Disclaimer: Don't Own House, but the OCs are all mine!

Ann and House finished their make-out session, and went back into the club. They said goodnight to House's staff and headed backstage to collect Bob.

After House promised he'd consider jamming with the guys again, the three left.

When they returned home, Bob went to his room, claiming he'd be up at six tomorrow regardless of how late he went to bed.

Ann was hungry, as she suspected she would be. There was a lot of pizza left, and they pulled some out of the refrigerator. Ann got House a beer and she had a glass of water.

"So, aren't those guys great?" Ann asked, hoping to pick a neutral topic.

"They're good musicians," House allowed. "And Bob seems like a good guy."

"He's the best," Ann said. "He's worked for his company for so long he has a shitload of vacation each year. I think he used most of it up when he went with me to every hearing and court appearance when my attackers were arraigned and went to trial."

"That's impressive."

"It certainly is. And the best part was how he behaved towards me. So many people I knew acted like it was my fault because I was so drunk. He told me the opposite – that what those men had done to me was all the more heinous because they took advantage of someone with an illness – addiction. He said if they taken advantage of me with any other sickness, say, I was in a wheelchair because I had MS, everyone would be falling all over themselves to be sympathetic. So, he said I was more than worthy of his support. And then he told me that even if people were right about my drinking, and I had done something to make it easier for them to come after me, I still didn't deserve what happened to me."

"That's almost saintly in its non-judgmental-ism."

Ann smiled, "Bob's no saint. He's screwed up enough things himself to know that a lot of it is just luck – some of us pay the consequences for our mistakes and some of us don't. But we all screw up, and if we happen to be fortunate enough to get away with it, that doesn't give us the right to judge others who didn't."

House's mind flashed back to the time Tritter was coming after him. Specifically, that Christmas Eve when Wilson found him on the floor of his apartment in a pool of vomit. It was obvious to everyone who knew him that House was behaving like the desperate addict he was. So, did it mean that because Wilson left him there alone that Wilson wasn't a good friend? House had excused Wilson's emotional distance and insensitivity after Amber died because he thought it was justified that Wilson blamed him for her death. He couldn't say that about Wilson abandoning him that night.

House decided he was too tired and it hurt too much to think about that right now. He was in the presence of a beautiful, sexy woman who had invited him to sleep with her. He knew from bitter personal experience that happiness was fleeting and he'd better enjoy it while he could.

"Are you ready to go to bed?" House asked.

Ann had finishing cleaning up from their snack. She slipped her arm around House's waist and he put his arm around her shoulder. They headed toward the bedroom.

They took turns using the bathroom, with Ann going first. When House emerged, Ann was naked and putting a nightgown and her robe across one of the chairs.

"What are you doing?" House questioned.

"I thought I'd put out some clothes so I have something to wear tomorrow when I get up to make breakfast."

"You're not going to wear it now?"

"Do you want me to?"

"Not at all. Do you want me au naturel, too? "

"Whatever you like, but if I get a vote, I say yes."

House quickly peeled off the t-shirt and sleep pants he was wearing and slipped under the covers. Ann turned out the light and climbed in after him. She curled against him

"God, this feels so good. I'm glad you decided to come back with me."

House pulled her closer and pressed his erection against her. "So am I. I'm so exhausted I'm half-dead and you still make me hard."

"We'll have to take care of that in the morning," Ann said as her voice became sleepy.

House listened as her breathing evened out. He began to drift off himself. This evening had been both really good and very painful. He decided to push everything away for now, in favor of enjoying this warm, beautiful body next to him and of getting some much needed sleep.


House woke up to the feeling of hands. In his haze, he concluded they were very skillful hands, touching him in all the right places. He opened his eyes to see Ann lying next to him, with a look of intense concentration on her face as she worked one hand up and down on his cock. House watched as she would bring her hand all the way to the tip, and pull back his foreskin as she pushed back down, twisting her hand to provide additional stimulation. Her other hand rested at the base for support, but, as soon as he was hard enough, it migrated downward and her fingers began tickling his balls.

House threw his head back and groaned loudly. He hadn't had this particular activity performed by anyone but himself for a long time, and he'd almost forgotten how good it felt when someone else did it.

Ann varied the pace of her movements, picking up speed and then slowing down. It was almost as though she wanted him to feel every stroke. House wanted to be cool about the whole thing, but he just couldn't be. In spite of himself, he grunted with pleasure. He gave up trying to hide his reactions and let everything show.

When Ann saw the gratification on his face and heard the noises he was making she could feel herself getting wet. God, this man was sexy. Just pleasing him was so hot. The way his body responded so quickly was amazing. It made Ann wonder how long it had been since anyone had touched him, and not just in a sexual way. She'd have to remedy that. And the good news was they had all afternoon.

Ann could tell from the muscles tensing in his ball sack and in his abdomen that he was close. She moved her hand faster until he was just about ready. She slowed down and watched as House ejaculated with full force. His semen sprayed out in thick ropes. Ann immediately aimed him so that his ejaculation hit her bare breasts. He pumped for a good thirty seconds before he was spent.

Ann crawled up the bed and lay down beside him as he panted. He noticed she was letting his semen dry on her ample chest.

"God, is there anything more beautiful than a sexy man spraying his cum all over your tits?" Ann asked rhetorically. She sighed with deep contentment.

It was at this point that House noticed something. "Did you know the bedroom door is open?"

Ann looked over lazily and said, "Yes, I guess so."

"You don't mind giving your houseguest a free show?"

"Oh, Bob? Apparently, there is an exhibition game with the Bills this afternoon, so he wanted to get home. He left about four hours ago."

"What time is it?"

"Almost noon."

"Seriously? Why didn't you wake me up?"

"After Bob left, I came back to bed so I could sleep a little longer. And I did just get you up. Quite spectacularly, if I do say so myself."

House gave Ann a small smile. At that moment, his stomach decided to let them both know it was hungry.

"I really shouldn't take ibuprofen on an empty stomach."

"I have leftovers from breakfast this morning – fruit, bagels, bacon, and I can make you some fresh eggs. The coffee's cold, but I can heat it up in the microwave, or I can make iced coffee. Or, you can skip breakfast and I'll make you lunch."

House was amazed at this woman. She'd given him one of the best hand jobs he'd ever had, and now she was going to cook something just for him. He wasn't sure what he could have possibly done to deserve her, or why fate had finally granted him something good. It really didn't matter, he supposed. What had she told him? He had as much right as anyone else to be treated decently. And this was way better than decent. It was better than he ever expected.

He had told Nolan that happiness was his goal, but he had never anticipated he'd come anywhere close to that. All he really thought he'd achieve was being a little less miserable. And up until he'd met Ann, he couldn't even have attained that.

Suddenly, so many things he'd thought were out of his reach entirely seemed almost possible. Should he even dare to want that? He knew how easily happiness could be destroyed. And he didn't think he'd survive that devastation a second time. Still, what was the point in living if he didn't at least try?

House was starting to feel a little overwhelmed. All this thinking about his life and this chance for happiness was just too much. He needed to focus on something mundane.

"Don't you want to shower that off before you do anything?" House asked as he indicated his semen drying on Ann's breasts.

"Hell, no! I want to keep your cum on me as long as possible."

"Well, there's plenty more where that came from."

"And I'm looking forward to enjoying it on my boobs again and again. You know, in between having it inside me."

House leaned in to kiss her. She smelled salty and musky. As he had always suspected, it was a serious turn-on to smell your semen sprayed all over a beautiful woman's chest. It was like a porno come true. Little Greg was responding to it as well.

"Wow, you're already up for more?" Ann questioned as she felt his growing erection. "I know you need to eat, but, selfishly, I wanna do it first."

"Let's kill two birds with one stone," House proclaimed as he flipped Ann around so her feet were at the head of the bed. He parted her legs and began licking her lips.

"Oh, God!" Ann moaned as she felt House's tongue do its wonderful thing.

"You taste so good," House murmured as he continued his ministrations.

The vibrations of House's voice merely added to the wonderful sensations. She had already been aroused from watching him come and this just added fuel to the fire. When his tongue started working on her clit, she felt like she was completely turned inside out.

"Oh, Oh, Greg!" she cried as her orgasm hit, starting at her center and radiating out to the tips of her toes. She was expecting House to stop at that point, but he didn't. He kept licking her clit until she came again. He kept at it until she begged him to stop. Two more orgasms later.

She lay on the bed, panting and pretty much unable to form a coherent sentence. As her senses slowly returned, she was finally able to speak. "That was so intense. And fantastic. Thank you."

"Nothing like a little muff munching to start the day."

"That reminds me. Bob and I used to work with this guy. I remember he told me that when he was single, he lived in this apartment complex that was within walking distance of a bar called Muffy's. He used to say that their slogan was 'No muff too tough, we dive at five.' "

House smiled slightly. "So, that's how you met Bob? You worked with him?"

"In that giant, soulless multinational corporation, yes."

"And you left?"

"After the rape and the trial. I quit and took the job in California. I thought if I had a 'change of scenery' everything would be okay. You can probably guess how well that worked out. The flashbacks were so bad at one point, I almost started drinking again. It still took both Tom and my sponsor to convince me to get into therapy, ironically enough."

"What's ironic about it?"

"Tom has never been in therapy for his flashbacks. A lot of those Vietnam guys just toughed it out, with varying degrees of success. Anyway, he convinced me by telling me that I didn't want to wind up like him. He was never able to go camping with his son because sleeping outside brought everything back. He would become seriously depressed when it rained, because in rained almost every day in Vietnam. He told me he and Sharon had some bad years because of his PTSD."

"Wait a minute. Didn't you say they were the love of each others' lives, married for thirty-five years and all that?"

"I said they love each other. I didn't say it was some make-believe fairytale romance. They've had to go through tough times just like everyone else."

There was a pause in the conversation as House processed this. It pleased him to know that Ann didn't have unrealistic expectations when it came to relationships. It increased the odds this thing between them could actually work.

House's stomach rumbled even louder.

"Which is more urgent?" Ann asked. "Taking care of your hard-on or feeding your belly?"

House's leg wasn't bothering him too much, mainly, he supposed, because of the sex-induced endorphins. Still, he didn't want to push it.

"I'd better eat something so I can take some meds."

"Okay. We can take care of your other issue a little later," Ann said with a smile. "Breakfast or lunch?"

House wasn't sure what he was in the mood for, other than Ann. He really wanted to get back to her bedroom quickly, so he decided on breakfast since she already had most of it prepared. "I'll have some of the leftovers from this morning, if that's okay."

"Sounds good to me. I'll just go and get the eggs started."

House sat up carefully and reached for his sleep pants.

"Don't need those," Ann called out over her shoulder as she left the room.

House smiled and grabbed his cane. Maybe they didn't have to return to the bedroom to take care of him. He'd never done it on a granite countertop before . . .


A/N: I'm not sure if there are any NFL exhibition games in July (i.e., Bob leaving early to go watch a Bills game). As a non-sports fan, it seems to me that all sports seasons get longer and longer every year, so I think it's at least plausible that there would be something NFL-related going on in July. Anyway, that's my story and I'm sticking to it. :D