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Interlude #1
by CausticChick
"You what?" asked Cameron, incredulously.
House rolled his eyes."Don't pretend like you didn't hear, Cameron. I said it loud enough for the whole bar to hear."
Cameron took a great big sip of her martini, praying that it was the vodka toying with her hearing, "I can't believe you'd even think to ask me! What makes you think I'd be up for something like that?"
"Come on. We both know there's a little freaky in you."
"That's insulting!" she exclaimed. If she hadn't just downed the rest of her drink, she may have thrown it in his face.
"No, it's a compliment," reasoned House. "I wouldn't be asking just anyone. A lot of thought went into choosing you. You should be grateful."
Cameron laughed out of anger and frustration. "Grateful?" She laughed again. "I don't even know what to say to that!" She closed her eyes and shook her head. This can't be happening, she thought. "You agreed to this?"
Wilson, who had been silent for the entire exchange, just nodded. Cameron blushed profusely, again praying that it was the vodka messing with her internal heating. She signaled for the waitress and asked for another martini. "Make this one a double." The waitress looked at the two men to see if they wanted refills on their drinks, and walked away when they both shook their heads.
Cameron looked back and forth between, torn between yelling and storming out. "I don't do...that," she said finally.
"You're the one who said that a threesome could really help a relationship," said House.
She opened her mouth to argue, but shut it quick because there was nothing she could say. She had said that. It was true. It was during that case where the wife had been poisoning her husband with gold sodium thiamilate. The couple had admitted to participating in a threesome, and Cameron had said that a threesome every seven years might help a marriage. If she had known it would come to bite her in the @ss then she would have kept her big mouth shut.
"That's different," she finally said after a few silent moments.
House rolled his eyes again. "How is it different?"
"We're not in a relationship."
"Yes we are."
"We're in a professional relationship, House. How is a threesome going to help us in our careers?" asked Cameron.
"Tension release?"
It was Cameron's turn to roll her eyes. "Give me a break. This is just a sexual harassment lawsuit waiting to happen."
"Cameron, we want to have sex with you," said House, just as the waitress appeared with Cameron's drink. She looked at them suspiciously and backed away, not bothering to collect any money for the martini that Cameron was now gulping down.
After draining the last few drops from her martini, Cameron stood, a little dizzy from the alcohol she had pounded back. When she found her footing, she grabbed her coat from the back of her chair. "I don't need to hear any more of this. I'm leaving."
Wilson finally piped up. "We're your ride."
"I'll catch a cab," she said, turning around and making her way through the crowded bar to the door.
Wilson looked over at House. "It looks like we're out of luck," he said.
"The night is still young, Jimmy my boy."
"What does that mean?"
"The seed has been planted. A hundred bucks says Cameron changes her mind."
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As soon as she entered the apartment, Cameron got out a glass, added some ice, and pulled the bottle of Grey Goose from the freezer. After pouring herself a generous portion, she stumbled into the living room and dropped heavily to the couch. She lay back against the down cushions of the sofa and closed her eyes. Her head was spinning, partly from the vodka, but mostly from the proposition House and Wilson had made at the restaurant.
Had they really wanted to do what she thought they wanted to do? She knew that threesomes were something people, men in particular, fantasized about, but she would have thought that they would want to do it with two women. It had certainly come as a surprise that House, of all people, would be interested in a sexual encounter with Wilson. Wouldn't it be weird? Or more interestingly, had they done this before?
She finished her drink and set the empty glass on the table. There was no way this was ever going to happen. It was already awkward at work because of her attraction to House, and it would be even worse if they went through with it. She had made up her mind, and that was final. She rose from the couch and headed into the bathroom, shedding her clothes as she walked. She turned on the shower and stepped inside the steamy stall, letting the hot water pound over her shoulders. She closed her eyes as her whole body relaxed.
Suddenly, a vision of House's hands on her body danced through her mind. He ran a calloused palm slowly from her neck to her breast, then under her arm and down her side, to the sensitive skin that, under normal circumstances, would have tickled if he had touched her there. But it didn't tickle. Instead, little shocks of pleasure shot to her belly.
Her eyes shot open. That had seemed too real. She mentally shook herself and grabbed her shampoo bottle, then squeezed a generous amount onto her palm and began to lather her hair. The smell of papaya filled the steamy bathroom and she closed her eyes, breathing in the luscious scent.
Suddenly, a vision of Wilson walking towards her danced through her mind. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and he was still wearing his tie, but it was loosened and the top button of his shirt was open. He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her close, and lowered his mouth to hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he deepened the kiss, tangling his tongue with hers.
Cameron moaned, the sound reverberating against the white tiles of her shower. Her eyes shot open, as if she had been startled by the moan. What she had really been startled by was the desire she had felt as Wilson's lips had moved against hers. Again, she prayed that it was the vodka that was interfering with her fantasies. But it wasn't. It was all her.
The question was, what was she going to do about it?
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"It's twelve-thirty. She's not coming," said Wilson.
"Oh, ye of little faith," replied House.
"I don't rely on faith, and neither do you."
"Okay, you got me. I'll just sit here and sulk like you."
"You're the one who started all this!"
"I know, but you're the one who's sulking," argued House. "If I had known you wanted me so badly, Wilson, I would have cornered you long ago."
"I don't want you. I want Cameron."
"You put emphasis on the wrong words. You should have said 'I don't want you'. Saying you don't want me is a sure indicator that you do want me. And saying that you want Cameron and not that you want Cameron says the same thing."
Wilson stared blankly at him. "That makes no sense."
"It makes perfect sense. You're just don't have the guts to recognize it." House smirked and turned back to the TV.
Wilson looked at the clock again. "It's twelve-forty-five. She's not coming," he said.
House was about to spit out a snarky retort when there was a soft knock at the door. He looked at Wilson. "So, what do you think? Jehovah's Witnesses?" He stood up and grabbed his cane, then limped over to the door and opened it wide.
Cameron looked up at him, then looked away. He stood aside and let her in, and she walked over to the other side of the room, leaving House by the door and Wilson sitting on the couch. She stared at the floor for a few moments, wringing her hands together nervously, then she looked up at House. "If we're going to do this, we need to set some ground rules."
"Rules are made to be broken," challenged House with a twinkle in his eye.
"Not these ones," said Cameron, and the smile disappeared from House's face. Wilson sat on the couch and watched her. "If you two don't agree to these rules, then I'm out of here."
"Alright, Cameron," said Wilson.
"Alright." Cameron began pacing back and forth, making hand gestures as she talked quickly. "No funny stuff. No spanking, no tying me up-"
"Can we tie Wilson up?" asked House. Cameron started heading towards the door, and House put up his hands to stop her. "Okay, okay. No bondage."
Cameron nodded. "No talking about this to anybody. That means Cuddy, Chase, Foreman, the ladies in the cafeteria," to House, "your bookie," to Wilson, "your wives. Absolutely nobody. If I hear that anybody knows, other than the three of us, you will not like the consequences."
House opened his mouth to make ask what kind of consequences she had in mind, but Cameron held up her hand. "Don't even think of saying what you were going to say." House's mouth snapped closed and Cameron continued pacing. "The last rule is that this happens once. Don't ask me to do it again, because I'll say no. It's one time, or nothing at all." She stopped and looked at the two of them. "So?"
"Okay," said Wilson.
"Okay," said House.
"Okay," said Cameron.
The three of them stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. "I've never done this before, so I don't know how to start," said Cameron.
"Come and sit," said Wilson, patting the cushion next to him. She took off her coat and laid it across a chair, then sat down on Wilson's right. House limped over and sat on Cameron's right, so she was between them.
"Well, I've kissed House before, so maybe we should start with that?" asked Cameron.
House chuckled. "You think too much." He reached a hand up to free her hair from it's ponytail, then he ran his fingers through it. "You're hair's wet."
"I showered before I came over," she said.
"So you're squeaky clean, as usual," said House with a smirk. "Just the way I like you." When she opened her mouth to reply, House touched his lips to hers, and his tongue entered her mouth slowly, caressing hers gently. She angled her body towards his and deepened the kiss, closing her eyes and placing her hand on his stubbled cheek. With one hand still tangled in her dark hair, House moved his other hand and placed it on her shoulder, then trailed it down to cup her breast through her sweater. Her nipple hardened into a bead in response to his touch, and when he brushed his thumb across it she shuddered.
Wilson placed his hand on her knee, and she was a little startled. She had been so wrapped up in kissing House that she had forgotten that Wilson was there. She broke the kiss and turned towards Wilson. She kissed his jaw and down his neck, nuzzling the soft spot at the base of his neck. She reached up and loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt so she could have better access to the skin beneath. She kissed across his collarbone to his throat, and she felt his Adam's apple jump in response. She smiled against his skin and he groaned. She continued with the buttons, finally freeing the shirt from his slacks and pushing it off his shoulders. She kissed down lower to his smooth chest and ran a hand across his abdomen.
As she laved Wilson's body with kisses, House stretched out behind her and slowly ran his hands up and down her body. When he reached the hem of her sweater, his hands disappeared beneath it to her breasts, and he smiled when he found she wasn't wearing a bra. Her skin was smooth and supple, and he imagined her naked, fresh from the shower, slathering on that sweet-smelling cream that made her skin so soft. He was getting harder, and he ground his hips against her backside to show her how ready he was. He almost lost it when she chuckled, the vibrations from her body against his almost unbearable. He pulled her sweater over her head and kissed the back of her neck.
Wilson turned on his side to face Cameron fully, and brushed his lips across hers, then again, then again, teasing her until she opened her mouth to him and he slipped his tongue inside. House moved away and took off his shirt, then was back against her, his front to her bare back. Wilson pulled away from her mouth and moved down to her breast and took one tight nub into his mouth. He suckled for a while, then swept his tongue across it, causing Cameron's breath to hitch and she pressed her eyes closed tight.
House's hands moved to the waistband of her jeans and unbuttoned them, then slowly slid the zipper down. He rubbed the sensitive skin of her lower abdomen, and Cameron tensed in anticipation. Her mind was racing, but she wasn't thinking about anything. The stimulation of Wilson's mouth on her breast and House's hands moving lower and lower was too much for her brain to handle. She bit her lip when House's fingers parted her folds and he placed his thumb on her clitoris. Sensing her desire, House pulled away and caressed her everywhere but there, building the intensity and pleasure until she couldn't take it any more. At the same time, Wilson bit her nipple gently with his teeth and House slipped a finger inside of her. The heat in her belly exploded and she cried out as the waves of her orgasm thundered through her entire body. House and Wilson held her until she stopped trembling, and she could feel their hot breath against her damp skin.
Wilson pulled away first and walked into the bathroom. House pulled Cameron close and she giggled as his beard tickled the back of her neck. He made lazy circles with his fingers around her bellybutton, and she shivered.
"Are you cold?" he asked.
"No," she replied.
"Are you having fun?" he asked tentatively.
She smiled. "Yes."
House sat up and Cameron turned around to face him. She looked down at his lap and saw the noticeable bulge against his zipper. She reached down with a cautious hand and laid it on top, and House sucked in a breath. "I know I promised that I wouldn't tie you up, but I'm going to have to if you don't stop that." He took hold of her wrist and pulled her up off the couch and led her down the hall, leaving their shirts behind. They entered the bedroom and they each removed their jeans, and Cameron couldn't help but watch House. His chest and abdomen were were well defined, with a sprinkling of brown and gray hair running down into his low-slung jeans. His long fingers worked at the button on his jeans, and she held her breath in anticipation as he lowered his zipper and pushed them down past his hips.
He knew she was watching, and had been dreading this part. He had never shown her his scar before, and he didn't know how she'd react. He removed his jeans and looked at Cameron, who was staring, not at his thigh, but about ten inches above it. With a look of hunger in her eyes, Cameron stared shamelessly at his erection. And then she did something that made him realize that he could never look at her the same way again: she licked her lips.
Wilson walked into the room and saw the two of them standing, naked, in the middle of the room. Cameron turned to him and said, "Looks like you've got some catching up to do." House sat down on the bed while Cameron walked over to Wilson. She began unbuckling his belt, then undid the button and the zipper, then slid his slacks down over his slender hips. She smiled as she removed his boxers, freeing his arousal. She lowered herself to her knees and Wilson looked over at House as Cameron took the head in her mouth. He tangled his hands in her hair as she swirled her tongue around him, then licked a trail from the head to the base and back again. His eyes fluttered closed as she took the head in her mouth again, this time stroking his scrotum and perenium delicately with her fingers. She took him in deeper, and he let out an animalistic growl as her mouth closed over his erection.
House leaned against the headboard, watching with curious eyes at the sight before him. He had never been so aroused in his life, seeing his best friend being serviced by his employee. He had to sit on his hands to stop himself from touching himself, wanting the torturous pleasure to last as long as possible. But, with the way things were going, he wouldn't be surprised if he came with no physical stimulation at all. He also found he was envious of Wilson. He wanted Cameron for himself, and, right now at least, she only had eyes for the oncologist. He had to do something quick.
"This isn't fair," he said, and Cameron turned her head to look at him. "Why's he getting all the action?"
"You don't like watching?" asked Cameron.
"Sure I do, when it's on a television screen. But when it's in my own bedroom, I feel it's my right to be directly involved."
Cameron stood, grabbed Wilson's arm and pulled him to the bed. She positioned herself between the two, with House on her right and Wilson on her left. "What do you want?" she asked House. "This is your chance to be involved."
He captured her mouth with his, then pulled back. "I want to be in you," he said quietly.
"Blunt and to the point," said Wilson with a smirk.
Cameron smiled too and turned on her side to face House, draping a leg across his hip, putting her in the perfect position for him to enter her. She chuckled again as she felt his arousal press against her. "That's something else that's blunt and to the point." House threw his head back and laughed, a deep, sexy laugh that seemed to come from his toes. Cameron kissed his lips, and urged him to enter her, but he didn't. "Do it," she pleaded wantonly.
"We need a condom," he said against her mouth. He began to pull away, but she held on to his shoulders, keeping him firmly in place.
"No we don't. Diaphragm."
House smiled appreciatively and thrust his hips, entering her hard and deep. She gasped and clung on to him, loving the feeling of House inside of her and Wilson's body pressed against her back. He pulled out, and she whimpered, but then Wilson entered her from behind, filling her up again. The unexpectedness of it all made her hotter and wetter, and she closed her eyes to let the sensations take over. Wilson thrust his hips again and again, then pulled out. It was House's turn again, and this time he pushed in slowly. So slowly, it was almost painful. When he was in her fully, he began to move, slowly at first, then faster. Wilson ground his hips against her back as House kissed her lips and continued thrusting.
All three of them were close, but House wanted to make sure that Cameron came first. He grabbed Wilson's hand from Cameron's hip and put it on her stomach, between her and House. Wilson took the hint and moved his fingers down until he reached her clitoris. He began to rub it in time with House's thrusts, and Cameron's whole body started to tingle. House kept thrusting deeper and deeper, faster and faster, and Wilson did the same against her back. When the heat became unbearable, Cameron tensed and clenched her muscles around House, and he growled as she shattered, taking him right along with her. He buried his head in her shoulder and he came so violently that he was momentarily blinded. The waves of Cameron's orgasm continued to crash around her, and she felt Wilson go rigid behind her and the warm, wetness of his orgasm spurt across her back.
They lay like this for ten whole minutes, none of them willing or able to move. Their labored breathing eventually slowed, but they stayed in each other's arms. After a while, House shifted his weight and winced as a sharp pain shot through his leg. Cameron's head rose off the pillow, the look of lazy satisfaction that was just on her face replaced with caring concern. Wilson noticed too, and he got up from the bed and left the room.
"Are you alright?" Cameron asked softly.
House nodded and placed a hand on her cheek as if the action would reassure her. Wilson returned with a glass of water and a bottle of pills, and handed them to House. He popped two of them in his mouth and took a sip of the water and swallowed hard. Wilson returned to the bed and lay back beside Cameron. He desperately wanted to touch her, but he didn't. It was over. And he had promised that it would be only once.
Cameron got up went into the bathroom to take a shower. She desperately wanted House and Wilson to come with her. But she didn't say anything. It was over. And she had promised herself it would be only once.
After her shower, Cameron went into the living room and fetched her sweater, then came back to the bedroom and got dressed. House desperately wanted to go over and rip the clothing off off her, but he didn't.
And he knew it wasn't over. He knew he had promised her that it would be only once, but he also knew that Cameron had not been sated. Not by a long shot. She would think about this night every day, and long for the feeling she had experienced tonight. It was only a matter of time before she came knocking at his door again. And if Wilson was there too, then so be it.
When she was fully dressed, she left the apartment without a word. House lay against his pillow and shut his eyes, and he felt the bed shift as Wilson got up and began to dress as well.
"Looks like I owe you a hundred bucks," he said before he left.
"Double or nothing says that she'll be back for more," said House with his eyes closed. Wilson chuckled as he left the room, and a moment later House heard the front door open and close. As the Vicodin kicked in, he fell into a deep and restful sleep, and dreamed of next time.
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