I finish washing the paint off of my hands and I leave the bathroom to see House waiting for me in the office. He then walks to the elevator and I follow. "My car or yours" I ask
"Mine is cooler" he says and I laugh. We walk out to the parking lot and there are only a few cars left. We walk by all of the cars I thought could be House's, and we end up a cute Honda Repsol instead. I look at him with a smile "Got an extra helmet" I ask he hands me one and I put it on as I climb onto the bike. He starts the engine and kicks up the stand. We start to move and I grab onto his shoulders. He gives it more gas and I wrap my arms around his waist. When we park we are not in front of a bar, but apartments. I follow him upstairs and he opens the door to his place. I walk in and say "You better have booze; I was looking forward to a drink"
"I do, I prefer to drink at home; less noise and no girls all over me" he says. Jesus his sense of humor is great.
"Yeah that does make sense" I say. I set my bag down near the couch and as I look up I see a large piano in the middle of the room. "You do play" I say smiling. I walk up to it and brush my fingers against the smooth wood. "I've always wanted to learn but never went through with it" I say as he hands me a drink. Whiskey, goes down smoother than I expected. I look at him and I definitely notice his looks, just wow. "You know" I begin to sit on the couch left leg folded under me and my right hanging off. "If I saw you at a bar, I'd go up to you and ask if you were single… I assume you are since I am here" My left arm is on the couch back holing the rink I'm sipping looking at him walk over and sit own on the piano bench. "She is actually out of town for the night" he says with a straight face. I look at him in shock "Are you serious, oh my god" I say
"Relax, I was joking. I'm not that much of an asshole" he says. I sigh and roll my eyes.
"I' love to hear you play" I say as I take another sip.
"That is why I brought you here" he says as he lifts up the key guard.
"That's the only reason" I say looking at him. He smirks then brings his attention to the piano. He begins moving his fingers over the keys and it's amazing. I have always been so in love with the sound of a piano; so calming and beautiful. I look at him in silence, just sipping my drink, enjoying the view, until he stops.
"That was just awful" he says obviously being sarcastic.
"Oh totally, it must be the booze that has me feeling impressed" I say back. He smiles. "You lied to me when you said you weren't an artist…" I say moments later. I walk over and sit on the bench next to him. "Teach me how to play Queen" I say. He looks over with widened eyes "How old are you" he asks. "My chart didn't say" I reply with a laugh. Boy do I laugh a lot when I drink. "I'm 22"
"Good taste" he says as he begins to play the piano parts of Killer Queen. A smile grows on my face "Oh my god" I say. He continues to play the song through. He then starts over and shows me which keys to press. He plays with his right hand and lets me do the left hands job. I am focused on playing these notes I don't know the names of and hearing a song that I do not notice he was staring until he looks away. I look at him and smile "I'm kind of playing" I say amused.
"Is there anything you can play" he asks
"Um… like happy birthday and a few random parts. But nothing like you" I reply. I get up and lean over the couch to get my drink and I notice a guitar hanging on the wall. "Are you fucking kidding me" I say "You play guitar too" I sit back down beside him. "Oh sorry, I have a filthy mouth" I say laughing. He laughs to himself and looks down at his drink. "I can play the guitar if you'd like" he says getting up
"Yes please" I sit back on the couch and he puts the strap over his shoulder and begins to play. "Wow. Does anyone at the hospital know this side of you" I ask
"Of course not, I can't have them knowing I care about things" he says. I laugh.
"Ok, fair enough…" I say. He puts the guitar back and sits down on the couch next to me.
"So what do you do here at night besides play those instruments like a pro" I ask
"Eat take out and watch a lot of porn" he says. I smile, he is such a dick oh my god.
"So are you gonna keep at it with the witty or sexual comments. Because I'm not sure how long I can play innocent before, especially with this drink" I say. He laughs
"Plus I'm stuck here now, we've both been drinking, so… what do you wanna do now" I ask
"Well, I thought we could just watch some TV, cuddle and eat ice cream out of the container" He says
"Oh shut up… Why else would you invite me to you apartment for a drink" I say
"You're that easy, I don't have to pay you right" he asks. I laugh
"Only if you want to" I say, winking. "It's not too late, TV does sound good" I say picking up the remote and turning the TV on. Moans escape from the speakers and it turns on, guess he wasn't joking about the porn after all. I look at him "Told you" he says
"This is fine" I say and he looks surprised. The girl on the screen is sucking on that guy "Amateur" I say and he looks at me. I smile.
"What makes you say that, she looks good to me" he says
"Well she keeps using her hand to let her mouth rest, I usually just work through it" I say
He laughs. "If you don't believe me…" he cuts me off "Did Cuddy hire you to keep me in line" he asks. She did hire me, but no not for that… You're hot, I've had some to drink you know how it goes" I say "What, will be awkward for you to see me in your office after I suck you off" I ask. He smiles lightly "I mean we totally can just sit here and watch porn the rest of the night… I'm cool with whatever" I say
"Did Daddy leave" He asks
"Why do you assume I have daddy issues because I'm interested" I ask
"You didn't answer the question" he says
"Well my parents did get divorced, but I was little so that was the norm for me, no issues, I see him all the time" I say "You assume I must be damaged in some way to be interested in you. You already know I am… But you're sexy. That's why I'm interested. Your blue eyes, witty sarcasm and that beard honestly drive me crazy" I say turning myself on with the description and him less than arm length away from me.
"Your cheeks are flushed" he says
"Yeah and… I've been drinking" I say "Is it my age? I thought it was every guys "go to" thing to be into." I say getting on my knees in front of him "Plus age doesn't bother me one bit." I put my hands on his knees and lift myself up so we are face to face, my lips open in front of him welcoming his to touch. His lips touch mine and I take deep breath in smelling his cologne. I open my mouth and take the whiskey on his tongue, as if I wasn't already drunk on his kiss. "Do you want me to stop" I ask in between kisses, my hands slowly moving up high thighs.
"No" he says. I get on my knees and rub his thighs as I watch him undo his belt waiting for him to reveal the goods to me. I smile and look up as I grab him. I wrap my lips around him and a moan escapes his lips. I mimic the moan, I love hearing him moan. He stops me and grabs my heads, easing me to my feet. He leans forward and pushes my shirt up admiring my chest. He kisses down my body while he pulls off my pants. He grabs my hands again and pulls me closer to him. I climb on top of him with my knees on the couch edge. "Do you have a condom" I whisper in his ear before we go any further. "Yeah, in the drawer of that side table" he says and I stretch to reach without leaving his lap and he places his hand on my curvy ass. He opens it with his teeth and slides it on as I kiss his scruff covered neck. He goes to wet his fingers but I interrupt him and say "Oh you won't need to do that". He reaches his hand down to feel the wetness he has caused. He laughs and I hear him whisper "Damn". I gently slide onto him listen to his moans. I gasp when he is inside me and move up and down on his lap. I move up to tease him and he pushes me back down and then thrusts into me, I moan out loud. HE does it again and I moan again louder. All of a sudden there is a knock at the door. He looks at me and puts his finger to his lips telling me to be quiet. We don't stop, he keeps thrusting in to me and it's so hard to keep quiet, he is watching me struggle with his suggestion, and is smiles. We hear the knock again. "House, I know you're in there. Shut the porn off and let me in" I' not sure who it is, but it's a guy. He thrusts into me again and a moan escapes me. "Oh yeah" I say. "Go away Wilson" He says. I moan into his neck. I'm moving my hips on his lap and he moans softly in my ear, making me moan. I bounce on his lap, so close, and I cannot keep quiet the closer I get. They knock again. We don't stop. Our breathing is heavy. All I can manage are little moans and he thrusts into me again and I orgasm, my lips on his neck to hold back my noise. "House" The man outside the door exclaims. "Go away, I'm busy" House yells. Just after I move just right on top of him and he thrusts in me again and again as he reaches climax as well. "I have a key, will you stop with the p-"Wilson stops in his tracks, surprised to see a woman in the apartment. "Wilson, I said I was busy" House says.
"I can do him too" I whisper in his ear, he laughs out loud and then looks over at Wilson.
"Well since you're here, can you grab that blanket"? He rolls his eyes and brings the blanket over. House grabs it and pulls it over me as I get up off of him. I then sit down next to him after he pulls his pant on. "So what do you need that is so important you would walk into my apartment when I am clearly busy" House says "She's not even a hooker" He exclaims. I laugh "I'm Alora, I work at the hospital, I'm doing a series of paintings for the hospital, and this is only not awkward because I'm kind of drunk" I explain and laugh. Wilson looks at me and then looks at House who is smiling. "Ok, well I will find you tomorrow" he says and leaves.
"Oh my god" I say laughing.
"Don't worry, he won't say anything. I get up and put my pants on and sit back down next to him. We watch TV and fall asleep on the couch.