A hand found the bra strap and it unclasped beneath his fingers. Their foreheads pressed together and the lips found each other. She slid her tongue into his, and shivers radiated from the two sweaty bodies. Lisa's nails pierced his skin as, she pressed her body closer to his, no sound escaped his lips, but the twinkle came alive in his eyes. He glanced shyly at her, and she nodded, rested her head against his chest. Greg was almost like a boy, so gentle, so kind... he never spoke a word. He took her into his arms, and he started the magic, casting a spell over her, as they became one. The concoction bubbled inside of them, as the two worked, each doing their own part. Lisa having a hard time keeping quiet, she was confused, from her employees usual sarcasm, to his laconic change. The worry soon died away, as the heat stirred, and frothed. It bubbled and the potion sat inside of her, and hers rested with him. Gregory never smiled, but in his concentration, beads of sweat lined his forehead and studded his chest. His thin body entwined itself around her own curvy one. A rhythm developed, the incantations of rigorous panting. Not caring if anyone heard, or who anyone else was. Gregory House only had eyes for Lisa, and she, only for him.