Logically Fabulous To Be Sure (calumfan) wrote,
Logically Fabulous To Be Sure

Everybody Lies Sometime Part 3

Woo-hoo, I updated this fic. I vowed to myself that I would finish at least one of my in progress fics tonight. I'm not entirely happy with it but then again I am hard on myself and rather half asleep at the moment. This is smut, there's story but its also smut. In honor of houseketeer Iadore her and can only strive to be half the writer she is!

"Everybody Lies Sometime"
Pairing- House/Cameron
MA/NC-17 for a lot language and smuttiness, not to mention self love.  Come on, House is sexy when he swears.
Not for children, please no one under 17
After Season 4 episode "The Jerk"
Cameron grows tired of being treated as if she's weak and hopelessly in love with House.  She sets out to prove everyone wrong.

Cameron strolled into work early as usual, her demeanor the same as if the night before had never happened.  Flipping on the fluorescent lighting in the conference room she dropped her bag at her desk, placed her overcoat on the rack available and went about the business of making coffee.

She could smell him before she felt him behind her, her senses heightened to detect his presence at any given moment.  She closed her eyes shutting out all distractions except for him, God he smelled so good. Freshly showered with no cologne to mingle with his essence, House was intoxicating.  Cameron’s first instinct was to turn and receive one of his mind blowing kisses, catching herself before she acquiesced to desire.

“Cameron,” House whispered bending down to her ear his voice velvet and laden with desire.  House couldn’t stop thinking about her ever since she left his bed the night prior, tossing and turning for hours, the memories of her fucking him on the forefront of his mind.

Cupping her chin with his hand House brought Cameron in closer, grinding his erection against the curve of her ass.  He could swear that he heard a muffled moan escape those sinful lips of hers.  He came to the hospital early planning on convincing Cameron to continue their sexual dalliance in his office before Chase or Foreman arrived.

Cameron wrapped her fingers around House’s wrist yanking it from her face, spinning to face him.  Her stance offered one of authority, her shoulders square and posture straight, House may have been almost a foot taller but somehow Cameron managed to make it feel like she was looking down upon him.

“Stop it House.” She said in a voice stronger than she felt creating a spatial distance between their bodies.

House dropped his hand from hers and returned it to his cane.  His blue eyes scanned her green ones, searching for any weakness, her eyes betrayed none. He hated this feeling, not being in control, hesitant to give into Cameron’s demands.

Cameron sensed House’s inner struggle, she knew he was a stubborn and proud man.  She could only hope that her will and promise of sexual favors beyond his imagination would satiate him for the work day.

Smiling seductively Cameron nipped the corner of House’s mouth her tongue darting to trace a path against the tough grain of his beard. “Patience House.” She purred, “If you’re a good boy I promise I’ll make it worth it.” Her hand cupping the width of his erection through the denim he wore. 

House shut his eyes head dizzy and drunk with desire, “Fuck,” he hissed as memories of Cameron naked and coming in his mouth returned. “What do you want me to do?”  He was past the point of no return, his craving for her overriding his basic senses.  If it meant letting her have a little sense of power so be it as long as at the end of the day he was between those long legs driving deep into her.

Cameron hadn’t expected House to cave so quickly. “Do you remember the gift I left for you last night?”

House knew he found her calling card when he went into his living room at 3am unable to sleep visions of her dancing in his head. Her tiny lacey black as night panties beckoned to him from the handle on the front door. “Yeah, I found them.” He said gruffly.

“Good.” She smiled, “I want you to go home tonight, hold them in your hand and wrap them around your cock while you picture me bent over and you fucking me from behind.” House was too shocked to move. “Can you do that for me House?” he nodded unsteadily. “If you do a real good job, maybe your wish will come true.” Just saying the words made Cameron wet, the vision of House in his room thinking of her while he jerked off was orgasmic. “Will you fuck yourself while you think of me House?”

You’re lucky if I don’t bend you over and fuck you right here House thought.  He knew Cameron was turned on, he could tell by the gleam in her eyes, she had the same look when she was above him doing that amazing thing she could do with her inner muscles.  He agreed, telling himself that it was only because he knew the sex would be ten times more amazing than last night.  But if he allowed himself to see through the lie he would know he agreed just so she would come back to him.


Cameron waited outside House’s green door, more nervous tonight than she was previously.  Yesterday she had rage on her side but tonight she was relying on blind lust.  What if House was just screwing with her, it would be the first time.  What if she had gambled too hard and fell flat on her face.

Mustering up the courage Cameron turned the handle to find the entrance unlocked.  The apartment was dimly lit and oddly quiet, the lamp near the baby grand the only light illuminating her way.  Glancing down the hall to House’s room she could make out a faint illumination. She knew immediately that was where he was.

Softly she knocked off her shoes, her bare feet padding down the hardwood floor to his room. Cameron gasped at the sight before her as the peered through the doorway.

House was lying in bed naked with his pale blue sheets haphazardly draped across his legs, his back propped against his pillows. His left hand clutched the sheets while the other held Cameron’s black panties as he furiously pumped his erection.

It was the most erotic sight Cameron had ever witnessed. His hand on his cock, head tilted back and eyes shut, House continue his onslaught stroking base to tip moaning over and over again “Cameron.”

Cameron bit her bottom lip to keep her sigh from escaping, her center throbbing as she knew House wasn’t putting on an imaginary show for her, this was real and it was raw.  Ever so slowly she stripped the blouse from her shoulders and slid her skirt down her thighs, leaving only her bra and panties.

House’s tempo increased his head thrashing on the pillows sweat beading at his brow.  Cameron reached her hand to her breast squeezing her nipple through the fabric.  The ache in her core reaching a feverish pitch the urge to climax clouding her brain.

“Oh fuck Cameron.” House grunted, his orgasm building higher, his imaginary self plowing full into Cameron’s pussy while yanking her long braid back sending patient files careening across the conference table.

Cameron slid her hand down her stomach past her navel and into the silk of her wet panties. An audible sigh escaped her mouth.  House’s eyes snapped open locking on hers as he continued to stroke himself.  He licked his lips, loving seeing Cameron touch herself but he wanted more, he wanted to see her make herself come.

She went to move forward but he waved her off, content to have each other finish what they had started alone. Cameron stepped out of the silk that covered her mound exposing herself fully to House’s gaze. Her fingers found her clit and massaged the nub eliciting moans of pleasure from both her and House.  His eyes never left her as he continued to stroke his cock grateful to see her as caught up as he was.

Soon her movements became more rapid, her other hand now clutched and pinching her breasts.  House sat in awe as he saw Cameron begin to climax, the slight tremors in her legs, the sheen of sweat that covered her skin, the animalistic cry that ripped from her throat as her hips gyrated in a furious circular motion. “Oh fuck House!” She cried as she came, wave after powerful wave crashing against her leaning against the doorway for support.

“Fuck Cameron,” House followed suit, his body begging for that sweet release. “Look at me Cameron,” He ordered.  She raised her heavy lidded eyes to observe House as he orgasmed, spilling into her black panties, satisfied knowing it was her that caused him to do that.

With unsteady legs Cameron ambled over to House’s bed, sliding in next to him, meeting his mouth their tongues sliding in between each other’s lips. She smiled devilishly, “That was just the opening act.”

House grinned, unable to hide his glee; he would blame it later on the fallout of his orgasm.  All that mattered ttonight was that she was going to stay.

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