Bad Girl

TITLE: Bad Girl

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: House

SHIP: Chase (Robert) / Cameron (Allison)

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: Season 2 Episode 7

UNIVERSE: As per cannon.

SYNOPSIS: SPOILER ALERT: SEASON 2 Episode 7. Chase recalls his very first time with Cameron.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own House. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to their creators. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com

Robert Chase dropped two ice cubes into a tumbler and the musical notes of the ice hitting the crystal echoed in his silent apartment. He followed the ice with a fifth of Scotch before walking over to his sofa. He flipped on the television, not caring what channel it was on as he flopped down onto the leather sofa in his living room. He took a sip of the amber liquor, letting it trickle down his throat to warm his belly. He held up the tumbler, letting the light shine through the contents as he swirled it to get the ice to melt a little faster. “It was the right thing to do.” He told himself for the umpteenth time that day.

If they were going to continue working together, it was the right thing to do. He’d told her that it couldn’t happen again, but he also had to tell her that it didn’t suck, and that was right too. It really, really didn’t suck. In fact, it was quite the opposite. The fine liquor he was sipping had nothing on the taste of her and when he closed his eyes he could still feel her, smell her and just thinking about that made him stiffen and throb. He’d been nursing a semi for most of the day. He’d seen a side of Cameron he hadn’t really believed existed, and as honest as he was being with himself, he would have liked to see more. She had been unbelievably sexy. He couldn’t help but wonder if she could be as uninhibited without the drugs. He firmly believed she would be given the right motivation.

He’d been surprised to get her call. She had shot down his offer to share a drink with cold, trademark Cameron stoicism. He could here music pulsing through her door as he knocked and waited. She looked different when she opened the door, but he hadn’t really seen her dressed casually before. She looked hot, with her hair down and a little wild in a simple, dark purple tank top and blue jeans he had noted as he entered her apartment and she closed the door behind him. He started to suggest that she change because the new bar he wanted them to try was quite up-market when she surprised him by crowding him back against the wall next to the door.

Her arm curled around his neck, her arm warm against its nape as she closed the distance between them. Her breasts pressed against his chest, radiating heat, the tip of her nose brushed against his before she leaned in and kissed him. Her lips were soft and warm, but her kiss hard and hungry, a wordless invitation and he kissed her back out of pure reflex. She tasted sweet and her scent, a strange mixture of vanilla and cinnamon, filled his nostrils. He looked at her in shock as he got over his surprise while she pulled back, her breath tickled his lips her hands sliding his jacket off his shoulders to fall to the ground. “Are you high?” he asked, searching for the reason for her uncharacteristic behavior, connecting it to the drug abuser they were treating.

“Uh huh.” She answered simply, breathily, again capturing his lips with a hungry, insistent kiss as her fingers started to work on the buttons of his shirt, forcing him to follow her as she backed away. “I thought I disposed of the drugs?” He stated, making his statement a question as to how she could be high as he avoided her lips and she brushed them across his cheek instead. He didn’t know what to do with his hands, whether to reach for and hold her or push her away. “Not all of them.” She explained before her lips found his again. He kissed back, his confusion making him respond by instinct. He captured her hands just as they dealt with the last of the buttons, pulling his face away from hers to create some distance between them. “Slow down.” He suggested, as he tried to decide how to continue. His dick was hard and throbbing against his belly in his suddenly tight boxers.

Her actions, the press of her body against his and the heat of her kisses left no doubt as to where she wanted this to go, but she wasn’t herself. He wanted to be a good friend; a good guy and he knew it was the drugs and trauma talking. He resolved to get her to stop, but at the same time he really wanted to accept her invitation. A small, insidious voice reminded him that he couldn’t lie to himself. He had thought of her in that way often enough and here was the perfect opportunity. They could call it a mistake; they had plenty of plausible excuses. It would be a little awkward, but he thought she already thought he was a bastard. He found himself torn. Her cheek was warm and flushed against his palm as he used his fingers to open her eye wider. Her pupils were dilated and he told her so, buying time while trying to figure it all out.

She looked up at him, her eyes blazing with need and desire. “Come on, Chase. Don’t turn into a good guy on me now.” Cameron urged, her words a challenge and a taunt as if she had read his mind while she pushed his undone shirt off his shoulders. He looked at her for a moment and then his resolve broke and he let the need she had stirred in him take over. He met her lips with equal fervor, letting his tongue peek out to run across her teeth, his arms sliding around her to pull her firmly against him as hers did the same. Her hands were warm on his back as they started an undulating, two-step dance of pull and push, backward toward her bedroom. They kissed with growing passion and intensity, lips sliding sinuously as their head shifted, his tongue fencing and then wrestling with hers as they explored each other’s mouths.

Cameron’s hands wormed through his hair and massaged his scalp as they backed through the doorway and he nipped at her swollen lower lip before pulling back and reaching for the hem of her tank top. He slid his hand under the top, letting his hands caress the skin at her waist before trailing his hands upwards. Her skin was sumptuously soft and smooth as his fingers tested the firm muscle underneath while working their way over her ribs, drawing the top up with it. He found her braless and cupped her bare breasts before weighing the firm, warm globes. He flexed his fingers to fondle them and she moaned, pressing into his touch. Her breath shuddered out on a stuttered gasp, her breath hot against his face when he rolled and then flicked her stiff, tight nipples with his thumbs. He caressed her breasts for a moment more and then drew the top up higher. She lifted her arms and then he drew the top off and tossed it aside while her hair settled back down around her face and shoulders. Her nipples were pink and larger than he would have imagined as they pointed up at him, hard, tight little tubes about the length and diameter of the first joint of his middle finger perched on swollen, silver dollar areola. He nipped and sucked at her neck while she did the same to his shoulder, but before he could work his way lower to capture one of the deliciously inviting peaks, she found the foot of the bed and sat down, pulling away from him.

Cameron smiled up at him, her eyes bright and hungry as she deftly undid his belt and jeans to yank them down. He groaned when, as he stepped out of his pants, she scrapped her fingernails up along his thighs and then ran her hand up along the length of his manhood as it strained against and tented the front of his boxers. She fondled him, exploring his shape, her hands hot through the thin cotton. He didn’t know what to do with his hands again and he ended up flexing them into fists at his sides as after a thorough exploration she stretched back the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down. He reached for her, wanting to touch her; to push her back onto the bed to get at her pants as well, but all he could do was suck in a sharp breath and then it out in a slow appreciative groan as she leaned forward, her hot breath tickling his throbbing member before the liquid heat of her mouth surrounded him.

His ass clenched and he let his shaking hands settle on her head as her cheeks hollowed and she nursed at the head of his cock, her lips sealed just below it. A shiver snaked up his spine as her tongue swirled with wet swipes along his skin. She dragged her fingernails up the back of his thighs and then grabbed his ass she took more of him into her mouth and started to bobbed her head while he let his fingers worm into her silky, soft hair and massaged her scalp to the same rhythm. The pressure and friction of her lips, mouth and sinuous tongue were incredible and only got better as her range of movement increased. His breathing soon became heavy and ragged as she took more of him until with her down stroke he pressed lightly into the opening of her throat. The contact sent an extra jolt of sensation into him that made it harder to keep his hips from thrusting and tested his ability to let her remain in control.

She backed up until she was again just suckling at the head of his saliva-slicked and tingling shaft. He could feel his balls tighten a little each time she sucked. He forced himself to concentrate on his breathing, to bring it back under his control. Looking down at her, with her hair wild and her wide eyes flicked up at him with his cock sticking out of her mouth and her lips stretched around his shaft he felt like he was in surreal dream. He had fantasized about Cameron pretty much since the day he’d met her, but he had never, in his wildest, most debauched dreams considered seeing her like that. And, then, she surprised him even further.

Her hands tensed on his ass and then her head moved slowly forward and down. Her lips slid down him and then his dickhead wedged into the entrance to her throat. She paused their, just rocking her head as her sinuous tongue swirled around him. He waited for her to pull back further to continue the sweet caress of her lips along his length, but instead, her found himself drawn forward by her hands. The pressure built for a moment and then he slid into the tight confines of her throat with a heavy, shuddering groan. He let his head drop back, sacrificing the wonderful vision of her swallowing him whole to maintain the shred of will power that stopped him from exploding with the wonderful sensation of her throat rippling around him as she swallowed with her nose buried in his pubes.

His fingers burrowed into the silky tumble of curls and he didn’t know if he wanted to hold her closer or pull her off. He settled for massaging her scalp as her snuffling breath tickled his crotch. He was amazed by how long she held him like that before she drew back. He wanted to tell her to stop, so that he could take a more active role, but it just felt to good as she slowly bobbed her head to take him from tip to base again and again and again. Soon, clenching his ass, eyes and jaw, just weren’t enough as the pleasure had him hovering on the edge of exploding. He knew that this was a very unique situation, one that was not likely to reoccur and he wanted more than just a blowjob, no matter how good it was. He mustered his will and sliding his hands down to her hollowing cheeks, he pulled her off him with an audible, wet pop.

She looked up at him with a very un-Cameron like wicked grin before licking her lips to break the string of spittle that still connected her lisp to his twitching erection. He ran his thumb over her lips and on his second pass she captured the digit, sucked it into her mouth and bit lightly at it. He pulled his thumb free and then she put her hands out behind her and used their leverage to lift her ass in a clear invitation for him to deal with her jeans. She wasn’t wearing a belt and he tugged at the buttons, not even bothering with the last one before he grabbed the waistband and started pulling them off her. Luckily they were loose and came off without too much hassle. He chuckled as he looked down at her as she lay back on the bed in only her panties. They were white with pink piping and Hello Kitty branding emblazoned on the crotch.

“Well, hello, Kitty.” He murmured and she giggled as he reached for the waistband of the last piece of clothing she still wore. He pressed his lips to her skin just above the edge of her panties and then slid them back and forth before catching the edge with his teeth. He used that grip and his hands to peel the undergarment off her hips. She undulated slowly to lift her ass and aid him as he slowly removed it. He let go with his teeth and explored the smooth skin he had exposed. The surprises just kept coming. He had expected her to be well manicured down there, she was Cameron after all, but instead he found her bald and smooth as a baby. He dragged her panties down her legs and after a short delay caused by them getting caught on one of her feet, tossed them aside.

Chase lapped at her skin, swirling his tongue and letting his teeth scrape along and test the firm flesh of her inner thigh as he spread her legs and worked his way up and between them. He teased her by skipping over her sex, taking a deep breath of her intoxicating scent of arousal as he did. He kissed the taut, well-defined ridges and shallow valleys of her belly, moving lower, but staying just short of reaching her clit or her slit below it. She made a soft moan and squirmed as he blew on the patterns of saliva he had drawn. He looked up her body and over the twin mounds of her breasts to find her looking back at him with a simple plea in her wild, dilated eyes. He licked his lips and then draped one of his legs over his shoulder and pushed the other to the side to open her to him before he lowered his head.

Her sharp intake of breath was not quite a gasp, but her hips did jerk as he took his first taste if her, running his tongue up her slit to collect her sweet nectar before latching onto the exposed bud of her clitoris and rolling it with his tongue while suckling at her flesh. He explored her glistening, swollen folds and then delved deeper, but always returned to lavish attention on her clit. He loved the way she bucked and her moans turned to soft encouraging cries while her hands clutched and twisted at the bedclothes when he did.

He had eventually settled on the little bundle of nerves while he slid first one and then a second finger into her the sopping, but tight confines of her snatch to explore her more fully. He slid his hand up her quivering belly and over her ribs to find her breast and caress it and then the strain peak of her nipple. Her hand grabbed his to clutch it tighter to her firm, hot flesh. At, her urging he tweaked and stimulated her nipple a bit harder than he otherwise would have. His dick twitched and drooled as her responses increased his arousal. Tremors vibrated her against his mouth and around his fingers as her back arched and she flooded around him, her back lifting off the bed as it arched. She whined and thrashed her head slowly from side to side her sex pulsed around his digits as she had a series of mini climaxes.

“Come up here!” she commanded when she found her voice and tugged insistently at his hand. He had raised his head and licked his lips to catch every drop of her wonderful essence he could reach before climbing up onto the bed and between her legs. She was panting, but she curled her hand behind his head and pulled his lips to hers. He saw her eyes widen and felt her body freeze and tense under his for a moment as her tongue darted into his mouth. Her eyes took on a speculative slant and then she relaxed and kissed him harder, apparently pleased with the taste of herself she found on his lips and in his mouth. He also realized he had not tasted herself or had a lover before who would kiss her after going down on her, not even her Mr. Cancer Guy.

He kissed her back, sucking at her tongue and lips. He frowned when caught movement out of the corner of his eye and found her hand blindly stretched out to the bedside table. Chase lifted his lips from hers and she clung to his lower one with tenacity, stretching it before letting go. “What is it, Cameron?” he asked as her fingers scrabbled at the nightstand. “Condom.” She explained in a single word on a panted breath. Apparently, no matter how high or horny she was, Cameron was still Cameron, practical as ever. He smiled down at her. “Relax, I’ll get it.” He offered and with his longer reach he easily slid the draw open and after rummaging around for a moment presented her with a square, foil package. She took it from him and ripped it open with her teeth. He sat up on his knees and she pulled herself with her hand at the nape of his neck.

Chase closed his eyes with a thick groan as she caressed his length before unrolling the prophylactic onto it. She pulled him closer until her lips were next to his ear. “I want you inside me.” She told him before letting herself drop back onto the bed, her hand, which had remained around the base of his shaft squeezed to emphasize the urgency of her request. He moved back between her legs, letting her guide him while he balanced on his forearms to hover over her. Steamy heat washed over him as she slid his latex covered head through her swollen, slippery folds before wedging it firmly in place at her entrance. Her hand left his dick and her nails dragged down his back until she grabbed his ass. Her nails dug in for a moment and then he thrust, hard.

He grunted and she cried out as her back bridged off the bed. Her taut, quivering belly pressed hard against him, his skin sliding along hers as he forged a path through her snug, but slippery wet channel, her resistant flesh reluctantly parting as he stretched and filled her. He forged a fiery path to her core, her sex flexing and twisting around him, but never quite a match for his virile strength. He gritted his teeth as his pelvis met hers and they were one. He circled his hips slowly, grinding against her as her spine softened and she settled back onto the bed. The insides of her thighs slid along the outside of his as she drew her legs up, spreading them further as she curled them around him and allowed him to go just that little bit deeper. She tightened herself around him, holding him close. Her eyes were closed, her head slowly shifting from side to side while the pink tip of her tongue made a slow circuit of her half-open lips.

Those same lips curved into a lazy smile as she opened her eyes to stare up into his. “For how long have you been wanting to do that?” she asked as she fondled his ass and slowly undulated beneath him, matching his circling hips. “How long have you wanted me to?” he countered with a question of his own and her answering laugh echoed of the ceiling of her bedroom and vibrated her against him, sending a surge of pleasure into them both as they shifted together. Her face was flushed and her eyes sparkled brightly as her laughter faded and she searched his face. Her straight white teeth worried coyly at her lower lip for a moment. “I’d like you to fuck me, Chase, and I mean fuck me. I want to know what’s it’s like to get fucked. To be wanted and taken. Can you do that for me? Can you?” she requested, her tone a plea, an invitation and a challenge as her sex squeezed and then twisted around his throbbing length.

Hearing the word “fuck” come out of Cameron’s mouth and her mean it as a verb was one of the sexiest things he had ever heard and he could deny neither plea, nor challenge nor refuse the invitation. He wanted to make some pithy retort, but in the end decided that actions spoke louder than words. He swooped down on her lips, kissing her with bruising force as he slid his hands under her shoulder blades and hooked his fingers around her shoulders. He lifted his lips from hers as he drew his hips back and then proceeded to do as she’d asked. She cried out when he pounded into her, driving himself into her as he pulled her to him at the same time, but her nails dug into his ass and her hips undulated beneath him in encouragement. He found himself grunting and growling, his teeth bared and clenched with the surges of pleasure that arched into him with each advance and retreat.

The wet sound of their bodies colliding mixed with the creak of the bed, the bang of the headboard and their animalistic sounds of enjoyment and strain to blend into a rhythmic symphony of delight. Her sex flooded around him whether in pleasure or in self-defense to the onslaught she’d asked him to unleash while the sweat of exertion created a slick lubrication for their skin. He focused on her, using the act of cataloguing her reactions as a welcome, yet fascinating distraction to help keep his building need for climax at bay. Each stroke had her snug, sex sliding along his length with its caress a flexing, pulsing fist wrapped in velvet. Her light eyes widened or narrowed in response to his thrusting hips, her breath expelled by their impact to tickle and heat his skin while carrying her cries to the ceiling.

Her hips rose to meet him, her taut belly quivering against his as she pressed up against him, her nipples dragging along his chest. They both jerked with the lightning strike of sensation that radiated into their chests when her hard nipples brushed against his. One of her hands continued to knead his ass to the rhythm of his pumping hips while the other slid up his back, testing his flexing muscles before her fingers wound into his hair. Stray tendrils of her wildly, tussled and sweat-damp hair clung sexily to her flushed face as she drew his lips to hers for a short, but intense kiss. Her skin smelled of vanilla, sweat and sex and he tasted salt as he sucked and nipped at the side of her neck. He gasped as her sex spasmed and clutched at his shaft before rippling around him as it flooded with her climax. “No… Not yet… No, don’t stop… More… More!” she begged in a strained groan and then demanded stridently as he ground into her, rocking and circling his hips, forced to slow down or lose it and he wasn’t ready for it to end, no matter how wonderful the thought of release might be.

Her hands clutched at his butt and shoulder in an attempt to urge him on, but he really did need a moment. “Don’t tell me that’s all you’ve got, Chase?” she enquired, her voice suddenly taunting, mocking him as she bucked up into him. She knew what she wanted and she knew how to get it out of him. She knew him too well. “Be careful what you wish for.” He warned her in a feral growl. She yelped when he pulled free of her hands and her sex in a rush of movement. Even through the thin latex sheath, the air was cool on his twitching cock in comparison to the wonderfully hot furnace of her snatch. She made a grab for him, to pull him back to her, but he brushed away her hands and grabbed her waist to roughly lift and flip her onto her belly and then up onto her knees.

She swayed her pert derrière tauntingly from side to side in front of him, her eyes flashing him a challenge over the curve of her shoulder. Her smile was all too smug. He knew she had manipulated and goaded him and for just a moment he wanted some pay back. His eyes settled on the little puckered rosebud of her anus and he had a very ungentlemanly thought. He reached out and grabbed her ass cheek while deliberately stroking his thumb across her asshole. She tensed and her eyes widened, her smirk vanishing. He expected her to move away or make some other form of protest as he added more pressure to his stroking digit, testing the tight, ring of muscle, but all he could see was a sudden nervousness in her eyes. The tight opening pulsed against the tip of his thumb as he changed from stroking to pressing, while the rest of her stayed frozen. He watched her lips open as if to say something and then close leaving the side of the lower one trapped and marred by her teeth. She turned her face away and dropped her head without saying a word.

Chase had been teasing, trying to get his own back, to call her bluff, but she had called his instead. There was part of him, a very vocal part that just wanted to go right ahead and do what she had given him unspoken permission to do. The idea of having Cameron in that way was, well, mind-blowing and it had his dick pulsing and his balls boiling. But, another part, a stern, cool and undeniable part informed him that to do so was wrong. What he had, was letting happen was wonderful, but fucked-up as all hell and he was prepared for the consequences. He could deal with the morning after awkwardness, but, and he would not admit this on pain of death, he liked and respected Cameron both as a colleague and a friend and seeing her everyday, knowing that he had initiated taking her up the ass while in her compromised state was just too much for him to bare. That didn’t mean that he was a saint either. She had played him after all.

He slid his hand off her ass and up her back and neck to worm his fingers into her hair while he moved closer and curved his body over her. He grasped his cock in his other hand and rested it along the crack of her ass, feeling her tremble as he wound her hair around his fist until it was tight against her scalp and pulled her head up. He guided his cock until his pointed head lined up with her rosy starfish while he lowered his head until his lips were hovering over the shell of her ear. She flinched, but braced herself when he rocked his hips and applied the slightest of pressure. He his tongue flick out and make a quick circuit of her ear before he chuckled. “Another time, Cameron. If I ever did that to you, I’d want you sober and in full possession of all you faculties and begging for it.” He made her a promise he knew he would probably never get to keep in a smug, purr before closing his teeth over her earlobe in a sharp nip. He was just giving her what she wanted, she hadn’t wanted him to be the good guy, she’ had said so.

He guided himself lower and then slammed into her with all the force he could muster. She cried out sharply as the power and speed of his thrust caught her off guard, her head being snapped back, pulled up short by his grip on her hair when she was pushed forward before she could catch herself. He circled his hips, grinding onto her ass and into the twitching depths of her core. He roughly twisted her head by the handhold of her hair until he could capture her swollen lips in an angry, demanding kiss. She bit his lip in reprisal when he pulled away and then he was fucking her. There was no more holding back.

Chase could feel it in his nuts, the tension and pressure was at the breaking point, and the dam of his willpower was cracking and crumbling under the force of nature that had built up behind it. After a few strokes he relinquished his hold on her hair for one on her shoulder while his other hand mauled her breast. He pulled her back onto him as he drove into her and relaxed to drag himself back from the full-length stroke. She cried out, short and sharp, an erotic mixture of pain, pleasure and exultation with each collision of his pelvis with her ass, the shockwave of impact shuddering her silken, sweat-slick back under his chest and shaking her breast in his hand as he clutched at it.

Both of them were panting with strain. His heart was pounding in his chest, playing a wild tattoo on his ribs and his blood sang in his ears to that same racing rhythm. His eyes stung with dripping sweat as he felt her quiver around him, his own muscles shaking with exertion. Pleasure snaked and rushed up his spine and along his nerves in sharp, white-hot pulses that wrecked his co-ordination, so he held her to him as he started to jackhammer into her. His strokes short and fast, his teeth clenched and his jaw clenched as he tried to hold on, to have the satisfaction of having made her cum one more time before he surrendered. She whined and then whimpered as she shuddered and gave him what he craved.

His hips became a blur; the wet echoes of his crotch slamming against her ass cheeks overlapping to become one sound as he threw his head back and with a roar let his world go white as his eyes went wide and sightless. He knew he was leaving bruises on her shoulder and breast as his fingers clutched at and bit into her flesh, but he couldn’t help it. He was no longer in control of his own body and he loved that wonderful sense of freedom that accompanied his surrender.

He erupted, his hips jerking and his ass clenching, trying to drive himself deeper into her inviting depths as his seed spilled out of him in heavy spurts. His cock expanded against the tight squeezing, twisting grip of her channel before expelling another load while a firestorm raged along his nerves and through his blood. His lungs were on fire and the air he sucked in seemed to only fuel the fire instead of cool it. His spine twitched, his muscles randomly tensed and relaxed in rapid succession as climactic energy ran riot through his system. His orgasm wreaked joyous chaos across his senses, a wild tornado of ecstasy that left a trail of bliss and over loaded nerves behind it. The storm abated and took the last of his strength with it as his hips jerked one last time, his cock giving a dry heave, his balls drained dry. His spine softened and his head dropped down to rest between her shoulder blades.

Her arms buckled and he was helpless to catch himself as they collapsed onto the bed, his weight driving the air from her, both of them grunting as the impact shifted him inside her. He blinked, panting, his chest pressing into her back as he tried to catch his breath and make his muscles obey him enough to roll off her or at the very least lift some of his weight. They were slow to listen and sluggish to respond, but eventually with a groan from both of them he managed to pull his shrinking cock from her before he shrank out of the condom as he slid off her and onto his back next to her.

Chase found himself looking around her bedroom as his breathing returned to normal. He noticed her lab coat and her stethoscope on top of it on a chair, a stack of charts on the floor and pictures on her dresser. There was even one of all of them and House and it hit him like a ton of bricks right between the eyes. He had just slept with Cameron, no… He had just fucked Cameron. “Oh Jesus.” He groaned and threw his forearm across his eyes to deepen the darkness behind his closed eyelids. He heard her sigh and then groan as the bed shifted when she did. He opened his eyes and turned his head to find her on her side, her back to him with her knees drawn up toward her chest.

With, a grimace of distaste, he dealt with the condom, tying it off and placing it on the nightstand for later disposal when he couldn’t spot a trashcan. He licked his dry lips and swallowed to wet his equally dry throat before turning onto his side. Cameron? Allison? Are… Are you okay?” He asked in concern as he started to reach for her. “I’m… I’m fine, Chase.” She answered, his hand freezing above the curve of her shoulder. He winces as he saw the red mark his thumb had left on her pale skin. “Look, Cameron, I…” he started hesitantly. “You did what I asked you to.” She finished for him before he could find the words he was looking for or to decide whether he was going to try and explain, defend himself or just apologize.

“I… I shouldn’t have… You’re…” he tried to explain, but faltered as she chortled. The chortle grew into a full-throated laugh that vibrated her body and drew his eyes uncontrollably to her slightly jiggling ass. “Oh… Relax, Robbie.” She instructed with her tone still colored by mirth. “I’m experiencing life, high, happy and have had more orgasms tonight than I‘ve had in…” Her voice faded and he could picture her frown as she tried to figure it out. “Wow, it has been a while.” She continued with an incredulous giggle. “Anyway… We did it. We did it quite well, but It’s over and neither of us can turn back time.” She stated as she rolled onto her back and stretched out with a pleased smile and a sigh over the soft hiss of her skin sliding along the material under her. “Although, I must say I wouldn’t mind replaying the last hour or so if you’re… Up for it?” she mused and casually reached over and fondled his balls and stroked his cock.

He had looked at her in shock even as his dick responded to her touch and the sight of her nude body before him. “I… I think I better go.” He suggested as he grasped her wrist and scooted away from her caressing fingers. He realized she was still way too intoxicated and bemused for anything he said to make a difference. She was right they’d done it and there was no way to go back and undo it. She chuckled. “You sure?” she asked rolling onto her side to watch him, running her hand slowly up her body to languidly fondle her breast as he collected and drew on his boxers and then his jeans. He groaned and pulled his eyes away from her to remove any temptation. Her throaty laugh was just a little mocking. “Suit yourself.” She dismissed him with a bored sigh when it became clear that her little seduction wasn’t having the desired effect.

He sat on the edge of the bed to put on his shoes and noticed that the languidness of her actions had not been all about seduction. Her eyelids fluttered heavily and he guessed the drugs and exertion were finally taking their toll and she was crashing. “Why don’t you get some sleep, Cameron?” He suggested mildly and she flashed him a lazy smile as helped her get under the covers. “Be a dear and get the lights on your way out, will you?” she requested, her voice suddenly soft and furry with encroaching sleep as she snuggled under the covers. He felt sorry for her in anticipation of the morning she was likely going to have. “Sure thing.” He promised. “Maybe you are a good guy after all.” She murmured before her eyes finally fluttered closed and stayed that way.

“Yeah right.” Chase had muttered under his breath in self-deprivation as he left her bedroom and bent to pick up his shirt and shrugged it on. He went into her kitchen and after a quick search found a tall glass and filled it with water. He quietly re-entered her bedroom. He checked on her and found her breathing steadily, her features smooth and relaxed in slumber, looking more like the Cameron he had known up until earlier that evening. He put the glass down on the bedside table nearest her, where she was sure to see it. He tucked the covers securely around her and then he left, flicking the light off as he did.

THE END