cindylouwho | Late Nights and Warm Beds (W/A) (Reply)

Wilson/Amber love for Kenzie

Wilson arrived home, late. He hoped Amber wouldn’t think it was because of House, because for once, it actually wasn’t. He had a young patient who had a reaction to her chemo treatment, and as usual he got involved and stayed until everything was settled and as back to normal as cancer could be for a 10 year old.

He entered their apartment, and was surprised to find it dark and quiet. The faint smells of a dinner missed were in the air. It wasn’t terribly late, but it wasn’t very early either. Wilson surmised that Amber went to bed early, presumably angry. He wondered to himself for the thousandth time how he ended up with a woman so alike to his best friend. He took off his coat and hung it up and sighed heavily, and began to make his way down the hall to the bedroom.

The bedroom was dark, but he could make out Amber’s shape under the comforter. Wilson removed his shoes, socks, slacks, and tie, and collapsed as softly as he could onto the bed. He was shocked and surprised when Amber immediately pounced on him, like a cat claiming its prey.

“Mmmmm James. I’ve been waiting for you,” she said with a smile. She placed delicate kisses down his face and collarbone, while quickly unbuttoning his shirt. Wilson swallowed somewhat nervously at her erotic undertone. He loved her and he loved the sex, but sometimes he felt somewhat overmatched in bed.

“Amber,” he managed to murmur, before bringing their lips together. Tongues were slipped in one another’s mouths, and fought for dominance, Amber winning as usual.

Wilson slid his hand down across Amber’s breasts, gently caressing the nipples with his thumb, and was rewarded with a soft moan. He pushed her gently back, so she was lying naked before him. He planted soft kisses down her neck and breasts, stopping to gently suck and lick them while his other hand slowly made its way down her flat stomach, and coming to rest in the soft nest of hair, that was already wet with arousal for him.

He slowly slipped one finger inside, finding her slick with wetness, as if she had been lying there waiting for him, preparing herself. He added a second finger and began to gently pulse them together. He could hear her softly moaning and whispering his name as she began to run her hands up and down his now painfully hard length.

He removed his fingers and licked them slowly, gauging her reaction. Her eyes widened and she began to guide his manhood towards her. He leaned down and kissed her softly, murmuring her name, as he entered her slowly, enjoying every second of this cocoon of warmth.

“You’re so beautiful, so hot, so moist,” Wilson whispered softly in her ear. He began to slowly thrust in and out of her, feeling her clench and unclench in her own time, teasing him almost.

They rocked and pushed and frenzied one another in this way, Wilson picking up the speed of his thrusts, and then slowing down, before picking up the pace once again, a pace he knew she loved.

He could feel her tensing and clenching as her orgasm washed over her, moaning his name, running her nails down his back. Wilson slowed down again, for just a moment and then began to frantically thrust into her tight wetness. He could feel himself nearing his own climax, but he could never deny her the chance to reach another, and he held back as much as he could until he could feel and hear her, louder now, calling his name and practically crying out in oblivion.

That was all he needed, and he emptied himself into her, their fluids mingling, sweat dripping, and heat enveloping them both. He whispered things of love and poetry into her ear as they rested, breathing slowing down, bodies cooling. He gently stroked her brow, pushing the damp strands back, kissing her softly.

She turned into him, so he was spooning her now, as their heart rates decreased. And as she drifted off to sleep, he whispered, “I love you.”