A/N: Another chapter for you to celebrate the milestone of 100 reviews! Thank you so much! And this one is for those of you who wanted it hotter. I hope I've delivered...

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How had she gone from 'sex with you scares the crap out of me' to wanton sex goddess? Turned on beyond her wildest fantasies by his explicit suggestions and by watching him plunge into her body over and over.

Just thinking about it again made her feel light-headed.

She turned in bed to look at him in the morning light. They'd both fallen asleep quickly and she couldn't remember a more peaceful night's sleep. She closed her eyes again to doze and was woken when he leaned over and licked her face from jaw to eye.

"Ew! Greg! That's gross." She wiped his saliva from her face with a grimace.

"I was just lying here thinking how delicious you looked and I had to do a taste test," he said mock-defensively.

She shook her head at his childishness. "I need to take a shower. I feel…sticky."

He laughed and she knew it was because he was the main reason she felt that way.

He surprised her further when he crept into the shower with her.

"Just thought I'd better do quality control," he said, grabbing the bottle of body wash from her.

"You know, I have been washing myself for quite some time," Jen said with a smile.

"Ah, but that's just when you fall into bad habits. Turn around."

She rolled her eyes, but did as he asked, backing up slightly to bring her body closer to him. He brought his hands around and began soaping her breasts, massaging them all over and then drawing his fingertips over her nipples, pinching and gently twisting until they stood firm. She leaned her head back against his shoulder with a small groan.

"Is that nice?"

"Mmm, nice."

Keeping one hand on her breast, the other stroked soap down over her belly, across her hip and down to her mound. His fingers began tangling in her curls, the liquid soap foaming. His hands pushed her back into him and she felt his cock pressing hard and hot between her cheeks, bringing all sorts of vague, dark, hidden desires to mind which maybe, one day, she'd be brave enough to share with him.

He continued to explore her with his fingers, his mouth nibbling down her neck. She reached one hand up to cup his face and the other around to squeeze his ass, pulling him tighter to her.

"You really are delicious," he murmured in her ear. He manoeuvred her closer to the spray, rinsing the suds from her body. "But I need to taste you properly."

Jen shivered at his words, knowing what he meant. No one had ever done that to her before. She'd read about it, laughed along with friends when they talked about it, but had never actually experienced it.

The shower had a shelf at his hip height, a couple of tiles deep, designed to hold shampoo bottles and the like. Greg moved around to her front and pushed her gently against the wall.

"Hoist yourself up."

Jen did as he asked. The shelf wasn't quite deep enough to be comfortable, and the tiles were cold, but if she jammed her feet on the edge of the bath beneath her it was enough to keep her balance.

"This is convenient," she said lightly.

"Yeah, I had it built like that for just this reason."

"Really?" As soon as she asked Jen knew she had to be more careful about that dry wit of his.

He chuckled. "Yeah, really."

He put his hands on her knees and spread them wide, stepping between them to kiss her wetly. His hands returned to her breasts, seemingly unable to keep away from them and his mouth soon followed, taking a nipple between his lips to bite it gently and then suck hard.

He pulled away and looked up to her eyes. "Jen, there are women sitting in front of cosmetic surgeons all around the country because they want to get perfect breasts just like these."

She laughed a little and blushed, not sure if she could take his compliment as genuine. Matt had always told her that her breasts were too big, out of proportion to her body. That's why she generally hid them and felt uncomfortable in revealing necklines.

"I don't think so," she said.

"Perfect," he repeated and then bent to take her other nipple between his lips. He suckled hard again and Jen could feel the pull through her body, as if it was somehow connecting directly with her clit. She groaned and he looked up and smiled wickedly.

He put his hands on either side of her on the shelf and took a step back, his eyes roaming over her breasts, down her belly and lower. She saw the glint as he looked between her spread legs, obviously pleased by whatever he saw there.

Jen had never before felt so naked and exposed. Her instinct was to cover up, to close her legs and wrap her arms around her torso; run away from his intense gaze. But the heat of his eyes was almost like a physical touch, and her want for him to go further, to do more, warred with her desire to hide. She imagined what it might feel like to have his tongue there, and her breath caught.

"Please," she whispered, the word leaving her mouth without her consciously having planned to say it.

He quirked his eyebrows in response and leaned down to flick his tongue over each nipple. The light, teasing touch was no where near enough but when Jen heard the frustrated moan she was surprised to discover it had come from her.

"All right, all right, I'm getting there," he said in mock complaint. He bent his head lower, trailing kisses over her belly and down further.

At first he pressed his lips against her, kissing her firmly from the top of her mound to her entrance. There he paused and his tongue slipped out, pushing inside her a little way.

"Oh." Jen had imagined it, but nothing had prepared her for how it would really feel, how intimate and wet and hot and delicious.

His tongue flickered upwards, parting her, stroking through her folds until he reached her clit. He didn't touch it directly, licking either side first, and then running a little circle around it.

He repeated the pattern, lowering his head to dip inside her then running up again to trace circles around her aching need. He did it again and again and she thought she might die with anticipation but, just as she thought she might go out of her mind, he fastened his lips exactly around her clit and pulled her into his mouth with a light suck.

Jen felt like all the air had suddenly left her body and she gasped to draw breath, pressing her head back into the tiled wall.

She stroked her hands down his arms and felt the cords of his muscles straining, the veins on his forearms visible with effort. It was difficult to surface from the almost drugged, erotic stupor she'd descended into as he continued to suck on her, but something nagged at her and she finally realised what it was.

"Stop," she said, putting one hand down to his jaw to pull his head up. "This is hurting you."

He looked up at her, a myriad emotions crossing his face: embarrassment, irritation, frustration, anger.

"I want to do this for you," he said stubbornly.

"I…" Jen knew it wouldn't work to express sympathy or understanding. "I want your cock inside me," she said instead, hoping her forwardness would distract him from what his leg was preventing him from doing.

She pulled on his arm until he stood straight with a grunt of pain she could see he'd tried to hold in. Despite the pain he was still hard as a rock and she wrapped her hand around him, stroking firmly, pausing every couple of strokes to run her thumb over his head, smearing the moisture that gathered there over him.

He groaned and closed his eyes, one arm going up to press on the wall near her head for balance as he leaned in toward her.

Jen kept stroking him, pulling him closer to her, positioning him at her entrance.

"Do it," she encouraged, kissing his ear and sucking on his earlobe the way he did to her. "Fuck me."

He kissed her as he sank inside her and Jen could taste herself in his mouth. She thought it should be off-putting, but for some reason it actually made her hotter, and her tongue plunged into his mouth, seeking more taste, more sensation.

His groan vibrated through her and he rammed her against the tiled wall hard, pushing the breath out of her.

"Jen," he growled, as the hand that wasn't supporting him went to her breast, squeezing and gripping her hard.

Jen grabbed his ass cheeks in her hands, pulling him into her even tighter. She loved how he always said her name, leaving her in no doubt that it was she who was giving him such pleasure.

"Yes, Greg…oh…you feel so good." Her words were broken by his fierce thrusting, and Jen watched him closely, seeing as he neared the point of losing it. His eyes closed and his face tightened, straining as he reached his climax.

She felt him pulsing inside her as he came, pausing at the top of each thrust as he shot, groaning loudly each time.

"God! Uh! Uh!"

His arm collapsed and he leant into her with his full weight, his head buried in her shoulder. He breathed heavily for a few moments before he pushed off her, his now softened member slipping from her.

"When did the water go cold?" he asked, still breathless.

"A little while ago." She shivered, more from the loss of his heat than the chill of the water.

"Come on." He tugged on her hand and turned off the taps, pulling her back into the bedroom without pausing to dry off. He grabbed one of his pills and swallowed it, falling back onto the bed and pulling her with him.

Jen started to cuddle into him, preparing for a nap.

"Hang on, I haven't finished yet." He pushed against her shoulder to lie her flat on the bed. "Or, more importantly, you haven't finished yet."

He grabbed a pillow and indicated for her to lift her hips, pushing it under her. Then he moved down the bed and without further preamble, spread her knees, positioned himself between her legs, and ran his tongue the length of her slit in one hard, long lick.

Instantly Jen was back on the brink, totally aroused and ready for more.

"Do what you did before," she begged.

"Oh, giving orders now are we?" he joked.

"It was so good, that thing you did…"

"This thing?" He did it, fastened his lips around her clit and sucked.

"Oh God, yes, that." Jen buried her hands in his hair, wanting to hold him there, wanting him to never move.

He alternated between flicking her with his tongue and sucking on her and Jen pressed her head back into the pillows, sighing with pleasure.

When she felt his fingers probe her entrance she gasped and then moaned aloud as he lifted his head to push two slick fingers inside her.

"Is that good too?"

"Yes," she said breathlessly.

"You're so hot and wet. I think you can take more." He added a third finger and fucked her gently with his hand.

His long fingers reached deep inside her and Jen groaned as he pressed against what she now knew was her g-spot with each thrust of his hand.

When he lowered his head and resumed sucking on her, Jen thought she might just lose her mind from the sensations overwhelming her.

"Oh, Greg, so good…"

He kept up the rhythmic push of his hand and began to suck and lick harder and faster. Jen felt a tingle run from the base of her spine and spread through her body, over her bottom and through her belly. The tingle turned into jolts of electricity, sparked from her clit, shooting through her pelvis, convulsing all her muscles in a current that he pulsed with his mouth, drawing out her orgasm until she felt like it would never end.

She arched her back, pushing herself into his mouth, crying out as she peaked, unable to stop herself gasping over and over as the pleasure went on, feeling herself clench around his fingers as if her body was trying to draw him deeper inside.

Eventually she felt the pleasure subside, the force of the contractions weaken, her body retract, and her hips collapsed back on the pillow underneath them.

"That looked like fun," he said quietly, murmuring against her inner thigh, his fingers still gently moving in and out as she came down to earth and fought to catch her breath.

Eventually, sense returned. She'd never felt so complete and so drained all at the same time. And she still couldn't believe that this was her, Jennifer Edwards, having orgasms like they only did in movies.

She opened her eyes and looked at him, his head resting on her leg looking up at her with an expression that told her he was entirely pleased with himself. She loved that bringing her pleasure clearly gave him satisfaction too.

He smiled and then pulled his fingers from her. He stared at them for a moment and frowned before wiping them on the sheet. Jen was slightly horrified.

"I hope you're going to change these sheets…" Jen stopped herself there. She'd been about to add "…before I come over again". Their whole time together Jen had been careful not to misinterpret any of his comments as indication that there might be more to this than the weekend. When he'd made a crack about giving her skin time to adjust to his beard she'd almost wanted to snare him on the spot, to insist on knowing if he was going to give her time to do just that.

"Are you on the pill?" he asked abruptly.

She gave him a puzzled look. Before she could answer he explained, "I…ah…got a bit carried away."

"What do you mean?"

"No condom in the shower."

"Oh." She hadn't even thought about it.

"I'm guessing with your history you're fine STD-wise?" He got up from where he was lying, pulled the pillow from under hips and tossed it back up the bed, coming up to lie next to her.

"Yes." Jen was trying hard to take the conversation as a mature adult and realise that this was a normal, standard enquiry from any casual-sex partner.

Ugh, casual sex. Two words she'd thought would never apply to her.

"I got tested after Matt's…indiscretion."

He snorted at her euphemism.

"Well I get tested regularly as part of a work thing, so there's no worries there. Pill?" he repeated. "Because if not I can write you a prescription for…"

His matter-of-fact tone rankled with Jen, but she couldn't quite pinpoint why. It wasn't as if she wanted to get pregnant. "Yes, I'm on the pill."

He nodded and visibly relaxed.

Seeing as they were already having a difficult conversation, Jen decided to take the plunge with the topic that had been worrying at the back of her mind all weekend.

"Last night. Do you do that a lot?"

"What? Ravish a beautiful woman?" he joked, but Jen knew he knew exactly what she meant. She shrugged off the compliment and realised that the past twenty-four hours had blurred together in one long day-night of sex and sleep.

"No, I meant Friday night. You were more than a little bit drunk. Do you do that regularly?"

He took in a breath and for a while she thought she might have offended him. But then he spoke.

"I drink regularly. I don't get drunk regularly. Occasionally." He paused and appeared lost in thought. "Does it happen more than it should?" he eventually asked himself aloud. "Probably."

"So is there something that sets it off? Stress?"

"No…I don't know…maybe…" His voice had lost its usual certain confidence and she was surprised at the difference it made.

"I just…I guess I was worried about you."

"Well you don't need to be." His voice changed again. This time he sounded angry. But who with, Jen wasn't sure. "I'm a big boy. I can look after myself. And if what you're here for is to rescue me or turn me into your version of a good person then you'd better leave now."

Jen was taken aback by the bitterness in his tone. She was the queen of taking on blame and guilt for things that weren't really her fault, but this time she was sure that his reaction was nothing to do with her, nothing to do with the concern she'd expressed. She wondered what had happened to him, in his life, that had caused such automatic caustic relation to someone looking out for him.

"I'm sure you can look after yourself. That's not what I meant." Jen said calmly. She was suddenly aware that the months of working with the kids had taught her a lot – more than she realised. She'd seen how some of the more experienced workers dealt with the inevitable tantrums and frustrations of kids as they re-learnt speech skills and staying calm in response was an important part of it. And his reaction reminded her of nothing so much as a child's tantrum. "I just wondered if you'd had a bad day."

He sighed and reached a hand over to her, stroking her side and coming to rest on her hip. Jen decided it was his version of an apology.

"I don't want this to sound like I've been watching too much ER or something, but was it about a patient dying?"

He laughed, a dark, bitter laugh that sent chills down Jen's spine.

"No. Nothing like that. Actually the patient I had on Friday was improving so much I could afford to leave and go get drunk."

Jen cringed, half-wishing she hadn't asked. But now that she had…

"So was it just a typical Friday? Or did something happen?"

He paused for so long she thought he wasn't going to answer. Finally he spoke, so quietly Jen had to strain to hear him in the silent room.

"It was nothing specific. Just a general 'it sucks to be me' kind of day. My best friend…" he trailed off and Jen realised she knew nothing about this "best friend" but she knew better than to interrupt. She waited for him until he eventually kept talking. "And then I saw you. With that geek."

Jen nodded, trying not to let her amazement show. He'd been jealous? She couldn't have been more surprised.

"He really was a geek," she said, keeping her tone light. His hand came to life on her hip, caressing her gently.

"Why were you talking to him?"

Jen took a deep breath and decided to plunge right in.

"Why didn't you call me?"

"Because I'm an idiot."

She smiled and snuggled into his shoulder. "Sounds about right."

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Wilson knocked on House's door and was surprised when it wasn't opened right away. Both his car and bike were parked outside and it was late enough in the day that even House should be out of bed.

He knocked again and was startled to hear a woman's voice inside. He cringed.

Oh no, I've interrupted him with a hooker.

Wilson knew his friend had a predilection for paid help of that kind, but it had never confronted him in reality before.

He clearly heard House's voice call from somewhere inside the apartment.

"If it's the Mormons, tell them I'll be out shortly to save their souls."

There was a giggle and the door opened. Wilson had to do a double take at the short, blonde woman in front of him, who in jeans and an over-size pastel sweater, was definitely not a hooker.

"Uh, is House here?"

"Oh, um…" She looked just as taken aback to see him. "Yeah, he's…"

Just then House appeared, still in pyjamas, looking more relaxed and refreshed than Wilson had seen him in a long time. Maybe ever.

"Right, well," Wilson was flustered. "Sorry to interrupt. Amber and I just went to the movies so while we were out I thought I'd return the DVDs you loaned to me." He held out a small plastic bag which House grabbed from him.

"Thanks. Wilson, you remember Jen?" Wilson couldn't miss the fact that House put a hand on Jen's back as he introduced her. A possessive, affectionate gesture. Wilson's eyebrows raised.

"Oh, James, right?" Jen said, her eyes lighting up with recognition. She offered her hand to shake. "We met in the bar a few weeks ago."

"Yes, of course, Jen." Wilson recovered, shaking her hand and trying to remember more of the conversation he'd had with House a couple of weeks ago. She was a philosophy professor or something. Someone House said he wasn't going to see again. Ha! Sprung!

"Wanna come in?" House asked, his tone clearly indicating that he'd prefer if Wilson didn't.

"No, I can't…" Wilson still felt off-balance, as if some fundamental truth about the world had suddenly been discovered to be false. He shook his head to clear it. "Sorry, Amber's in the car, so I'd better…"

House snorted rudely. "Yeah, off you go."

Wilson sighed. He couldn't win. "I'll see you tomorrow then. Lunch?"

House shrugged.

Wilson took that as a yes. "Okay, well enjoy the rest of your Sunday." He turned to Jen. "Nice to see you again Jen. Hope we catch up soon."

She smiled at him and Wilson remembered why he'd pointed her out in the bar in the first place. She was pretty.

Outside, Wilson climbed back in the car and turned to Amber.

"You'll never guess what. House has a girlfriend."

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Greg's phone rang around four, just as Jen was wondering when he'd tell her to go. She knew she had to leave anyway, there were things she had to do to get organised for the work week ahead, but she was leaving it to the absolute last minute. But so far there'd been no sign he was in a hurry to get rid of her.

"Ignore it."

She nodded and went back to her book. Both of them were spent from the weekend's activities, they were lying together on the sofa; some hockey game on TV that he was watching and Jen reading a book on ancient Egypt she had picked out of his book shelf.

His cell phone rang a few moments later and he swore under his breath. He picked it up from the side table and answered it.

"House." He paused while the other person spoke at length. "And why would I be interested in a cardiac arrest in a forty-year old?" His tone dripped with sarcasm and condescension.

Jen had no idea who the call was from but she suddenly knew their weekend had come to an end. Whether it was the alert pose he took as he listened, or some other cue, she didn't know but whatever it was, this call was the universe's way of intervening.

"Right. Uh-huh. I'll be there in thirty minutes."

He ended the call without saying goodbye and Jen felt vaguely sorry for whoever it was on the other end of the line who had to call him in on a Sunday.

He turned and gave her a thin smile.

"You have to go – work," she said.

"Yeah."

"Oh well." She couldn't for the life of her think of what more to say.

"You don't have to leave straight away. I mean, I don't know when I'll be back, so you'll probably want to go home, but you can hang around for a bit, get your things together, you know…"

He'd already risen and was heading to the bedroom to dress properly. The flannel PJ bottoms and t-shirt he was wearing were probably inappropriate attire for a doctor, she thought, although he looked so relaxed and sexy, she was certain she wouldn't have minded if he'd turned up looking like that at her bedside.

"No, it's okay, I should probably get going anyway. I've got to get myself organised for the week anyway, and it's getting late."

He'd already disappeared into the bedroom and Jen wasn't even sure if he'd heard her. She'd barely brought anything with her other than a toothbrush and change of underwear, so it took less than five minutes for her to gather up her things and put them into her bag.

They both walked out the door at the same time. Outside, he loaded his backpack onto a motorcycle – another thing she didn't know about him.

"I'll call you," he said, putting the key in the ignition and turning back to her.

"Uh-huh." Jen was so proud of her calm demeanour. If how she was really feeling could ever be known, she was sure she'd be in line for an Oscar.

He put one hand up to her cheek.

"No, really, I will."

She nodded. "That'd be nice."

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Sarah was sitting on the sofa watching a medical drama on TV when her sister got home. She'd eventually kicked out the guy from Friday night on Sunday morning; he'd been nice in bed but a bit of a loser over all. But it had, as Jen had encouraged, got her back on the horse.

"Hi, there's pizza if you're hungry," Sarah said.

"Thanks." Jen sat down on the sofa next to her, tucking her feet underneath her and grabbing a pillow to hug.

By the next ad break, Sarah realised that Jen had been completely silent.

"What's up?" she turned to her sister. "Did you have more fun? More fantastic sex?" she teased.

She couldn't have been more startled when a couple of fat tears rolled down Jen's face.

"Oh my God, Jen, are you okay? What happened? Did he hurt you?" Sarah moved over to pull her sister into a hug. "If he hurt you…" she started threateningly.

"No…nothing like that…" Jen said, sniffing. "In a way it's worse."

She gave Sarah a watery smile.

"I think I'm falling in love with him."