A/N Hey everyone! This is a collection of House/Cameron drabbles that I've written after getting attacked by plot bunnies that either didn't fit into I Do, I Don't, or that weren't really developed enough to be their own oneshot… They could all be in the same universe but they don't necessarily have to be…. I write them as they come to me so they jump around in terms of the timeline so keep that in mind…
Be warned kiddies, there be sexual content ahead…
The one in which six weeks makes all the difference…
"I want Greek food from Daphne's," Cameron announced as she traced lazy circles on her boyfriend's naked chest.
It's amazing the difference six weeks make, she thought to herself with a smile marveled at how comfortable and self confident she had become with him in the last month and a half.
"Daphne's doesn't deliver," House replied, not opening his eyes as he recovered from the best Saturday morning he had had since, well, the last time they had spent a Saturday morning this way.
At work nothing had changed, he was still an insufferable jerk and she was still morally outraged, and everyone, including Wilson was none the wiser that the young doe eyed immunologist was spending more time in her boss's home than her own these days. And that was exactly the way the couple wanted it.
"I know," she said innocently before leaning down to place a kiss along his clavicle.
But here, within these walls, everything was completely different. Well perhaps that was a bit of an overstatement. He still snarked at her if she said something snarkable, and he would still rather gouge his eyes out with a rusty spork than talk about his feelings, but she had no doubts that he cared for her as he would show it in his own House-ian way. Just like she knew she could get him to leave their own private bubble to go get her falafel on a Saturday morning.
"You don't expect me to actually go out and get it do you?"
She continued to place small open mouthed kisses down his chest until she wrapped her pink mouth around his nipple and hummed an affirmative mhmm from the back of her throat sending an electric jolt straight to his groin. His eyes still shut he groaned lightly as she swirled her tongue aroundand then blew on the moistened area sending a shiver down his spine that she soon followed with her finger nails as she scratched four parallel paths down his torso.
It amazed him that he was already half hard regardless of that fact that he had just spent himself not twenty minutes before. He shook his head slightly, at his age it simply shouldn't be possible. He had no doubt in his mind that that the young immunologist would result in his untimely demise; but who knew death would taste so sweet.
"I suppose you'll be wanting your usual?" he finally asked resignedly as he opened his eyes to see to big Bambi ones staring back at him.
She rewarded him was a smug yet dazzling smile and a nod to which he just grumbled incoherently as he swung his legs out of the bed. Grabbing his cane he used the handle to hook a pair of boxers and his jeans off of the floor. The last thing he really wanted to do was drive half way across town to get take out, but he knew from experience that she would have no problem shutting him down if he tried to finish what she had just started if he didn't go get her a damn gyro.
"You know," he said once he was dressed and was sliding on his shoes, "it's a good thing you give great head or I would be selling you to the next traveling band of gypsies, dirt cheap."
Cameron simply laughed knowing he was just kidding, but also pleased that she was so easily able to manipulate him these days. It hadn't taken her long to learn that away from the hospital she held a certain amount of power of her boss that he would never admit to anyone and she wasn't afraid to use it, not that he seemed to mind.
She than sat upright letting the sheet fall to her waist as she reached her arms above her head and stretched, displaying herself in all her naked glory to House's hungry eyes. But he just shook his head and grimaced as if it pained him to tear his eyes away from her form.
"I'm taking your car," he informed her as he turned and walked out of the room, "where are your keys?"
"On the table by the door," she called to his retreating back, knowing he wouldn't be able to bring the food back on his bike.
"You had better still be naked when I get back!" House called right before he slammed the door.
Cameron fell back onto the pile of pillows letting her hair pool around her head in long chestnut waves and her arms extend out to her sides occupying the whole width of the bed.
As she lay there she debated getting up and getting dressed, but then decided that she would reward him for his good behavior by actually doing as he asked. Well more like demanded, but why quibble over technicalities. Instead, she chose to simply wrap herself up in the sheet to ward off the chill now that she was no longer sharing body heat with House.
It's amazing the difference six weeks make.
A/N So anyone interested in seeing what happens when House comes back?