Gregory House M.D. - "For all our rationality, our supposed trust and fealty to a higher power, our ability to create a system of rules and laws; our baser drives are more powerful than any of that. We want to control our emotions, but we can't." - All In
He turned around, at which point all of his baser drives went into overdrive.
Rationality, rules and laws faded to nothing in the whisper of a moment.
This emotion he couldn't control.
Lust.
Forget the fact that he was her boss and she his subordinate.
Forget the fact that they had agreed to hate each other (and secretly feel otherwise).
Forget the fact that he was supposed to be working on his latest puzzle.
And forget the fact that there were two other people in the room at that time.
He wanted nothing more than to take her right then and there.
Images passed through his mind as he stared at her; imagined her in various degrees of nakedness and loosing control.
Moaning on the conference table, shivering over his desk, thrust against the wall; her red dress bunched against their stomachs as he rocked between her thighs.
The sound that escaped his suddenly dry lips did very, very little to convey the thrum of erotic thoughts that shot through his mind.
And later, once all was said and done and cured, it was something he was thankful for.
Supposedly there are three questions that go through the mind when you come across something new, three things you aren't even aware of, but somehow between his moaning groaning thoughts they were answered.
Can you eat it?
By god he'd love to taste any part of that.
Can it eat you?
Oh yeah, if he wasn't nursing an erection by that point he definitely was now.
Can you fuck it?
In his mind... any way he god damned pleased.
He closed his eyes for a brief moment watching wonderful scenes play out against the darkness of his eyelids.
Pressed between him and his front door.
Moving on top of him as he sat on his couch.
Writhing beneath him as she lay on his bed.
At the sound of her sweet moan (he would almost swear it had been real) he shook his head.
Those vivid images disappeared and melted into the background.
Baser drives pushed aside.
For now.
Returned to him was rationality, rules and laws.
Rationality he could handle; it was the thing that got him through the day.
Rules and laws were something he broke; often and with much flare.
But this rule, this law; this he would allow.
No fucking of Allison Cameron.
"What were we talking about?" he said continuing as if he hadn't lost all reason and all control at the sight of her in that hip hugging, bosom enhancing sinfully red dress contrasting with her pure alabaster skin.
But that's not to say he wouldn't be lying in his bed the next night, her name a whisper on his lips as he came.
Hell no.
It wasn't part of the rules.
Some things you just can't control.