Chapter 4: First

She followed him into his bedroom, once more looking around.

Everything in there was made of dark wood… the bed was unmade, what seemed more like him than the dark furniture.

She surprised him when he turned around and found her standing directly behind him, her hands reaching for the buttons of his shirt once more.

"You're moving really stealthily", House said, shrugging out of the button down shirt that was followed by his t-shirt, allowing her to run her fingers through his chesthair.

When her fingers wandered down to the button of his jeans he first clenched and then stopped her.

"Wha…?"

Lowering his head the diagnostician dared not to look at the young woman.

"The scar… it's…"

This time it was her hand under his chin making him look at her.

"You want me to stop…?"

He shook his head.

"No…"

No. He didn't want her to stop.

He was craving what she could give to him, even if he was still denying it.

She was opening the button, this time without him stopping her, seeing her eyes go wide at the sight of the bulge she was freeing.

"I don't think I will be looking at the scar", she said with a mischievous grin on her lips as she let her fingertip touch him through the fabric of his boxers, feeling him shiver as he stepped out of his pants.

With a sharp tug he had her pants down, too, making her laugh, when he urged her onto the bed

"I see you've made up your mind", Ali whispered when she was on her back, facing him once more.

"Well… it takes some time, but when I've made it up…" He didn't finish that sentence but rather kissed her again, his hands finding her breasts once more, freeing a groan when he pinched one nipple between thumb and forefinger.

"Tell me… what you want me to do?" Ali asked, getting a low rumble as answer before those ocean blue eyes locked on her.

"I always forget you haven't done that yet… Lie back, relax and enjoy?" House then said, tilting his head to one side until she started to smile.

"Okay… but if it starts to get boring for you, you tell me…"

At that he let out a snort before kissing her once more, the soft skin on her chin already turning red by the abuse his stubble did to her. His left hand found her breast again, caressing it while his tongue was exploring her mouth.

Encouraged by her response he soon lowered his lips to her breasts, his hand aiming for more southern parts, feeling her shiver when he touched her for the first time, not really touching her but running his fingers over the fabric of the red thong covering her mound.

Running the pad of his forefinger once more over her folds he felt her shiver under his hands, freeing a surprised sound when he finally slipped it under the fabric, touching her directly.

Feeling the wetness between her legs made him hold his breath, just as she arched her body against him when he found that sensitive nub, adding a little more pressure there. Sliding the whole length of his middle finger between her folds he watched her, eyes closed, lips slightly appart.

"How does that feel?" he whispered, repeating his movement.

Her eyes fluttered open, looking at him somewhat distracted just as he was kissing her breast again, running his tongue around the erect nub.

" 's different", she managed to get out before closing her eyes again, tilting her head back

"Different? From touching yourself…?" he asked, groaning at the thought of that while once more brushing over her clit.

She moaned a silent "Yah…" when he abbandoned her nipple, soft kisses trailing down her stomach, his tongue drawing a wet circle around her navel.

She protested when he slipped his hand out from under her panties, opening her eyes when he grabbed at both sides of the last obstacle, this time not asking her if she really wanted it when he pulled it down her legs, making her blush when he looked at her shamelessly.

"Glad to see you're a natural blonde", House stated before once more kissing her stomach, his chin touching the upper end of neatly trimmed pubic hair, freeing a girly giggle that stopped when he continued his path of kisses.

He heard her hiss when he ran his tongue over her folds for the first time, her breathing really accelerating when he first touched the tiny bundle of highly sensitive nerves hidden between them. She surprised him by sneaking her hands into his hair, holding him where he was while opening her legs wider for him.

She truly was a natural and he could feel his member twitch in anticipation for what was yet to come.

"In my nightstand there are…" he started, getting a look from her as if he was disturbing something by speaking. Realizing what he had said she shook her head.

" 'm on the pill…"

He once more tilted his head.

It was careless.

"Ali…"

Her eyes focused on him, once more shutting him up.

"I want all of you."

And she would get all of him – that her gaze told him.

Nevertheless she added a "Please…" which made him scurry up from his current position and kiss her roughly.

"Ali…"

She just continued to look at him, mimicking his expression when she said "Greg…"

He couldn't stop the shiver running down his spine when he heard his name, just as she leaned in to kiss him, her hand sneaking down, small fingers closing around the silken skin of his throbbing shaft, soft fingertips slowly caressing him, making him moan into her mouth.

"You sure you've never done that before?" he asked with a smile on his lips while doing everything to not thrust into her hand.

She smiled back.

"Yep…"

His hips involuntarily moved forwards, so he made her let go off him, his long fingers once more starting to caress her, eventually slipping one finger into her hot core, causing her to moan with every stroke until he himself wanted to replace the finger, being her reason to feel good.

"You ready?" he asked, getting a scoff as answer that made him laugh out loud.

"Okay, okay… I'll get going. Slave driver."

She joined his laughter, her arms sneaking around his shoulders as he took his place between her legs, hissing when the head of his penis touched her wet entrance.

Balancing his weight on his forearms he looked at her as her blue eyes watched him, fingers curling in his hair.

"Don't you dare to ask now", she whispered, stopping his attempt to be sure she wanted it before he even had the chance to say something.

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't want it", she continued, her hands forcing his head down for a searing kiss just as his one hand went down to brush over her clit for one last time, making her gasp sensually just as he thrust through the very last obstacle, moaning loudly as he was sheathed inside her.

Her hips bucked against him.

"Don't move", he ordered breathlessly, fighting against the urge to thrust as hard as he could into her, feeling the tightness of her squeeze him in a way that made him forget his name.

She bucked against him again, making him bury his head in the crook of her neck, nearly pleading her now in a whisper.

"Don't move…"

Holding her close to him she obeyed.

"This… you… feel great…" she whispered in his ear, making his hips move against her, making her fingers claw into his back.