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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."

~*~*~*~

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?

~* ~*~*~

"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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