A/N: Sorry it's a bit late. Had a very busy day today, which included quitting my job and getting a new one. Life is getting back to normal again. Enjoy the chapter with some naughty bits, and remember, reviews are love! ;)

Chapter Eleven

"I'm starving," Ella said once they were in the car.

"We can stop and grab something on the way," House said as he buckled up and started the car. It was cold, and it took longer than usual for the heater to warm up.

"Cool. I want a burger. And fries."

"Sure."

After stopping at McDonalds to get food, they decided to bring it back to her place and eat it there.

"Brrr, it's freezing in here," Ella shivered as she let them into her apartment.

"Forgot to pay your heating bill?"

"No, I usually have a fire going to keep the heating costs down. I'll get a new fire started. The Scotch is in the kitchen above the stove. Help yourself."

"Want one?"

"Just a little. I've had plenty."

While House fixed their drinks, Ella started the fire and came into the kitchen. "I'm just going to change." Then she turned around. "Unzip me?"

He reached for the zipper and very slowly pulled it down the full length of her back. He noticed she wasn't wearing a bra but she had lacy black underwear on. Her skin was smooth and creamy and he longed to touch her. Since she didn't make any effort to move, he made his move and very gently let his fingers glide down her spine. Her skin was just as smooth as he imagined.

He felt her shiver and hoped that it was a good kind of shiver, and then he heard a soft sigh. Ella turned around and placed a hand on his shoulder for balance as she reached down and took off one shoe, and then another, showing off very shiny black four inch heeled hooker type pumps. His mouth went dry as she smiled coyly up at him. "You look hot in your tux, House," she said as she kept her hands on his shoulders. Her dress was just barely covering her breasts and he just stared at her in wonder.

Figuring now was as good a time as any, she reached up, House lowered his head and they kissed softly. Ella smiled and pulled him closer for another as his arms wrapped tightly around her. At first, she just enjoyed the feel of his soft lips against hers, but soon, that wasn't enough. She opened her mouth under his and allowed his tongue to sweep against hers as the kiss ignited. Food and drinks forgotten, she tugged on the bowtie that had been hanging around his neck for the past hour and began walking backwards toward her bed.

"What are you doing?" he asked as he allowed her to lead him across the room.

"Something I've wanted to do since I saw you in this tux," she said.

"I thought you were hungry," he smirked as she pulled off his tie and tossed it over her shoulder.

"I am...but not for burgers and fries just now."

"Hmm...sounds ominous…"

"No more talking," she said and gave him a slight shove so he fell back onto her bed.

"Looks like you're the boss tonight," he said as he let her unbutton his shirt.

"It's the dress," she smirked as she stepped out of it to reveal bare breasts and black G-string lace panties. "It makes me feel empowered."

"It was money well spent, then," House said as he gently caressed her breasts, watching her reactions as he did so. His touches were very gentle and it was maddening. Ella was used to being manhandled, groped and used for Alec's pleasure, and to hell if she got off or not. Mostly not. She placed her hands over his and guided them to where she knew he wanted to go, but he wasn't having it. If she was willing to let him screw her, he was going to make it count.

She growled in frustration when he brushed her hands away but House merely chuckled. "Impatient, are we?" he teased.

"No, just giving you what you want."

"How do you know what I want?" he asked.

"It's what all guys want."

"You think you've got men all figured out?

Ella looked confused. "You don't want this?"

"I'm all for that, but I'm not into the wham, bam thank you Ma'am deal. So relax and just go with it."

Ella wasn't sure what to do next. Her sex life revolved around being accessible to Alec whenever he wanted and for her to give him pleasure. Wasn't that how it was supposed to be?

"Stop overthinking," House said as he continued to touch and explore her body. His hands were smooth and soft, with long thin fingers that she had no doubt could play her as well as he played his piano.

Once she had his shirt off, she began kissing a path down his chest and then pushed him onto his back so she could unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. His cock sprang to attention once she released it from the confines of his boxers and she took it firmly in her hand. He groaned loudly and propped himself up so he could watch her take him into her mouth. Her mouth was so warm and wet that he almost lost it right then and there.

"Jesus…"

The sight of her down on her knees with his cock in her mouth was more than he could stand and he closed his eyes and tried to focus. His hand reached out and buried his fingers in her short hair. "Ella...oh God…"

She was entirely too good at what she was doing and he couldn't find the words to tell her if she didn't stop, the night would be over before it even started. He started bucking his hips uncontrollably until he couldn't resist anymore, he hit his climax and emitted a groan loud enough to wake the dead.

Ella took every last drop, then climbed onto the bed, watching him with amused interest.

"That was...unexpected," he panted.

"I didn't hear you complaining."

"Nope...no complaints here."

"I'll be right back." She got up and padded over to the kitchen. Five minutes later, she returned with the food they picked up, reheated in the microwave. "I'm hungry."

"I'll bet."

They sat on her bed and ate. House's cell rang a few times, but since it was Wilson, he let it go to voicemail. However, after the third call, he figured he should call back and find out what he wanted once Ella was in the bathroom.

"I'm trying to score, what do you want?"

"There was a cop here looking for Martin. He got there just after you two left. He had a woman with him who claimed to be a friend."

"Who?"

"Umm..Detective something...Marino. From Colorado Springs."

"What did he want?"

"He didn't say, but I told him to come back on Monday."

"You didn't give him her address did you?" House asked.

"No, I told him he needed a warrant. House, what's going on? Is she in some kind of trouble?"

"No, it's fine. Thanks for the heads up."

"Everything okay?" Ella inquired as she emerged from the bathroom wearing a black silk kimono.

"Yeah," House lied as he tossed his phone aside. "Just Wilson being the usual drama queen that he is."

"What did he want?"

"To know if I got lucky yet."

Ella smirked. "And what did you tell him?"

House smirked back. "That the night is young."

She smiled and gently stroked his face. "Oh, House...what am I going to do with you?"

He grinned wider. "I think you've already done it."

Ella laughed and playfully smacked his chest. "I didn't mean that! Perv."

He grabbed her hand before she could hit him again and kissed the inside of her wrist. "I don't know about you, but I'm not into the rough stuff."

"No?"

"No. Why, are you?"

Ella shook her head no. "Sex with Alec was...just sex. I've never…" she let her words trail off and looked away, blushing slightly..

House was amused. "You've never what?" he prompted.

"Nothing."

"No, no, you can't say something like that and then drop it."

Ella rolled her eyes. "Right. I forgot who I was talking to."

"You obviously want to talk about it or you wouldn't have said anything."

"I don't even know why I'm talking to you about this."

"Sometimes it's good to do that. Get it out. It can eat at you and cause all sorts of shit."

"Yeah I get that, it's just… I don't know where to start. All I know is that I can't let him find me. Because then my next stop won't be a divorce lawyer, it'll be the county morgue."

House thought back to Wilson's phone call but said nothing. "Don't you have someone else in his department you could trust to help you?"

"He's got them all in his pocket. Well...maybe except for Marino."

House played dumb. "Who's that?"

"One of his detectives. I used to work with his wife in the clinic. He's a decent guy. I suppose if I was going to trust anyone, it would be him but I don't trust Alec not to have the phones in the department tapped or bugged or something."

"Wow. And I thought I was a control freak," House said.

"Oh, you are," Ella said, and then giggled at his hurt expression. "It's not a bad thing, you know. At least your method helps you save lives. Alec's a control freak because he's on a power trip."

"Couldn't you have gotten a restraining order?"

"Against my cop husband? They would have laughed me out of the building."

"Even another cop shop?" House asked.

"Yep. They all know Alec. Nobody wants to mess with him."

"Jesus…."

"Yeah, well, so now you know. If you don't want to be involved with me, I'd completely understand. I wouldn't want to get mixed up with me, either."

"Don't talk stupid. I think it's kinda hot. Protecting the damsel in distress who's on the lam from her abusive husband." It was true. There was something about Ella that made House want to wrap his arms around her and keep her safe from everything.

The doubtful look on Ella's face told him that she wasn't buying it. He couldn't blame her. He wasn't anyone's idea of a knight in shining armor.

"Look, you're safe here, and you're safe at the hospital," he assured her.

"You don't know Alec. If he's going to get me, he's going to get me. He has the means to do whatever he wants."

"He'll have to get past me first," House said as he wrapped his arm securely around her and she curled up against him. They sat in silence for awhile, sipping their Scotch.

"You know what I could really use right now?" she murmured.

"What?"

"A nice, soothing spliff."

House almost choked on his last sip. "You mean a joint?"

"Yeah."

"You smoke?"

"Every once in awhile, Alec would bring his work home with him when he worked in narcotics. He would help himself to the stashes that were brought in. He never let me have any, of course, but I knew where he hid it, and I'd occasionally partake. Sometimes booze just isn't enough, ya know?"

House nodded. "I'll see what I can do for next time. Wilson's pretty good at rolling them. Oncologists know where to get the good stuff."

"Cool."

He put his glass on the side table and turned to face her. "In the meantime…"

Ella cocked her head to one side as he moved closer.

"What're you doing?"

"I thought we'd finish what we started." He kissed one cheek, then the other, then the tip of her nose before finally ending up at her mouth.

She could taste the Scotch and while part of her didn't want to start anything with him, his lips were very persuasive. Her arms went around his neck and she pulled him closer.

"You looked beautiful tonight," he whispered in her ear. "Every man in the place was looking at you, and the women were jealous of you."

"Yeah right," she laughed.

"I'm serious. I don't think you realize how hot you are."

Ella didn't know what to believe, but the way he was kissing her neck and stroking her leg, made her stop caring.

"You're pretty hot yourself," she whispered as she rolled her head back to give him better access to her neck. He had shaved a little, but the scruff he did have still tickled the sensitive spot behind her ear and she literally purred as she stretched luxuriously. "God, why am I so tired all of a sudden?"

"Must be the scotch."

"Yeah," she said as she yawned. "I could fall asleep like this."

"Want me to go?"

"No," she said as she wrapped her arm across his chest. "Stay. It's okay."

House was really tired as well, and sleep seemed like a good idea. "Now you can tell people you slept with me."

"They probably already assume that, seeing as how we left the party together."

Ella giggled as she got up and went to change into a short sleeved sleep shirt. House put his boxers back on and was lying in bed when she returned. "G'night, House. I'll make us breakfast in the morning."

"Sweet," he murmured as he closed his eyes and eventually drifted off to sleep.