Jessica was asleep when the doorbell rang. Lightening brightened her bedroom as she pulled on her robe. Rain pelted the windows. The apartment was quiet as she padded down the hallway barefooted. Standing on tiptoe, she checked the peephole. There was a Louisville slugger by the door. Jessie was 5'3", and 125 lbs soaking wet; better safe than sorry. Then again, it had been a gift.

A brilliant blue eye stared back at her through the hole. Sighing, Jessica opened the door. Standing in her doorway, thoroughly soaked in the driving rain, was Dr. Gregory House. He looked tired, but his electric eyes stirred something terrible and beautiful inside of her. He didn't speak.

Neither did she; she simply stepped out of the doorway to allow him room. She always felt dwarfed by him; his very presence was huge.

"Jessica," he started.

"What?" There was an edge to her voice. A fine one, but it was there, amidst the weariness.

His voice softened, "Jessie." He cupped her fine-boned face easily in his hand, running his thumb across her cheek. Studying her wide, blue-green eyes, he pondered how they seemed to change color with her mood. They were emerald now, and bright enough to threaten tears.

"Don't cry," he ordered, "Don't cry, Jess. I didn't come to fight." He moved his thumb to stifle her trembling lip.
"Why did you come here, Greg? We've been friends for years, but I've had enough of this hot and cold mind-game crap." She took a breath, and looked up at him. "Do you want me or not? You know I play for keeps."

House knew. His pal was a one-man, one-heart kind of girl, and he wouldn't risk a decade of friendship for less. Jessica was brilliant, accomplished, fifteen years his junior and gorgeous. She knew more about him than even Wilson, and she still wasn't running for the hills. Plus, he smirked, if the last decade was any indication, she aged very, very well….and she was staring up at him from under that wild mass of auburn curls that refused to be tamed. Staring, and waiting for an answer.

"Jessie," he limped towards her, forcing her to step back until she felt the door behind her. His body framed hers on all sides as he leaned over her. His two days' stubble teased her ear; his whisper made her tremble. "I want you. All of you." He planted kisses on her neck, his lips moving over creamy flesh. "I've always wanted you. Not just this tight little body." His hands wrapped around her waist and breast, and she gasped. Greg stepped closer, pressing his body against hers, "I want to know all of you."

Here he stopped, because, after letting loose a high, sweet moan, Jessica gently crushed her lips against his and began working her hips in a most distracting way.

After relocating to the other room, House sat down on the bed. Jessica had disappeared into the bathroom, and he busied himself in (most considerately) removing his shoes and belt.

"Greg." Jess' voice had a low, husky tone he wasn't familiar with. He looked up…and had to swallow. He'd seen Jessie at the beach, but the siren who swayed towards him was not the same woman. Her breasts were luscious white mounds encased in black silk embroidered with roses. Had they always been that perfect? Yeah, there was a reason he'd learned not to look at them, to comment as he did with his boss. There was no doubt, Jessica Lillian Kelly had incredible tits. Her tiny waist flared to strong, curvy hips that teased his teeth.

He wanted to eat her alive, but all he could manage was, "Hey baby."

"We're going to play a little game," she said.

"Oh really," Greg smirked.

Jess nodded. "I've hidden two of your Vicodin…on me." Greg's eyes widened, and she continued, "You have to find them, with your teeth." She slunk her way to the bed and crawled on beside him.

"How do you come up with this kinky shit?" he asked with a grin, and pulled her onto his lap.

She licked her lips, wrapping her arms around his neck and saying, "Maybe there's a dirty old man corrupting me."

Gripping her trim waist, he set to work exploring her bra, mumbling, "You naughty, naughty girl." He grasped the top of one cup in his teeth and pulled down, and she simpered when her nipple brushed his cheek. Using his tongue, House teased her nipple to a hard peak.
"Ooh, I like that," she whispered.

Greg paused, "When I did this," he sucked hard on her nipple, and she moaned, "or when I called you a naughty girl." His blue eyes burned up at her. She blushed, a beautiful spread of pink across her pretty cheeks, but was silent. His hands roamed her body, cupping her ass. "Well?" he asked.

"The second," she said, "when you called me a naughty girl," She grinned wickedly and rolled her body against him, "it got me all wet."

House continued his search, needing distraction so he wouldn't come in his pants. She was so perfect, so beautiful….so fucking hot: that tight body, those soft breasts right in his…"Aha!" he mumbled, his lips around a Vicodin he'd found in her bra.

Dry swallowing it he said, "To the victor go the spoils," and unhooked, then tossed the bra away. Cupping her breasts, he suckled them each in turn, his hands running ceaselessly over her body. "Even better than I thought," he murmured in her ear, breathing in the scent of her hair.

Moving his way down the bed, he caught her eye and smiled, wagging his eyebrows suggestively, "One down, one to go." Jessie giggled, tossing her wild hair back so it wouldn't obstruct her view. Reaching her panties, he let out a short laugh: they had ribbon ties on either side.

"Oh where, oh where have my opiates gone," House sang. Jessica laughed, and he continued, "Oh where, oh where can they be?" He was going to need another one, soon. Using his teeth, he tugged on a ribbon, and the bow came undone. While a delicious view of her ass curved way to darker mysteries, there was no pill.

Placing his large hands on her frame, he moved her body to one side, eyes hungry, and watching her face. Holding her gaze, he leaned down and loosened the tie…no pill.

"You dirty, naughty little girl," House's face was Christmas morning. Jessie giggled. House growled, "You insolent, wicked," grasping the crotch of her panties, he pulled them away, to reveal her rose-pink, shaven pussy. Leaning between her legs, he breathed in. She smelled like peaches and persimmon…and Vicodin. He looked back up at her, "Filthy, sexy, perfect, dirty little girl."

She trembled, "Eat me. Please eat my pussy, baby. I'm dirty but I'm yours."
That did it. House had always expected that his old chum was amazing in bed. He'd even gone so far as to get one of her exes drunk and drill him for information, but he had no idea she would be so hot. Burying his face between her legs, his tongue delved deep inside her to retrieve the pill. Underneath the initial medicinal taste, she was there; like spring and sunlight. Like Jessie.

House moved to suck on her clit, sliding a finger inside her. She was damn snug and his cock twitched in anticipation. He smiled inwardly at the sexy little whimpers she made when he stroked her g-spot. He began to work another finger into her. She cried out, but he hushed her, "I've got to get you ready, baby." She groaned at that, in anticipation of how deeply she would feel him. His tongue was ever-present, exploring her pink folds, curious of all there was to find inside her, his dexterous fingers searing.

Jessie's head was spinning, swimming with sensations so overpowering it was torture. "Greg!" she cried, her body taught as a G-string, "Greg, please!" He grinned at her need for him, but she surprised him when she said, "Let me touch you."

Jessie helped House lay back against the headboard as gently as she could, considering their haste. Her body was on fire as she took in the dark planes of his face, the rough stubble on his jaw, and her wet release on his mouth.

She heard the growl before she knew she made the sound. House's cock was rock hard as Jess pulled his pants and boxers off. Thick and heavy, it brushed against her hand, leaving a drop of precum. Pausing she raised the back of her hand to her mouth, eyes burning from behind her wild hair. House's eyes burned back. "Mmm, you taste good Gregory," she pulled his shirt over his head, hands tracing his sculpted chest. Smoothing the hair there, she kissed along his collarbone.

"By all means-" House began, his scoff tightening into a purr as she bit his nipple.

Jessie spryly moved backwards, her sweet voice pure temptress, "I intend to." Licking lips she took his fat cock deep into her mouth and throat, tonguing the underside of his shaft until it was slick and warm, and her nose brushed the flat planes of his stomach.

"Fucking Christ, Jess," he yelled. Slowly she bobbed her head, sucking gently and laving him with her tongue. House put an affectionate hand on the back of her head, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear when she tongued his balls.

"GOD woman," he said, gently pulling her up to him.

She smiled impishly, "Nope. Jessica."

"Wench."

House settled her on his lap, ever mindful of his leg. Leaning in, she pulled his mouth to hers and kissed him deeply, then leaned her forehead against his.

Clever, wry, charming…Jessie was all of these things; House knew, but she was also, God help him, sweet. Her eyes were trusting, but shy.

"I love you," he said, before he could stop himself. "This isn't going to change that." He looked down at her tits. They really were incredible. He hoped he'd get to see them again. He hoped this worked.