A/N: Sorry for the delay. I'm having a hard time finishing this story for whatever reason, but I'm working on it. NaNoWriMo starts in a couple weeks and I'll be doing that so I'm trying to get this done. I don't like leaving fics unfinished. It might not have the ending I initially thought up, or it might end with a little less flair than I'd like but it will end. I promise. So here we go.

Chapter Ten

Gaby slowly awoke when the sun beamed through the windows and she stretched luxuriously. Her whole body felt alive and she knew she had a ridiculous smile on her face but she didn't care. The reason for that smile was sound asleep in bed next to her, or rather, she thought he was asleep. When he opened his eyes and looked at her, they seemed bluer than ever and she felt a shudder go through her.

"Morning," she said.

"Is it? Already?"

"'Fraid so. Are you hungry?"

"Yeah. Is there room service?"

"Of course."

He watched her get up and walk naked out f the room and he was still smiling when she returned. She stopped in the doorway when she saw him smiling. "What?"

"C'mere," he said as he pulled the covers back for her. As soon as she climbed into bed he was on her, his mouth crashed against hers and his hands immediately went to just the right spots that made her gasp in surprise.

"I thought...you were hungry," she murmured against his mouth as his fingers slid downward and she gasped once again.

"I am," he leered at her before he began kissing his way down her body until he was under the covers.

"Greg? What're you...doing..." she groaned as she fell back against the pillows and gripped the sheets. Her back arched when his mouth reached its intended destination. "Oh!" she gasped again when his thumb grazed her clit and his tongue replaced his fingers. She was panting and rambling incoherently as she writhed under his ministrations. It all felt so good and she could no longer tell the difference between his tongue or his fingers as he pleasured her to the point of no return. It was so overwhelming and intense that she felt her body gearing up for the ultimate release.

"Oh my God...Greg...so...so close..."

"Just let go," she heard him murmur under the sheet.

But it wasn't enough for her. She needed him. She needed to feel him now. Her hands reached down and tugged on his hair, bringing him out from under the covers. He seemed to understand what she wanted when she looked down at him and he intended to give it to her. He kissed his way back up her body and took a nipple into his warm mouth.

Gaby gasped once again and hooked one leg around his hip so she could rub her core against him.

"Greg...please..."

"Please what?" he teased as he leisurely switched to the other breast and tugged at her nipple with his teeth.

He was driving her completely mad and she groaned in frustration.

"Say it...tell me what you want."

Nobody had ever asked her to do that before. Dirty talk was not something she was familiar or comfortable with and she found herself becoming even more frustrated. "I...I can't..."

"Yes you can," he whispered, placing kisses on her throat. "Just say it. Tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it."

"You know..." she breathed.

But he wasn't letting her off that easy. "No, I don't."

She reached down and gripped him in her hand and he groaned. "I want you..."

"Go on..." he urged, just barely able to hang on or form any coherent thought with the way she was stroking him. "What do you want me to do to you, Gaby?"

"Unghh...Greg, make love to me. Please. I need to feel you..."

House grinned and smiled down at her. "Was that so hard?" he asked as he immediately moved up and slid into her.

"Yes..." she almost laughed but as soon as he took her, she closed her eyes and just gave into him. "Oh..Greg," she sighed as her arms came up around him and she held him close to her.

They moved together in a slow rhythm at first but they were both past the point of no return and their movements became fast and frantic until they came together in a mutual release that left them sweaty and laughing like a couple of horny teenagers.

"Oh my God..." she groaned. "I'm not going to be able to move."

"I guess we'll just have to stay in bed all day then," House chuckled as he rolled off of her and gathered her up in his arms, kissing her neck and her shoulder.

"Mmm I could get down with that. Paris will still be here tomorrow."

"And so will we. Now, where did you put that room service menu?"

XXX

House's cell phone rang while he and Gaby were eating breakfast and he debated answering it, but something deep down told him he should answer.

"House...where are you?" Wilson's voice sounded urgent and immediately set off alarm bells in House's mind.

"Umm why?"

"Are you still in Venice?"

"No."

There was an audible sigh of relief. "Okay good."

"What's up?"

"Someone called here the other day looking for you. Didn't give his name but he was asking all kinds of invasive questions. And the number he called from was international. Italy, specifically."

"Interesting."

"I suggest packing up and moving on ASAP."

"Probably not a bad idea. Keep me posted." House flipped his phone closed and continued eating as if nothing had happened, while Gaby stared at him.

"Was that James?"

"No, Foreman. Needed a consult."

"That's all?"
"Yep."

She sat back and watched him for a few minutes. "You're lying."

House swallowed his last bite and looked at her. "What are you talking about?"

"I know it was James. I recognized the ring tone. Something's going on and yet you don't want to tell me. Why?"

"It's not important."

"It must be if you feel you had to lie and say it was Foreman."

House merely shrugged and took a sip of coffee, which had now turned cold.

"Fine. Whatever," she said as she got up and stormed into the bedroom, slamming the door closed behind her. He put the food tray out into the hallway and then followed her. She wasn't in the bedroom but he could hear the shower running so he removed his robe and entered the large marble bathroom. She couldn't see him for all the steam until he stepped into the shower.

"House!"

"Oh, so now it's House, is it? You must be really pissed," he chuckled.

"I am!"

"Why?"

"Because you lied to me! And then when I called you out on it you still wouldn't tell me why you lied. I thought I could trust you. I told you everything. I bared my soul to you and you basically stepped all over it and threw it back at me."

"Gaby," he sighed as he sat down on the built in seat and tried to pull her into his arms but she wouldn't let him.

"Don't try to sweet-talk your way out of this..."

"I wasn't. What I have in mind requires very little talking," he grinned as he reached for her again and this time managed to pull her down onto his good leg. He started placing kisses all over her hot, wet skin and she purred in spite of herself and her head fell back, giving him access to her neck. "Forgive me yet?" he murmured between kisses.

"No."

His hand slipped down and he strummed her with his thumb, causing her to gasp and grip his shoulders.

"What about now?"

"You're not playing fair," she moaned as she spread her legs wider.

"I'm not the one having a tantrum," he pointed out. Then his lips crashed against hers and forced her mouth open, their tongues fighting for dominance. His fingers continued to slip inside of her until she was a quivering mess in his lap. Her breath was ragged as she slumped against his chest, and he sat like that with her until the water started to cool down

.. He reached up to shut off the tap and patted her back. "Come on, back to bed. We'll talk. And then we'll decide where the next destination is."

"I've been thinking about that," she said as they dried off.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. And honestly, I'm tired of running. Although I wouldn't mind having more time with you...like this," she said, gesturing between them. "But clearly he's looking for us and he's not going to stop. So we pull a fast one and do something he probably won't expect."

"Like going back to the states."

She smiled. "Exactly."

"Are you going to stay...in Princeton?" he asked, a little afraid to hear the answer.

Gaby put her robe back on and handed him his. "That depends."

"On what?"

"On you. Do you want me to stay in Princeton?"

He followed her into the bedroom and watched her open her suitcase while she decided on what to wear.

When she looked at him, he felt a sense of calm and he relaxed. "I want you to stay with me, in Princeton."

Her face lit up and she walked over to him, wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled. "Really?"

"Really."

She enveloped him in a hug and kissed his cheek. "You make me very happy, Greg."

He smiled at her, feeling like a total sap, but he didn't care. "Good. Remember that feeling for next time you're pissed off at me."

XXX

As House and Gaby strolled along the Seine, his phone rang again, this time it was Cuddy. "House, where are you?"

"If I told you where I was, it wouldn't be a vacation. Now what do you want?"

"There's going to be a huge medical conference and they want you to speak."

"No."

"House, you're under contract to..."

"Still no."

"You're doing it."

"When is it?"

"Next week. In LA."

He glanced at Gaby who was leaning against the railing watching the other people. "I'll get back to you. Kinda busy right now." He flipped his phone shut and joined her.

"Who was that?"

"Cuddy. She wants me to do a medical conference. In LA."

"Really? Are you?"

"I don't want to, but I'm bound under contract to give the occasional speech."

"Well, if you do it, I'm going with you."

House glanced over at her. "Why?"

Her smile was small at first and then grew bigger. "I'm gonna be bait for Lucas. Why else?"