"I want you to do something for me," House whispered, dark and husky in Cameron's ear.
Her body rippled with excitement beneath him. "Yeah? What's that?"
"You like role-play?" he asked.
Her eyes lit up. "Mmmhmm," she purred.
He rubbed his hands up and down her sides, tickled his fingers over her thighs. "I want you to be Stacy," he rumbled against her throat.
"Huh?" The look on her face was a combination of confusion and fear.
"Role-play for me as Stacy," he repeated.
"And who are you going to be?" she asked, not pleased with this conversational direction.
"Me," he replied with a snort.
"Oh, well, then, no," she said.
He frowned. "You don't want to play with me?"
Cameron shook her head. "Not as your ex-girlfriend, no."
House rolled over onto his back on his side of the bed. "You're no fun," he grunted.
The sound from her throat was a rumbling purr of a sound. "I'm a lot of fun. I just don't want to pretend to be your ex. It's creepy."
"Maybe." He turned his head away from her, annoyed.
She reached to turn his head to face her. "Hey, I'll role-play anything else."
"Anything?" His eyes lit up a bit at the possibilities.