A/N: I do not own House M.D. Clearly. Some M content this chapter, which I put in bold text.

Chapter 1

"Uncowl Wilson!" Ava said excitedly, entering the oncologist's office from the balcony it shared with House's.

"Ava," Wilson returned with a grin, "How are you, cupcake?"

"Good. Daddy say we visit you," the little girl explained, crawling onto his lap. "You make the chawr spin?" Wilson chuckled. He had one spun Ava around in his desk chair and the toddler couldn't get enough of it.

"Might not be the best laid of plans," House cautioned, "Unless of course your chemo patients haven't been vomiting enough to meet your needs lately?"

"Are you sick Ava?" Wilson asked, a look of concern coming across his face.

"Too many ow-reos."

"Ah, I see," Wilson said with a laugh. "Well, you get your sense of impulse control from your father." House rolled his eyes at the jib at his addictive tendencies and took a seat on Wilson's couch. "So is she staying with you and Remy the rest of the day? I thought you had a patient…"

"We do, which is where you come in," House said with a smirk, putting his feet up on the coffee table – one of his friend's (many) pet peeves. "Want to play stay-at-home mom tonight?"

Wilson gave House a disapproving glare at his emasculation joke, "Uhh, sure thing, I can watch her. I have one more consultation but it shouldn't take long."

"Hear that, kiddo? You're going to the greatest place on Earth! Oh wait, that's Disney. Or Hooters."

"Sweep over?!" Ava asked, her blue eyes growing wide as bowls.

Wilson shrugged. "It is a Friday, if that's okay with you and Rem…"

"However will we entertain ourselves for one whole night," House responded sarcastically before giving Wilson an exaggerated wink.

Wilson rolled his eyes but couldn't help but smile a bit. A few years ago, Wilson never would have anticipated being in this situation – babysitting for his cynical best friend while he and his wife enjoyed an evening to themselves. Ever since his stint at Mayfield, however, House had been different. Sure, he was still an asshole, but Wilson knew that most of that was a front he put on for (his own) entertainment. In reality, since he had gotten sober and especially since he had started dating Remy, his best friend's entire attitude had changed. The man was happy. It was like Pinocchio was suddenly a real boy and the Grinch's heart had grown three sizes. And as much as House still was the thorn in his side more often than not, Wilson was proud of him. He deserved to be happy.

Plus, the whole of the arrangement resulted in his gaining of a niece. Wilson used to envision himself as having the whole white picket fence scenario – a wife, 2 kids, and a golden retriever living in good old suburbia. Somewhere after the demise of his second marriage, the probability seemed fleeting, and after Amber's death, he knew that even if he moved on, he no longer wanted to have children. Now in his mid-forties, he somewhat enjoyed his role as the bachelor uncle. Well, at least the uncle part. Ava had his wrapped around his finger from the moment she was born, and to anyone who saw them together, there was no doubt that James Wilson had a family.

"Sounds like a plan," Wilson said. He looked down at his watch. "Ava, how about you and I go have some ice cream before my next meeting."

It was about nine o'clock when House and Remy got back to their apartment. Their patient was stable, palliative care for the adenovirus that had been exacerbated by pre-existing Lyme disease. Some antibiotics for the underlying condition and she would be back teaching snotty school kids with no coordination how to play kick ball by next week.

Remy dropped her purse on the counter and walked towards the fridge. "Leftovers?" House, of course, had become an epicurean during his recovery, however the younger doctor rightly anticipated that they were both in the mood for something quick and easy.

"And spirits," House said, grabbing a bottle of Riesling and two wine glasses from the cabinet. He and Remy rarely drank nowadays, given her diagnosis and his struggles with addiction. That being said, he figured it was a special occasion. Couple-time was rare when you had a three-year-old.

"Sounds perfect," Remy said with a relaxed smile. Grabbing a handful of Tupperware, she fixed two plates of leftover homemade Thai food and quickly slipped them in the microwave before House noticed. Along with his culinary sensibilities, he had also gained a snobbishness around the kitchen, and microwaves "sapped the flavor" out of his otherwise delicious creations. Remy, on the other hand, could hardly manage a can of soup that had more than a five minute prep time.

Luckily, House had occupied himself with his Gameboy, and a couple minutes later Remy joined him on the couch with their food. Flipping on the television to a tivo-ed episode of Game of Thrones, the two ate in relaxed silence, Remy lounging with her legs draped over House's lap. When they finished eating, Remy snuggled up next to House with her wine, allowing House to absentmindedly play with the ends of her long chestnut hair as they finished their child-inappropriate show. After an animated complaint session as to yet another wild cliffhanger, Remy got up and began to clear their plates.

House interrupted her. "So, how about a shower," he asked with a playful smirk. Remy turned to look at him and smiled. "Leave the plates. We'll clean up in the morning." Standing up and grabbing her hand, he led her towards the bathroom.

[OKAY SO SEX STUFF STARTS HERE – Scroll past if you'd like]

Arriving at their destination, House started the faucets to heat up the water (not that it would inevitably be necessary) before they got in while Remy began to undress, slipping out of her charcoal gray slacks and fitted v-neck sweater. Turning around, House took a moment to look her up and down – the smooth expanse of her ivory skin interrupted only by a matching set of a lacy bra and bikini-style panties. Casual, but oh so sexy. He could see the tips of her nipples beginning to strain against the fabric of their confines, and he felt his pants begin to tighten around the crotch. His eyes, having turned a deep sapphire from his desire, met hers and they smiled. Sure they had been married for almost four years now, but the spark was definitely still there.

Remy stepped forward so she was all but flush against the older doctor and placed her hand on his chest. Going up on the balls of her feet to compensate for the bit of height difference, she gave him a long, languid kiss while slipping the hand down his chest and to his waist line. She drew her finger lightly along the outline of his bulge, tantalizing him, before instead moving to remove his t-shirt.

"Tease," he said with playful exasperation, biting her lower lip softly. He knew that drove her crazy. On cue, Remy sped up her ministrations, and soon they were standing there entirely naked, with the exception of her panties. After the infarction, House never thought he would be confortable revealing his body to anyone, especially someone as young and absolutely gorgeous as Remy. While he still didn't fully understand what she saw in his fifty-five-year-old gawky physique, he certainly was not complaining, and since their first time together, he trusted her fully. The younger doctor didn't only make him feel comfortable with his condition, but normal.

Remy grinned looped her fingers around the sides of her now very wet panties, slipping them down her smooth legs and kicking them onto the floor. Giving House one more quick peck, she led him into the shower.

Of course, there wasn't much "showering" that actually occurred. For a brief moment, House let his mind wandered to the fun fact that soap wasn't necessary for cleaning but was only an agent for efficiency. All logical thinking went out the window, however, when Remy got on her knees in front of him. She took him into her mouth fully, cupping her hands around his scrotum and gently massaging the area. House let out a small gasp at the sensation and grabbed onto the assistive shower bar to steady himself. Looking down, he was met with an extremely erotic sight. His wife, water dripping through her long tendrils of hair and down her full, perky breasts, not only had her tongue running up the length of his shaft but also had her free hand massaging her own center. If he hadn't been in his fifties and on SSRIs, he probably would have cum on the spot. He wrapped his other hand around the back of her head and let out a grown as she brought him nearer and nearer to the brink.

Before he could reach that point, however, she stopped, stood up, and turned off the faucet. Grabbing him hands, she led him out of the shower and towards their bedroom without even bothering to dry off. "I need you," was all she said. Again, given his age and medication, repeat performances were few and between, and tonight House wanted nothing more than to be inside of her.

When they got to their room, House assaulted her with fierce kisses, guiding her back to their bed that she fell back against softly. The two resituated themselves quickly and House settled between his wife's outstretched thighs. Kissing her kneecap, he ran his tongue down her upper leg until he reached the place he knew that she wanted him most. In no mood to tease, he flicked his tongue against her clitoris and easily slipped a finger inside of her, milking her pleasure.

Remy let out a long moan, running her fingers through his short gray hair. When they first got together, in spite of his natural abilities, she had to help direct his mouth to hit all of the right spots, but now he knew her body better than anyone. Sometimes even better than she did. So if wasn't long until House felt her inner walls clenching against his finger as she came.

Removing his finger gently, he slid his upper body over hers so that he could kiss her as she came down from the heightened state of pleasure, and she tasted herself on his mouth. The eroticism of that alone left her aching for more. And who was House to deny her. Kissing her languidly, he guided his member to her opening and filled her. "Fuckkk," Remy sighed, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Faster." House picked up his pace and established a smooth rhythm, hitting her G-spot perfectly with every thrust. She dragged her fingers down his back, smiling with the knowledge that he'd certainly have marks to remember this by tomorrow. It wasn't long until they were both crying out each other's names.

[Okay, sex stuff over! Safe for non-adult eyes again lol]

Covered in a mix of shower water and sweat, House rolled off of Remy, panting slightly. A few minutes later, he felt the tickle of her hair in the crook of his neck as she snuggled against him. He placed a soft kiss on her forehead. "I love you."

Remy smiled and placed her hand on his chest, running her fingers through the bristly curls that covered it. "I love you too." It wasn't long until they were both asleep.

A/N: First off, thank you so much for the reviews so far! I really do appreciate the feedback and try to take it into consideration whenever I can. More drama coming up soon but I wanted to establish the characters and back story a bit before I jumped too far in. Also, hope that the sex scene turned out okay *blushes* I'm gay and have only been with girls so it's a little out of my realm of expertise lol.