Hello everyone!
I hope you are all doing well :)
Chapter 10 is finally here for you to read. Thank you all for reading this story and big thanks to everyone who took the time to review and tell me what they think :)
So, the story progresses and I have to apologize for sending Cameron away yet again... Don't get too upset I promise I'll fix things but it is going to take some
more time. You are going to have to trust and I'll fix this in the next chapters ;)
I hope you will enjoy reading this chapter too.
Thanks for reading!
Disclaimer: I don't own House M.D. and the lyrics are from the song Don't walk away by Bethany Joy Lenz...
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I could never leave you
Even you if you asked me to
I could never say goodbye
And make you cry
I could never stumble
With you walkin by my side
I could never love you
More than I already do
So don't walk away
Don't walk away
Don't lie, tell me that youre gonna stay
Please don't walk away
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You really don't know how the week passed by so quickly. You don't want to leave, you want to stay here with him, you want to fall asleep and wake up in his arms… but unfortunately you have to go. The worst part is that you don't know when you are going to see him again.
Your clothes are all strewn on his bed and you try to put them all back into your suitcase. Hector watches you closely from his spot on the floor as you fold your blouse and place it into the suitcase.
Greg is going to come back from the hospital in about an hour so you want to have everything packed by the time he returns. Your plane is leaving tomorrow, early in the morning and you want to spend the time you have left being with him and not packing.
You plan on spending the whole day and night with him and then you are going to drive to the airport yourself. You know that if he is there you won't be able to get on that plane and leave him back. You don't even know how you are going to say goodbye to him how are you going to leave?
This situation is starting to get a toll on you and you don't know how to react. The only thing you are sure about is that you can't lose him. You can't afford to lose him. You are trying to convince yourself that being with him for a few days every few months is enough for you, that you don't want more from him, that you don't want the whole package. But no matter how hard you try you can't do it…
You have lost count of how many times you caught yourself just in time before uttering those three little words that would have him running out of the house. But you can't help yourself. Every time you see him smiling, every time you make love, every time he looks at you with that soft look you want to tell him that you love him more than anything in this world. And every time you stop yourself just in time. You are pathetic… and desperately in love with him…
You hate yourself for falling for him once again but from the moment his lips touched yours you were a goner. There was nothing you could do to prevent it. You are almost certain that this will lead to heartbreak so you try to enjoy it for as long as it lasts.
When you see how he acts around you, though, you can't help but hope that this could lead to something more. And then you scold yourself for even thinking that something good will come out of this. But if this will definitely lead to heartbreak then why do you feel like you are the happiest woman on earth when you are with him?
You let out a frustrated sigh. No matter how many hours you spend thinking about your situation you can't find a solution.
Hector's bark catches your attention and you turn to look at him.
"Don't look at me like that." You tell him and he tilts his head making you smile.
You place the last blouse in your suitcase, you close it and then you take a sit on the bed. Hector walks to you and he rests his head on your knee. Sometimes you swear he knows exactly how you feel and what you need. Your fingers lace through his fur and he stays there unmoving, enjoying the attention he gets.
"We are going back home tomorrow…" you tell him.
Home. Why doesn't it feel like home anymore? You feel like you are at home only when you are with Greg.
You ruffle his fur and you get up.
"Come on, let's go make something to eat." You say and he follows you out of the room.
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You are sitting on the couch, your laptop switched on, when Greg returns from the hospital. He walks towards you and he leans down in order to see what you are doing.
"Who is that?" he asks when he sees your new wallpaper.
"My niece." You announce with a smile.
"Huh… she looks like you." He comments and he sits down beside you.
"She looks like my brother. My brother looks like me." You state with a smirk and he is tempted to roll his eyes but something destructs him.
"Did you cook?" he asks looking towards the kitchen.
"Yeap." You answer and you smile when you notice his expression.
"Is that cake I smell?" he asks and you laugh at his childlike enthusiasm.
"Only if you promise to eat your vegetables." You reply and he pouts.
"But mommy, I've been a very good boy!" he whines.
"You poor baby." You coo and you place a quick kiss on his lips. "I'm going to bring dinner." You announce and place your laptop on the coffee table.
When you return with your plates you see him with your laptop. He is looking at some photos of you and your family that you took on your mother's birthday. Is that a smile you see?
"Hey, food is here. What are you doing?" you ask him as you set the plates on the table.
"Hacking your laptop." He states matter of factly.
"Let's eat and you hack it later." You tell him and he happily complies.
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He forgets all about hacking your laptop after you eat. Instead of that he takes his time making love to you, right there on the couch. After you both climax in each other's arms you lay on the couch together.
His sits with his back against the armrest and your back is against his chest. Your head rest on his shoulder and his arms are wrapped protectively around your body. The blanket is draped over your bodies and he has pulled his t-shirt over your head.
"We have cake…" you whisper and he kisses your temple.
"I know, I'm just trying to destruct you so that I can eat it all by myself." He says and he bites your earlobe gently.
"Not gonna happen." You reply and he smirks.
He reaches out and he takes your laptop and rests it on your thighs.
"Sooo, who are all these people?" he asks, showing you a photo he was looking earlier of you and your family.
"Wait, don't say anything yet! I'll guess!" he stops you before you can say anything.
"That's obviously your mom, you look like her. And I think this is your dad, you have his eyes. That one is definitely your brother. Well, that's your niece, you told me earlier. That's your new nephew. And is this your sister?" he asks and you nod.
"You got everything right, I'm impressed." You say with a smile and he grins goofily.
"Who are the others though?" he asks pointing at the other people at the same picture.
"Well, that's my sister-in-law and that one over there is my sister's boyfriend. And that one over there is my brother's best friend."
"Who obviously wants you in his bed." He states matter of factly and you roll your eyes.
"You realized that from a photo?" you ask running your hands up and down his thighs.
"Yeap, I am that good." He answers with a wink and you laugh lightly.
"Which one did you like most?" you ask him.
He scrolls down and then he opens one photo where it's you with your niece and nephew. You are lying on the couch, sleeping, with a red blanket draped over you. Your nephew is sprawled on your chest and one of your arms is wrapped protectively around his small body. Your niece is lying on her side with her back against your side and your arm holding her securely against you. You smile…
"Yeah, that's my favorite too." You admit.
He lets out a sigh and he tightens his embrace around your body.
"Do you have to leave?" he asks in a whisper.
You lean back so that your head is resting against his shoulder and you nod. You don't trust your voice right now.
"Does the mutt have to leave too? I have fun throwing toys at him." He jokes, trying to lighten the mood.
"Yeah, he is coming with."
"Does that mean I'm stuck with Wilson again? Come on, let's do a trade! I keep the mutt and you take Wilson, how does that sound?" he asks and he makes you laugh.
"What else are you willing to give me?" you ask seductively and he grins.
"Well, there is only one thing in my mind really…" he murmurs against your ear before catching your earlobe between his teeth.
You turn around in his embrace, carefully not to jar his thigh, and you capture his lips with yours. His hands slip under the t-shirt you are wearing, they slide up your sides and he pulls the t-shirt over your head. He scoots closer to you and he helps you straddle his hips.
Your lips return on his and his arms find their way around your waist, holding you close to him. Your fingers lace through his hair, caressing his scalp and you hear him moan against your lips as you grind your hips against his.
His hands rest on your hips and you pull back breathing heavily. Your hand travels between your bodies and you grasp his erection firmly making him groan. Your hand moves up and down applying just the right amount of pressure and he buries his head in the crook of your neck. His hand covers yours, stopping your movements and you know you tortured him enough.
You claim his lips and you guide him slowly inside you, taking him in inch by inch. You moan as he fills you to the brink. You feel his hands leaving your hips and they glide up and down your back. Your lips are on his again and you start moving on top of him. He moves his hips in time with yours, hitting that spot that makes you shiver every time.
His hands roam all over your body, his lips are everywhere and soon he's got you writhing in pleasure.
"I don't want this to end…" you breathe out, never seizing your movements.
"Kind of hard when you are already so close." He mumbles and he thrusts harder making you cry out.
"You know what I mean…" you say and he buries his head in the crook of your neck once again. You feel him nod and you close your eyes.
He pulls back and he kisses you with everything he has to give. You hold him close to you, afraid that if you let him go he'll disappear. You increase the pace and he moans loudly. You start to clench around him and he throws his head back.
"Fuck, Allison…" he growls and you are a goner.
You crash your lips on his as you climax and you feel him jerk against you and he comes inside you a few moments later. You fall against him, too breathless to talk or even move away from him.
He hugs you; his palms flat on your sweaty back and his lips leave open mouthed kisses on your neck.
"It won't end…" he whispers and if you weren't so close to him you wouldn't have heard him.
You let out a breath slowly and you rest your head against his shoulders. You are exactly where you want to be; in his embrace, entwined with him in every possible way. You never want to leave, you can't leave. But you have to…
"Will you stop thinking?" he asks and you pull away to look at him.
"I know that you are thinking that you have to leave tomorrow. So stop it. We still have some hours before you leave and I don't want to spend them on thinking of how things will be without you." He states seriously and you give him a smile and a nod.
"Good! Now let's go eat that cake. And then you have to sex me up good because I don't fancy Wilson that way." He says and you laugh.
"That's good news." You reply and he smirks.
"For you. What about my gay fans?" he asks feigning exasperation and you laugh.
"Get up, I want cake woman!" he exclaims.
You swat his arm playfully and you unwillingly get up and put your t-shirt and pajama pants on.
"Your panties are on the lamp." He says casually as he pulls his t-shirt over his head.
"Thanks for the info." You say sarcastically when he makes no move to give them to you.
That night, after you make love 'til you are both thoroughly exhausted, you fall asleep in each other's arms.
And your last thought before falling into an easy slumber is what it would be like if this was your life and not just a few days every month…