Hi everyone! Sorry for the wait, but I was on vacation. Don't forget to check out my other fanfic, Beauty and the Beast.
Before continuing, this contains mature material, so just a warning. I don't think I should change the whole rating on the story. It's really just this chapter… so far.
I hope this doesn't disappoint. I had a good time writing it.
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I don't know why. Why is this happening to me? The words swirled around me in a panic. I couldn't do this. I wasn't ready. It couldn't be. But it was. Oh, it was and I wanted it. Lust is one of the seven deadly sins. Imagination is the key to the rest of your life. Without the future there can be no past. Maybe it was a phase. Maybe there was something within me that was wrong, that needed to be fixed. And even that was lust. Even that.
I needed it. I craved it. I couldn't live without it, but I had to.
Uncle James slept in the room across from mine. The silence had been the best time for me, but my thoughts were loud and boisterous. The loud beat of a timpani drum was my heart, the trumpet was my lungs, contracting and expanding. Why was this controlling my life? Forbidden. What was this hell that I lived in? I couldn't take it anymore.
I stared at the closet and knew.
It was time.
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The headache pounded through my brain as I walked into the kitchen. I turned on the faucet and let the frozen water spurt out of the metal. Pain. That was all I could feel. My cane fell from my hand and I leaned over the sink. This wasn't just a headache. This was more. More. More. More.
Water washed through my hair. Nothing was normal. Normal for me, at least. I picked up two Vicodin and an Asprin to relieve all the hurt.
Then there was a knock at the door.
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The knock echoed through House's empty apartment. He groaned groggily and picked up his cane, then went to the door. House unlocked and opened the door. Wearing a long, thin coat and tall, pink high heels was Scarlett who stood reluctantly before him.
"Hi," she brought enough courage to send a greeting.
"Hi," House replied, speculating the reasons she was there. "What are you doing here?"
Scarlett nervously pushed back her hair, "I have a problem."
"Okay," he nodded, confused.
"Can…" her voice suddenly broke. "Can I come in?"
House opened the door wider and let her go in before he closed it quietly. As Scarlett walked into the room, he asked, "What kind of problem?"
She was scared. She couldn't turn around to look at him, "It's more like an obsession, really."
"Then what's your obsession?" House didn't understand.
"With," she paused and turned. Scarlett's voice lowered to a sultry whisper, "With you…"
She let the silky coat fall from her arms and onto the floor, revealing a black and red bustier.
House watched her move closer a couple steps, scanning her body. He knew what he wanted. He was going to get it. Scarlett was upon him now, inches away. Her right palm rested on his chest, the other took hold of his hand. She pressed it on the side of her backside.
"Do you?" she swallowed and stared into his eyes.
He raised his other hand to her cheek and murmured, "God, yes."
The rest was a blur. House and Scarlett locked their lips, a thick luscious kiss that seemed to go on and on. She let go of him and grabbed the buttons on his shirt. One by one, they were unbuttoned. Scarlett let her hands run the shirt off his back as House forced her backward onto the wall. Wrapping her leg around him she growled, "You don't know how long I've waited for this. For you."
House chuckled and brought her upon him. He felt around for the zipper on the back of the lingerie. Upon finding it, he tore it downward. Her bear back was enough to send shivers down his spine. The two of them zealously made it to the hallway. Scarlett slammed her foot onto the wall, the heel tearing into it. House unbuckled it and brought the girl closer to him. Kiss after kiss… she removed his shirt, loosened his belt and caressed his temples. They arrived at his bedroom. House threw himself on top of Scarlett. She ran his hand down his back. Passion roamed through the room. He pushed her onto the headboard, knocking her against it several times.
Scarlett extended her arms to grab the board and screamed, "Do what you want with me! Show me what kind of man you are, Greg House!"
House felt her heart pounding against his and murmured, "Then prepare yourself."
The passion continued. Scarlett moaned in the darkness. That was the man she was looking for.
And the lust continued…
