Chapter 10

Allison chuckled as she reached down and ran her finger behind House's ear, then started walking to the edge of the pool. She glanced back at her husband then dove into the water, starting her daily laps, but as she suspected might be the case, as she came back from the deep end of the pool and neared the more shallow depths, House was back in the pool with her. When she saw him standing in shoulder-deep water and waiting for her, she slowed her strokes until she was keeping herself afloat in front of him. He smiled his amusement at her, prompting her to stand on the bottom of the pool so that only her nose was above water as she let out a puff of air through her mouth. He reached under her arms and lifted her, allowing her to wrap her legs around him as he held her so they were face-to-face.

"You got my birthday present for me?" He asked as he walked back with her until she was pressed against the wall of the pool.

"It isn't your birthday yet," she told him as she rested her arms on his shoulders. "You've got a few more hours."

"But, I can't wait a few hours." He leaned down and kissed the side of her neck. "I need my gift now."

"Well, then," Allison breathed as her hands went into his hair as his kiss moved lower and he lifted her higher out of the water until he had the top removed and he found the treasure he had been looking for. He massaged her left breast as he pulled her right nipple into his mouth and began to suckle it. "Happy birthday."

She allowed him to administer equal attention to her other breast, but then she pulled his head up until her mouth met his, teasing him in little kisses that would capture his tongue and gently tug on it before releasing it and moving back, only to go back and do it again. Finally he grabbed her hair and held her to him as his lips covered hers and he thrust his tongue into the warmth of her mouth, mating with her and bringing moans from the back of her throat.

It was a kiss, only a kiss, and yet it seared them. His hands moved lower on her, pushing her bottoms down over her hips.

"Get these off," he breathed between kisses.

"No, we'll lose them. How are we going to explain my bottoms laying at the bottom of the pool?"

"Fuck it! I'll dive down and get them! Just get them off!"

"Just give them to me." She reached for them as he stripped them off of her legs, then put them on the sidewalk that surrounded the pool.

"There–problem solved." He reached between them and took hold of himself as he moved closer to her again and touched his tip to her entrance. "Now–birthday gift would be greatly appreciated right now."

She leaned back against the wall of the pool with both arms now stretched along its edge, holding her up. Her eyes spoke volumes as she looked at him, enticed him, teased him. He held her hips with one hand as he kept himself pressed at her opening, yet he didn't enter her. Instead, he moved his eyes to her breasts, watching as the water lapped over them in small waves. She felt a shiver go through him and she reached out with one hand, and leaned forward to press her tongue into his mouth again.

"Birthday gift is here, all warm and unwrapped. Now, it's up to you to show me how much you like it."

A growl escaped him as he pushed up inside of her then grabbed her hips with both hands. He was torn between wanting to mate with her mouth and wanting to watch her as he plunged inside of her and she half floated on the water. She seemed to sense his dilemma so she pulled away from him and again leaned against the wall. She pressed herself against him and watched him as he devoured her body with his eyes. She felt herself tremble as his eyes moved over her breasts, then suddenly he grabbed her arms and drew them up around his shoulders.

"Come here–I want to feel you against me," he ordered and resumed his kiss as he pressed her completely against the wall, letting the water lubricate her breasts as they moved against him with each pump of his body into hers. "Goddamn it, Cameron! I could stay here all night and never get tired of this."

"Mmm, don't worry, I'm not going anywhere tonight," she answered.

He buried his face against the side of her throat and reached his hand down between them, searching for the curls and the nub that was throbbing beneath them. His thumb started moving over it with ease, knowing exactly how she liked it.

"Touch me," he groaned against her throat. "Now, touch me."

His stroking was sending her mindlessly into their much sought after euphoria, but his words seeped through to her and she reached down between them and let her fingers slide on his engorged length where it entered her. He increased his speed and his pressure on her and she started squirming in the water, not knowing which way to move, only knowing that her bliss was only a second away. His fingers moved to her buttocks, biting into them as he drove inside her until his own explosion shook him.

Breathlessly, they both hung onto the one another, then slowly moved to the ramp and out of the pool, pausing only for House to adjust himself and pull his trunks back in place. He watched Allison walk to the other side of the pool again where she picked up her suit and stood before him, a piece in each hand and completely bare.

"Should I put this back on? Or are we going to head inside for the night?" She asked him in a teasing manner.

"What difference does it make? Even if we're going back into the pool, I'll have it off of you in a matter of minutes. You're so easy," he teased back.

"Hmph! Easy, huh? We'll see about that!" She tossed her wet bottoms at his head, but he caught it easily as he chuckled at her. But instead of throwing her top at him as he suspected she would, she shrieked and jumped between the pool shed and the eight foot high wood fence that surrounded their lawn and pool.

House looked over his shoulder, in the direction she had been looking and spotted Wilson and Lisa coming through the gate with a sleeping Jess in her father's arms. He knew they hadn't seen Allison, as they were too busy getting through the gate with child in hand.

The look of utter surprise and then humor on House's face, when they finally did look their way, made Wilson stop in his tracks and look around. "What's going on?"

"Nothing," House told him. "Come in. Have a seat."

"Greg!" Allison growled at her husband as she quickly replaced her top. "Give it here! Now!"

Wilson looked at the bottoms House was holding and moaned. "Nooo, don't tell me we almost walked in on something!"

"Wilson, if you've never rode the waves–you don't know what you're missing."

"Ah, House! That's just–wrong! Your children swim in that water! "I" was going to swim in that water!"

"Greg! Now!" Allison yelled again, getting more and more mortified each second.

"Ever hear of chlorine? Or a filter? It'll be fine." House told his friend.

"That's disgusting! I'm not getting in there until you vacuum it!" Wilson argued.

"Gregory House! You give me my pants! Now!"

"Here–catch!" House called back, but when he tossed it, it landed on the shed roof. "Oops."

"Greg!!"

"Here," Lisa grabbed a beach towel and moved to the side of the shed, reaching behind it while keeping her eyes on the men now sitting in patio chairs. She waited for Allison to come out with the towel wrapped around her hips and took quick note of the blush that spread up from her chest to the roots of her hair. She walked with Allison back to the patio, then took a seat next to her husband and daughter. "That's it–we're getting a pool put in."