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Title: Zemmiphobia
Pairing: Cuddy/Cameron
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: House, M.D. is not mine.
Note: Spoilers for 3.01 ("Meaning").
The zipper on Cuddy's pants melted like liquid, and then Cameron's hands were everywhere, sliding over the curves of Cuddy's hips and up the warm, tight flesh of her stomach; clutching a clump of Cuddy's dark hair in her fist as she kneaded her fingers against Cuddy's head; pressing against the smooth skin stretching down Cuddy's back and disappearing seamlessly beneath the dark edge of her pants.
As Cameron lowered her mouth to the skin above Cuddy's left breast, something dark and heavy in the corner caught her eye.
"When did you get new curtains?" she mumbled against Cuddy's skin.
Cuddy's head was resting on her pillow, but her mind was between the millimeter of skin separating her breast and Cameron's lips.
"What?" she asked groggily. "Oh, those. They were a gift from House."
Cameron's tongue flickered out, causing Cuddy to dig her fingertips harder into Cameron's back.
"I didn't know he had such good taste in curtains," said Cameron.
And Cuddy had to catch her breath before answering, but eventually she said, "Neither does he."
For a moment, Cameron thought she remembered overhearing Cuddy and Wilson discussing ground-level windows and House's disregard for other people's privacy, but she didn't press it, because she was already slipping Cuddy's pants the rest of the way off her legs and a lawless smile was creeping across her face.
Pairing: Cuddy/Cameron
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: House, M.D. is not mine.
Note: Spoilers for 3.01 ("Meaning").
The zipper on Cuddy's pants melted like liquid, and then Cameron's hands were everywhere, sliding over the curves of Cuddy's hips and up the warm, tight flesh of her stomach; clutching a clump of Cuddy's dark hair in her fist as she kneaded her fingers against Cuddy's head; pressing against the smooth skin stretching down Cuddy's back and disappearing seamlessly beneath the dark edge of her pants.
As Cameron lowered her mouth to the skin above Cuddy's left breast, something dark and heavy in the corner caught her eye.
"When did you get new curtains?" she mumbled against Cuddy's skin.
Cuddy's head was resting on her pillow, but her mind was between the millimeter of skin separating her breast and Cameron's lips.
"What?" she asked groggily. "Oh, those. They were a gift from House."
Cameron's tongue flickered out, causing Cuddy to dig her fingertips harder into Cameron's back.
"I didn't know he had such good taste in curtains," said Cameron.
And Cuddy had to catch her breath before answering, but eventually she said, "Neither does he."
For a moment, Cameron thought she remembered overhearing Cuddy and Wilson discussing ground-level windows and House's disregard for other people's privacy, but she didn't press it, because she was already slipping Cuddy's pants the rest of the way off her legs and a lawless smile was creeping across her face.