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Chapter Eleven

House pulled up on his motorcycle and took a deep breath as he stood on the doorstep and rang the bell.

Joely answered it and ushered him in. "I didn't think you would come," she said in a hushed tone.

"You talked to her right?"

She bit her lower lip. "Not exactly."

House never wanted to Gibbs-smack anyone more than he did her right that minute. "What does that mean?" he hissed.

"Joely? Who's there?" Kat called out from down the hall. She came around the corner and stopped in her tracks when she saw House and Joely in some kind of hushed discussion. "What the hell is this? Wow! And here I thought you'd at least have the decency to wait until I was out of the house."

House looked her up and down, admiring the view. Her hair was down, and she wore comfy lounge pants and a short T-shirt which showed off her flat stomach. "Oh get over yourself," he snapped at her. "Do you honestly think if I was going to do anything with her I'd be stupid enough to come here and do it?"

Kat had to admit he had a point. Damn him! She folded her arms across her chest and glared at him. "So then what are you doing here?"

House gave Joely a shove forward. "Tell her."

"Tell me what?"

Joely looked from House to Kat and felt like she was about to be punished by her parents.

"I sort of...over exaggerated about what happened."

Kat put her hands on her hips and took a few steps closer. "Go on."

"I guess I just took what he said too personally because I like him. It was never my intention for it to get so out of hand. If I'd known how shitty his bedside manner was, I would've been more insistent on another doctor," Joely glared at House who merely smiled back at her.

He waved his hand with an air of dismissal. "I'll mock you later. Kat and I are going to talk now," he said as he glared at Kat, "without any face slapping."

Kat covered her mouth with her hand and coughed to cover up a laugh as Joely looked at her in question. "You can have the night off, Joely. I'll see you in the morning."

"Of course, Kat. Have a good night, you two," she grinned, but the smile quickly faded at the glare House was giving her, and she left them.

"You do realize she must be punished," House said as he took a few steps towards Kat, unsure if she wanted him to even be there.

"I have no doubt that you'll come up with something."

Damn he looks good! she thought to herself as she smiled up at him. He wore his motorcycle jacket and the smell of leather mixed with whatever aftershave he had on made her head swim. His T-shirt was tight against his body and showed off his flat stomach as well. All in all, he looked fantastic.

She reached for his helmet and put it on the table near the door. "Take your jacket off, stay awhile."

He did just that and hung it on the coat rack. Then he took the hand she offered him and let her lead him into the library. "I missed you, Greg," she said as she poured him a drink and sat down next to him.

"I missed you too," he said as he swirled the amber liquid in the tumbler. For a few minutes neither of them spoke and the silence was driving Kat crazy.

"Look, can we just erase all that happened and move on?"

He shrugged. "Fine with me."

"Good. It's been lonely around here."

"Joely lives here," he pointed out as he playfully nudged her.

"Yeah, and an assistant is a poor substitute for a lover," she smiled. "Why don't we go upstairs?"

"Ooo, make-up sex? I'm game," he grinned as he let her pull him from the couch.

"Gotta have it," she replied as they made their way up the stairs to her room.

Once the door was closed, they were in each others arms kissing feverishly as they worked at getting out of their clothes. House's hands gripped her hips and turned her around so her back was against his chest. Her arm came up and wrapped around his neck as he slid his hand over her breast and kissed her neck and shoulder. "Bed. Now."

They stumbled across the room and landed on the bed, laughing as he rolled her to face away from him and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to his body. Then he began his slow exploration of her, sliding his hands everywhere as he kissed the back of her neck, shoulders, and behind her ear, making her literally start purring at his gentle touches.

"Mmm...Greg. That feels so good."

He rubbed her back for a few minutes with his warm hand and then moved it lower, over her hip and down her thigh. She moved her leg back, wrapping it around his and he couldn't help but grin. He knew what she wanted and he gave it to her, sliding his fingers down between her folds to find her wet.

"I missed this," she whispered before he leaned over her and captured her lips. His tongue slid against hers as his fingers slid against her core with the same rhythm. She twitched when he hit a certain spot and gasped.

His erection pressed against her butt cheek and she reached behind to grasp it, making it his turn to hiss. She was as relentless with her grip as he was with his strokes until they both got each other off with a very mutually satisfying orgasm.

"Give me twenty minutes..." he breathed in her ear. "I'm not done with you yet, woman."

"God I hope not!" she laughed when he nuzzled her neck and settled in to take a nap.

Twenty minutes turned into three hours by the time House slowly woke up with pain in his leg. He got up, fished in his jeans pocket for his Vicodin and popped two of them. Once the throbbing turned into a dull ache, he rolled over and began rubbing Kat's back, up and down her spine as she slept.

"Mmm...love you, Greg," she mumbled.

Was she still asleep? He wondered. Part of him hoped she was because he did not know what to say to that. So to find out, he decided to test the waters.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why do you love me?"

She said nothing for a minute, and a bit of relief filled him with the sense that she was asleep and had gone back into a deeper one. But then she spoke. "Because you like me for me, not my money. Or how I made that money."

Then she rolled over onto her back and reached up to caress his scruffy jaw. "You're under no obligation to love me back. But I feel I owe it to you to tell you that. You know me. You know I don't wear my heart on my sleeve. When I fall for a guy it's the real thing. I've had my heart broken a few too many times not to know what it feels like."

"How do you know I won't break your heart too?" he challenged.

She gave him a smile. "You could still, who knows? But if you didn't care about me, or us, you wouldn't have come over tonight."

He had to admit she had him there. What was it about this woman? Why did she have a hold over him that Stacy never had?

"Look, Greg, I know you're not one to talk about feelings, and that's fine. Your coming here tonight said plenty."

He nodded. "Actions speak louder than words. Talk is cheap, anyway."

Kat smiled and ran her finger down his chest, circling one of his nipples. "That's very true. So why don't you show me some action, big guy?"

He pulled her into his arms and rolled them so he was leaning over her, most of his weight on his left leg. "Oh, I'll show you plenty of action, baby," he chuckled before he crashed his lips against hers as he pulled the covers up over themselves.

A/N: I'm going to be wrapping this story up in a few weeks. I have to compile ideas for my camp NaNo fic in August, and I'm also taking a couple of writing courses. That's a lot on my plate at one time and I don't want this story to suffer. I still have at least a few chapters under my belt that are in the process of being written so stay tuned and let me know how you're enjoying this. Yes, I wanna hear from EVERYONE :) It's been kinda quiet out there lately. I guess people are away and/or busy and that's all good. But reviews/comments are what inspire me to write more fic. Just sayin...:) Waking up to an inbox with several comments makes me feel like a kid on Xmas morning. Who doesn't love that?