„House, MD"does not belong to me. Neither do the characters. A violation of the copy right is not intended.
English is not my first language, and this story wasn't corrected by a beta reader.
This piece is very short, and it was inspired by a scene from the movie "Le Pacte de Loups" (Brotherhood of the wolf). I do not own this movie either…
A/N: This story has an R rating. For a reason.
House watched as the pale moonlight danced over the muscles of her abdomen, her alabaster skin glowing in the half-dark. Her breathing was faster than normal, but so was his. His hands lay on her hips, almost as if holding her in place, while she moved in perfect rhythm with him.
Her chest was partly covered by her long curls; he brushed them behind her shoulders, so his view was unhindered. The skin of her breasts was even paler, and they fitted into his hand so perfectly.
He closed his eyes in pleasure and she smiled at him, letting her own head roll back. He was different from her other customers, she was sure of that, even though she only knew very little about him.
He was a Doctor, and he played the piano. Once, she had managed to talk him into playing something for her. They'd had sex on the piano afterwards.
She ran a hand over his torso, and felt his heart beating. She had never dared to ask him about the terrible scar on his right thigh, but she knew that sometimes he was in a great deal of pain because of it.
"Where did you get this?" she asked instead, breathlessly, and placed her finger softly on the scar on his neck.
He opened his eyes again, and licked his lips before he spoke.
"That…was a bullet." He wasn't quite sure what the look on her face meant, but it wasn't shock or surprise. That made him smile.
"This was the second one." He guided her hand towards the scar on the right side of his upper body.
"And this?" she asked, touching the scar on his forehead.
"…an accident."
He sat upright and changed the angle of their position, as well as the speed of their moves. She sighed loudly.
"You are beautiful. Anyone ever told you that?" his voice was hoarse.
His gaze found hers; those amazing blue eyes staring back into her green ones.
Later, she blamed it on his eyes, it had to be his eyes, because what she did now, she never did with any of her customers. She kissed him.
He seemed surprised, but returned her kiss. And came.