He's sitting in his desk chair, facing the window as I walk into his office. It's late and the hospital is almost deserted. I take off my lab coat and throw it on the floor. He still hasn't noticed I'm there. I walk over and push his chair around towards me. My face is inches from his.
"I want you."
I slam my lips into his before he can respond. He deepens the kiss, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. I bring myself up to straddle him in the chair. Our hands are doing the talking for us now. I slide off his jacket as he kiss a trail down my neck. His hands are on my stomach, under my shirt, seeming to ask permission for something. I reach down and pull my shirt off. His eyes sparkle at the sight of my black lace bra. He drops his head and starts kissing and licking my cleavage. God, he's so hot! I reclaim his mouth with mine and pull his shirt off. Our hands roam faster, wanting to know every inch of each other. He grabs my breasts and teases my nipples. I moan into his mouth and can feel his lips stretch into a smile. He's getting hard beneath me. I start unbuckling his belt, relishing the sound of metal on metal. He follows suit. I raise myself up to let us disrobe, but he won't let me up. He wraps his arm around the small of my back and starts kissing my stomach, just under my bellybutton. I shiver and arch my back. He adds his other arm, allowing my to arch into his kiss. I run my hands through his hair and kiss his neck, just where is stubble stops. His turn to moan. I start sucking. He can barely stand it. He starts pulling at my pants, trying desperately to get them off. I stand. My pants pass my hips and pool at my ank
-SLAP-
I jump at the sound of files hitting the table in front of me. I look around, startled at the light and Foreman and Chase sitting next to me at the differential table.
"New patient," House declares in the oh-so-sexy voice of his. He suddenly looks at me very...intensely. It's almost as if he can read my mind. I blush and look away, brushing my hair behind my ear. I glance back at him. That cocky grin is plastered across his face. I just know he knows everything I've been thinking. He turns to his whiteboard and Foreman and Chase look at me with questions all over their faces. I look down to study the file. Another daydream, another fantasy about House. One of these days I'm going to have to make one of them come true...