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CHAPTER 10: Please read and comment.

That night, hours after Cuddy's New Year's brunch had ended, Chase and Sophie were enjoying dessert and after dinner drinks in an intimate Italian bistro in downtown Princeton.

Chase had reserved a table for them with a semi- circle couch instead of chairs so they could sit as close as they could to each other.

Chase's right arm was resting on the back of the couch and his fingertips were idly caressing Sophie's bare shoulder as she took another sip from the French Kiss that Chase had ordered for her, thoroughly enjoying the intoxicating sensation and tastes of the Vodka, Chambord and dark Crème de Cacao on her tongue.

Chase felt his cock stir in his pants as he watched her lick the liquor off her glossy lips.

His glass of Amaretto was almost completely empty and he was beginning to enjoy its effects.

He gave her another lingering once over in her black rayon slip dress. The thin straps and scoop neck accented her cleavage and the lovely top curves of her ample breasts, while the sleek silhouette and ruched fabric showed off her thin waist and curves.

Chase wrapped his arm around Sophie's bare shoulder and pulled her closer to him in the couch. He nuzzled her cheek with his nose as he took in the scent of her jasmine soap that he loved so much.

Chase then reached underneath the table with his other hand, slowly lifting the hem of her dress slightly and caressed the lower part of her thigh just above her knee.

His cock strained against the front of his slacks at the feel of her black sheer stockings against his fingertips.

Sophie placed her drink back down on the table and met his gaze demurely, feeling her own arousal begin to stir at the passionate look in his blue- green eyes and how incredibly handsome he looked in his dark blue button down shirt and black slacks.

At her insistence, he didn't shave before they went out and was sporting a thin layer of scruff. His hair was slightly tousled, stray locks framing his face.

Chase kept his eyes on hers as he slipped his hand to her inner thigh and began to venture upwards against the fabric of her stocking.

As she gasped as quietly as she could, Chase raised his eyebrows almost undetectably, the corners of his lips turning upwards ever so slightly.

"How high up do these stockings go?" Chase asked her softly.

"I'm not gonna tell you that," Sophie teased sexily.

"Are you gonna show me?" Chase asked her, his hand starting to travel higher on the inside of her thigh.

Sophie placed her hand on top of his underneath the table, stopping his journey.

"Not here. They'll kick us out," Sophie replied with a grin.

"So? We already finished dinner," Chase quipped, returning her grin.

"But I want to finish my drink," Sophie told him playfully.

Chase leaned forward, closing the distance between them and gently brushed her lips with his own. Chase parted his lips, caressing the tip her tongue with his delicately, tasting the decadent liquor and crème.

Sophie felt his kiss move through her, making every part of her body tingle.

"You taste so good," Chase murmured against her lips.

"I hope you tell me that later," Sophie replied.

"You're a naughty girl," Chase told her, his eyes widening slightly.

"And you like it," Sophie said.

Chase nodded eagerly and kissed her again deeply, holding her close to him. Sophie wrapped her arms around his neck and threaded her fingers through the back of his hair, the scent of his cologne permeating her senses.

Completely involved in each other, they were suddenly interrupted by the waitress who coughed loudly as she stood over their table.

Chase and Sophie broke off their kiss and looked at the blond waitress standing there with an annoyed look on her face and her hand on her hip.

"Do you need anything else?" the waitress asked in a pinched voice.

"Not really," Chase replied casually.

The waitress snorted and tossed the leather billfold down on the table that she was holding and walked away.

Chase snorted in disgust as he reached for the check, keeping one arm around Sophie as he did so.

Sophie chuckled. "Hey, I used to waitress, remember? Trust me. It's no fun interrupting people making out at a table to give them the check," she told him.

Chase laughed. "She didn't have to interrupt. She could have just left it," he pointed out.

Sophie smiled and stroked his cheek, loving the feeling of his scruff against her palm.

"I'm so glad you didn't shave tonight," Sophie told him.

Chase smiled and gazed into her eyes, which were sparkling from the glow of the single candle at their table.

"Did you enjoy your dinner?" Chase asked softly.

Sophie bit her lip and nodded. "Very much," she replied, matching his soft tone.

"I'm glad. I wanted tonight to be special," Chase said, kissing her palm.

Sophie felt a wave of melancholy wash over her, trying to push the thought out of her mind that that she had to go back to Boston tomorrow morning.

"I still wish we went snowboarding," Chase told her.

"We can always go snowboarding another time," Sophie said.

Chase cupped her face and brushed the tip of his nose against hers.

"You are so beautiful," Chase whispered.

Sophie felt her heart beat wildly in her chest as he brushed her lips once more. Chase could feel her lower lip quiver against his as he kissed her.

As they broke off their kiss, he could tell by the smoldering look in her deep brown eyes that she was quivering inside as well.

"…You have no idea what you do to me, do you?" Sophie managed to say.

"Let's get out of here," Chase said huskily, feeling his arousal grow once more.

Sophie nodded quickly as Chase took some money out of his wallet and tossed it on the table

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Around a half- hour later, Chase and Sophie were lying on Chase's bed above his blanket. His shirt was already off and Sophie had already unzipped his slacks, which were hanging low on his hips as he pressed his body against hers.

She loved how his erection felt against her.

Sophie lolled her head back in pleasure as Chase kissed down her neck to her collarbone, tasting her skin as he slowly unzipped the back of her dress.

The thin straps easily fell off her shoulders, revealing more of her breasts to him.

Sophie whimpered as Chase gently pushed the dress down further.

Chase arousal heightened even more upon discovering that she wasn't wearing a bra under her dress.

Her breathing was shallow as she peeked at him through her long lashes.

He then greedily took one of her pink nipples in his mouth, taking possession of her.

"Ohh!" she whimpered once more at the feeling of his lips on her.

As he suckled her nipple, his tongue fluttering against her taut peak, he hiked up the hem of her dress. His fingers skated over the sheer fabric of her stockings, finding a lace band around her toned thigh.

"Oh god…" Chase moaned against her breast, thrilled that she had worn thigh- high stockings.

"I knew you'd like these," Sophie whispered.

Suddenly, Chase roughly yanked down the rest of her dress off her, making her gasp aloud in shock. He tossed the dress on his bedroom floor and turned back to her.

She was lying on her back, one knee slightly raised, her legs seductively closed, a wanton expression on her face.

His eyes raked over her, taking in the glorious site of her body, clad only in her black bikini lace panties, her stockings and her stiletto heels.

He maneuvered carefully to hover over her.

He grabbed her tiny wrists in his hands and pinned them down to the bed, lowering his body down on top of her.

Sophie could see that his eyes were blazing. Her own excitement grew at his response to her.

She could feel her pulse race at the feeling of his body against hers and at the sensation of him pinning her wrists down to the bed, dominating her.

"Will you leave your stockings and heels on for me?" Chase begged in a ragged whisper as he thrust his hips against her panty- clad core.

"Yes," Sophie breathed, feeling his hard shaft through his slacks.

He reached down between their bodies, sliding his middle finger beneath the lace of her panties. He made slow circles with his fingertip against her nub, making her moan softly.

She fluttered her eyes closed at the sensation of the pressure building up between her legs.

"...No… not yet…" she begged.

Chase trailed kisses against her jawline.

"…Yes…" he murmured.

"You know that I can't have more than one—" she began desperately.

"You will tonight," he assured her.

Sophie arched back as Chase touch became more insistent. He watched her face intently as she got closer, knowing from the way her eyes fluttered closed and as her lips parted that she was about to tip over the edge.

She cried out his name as her entire body tensed up, her orgasm overtaking her.

As the waves of pleasure crashed over her, Chase's cock throbbed in his pants, begging for release.

After her first orgasm, Sophie lay on the bed, still wearing her stockings, heels and panties, trying to catch her breath, her eyes closed. Chase shrugged out of his pants and boxers and grabbed a condom out of the drawer.

As she felt his movements on the bed next to her, she lazily opened her eyes and smiled.

"...So can I take these off now?" Sophie joked with an exhale, referring to her stockings and heels.

After sheathing himself in the condom, he peeled her panties off past her hips, thighs, legs and feet. He lowered himself down onto her.

She wrapped her legs around his back, pulling him closer as he entered her.

He groaned loudly and she shuddered as he filled her up and began to thrust, her sweet, tight, and wet core enveloping him.

"No way," he told her, grabbing her wrists once more and holding her down.

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After making love, Chase held her close to him underneath his blanket.

She stroked his bare chest lightly with her fingertips as he took one of her wrists in his hand.

He then noticed little red dots on her skin on the inside of her wrist.

"Oh damn," Chase said regrettably as he examined her wrist further.

"What?" Sophie asked, lifting her head slightly.

"Look what I did to you," Chase said, showing her the broken capillaries that had formed on the inside of her wrist from holding her down on the bed.

Sophie smiled with closed lips. "It's ok," she said.

Chase placed the inside of her wrist against his lips and kissed her skin there very delicately.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked softly.

"Not at all," she assured him.

Chase smiled weakly at her as she kissed him gently. She then settled back down on his chest and shifted her leg to avoid making contact with his ankle.

"Are you comfortable?" Sophie whispered to him.

"Mmmm…" Chase nodded blissfully, closing his eyes.

Sophie smiled happily. "I can't believe I had two orgasms," she said.

"I'm a man of my word," he said in a low voice, his face morphing into a grin.

Sophie giggled and kissed his chest.

"Stay another day," he murmured, gathering her closer to him.

Sophie rested her chin on his chest and looked up at him forlornly.

"You know I can't," she said sadly.

"I'm a doctor. I'll write you a note," Chase said, brushing a stray lock of hair out of her eyes.

Sophie chuckled slightly. "I wish it was that easy," she said sincerely.

Chase captured her lips in a sweet, gentle kiss as he rolled over onto his side. She rolled away from him as they fell into their usual 'spooning' position after making love, the front of his body pressed against the back of hers. He wrapped his arm around her as she nestled into his embrace.

As they shared a wonderful silence together, Sophie's mind drifted back to the conversation that she and House had earlier that day at Cuddy's party.

She had assumed Chase was becoming addicted to Vicodin after taking only nine pills.

And House had quickly shot her down, humiliating her in the process.

She hadn't yet told Chase about their conversation, but as the day had continued, she had felt awful about it.

"…Robbie…" Sophie began tentatively, still facing away from him.

"Hmmm…" Chase said, tracing the curve of her upper arm with his fingertip.

"I have to tell you something—" Sophie said.

"Ok," he said.

Sophie turned around to face him, pulling the blanket up over her breasts as she did so, looking away from his gaze, too ashamed to meet his eyes with her own.

She exhaled, preparing herself for his reaction for what she was about to reveal to him.

"…While you were on the phone with Allison in Cuddy's kitchen… I was talking to Jimmy and House in the other room—" she began.

"I know. I heard the whole conversation," Chase told her.

Sophie looked up at him in complete shock.

"You DID?" she exclaimed.

Chase's expression was completely serene as he smiled softly at her.

"It's ok," he told her.

"Oh god…" Sophie said in embarassment, turning away from him once more.

But he pulled her gently by her shoulder to make her face him. He touched her chin to have her meet his gaze.

"I know that you meant well," he assured her. "You were just worried about me."

"But there was no reason for me to be worried," she argued softly.

"But you didn't know that," he told her.

Sophie let out a breath that she had apparently been holding in and lay flat on her back, staring at the ceiling.

"House thinks I'm an idiot," she said flatly.

"I know. I heard that part, too," he told her.

"Great," she muttered sarcastically.

Chase propped himself up on his elbow and smirked slightly at her.

"He's like that with everyone. You know that. You can't let him get to you," he told her.

"Even if he's right?" she asked him.

"About what?" he asked.

"That I'm gonna be a lousy doctor," she mumbled.

At this, Chase touched her face again, forcing her to look at him once more.

"No you're NOT," he stated emphatically.

"Robbie, I study all the time… I do well in all my classes… I'm excellent on Q&A on rounds…" she began in exasperation.

"Yeah, it sounds like you're really gonna suck at this," he joked.

"I will if I immediately assume you're becoming a junkie instead of possibly considering that you might actually need more than twelve pills for a grade II ankle sprain," she countered.

"You think every doctor gets every diagnosis right and all treat patients the same way?" Chase asked her pointedly.

"…No," she replied.

Chase kept his gaze on her, making sure that she understood what he was about to tell her.

"You're gonna make mistakes," he told her evenly and somberly.

Something about Chase's tone of voice and the look in his eyes told her that he was speaking from experience.

But she didn't press him.

"And some doctors are more conservative than others," he continued.

Sophie nodded in agreement.

"And I'm not gonna take the Vicodin that Cameron sent me," he added.

Sophie shook her head vehemently.

"Honey, if you need them, you should take them. I had no right to stop you—" she began.

"But I DON'T need them," he said with a smile. "The Motrin's doing the job."

Sophie smiled with relief as she nestled back down onto his chest. He pulled her closer and kissed her forehead.

"And I don't want you worrying about me when you go back to school, ok?" he said.

"You know I will no matter what you say, right?" Sophie asked him.

A soft chuckle escaped Chase's lips, his heart swelling with happiness.

"Yeah, I know," he said with a smile.

TBC...