Hell Week

Author: Prospero Hibiki

Disclaimer: See first chapter

Rating: M (Because it makes things even funnier)

Author's Comments: As I write this chapter I'm going to tell everyone upfront. I have absolutely no freaking clue how this chapter is going to go. I'm waiting to read it just as much as you are. I just get to do it first. I'm so hopped up on caffeine at the moment that I opened the file and started to read it wanting to know what came next before I realized I had to write it. Here's hoping.

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"Conversations Long Overdue"

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"The real art of conversation is not only to say the right thing at the right place but to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment." - Dorothy Nevill

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In almost every romance story there's this gigantic explosion of passion when the two main characters get together for the first time. It's amazing and more perfect than any other sexual experience either had ever had. The earth moves. Angels sing. All is right with the world and nothing can get any better than it is right at that moment.

I'm calling bullshit.

Sex is awkward the first time with a new partner. You're there in the heat of the moment and you're struggling to rip each other's clothes off. Hands keep getting in the way of other hands. One of you trips over a dropped cane, and you both fall head first onto the couch. Not completely bad because you were probably headed there anyway but not all that good either. You totally forget yourself and put your weight on his bad leg and he almost kicks you off before you can get off of it. You're both getting into it again and he all of a sudden has to have the conversation about birth control. And the real topper comes when you're just about to go on the ride of your life. Someone knocks on the door. Happens to everyone the first time right?

"God damn it! What does a woman have to do to get some amazing sex around here?!"

Climbing off House I don't even look at him before I grab my pants and his shirt pulling them on but not buttoning either. Screw everything else. I'm intending to get rid of whoever this is and then drag House into my room that not leaving until we're both too tired to move. This is the new plan. Heaven help anyone who gets in the way of the new plan.

"What do you want?!" I'm fairly certain I just scared the crap out of the guy at the door. I grab the fruit basket out of his hands and demand a permanent marker. I'm mildly impressed when he has one in his pocket, but I don't let him know that. Then right in front of him I pull out and write "OR ELSE" on the bottom of the do not disturb sign and hang it up. I then slam the door in his face.

I keep the sharpie.

Walking towards House I'm glad he wasn't visible from the doorway. Once he's in sight I slowly pull off the clothes I'm almost wearing. Reaching out a hand I pull him to his feet. He opens his mouth to say something, but I cut him off before he can get started.

"No. Right now we're going to go into that bedroom right there. We're going to have the absolute best sex of our lives since we've apparently gotten all possible awkwardness out of the way already. You are going to rock my world. After the second round we're going to have a long talk about where we go from there. However that talk goes we're going to have a round three. And if you can somehow manage it a round four before we have to leave for the conference tomorrow morning."

I pause for a moment to take a really deep breath and close my eyes. It's as if all the confidence I had from the adrenaline going through my system has just evaporated. "If you object to any part of that plan you'd better tell me right now. This is the new plan. I've got nothing else. If you back out on me now you'll probably break me." It's all I can do to hold back a quiet sob. "Even if you can't feel anything for me, can you at least give me this?"

The silence is too long. He's disgusted. He's angry. He's already fled out the door.

I feel a soft kiss on my forehead. "Make sure you leave a wake up time with the front desk. I expect we'll be very worn out by morning."

Hell yes!

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Wow. I totally didn't expect that. I think my brain just exploded.

Maybe those stories have a point after all. Two rounds of fabulous sex later with a short nap in between and I'm lying on my stomach next to House with only the sheet still over us. The only time one of us has left the bed so far was when I called down to have our laundry sent up with some room service after our nap. I apologized to the people at the front desk for my earlier rudeness. They seemed very understanding. I also asked them to divert any non-emergency calls as both of us were quite tired after our flights. I swear I heard the operator chuckling over the phone. The food was good. And kind of led right into round two. Mmmmmm. Grapes.

"So I suppose this is the part where we discuss what we're going to do?"

He wants to talk now?! I'm having trouble maintaining a consistent train of thought and he wants to talk? I don't know if I'm more shocked that he's able to talk right now or that he's the one who's actually bringing it up. Well it was good while it lasted.

"I guess that's really up to you. I think I've made myself pretty clear on how I feel about you." Looking at him I make sure I have eye contact.

"Yeah." And because it is House he can't leave it at that alone. "I think most of the hospital knows how you feel. The ones who don't are in the coma ward."

Maybe I'll just no show up at work again. I can do the differentials over webcam right? "So the real questions are if you are alright with that and if could find yourself feeling the same eventually."

"I don't do this whole feelings thing Cameron."

"Allison."

"What?"

"If we're to the point that you've seen every inch of my naked body, I think we're to the point where you can and should call me by my first name." Come on. It's not that hard. Three little syllables. Or Allie. Only two syllables there.

"Fine. Allison." He makes a face at me and I can't help but laugh a little. "But it just sounds so weird to say your name. Does this mean you're going to call me Greg?"

The question actually causes me to stop and think about it. I'd never really considered it. He's always been House in my mind. Even in private I've never really thought of him as Greg. "Greg." He's right. It does sound weird. "I could if you want me to."

"We can always see how things work out. Go with the flow. Try it out when we're having sex."

"Wait you see us having sex?" Enter hope. I see us having sex. I see us having lots of sex. Maybe too much sex. Though I really want to see us having sex on Cuddy's desk. Yes, I can be a vindictive bitch. Sue me.

"Cameron," I glare at him, "Allison, I'm a healthy forty-seven year old man that's just had the best sex he can remember. Of course I can see us having sex. Sex was never the problem. It's the other stuff you want that I don't know if I can deal with."

"Best you can remember?" I'm not smug. Really I'm not. Okay maybe a little smug.

"That's the part of what I said that you're going to focus on?"

"Yeah, it is. Because the fact you're even willing to have this conversation with me means you're at least thinking about that other stuff that I want. Otherwise you'd have flat out refused to discuss it." I smile and roll onto my back. "I'm already halfway in the door. Which means I'm going to win because I'm not going to give up."

"What? No it doesn't mean that at all."

"I'm going to take another short nap before I wake you up in a few hours for round three. Better get some rest old man. You're going to need it."

"It doesn't mean you're going to win!"

"Please Greg. You said my first name just because I glared at you. I'm totally going to win." I roll back over, lay my head on his shoulder, and kiss his cheek. "You're mine now."

"Am not."

He totally is. I don't know for how long but for right now he's mine.

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End "Conversations Long Overdue"

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Chapter Notes: Ha! Just because I'm going where you want doesn't mean I'm not going to fuck with your heads along the way. Fear me for I am hopped up on caffeine and have access to a keyboard! Another short chapter. I'll try to do better. Really I will.