Moments
A/N: I do not own any rights to the characters of "House M.D." so please don't sue me.
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Chapter 1 Tears
Passion, heat.
Flushed cheeks, closed eyes. Their minds were temporarily shut down.
Hands moved across exposed skin, clothes half off in their haste.
She was so small, so delicate in his arms. Her skin was much paler than his own.
A little moan escaped those seductive rosy lips of hers.
He loved to hear his name from those lips. The lips that fit so well against his, that drove him crazy by just touching his skin.
She could hardly breath, his hands drove her wild, his breath against the base of her neck made her nails run over his back with a little more intensity than she previously meant.
It was so wrong, this shouldn't be happening.
It shouldn't have started.
But for those few moments a week were they could be alone with each other. When no one was around or didn't really seem to care that two of the hospital doctors had gone missing. When they hid from everyone else.
Anywhere they could. An empty exam room, his office, on that one occasion even the hospital's roof had been a chosen location for their little escapes.
Because really that is what it was, just an escape. An escape from the real world.
When all that would matter was him.
Her.
The moment.
The feelings.
Her shirt was off, crumpled in a heap at the floor of exam room three.
And his hands tortured her creamy breasts.
'I bet her husband didn't make her moan so loudly' he would think to himself, before the reality would settle in that she wasn't his.
She was only his for that moment. The moment when nothing mattered.
He caressed her bare arm as she pulled her clothes back on. Closed his eyes and begged that she didn't have to leave this made up world just yet.
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"What if he finds out?" he asked while comfortably seated at his chair.
He had pulled the blinds closed once more.
"He won't" she answered, a hand massaging her aching shoulder.
"Someone could call him and tip him of his wife's whereabouts when she is suppose to be working over time" he bounced his cane in a steady beat, counted the minutes.
She still smelled like baby powder and lavenders. She had her own scent mixed with his.
Scotch and peppermint.
She looked up at him, a serious expression that never truly suited her on her face. "You wouldn't"
"What like it won't be obvious when you come home smelling like sex?" the harshness of his own voice scared him, it had the same affect on her "Not what I said anyway" he looked away; he couldn't trust himself with her for long.
"I'll never be more to you than just a few minutes of good sex will I?" she stood up, arms crossed, a few strands of curly hair framed her face. It softened her face, making it even harder for the serious look in her eyes to be a good look for her.
He almost opened his mouth as a habit to say 'more like excellent' but though better of it. He continued to bounce his cane, the rhythm increasing gradually. She was so close; he could feel himself starting to lose it.
She was so warm, she made everything so soothing.
And he forgot to answer her. She walked away.
She always walked away, because he was just too much pain.
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It's really easy to ignore people. Even when they are right in front of you, you can pretend there is nothing but air there. He knew it was what she was doing.
It was so simple to make her stay as part of the diagnostic team. Chase and Foreman had spend days doing just about everything but begging on their knees.
He had simply asked.
No. Actually he had only said 'please'.
It occurred to him there would probably have to be a more elaborate speech for her to end a marriage.
And he had spent countless hours speaking with himself, going over the best things he could probably tell her.
But she was so young. She had so much to live for.
He was selfish, he had always been.
And he wanted her. He needed her so he could survive.
Because there was probably no one else in the world that could probably stand him. No one that could love him even when he was a stubborn jerk.
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He was ranting. He wasn't even sure what about. It had something to do with her pathetic little husband.
"I'm pregnant" she said, it took him a second for his brain to process what she had just announced.
Then he shut up. Nothing had ever made Gregory House quiet in such a small sentence; it normally took a whole speech. And even with that it took a very qualified person.
But she only said two words, and he forgot he even had the ability to speak.
Her green-blue eyes looked so lost, so confused.
She wrapped her arms around her waist, protecting at least the small life that was slowly but undeniably growing within.
"Leave him" he said, and walked in front of her, his cane was left by his desk.
She shook her head, looked down. Tried to avoid him, because she was going to give in. She couldn't help but to give in.
"I…I c-can't"
He could hear tears in her voice; he could see the tears that were slipping from her eyes even if she was looking down at the floor.
"Allison" he gently made her look up, made her look into his eyes. Gently stroked her cheek. "I know I'm an idiot. A bastard. But it's different when you are around. You changed me so much, and with out even trying. I was so mad at you because of just who you are. Because I didn't want to fall in love again"
She was stunned, it just wasn't his nature to so gentle.
"Look I had this whole little speech practiced out, and truthfully I really don't want to embarrass myself that badly by saying it. So I'll come down to this. I love you. I'm an ass with an addiction to pain killers, and you are probably much better off with that wimp of a man you call a husband.
"But I just can't let you walk off again. Not when I know you love me, and that I love you just the same" he kissed her cheek, moved his hand down to her waist and hugged her, he breathed in the lavender of her shampoo. "And I'll love the little runt more than anything" he smiled, and kissed her hair
Slowly, in slow motion you could say, she hugged him back. And she cried in his chest.
And after a while she smiled ever so gently.
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Okay so this came out way different than I planned in my head. But hopefully I did it some justice.
House is a little OOC here again isn't he? So sorry.
Well I'm going to continue this part in to one or two more chapters.
And hopefully it will entertain all those who read it.
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Amethyst sweet angel.
Time completed: 7:49 pm. 06/15/06