Chapter 3: What's the plan?

He let her step in first, actually smiling when she didn't walk in straight, but rather kicked her shoes off and let her fingers wander over the keys of his piano, taking in as much as she could see in the darkness of the room.

Which reminded him of…

"When do you have to be home?" he asked, and bit on his own tongue when she turned around to him, a horrified expression on her face, that suddenly disappeared.

"Mom and Dad are not home. I can stay as long as I want… Did I just really sound that relieved?" she asked, a shy grin spreading over her face when he switched on the light, suddenly being glad that two days ago he'd had a cleaning fit and his living room was quite representable.

"Yah, you did. Do I have to feed you?"

A snort escaped her, turning into a laughter.

"I think that depends on how long you are keeping me."

Shaking his head House closed his entrance door and walked up to her.

"So… what's the plan?"

Ali once again dropped her glance to her feet.

"I… actually I didn't think I would get that far. I thought you would kick me off your bike… or that black haired witch would do that for you."

Once again he made her look at him.

"You sure must have imagined something…", he said, looking into those big blue eyes, watching him so innocently.

"Tons of things… involving that exam room we met, your bike… your home", she answered, actually looking around for the first time, spotting his leather couch. Somehow it did look comfortable.

House just shook his head.

"Your bike fantasy's already done, then", he stated, grinning when she blushed.

"What did we do at my home? Except for the obvious, of course", he then wanted to know, seing her blush even more.

"Why so shy all of a sudden?"

Her eyes once more landed on her feet, and her voice was silent when she told him.

"I'm still a virgin… I… I don't…"

His hands fisted when he reminded himself that an 18 year old was standing in front of him, and not one of the women he normally took home.

When she turned around he stopped her.

"Hey, it's okay… I just assumed from how you were acting… Girl, what you did to me on that bike…"

"That was… unintentionally…"

"Good unintention, then", he smiled, once more catching her chin in his hand.

"What's wrong, Ali? If you don't want this old thing as your first then just tell me, I won't get mad. We'll eat something and I'll take you home."

It sure as hell would be better if it was that way.

"What… if I do want you as my first…?" Ali asked, still having to face him, even though she tried to look at the floor again.

"You… are used to women with way more experience…"

He silenced her by kissing her lips softly, being surprised himself by this action.

"You are so young… you'll have so much time to gather that experience."

She kissed him back, her arms closing around his waist.

"I think I'll have to contradict that statement from before", she told him, getting a confused look.

"If I thought you were old I wouldn't be here", Ali said, before closing her lips on his once more, making out until her hands had slipped under his shirt, caressing his bare back while his free hand was lost in her hair, keeping her head where it was.

When he broke the kiss she looked at him confused.

"I'd like to use both of my hands", he informed her before dragging her along with him to the couch, dropping his cane to the floor before catching her face in both of his hands when she sat down next to him.

"I'll ask you one more time: Are you really sure?"

In his head two voices were screaming at him, one of them telling him that he was destroying the girl if he went on, while the other told him she would be fine and he would have one good night.

She mirrored his gesture, but didn't say a word, just kissed him and he let his arms drop, encircling her slim waist, telling both of the voices to leave him alone.

Working on the jacket he once more told himself that he should stop now.

When she shrugged it off, throwing it carelessly on his floor while french kissing him like a pro this thought dissappeared and his hands went for the next obstacle in his way. Her nimble fingers were working on his button down shirt and when he noticed they were not shaking he slid his long pianist's fingers under the hem of her shirt.

She wore no bra.

And she willingly lifted her arms for him to take the shirt off.

"They're just as perfect as they were the last time", he sighed, getting a grin from Ali.

"So… you did look?"

Running his forefinger over one rosy nipple made her sigh and him humm.

"I'm a man and I'm not dead. Of course I did look. Gave me some very vivid imaginations", he then admitted, this time enjoying it when she blushed.

"What did I tell you?"

She looked at him with those blue eyes again.

"To never be embarrassed by making a guy go off…", Ali repeated, this time more bluntly claiming his lips while he cupped her left breast with his hand, feeling one pert nipple pushing against his palm.

"Though I think that guy's only you, since I'm not really popular…", she said after breaking the kiss and got a confused look.

"The guys in your school blind and dumb?" House asked. She was pretty, tall, thin, blonde and female, the cheerleader type that never even thought about him when he…

"Since when are the smart kids the cool kids in school?" Ali interrupted his musings, making him frown.

Still, with her looks…

"I'm president of the maths club and chess club… and have absolutely no interest in jumping around to cheer on these dumb guys consisting only of muscles and hormones while they're hunting after a piece of leather", she stated and House shook his head.

"Babe, where were you when I was 18?"

He didn't let her answer that, because it definitely would have destroyed his mood, but rather turned his attention back to her firm breasts, this time running his tongue over the nipple he had been playing with before, freeing a silent moan.

"That feels good…", she told him, encouraging him to continue while her fingers got lost in his hair, ever so slightly massaging his scalp, his fingers sneaking down to the button of her jeans, opening it.

Taking a glance at her underwear he had to laugh.

"You know you helped me solve a case with that red thong?"

All he got was a confused, slightly distanced look as if he had woken her from some kind of dream.

She was really enjoying this.

Which was somehow an ego boost for him.

"We should relocate this into the bedroom", he told her, his pants suddenly feeling too tight, when she grabbed his hand, making him caress her again.

"The couch is comfortable", was her confused answer and he couldn't stop himself from kissing her again, briefly thinking that his beard was leaving marks on her soft skin.

"You won't think that when the sweaty part begins", he told her, seeing realization in her face after some seconds.

"If you ask me one more time if I really want this, I'll have my way with you on the floor", she threatened, making him laugh out loud while he grabbed his cane off the floor and stood up with her.