I'm sorry it's taken so long. I was intending to update a week ago but we were hit by a massive snow storm Tuesday and we haven't had power since. Not trying to make excuses just trying to complain.

So Obama declared this "disaster" a state of emergency. We haven't had power for a week and probably won't get it for another week. I'm seriously feeling withdraw pains from not having my television and the ony good thing about this whole situation is that I got to see House last night, but only by a miracle.

Thank god for generators. :)

And a Happy New Year

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It wasn't avoidance, no. He wasn't avoiding her. He was just trying not to get to close. He'd been too close before and look how that turned out. He had given most of himself, more than he had with anyone else, to Stacy and she just broke his trust, his leg, and he had to face it…she broke him.

Broke him of ever wanting to get close to anyone ever again.

Broke him of ever trusting anyone ever again.

And most importantly, broke him of ever loving again. It just wasn't easy.

He hated himself for it, but he was heartbroken when she left him. He hated himself for the fact that he let his guard down and she took advantage of him.

He hated himself period.

Who could ever love him? Who would want to?

A new year wasn't going to change the fact that he was miserable and that he still made everyone miserable around him.

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She wasn't avoiding him. She wasn't even trying to stay away from him. In fact she tried to get him to take a case and he wasn't in yet. She talked to Kutner, and he hadn't seen him all day. She even went as far as to bribe Wilson into telling her that he hadn't talked to him at all today either.

How was she supposed to make amends when he wasn't even around?

She couldn't.

She wasn't hurt because of what happened, she was concerned. Concerned for him and what happened to his mother and how it's really affecting him. But he wouldn't tell her, no, he'd rather mope around and self loathe than let anyone in.

She wanted to see the real him. She wanted to be there for him. But he wouldn't let her.

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Another holiday has passed her by.

To her it was any other day. Just a normal day.

That's why she wanted to go home, have a glass of wine, and relax. Just relax.

As she opened the door she felt the wave of heat from her home rush through her and calm her down. She smiled slightly and put all of her things down to change into her pajamas and get that glass of wine. She pulled on her pink silk pants and the tight tank top that went with it.

She finally got to the kitchen and poured herself a generous amount of merlot and turned on her television. The couch seemed more comfortable than ever before and she was entirely too glad to have her relaxation time.

Of course, the second she did relax a knock came to her door. She sighed, already knowing who it was.

She opened the door to find House leaning on his cane. He stared at her until she opened the door for him. When she did he limped in and sat down on her couch. She looked at him disbelievingly and sat down beside him.

"What?" she asked almost already knowing the answer.

He just shook his head and looked at the television.

She just sighed, not knowing what to say or how to continue the conversation.

It felt like hours when he finally spoke.

"Why have you been avoiding me?" He asked gruffly.

"I could ask you the same question." she said softly.

He let out a dry laugh and turned to her.

"You just left. Just like when you kissed me. This time it was sex and you just left." she reminded him.

"Not because of the sex. The sex was great. I just…" He sighed, "Honestly, I don't know. I'm torn. Between wanting you and remembering Stacy."

"You're still in love with her." She said quietly, almost resentfully. Jealous…

"I'm…" In love with her, I miss her and I want her. She gets all of you and I get a preview. "I'm in love with the thought of her. With the idea of her. Of what we used to be."

He was actually opening up to her and she honestly couldn't believe that this was the second time. It must be something in the air.

"Do you want to be with her?" she asked almost dreading the answer.

"No." He answered with some thought.

"Do you want to be with me?" Again, she dreaded the answer.

He sighed, looking at her sideways again, "yes." He mumbled.

They sat there for what seemed like eternity. Him staring at the wall, her doing the same. She looked at him and he didn't look away from the wall.

Her hands came around his neck and softly, slowly turned his head toward her. She shifted slightly, getting onto her knees and leaning into him. Her lips touched his gently, hesitantly. She pulled back when he didn't react, his eyes were closed and he seemed to be thinking. Her thumbs rubbed at his brown and she kissed him again.

This time he did respond, slowly the melted into one another. Her arms went around his head and his went around her waist. She pushed into him, crawling closer. Their mouths opened to each other, each relishing the familiarity of it.

His hands roamed up her leg and to the apex of her thighs. He felt her heat before he even got close to the seam of her pajamas. She moaned into his mouth as the silk pressed into her skin and the warmth of his hand made it's mark. He sighed in response to her moan and pushed himself on top of her. Her legs spread for him to get between them and that he did.

She felt the familiar erection press into her core and she had to bite down into his shoulder so as not to scream out loud.

Her thoughts seemed to rush around her as she pushed him off of her.

His wide unfocused eyes and the swollen redness of his lips almost made her melt on the spot. She grabbed his hand and pulled him up from the couch. Once he was solidly on his feet she pulled him and pushed herself into him and their mouths met once again. He kissed her hungrily, pulling her hips against his and pushing her down the small hallway that led to her room.

He got the point. She smiled into his mouth as he bit down on her lower lip.

God, he's good.

She turned him around and pushed him through the doorway of her room. He turned them around and pushed her onto the bed, stripping her of her shirt. She was pulling at his jacket and he slid it off quickly, taking his blazer and shirt off with it. She moaned again at the contact of skin to skin. He pulled his lips away from her to look down at her. He pulled the bra off instantly and went for the silky pajama pants. Pulling hard, so hard she thought she heard a rip.

He kissed her legs where red spots were turning up. All the way to oh, my God her mound. He slipped his tongue between her lips, gently stroking her clit. She felt her eyes water and her body thrum. He plunged his tongue inside of her, causing her to jerk up and grab his head all at once. She felt her nipples go hard and every sense seemed to intensify. His hand stroked its way up to her breasts. He grabbed one gently and began to fondle it as he licked and sucked and bit and nibbled his way through her womanhood.

She groaned and thrust and bucked under him pulling his head in so hard she thought he'd suffocate. But he kept at it, like a starved man with a full fledged feast in front of him. She heard him moan and that did it. The fact that this was just as incredible for him made her fall over the edge, gripping his head between her thighs and in her hands like a vice.

When she came back to earth she was dimly aware of him kissing her neck and stroking her breasts in heartfelt, breast man, way. She smiled and pulled him in for yet another kiss. She sighed into his mouth, fully satisfied.

She felt his erection in her thigh and looked down to see he was still in his jeans. She reached down to undo them. With little trouble she got the belt unbuckled and the button undone. He helped her push them down his legs along with his underwear.

She pushed him down and straddled his stomach, kissing his neck and chest. His hands rubbed her arms and gripped her waist when she reached behind her to pull on his member. She watched as his head fell back into the mattress and the tendons stood out on his neck. She rubbed and stroked his shaft as she leaned back and led him inside her.

They groaned in unison when they were joined together.

He thrust up into her as hard as he could. She screamed out and grinded back against him. They got into that rhythm, forcing themselves higher and higher into that beautiful ecstasy.

She squealed in surprise when he turned her on her back and pushed into her with all of his might. She felt like he was going to go all the way to her throat and she wanted more, deeper, faster. She didn't realize that she was saying all of these out loud and he was abiding. He hit that special spot inside of her over and over again until she felt like she was going to die.

Stars formed in front of her eyes and she realized that this was a storybook romance fuck. She couldn't believe how amazing it felt, how she felt, how he felt…all melded in one. She felt him grow inside her and gripped his shoulders, bracing herself for a second orgasm. Once it hit she could see them, together, moving like animals over each other, biting, scratching, gloriously thrusting.

She came down with him breathing hard into her shoulder. He rose from her and almost collapsed back down again, but caught himself on his forearms. His forehead was against her chest and he was still breathing erratically. She rubbed his back as she herself was trying to calm down.

He finally rolled off and out of her to the other side of the bed. He stood up from the bed and she felt a sudden fear that he was going to leave again but he held his hand out to her and pulled her from the bed as well. Confused, she watched him pull down her blankets and settle into the sheets.

She smiled slightly and joined him.

This was going to be a happy New Year indeed.