Author's Note: Okay, here's some Hameron domestic bliss and then it's back to PPTH to deal with the "Wuddy Development". There will another chapter to get the lowdown in the form of girl/boy talk up soon.

I am (FINALLY!) on Winter Break and even got an extra day due to the unholy amount of snow on the ground. It's like someone dumped a massive bathtub of the stuff on the ground because not 36 hours ago, I was looking at dead grass. Now, it's like 6 inches deep and not letting up until at least 4PM.

It's going to be a bitch and a half to shovel but at least I didn't have to go to school. Snow days rule!

My point is that my schedule is now significantly lighter, leaving me more time to write, so the updates shouldn't be as sporadic.

Which is a huge "Yay!" if I do say so myself.

I've had so many ideas after my latest release from Writer's Block and no time to type them out.

Anyway, enjoy the chapter and stay warm or cool, depending on where you are.


Disclaimer: SO NOT MINE. I WISH I HAD A SNOWBLOWER, THOUGH.

His sky blue eyes slid open and to his surprise, the first he reached for was not his Vicodin, but his Allison.

Once the surprise faded away, his eyes rolled and he sighed, thinking about the last few weeks.

Somehow, his need for the pills had become a need for her. He was cutting back his intake and even did the physical therapy himself. She wasn't nagging for him to increase the pace or go cold turkey. In fact, she had given him encouragement, along with a perfect incentive.

He stumbled into the kitchen and smiled gratefully as she slid him a bottle of ginger ale before easing him to the couch.

His stomach was rebelling against almost everything, except for saltines, soda, and her.


"Detox is a cruel and heartless be-yotch.", he told her as he swigged the soothing fluid.

"Well, keep at it. You look much better." she encouraged as she put up the groceries.

"I feel better. I think the PT is helping my pain. Well, that and my live in naughty nurse." he admitted with a wolfish grin.


"Ack! Don't call me a nurse! Well, pill head..."

"You're going to need a pet name for me, Al.", he cut in.

Now that he had gotten started, he might as well go for it.


"True. Well, asshole..."


He laughed and praised, "Much better."


"Yeah, whatever. I have an idea. One that will benefit the both of us."

That got his attention. He had grown to love her ideas.


She was a big evil genius packed into a tiny sweet woman.


"What is it?" he asked while looking at her eagerly.


"For every milestone you hit, I'll do something for you."


"Like what?"

A naughty sex kitten giggle escaped her and it brought his cock to attention at once.

"Something that you can tape and gloat to your gal- pal about... can you dig it?"

He certainly could.

House was now a whipped and kept man. Allison had done in 22 weeks what nobody had been able to do in over 40 years. She had tamed him and made him genuinely happy.

She's got me by the balls. I'm addicted to her and I really like it... where the hell is she, anyway?


Her side of the bed was cold and neatly made.

The sound of the shower gave him his answer...and an idea.

Standing up, he limped into the bathroom (without his cane), and saw her blurry form in the steamed up shower cubicle. She was wet and naked and within his reach.

Smirking, he began to strip out of his pajamas.

It was time for his fix.

Humming softly, she rinsed off her vanilla scented body wash and then put the bottle back next to his razor.

She had moved in quietly and with little fanfare. She didn't have many possessions, anyway. Her entire life could be fit into 4 large duffel bags, which were slowly being emptied out. Her lease for her apartment expired and House had gruffly told her not to bother filling out a new one.

"It's just an overgrown storage box. Besides, there are plenty of hotels around if you need to get away from me."


He had a good point but she didn't think it would be necessary.

House was a good live in lover, actually. He left the toilet seat down. He wasn't a bed or blanket hog. He was neat (to a point) and even cooked and did laundry. The last one had nearly knocked her over with a feather.


When she had come home from her ER shift, he had been neatly folding clothes.

"Hey.", he greeted over the sound of SpongeBob.

She said nothing in reply but came over quickly to him, checking his temperature.

He sighed and gave her a baleful look, batting her hand away.

"What?! I can be domestic, too! It's just more fun to make Jimmy do it!" he told her with indignant pride before handing her a basket. "Here's your laundry. Maybe you could model some of those frilly under thingies I found."


Chucking at the memory, she loosened her hair and got it wet in preparation for washing.

Such a pig... that reminds me, I have to talk to Cuddy.

Just because she wasn't adamantly opposed to her new found thing with Wilson did not mean she wasn't a teensy bit curious.

Turning to find her pomegranate and cinnamon scented shampoo, she gasped as the stall door opened and let out a Psycho worthy scream as a hand grabbed her.

She was about to kick the man until she heard loud laughter as House came in, leaning against a supporting bar in the cubicle as he shut the door.

"Good morning to you too, Al.", he quipped.

"Damn it, Greg! You scared the life out of me!" she shouted.

His eyebrow raised and she didn't whether to kiss him or smack him.

Ooh, he looks good... all wet and naked.... he looks...edible... focus, Allison! You're pissed at him!


"Obviously, I didn't because you're yelling at me. Here."

She took the bottle of shampoo from him and gave him an ice cold look.

Also, she could feel herself "clench", as he put it.

"Just so you know all the women in my family die from heart problems. Don't do that again." she informed him firmly.

He looked surprised and then contrite.

"Sorry.", he said softly.

Rolling her eyes, she unclenched and smiled at him.

"It's fine. Well, if you're going be in here, you're going to help."

She tossed the bottle back to him and then looked at him expectantly before offering her head to him.

He sighed but came closer, opening the bottle.

"Come here."

Yep, he was whipped.

Not even Stacey had suckered him into washing her hair. Although, Cameron could have him robbing a bank if she batted her pretty little eyes. It was a bit irksome to know that she had such power over him.

Oh, well. At least she's naked.

"Tilt your head back."

Obediently, she did and House enjoyed the view of suds sliding over her firm breasts and down her hourglass form.

She was an avid practiser of Pilates and yoga, along with calisthenics.

Thanks to that (and the fact that she was eating more); she had filled out significantly, which he was more than happy about.

There was more of her to grope and leer at.

Checking, he saw that the water was running clear and he watched as a limber leg turned off the water.

She was looking at him with love drunk eyes and she initiated a soul searing kiss before stepping out in all her naked glory.

"Come get me.", she taunted sultrily.

House stepped out and placed her on the pedestal sink, the jolt of pain in his thigh much less severe. It was more like a pinch than a burn.

He moaned deeply as she immediately took him into her, working herself on his throbbing dick until he was sheathed to the hilt within her.

Cameron likes it when people play with her hair and if you do it right, she turns into a minx. Well, an even bigger minx than she already is.

Storing that amended assessment in his mental file of her, he kissed her and began to rock with her, building up speed. She was hot, soft, and almost painfully tight. Bracing himself against the sink, he really began to give it to her. She liked it hard and deep.

"Oh, god...right there...ah! Ohh, Greg... harder!"

He bit down on the side of her neck and she cried out, slamming her hips into his.

She was hot. She was burning like a hot coal.

She's all mine...

House admitted to being a possessive man when it came to women.

Not in a whole wife beater way but in an "I'm yours and you're mine" kind of way.

Some women couldn't handle that but Allison could simply because she was the same way.

Before he could dwell on that thought, she seized against him and her inner walls began to convulse rapidly. She buried her face in his shoulder and her almost too sharp teeth sank into the flesh to muffle a piercing shriek. They really needed to get an actual home, he decided.

He wanted to take her without worrying about nosy neighbours upstairs complaining.

He hissed and shook as his seed poured into her and she smiled, milking her walls deliberately to take all of him in. He smiled back and kissed her deeply.

After a while, he withdrew and she hopped down with shaking legs.

"That good, eh?"

"Shut up. Come on, we need to go in.", she urged.

"Why? We don't have a patient." he whined.

Right now, all he wanted to do was lay down with her on top of him and sleep...or do more than sleep.

"No, we don't but I want to know exactly what's going down between Wilson and Cuddy." she brought out with a pout.

Damn it. Sometimes she does that on purpose to manipulate me...I taught her well.

"Don't you mean who's going down?" he leered.

She giggled and nodded.

"That, too. Now, come on."

Both heard a familiar step-thump gait heading for her office and sighed deeply.

"Here we go." Lisa said while taking his hand.

"Don't worry, Lisa. Allison's tamed him. She's made him... I can't believe I'm saying this... House trained." James replied with a mischievous smile.

Lisa laughed lightly and swatted him for the pun as House entered with Cameron close behind.

"Wow, she's already breaking out the dominatrix thing? Al didn't do that until-mmph!"

Cameron's hand cut him off and she mouthed an apology to them before facing off with House.

"If you want to see me naked again within the next 6 months, you will not complete that sentence. Comprende?"

He nodded and she took her hand away.

"You're no fun." he pouted.

"Quiet, you bastard! Wilson, take him and get lost! I have to talk to Cuddy!" Cameron demanded.

"For what?" she asked the immunologist quizzically.

They were friends in the hospital but didn't talk much about outside matters.

"Girl talk. I want details!" she said in a "Duh!" tone.

Cuddy arched a brow and then looked at the two surprised men.

"Get out." she said plainly.

Both of them sighed but obediently headed for the doors, bickering the whole way.

"See, now they're banding together against us! I told you that this was a bad idea!"

"Shut up, House!"

Allison slammed the door on the men and drew the blinds shut.

Turning around, she gave Lisa a smirk that gave House's a run for its money.

"So, how big is he?" she asked eagerly.

Lisa laughed and settled in, prepared to get put through the wringer for the sake of girl talk.


Poor James. House is going to have a field day with him...