Hi a really short story. I was bored and jotted it down in about 5mins so its nowt special. Makes no referance as to which of House's ladies he's talking about so feel free to place any of them in the role.
House groaned appreciatively as she stroked her hands over his flesh beneath his shirt. Here and there she pressed a kiss to his skin.
A tickle at the edge of his jaw, the base of his neck.
He sucked in a deep breath as she gently dragged her nails down his chest from his shoulders to his waist, leaving eight raw marks down his torso.
She tucked her fingers into his waistband of his jeans and pulled him closer, he obeyed pressing her against the glass wall, the closed blinds rattling behind her. He pressed his hips harder against hers as he caught her lips with his.
She was amazing. She could be fiery hot, fierce and wild.
Or she could be a perfectly cold ice queen. She could flirt, tease and be downright saucy.
And dammit that's what he needed.
She kept him guessing, she would always be interesting to him, a puzzle as he tried to calculate her next move.
But right now the only puzzle was how to survive this beautiful torture long enough to lock the doors of his office before his basic needs took over.
See told you it was short. I own nothing.