Right Now
I don't own House. An expansion of my story "Happy Endings?"
Though their last encounter had certainly been passionate, it was nothing compared to this. Despite his bad leg, he managed to half-carry her t the bed, pausing many times to kiss her. By the time they reached his bedroom, both had completely discarded their clothing, abandoned garments littering the hallway.
She fell back against the bed, her dark hair spread out against the pillow. His breath caught in his throat as he looked at her.
He didn't remember much about their last night together, but he did remember her kisses (soft, gentle, growing more passionate as she grew more aroused), the feel of her skin against his (silky-smooth, cool, and perfect), and her touch (timid at first, growing bolder). He had hungered for her, longed for her, though he hadn't realised it until this very moment.
He joined her on the bed and kissed her again, taking pleasure in her kisses. He rolled her onto her back and trailed his hand along the inside of her thigh.
'Greg,' she moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck.
He continued to kiss her, worshipping her bare skin with his lips. But finally he could not resist her any longer, could not wait any longer to discover anew the secrets her body held.
She was gasping beneath his touch now, crying out for him, and he obliged her.
'Oh, yes!' she cried, and he smiled despite himself. He continued to pleasure her and himself, and finally they both collapsed on the bed, sweaty and sated and tired.
She fell asleep, exhausted from the previous night and their activities. Her head rested against is chest, the first rays of dawn slipping through the windows and lighting up her hair.
In a few hours, they would go back to their lives, but right now, everything was perfect.
'I love you,' he whispered softly, though she could not hear him. In his heart he knew it was true.