Title: Contagious

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Chapter Fourteen: Alien Sex Slave...

House entered the living room without warning. When he'd reached Allison and Wilson, he raised his cane and pointed it at his friend. "You, leave." Wilson said nothing as he grabbed his coat and walked out of the apartment.

No time to respond to the sudden intrusion, Allison crossed her arms over her chest and looked anywhere but in his direction.

Something was happening, and happening quick.

"It's not easy," he began, sitting down on the couch and not looking at her either, "to realize and come to terms with the idea of someone knowing me how you do." He folded his hands together thoughtfully, "Stacey didn't. In fact, she was the exact opposite. Always trying to intrude in my methods... Like you used to." He looked at her, but she was still staring out the window. "You've changed since we first met." He looked back at his folded hands. "And it's time for me to realize that I'm changing too."

At those words she finally looked at him. Something about him had just shifted, and she tried to distinguish what it was. Nothing was outwardly different about him, aside from fleeting eye contact. But that was the difference. He was still vulnerable. He hadn't taken the time to recollect himself before he'd confronted her. He was still raw.

Standing up, she walked over to him and sat beside him. Her legs draped over House's lap as she pulled his head onto her chest. Neither said anything more as he wrapped his arms around her waist and they stayed that way for an eternity of minutes.

When the moment ended, he raised his head and looked her in the eyes. "I'm sorry." She nodded and kissed his lips softly.

"Let's go out." Allison said softly before climbing out of his lap.

"Where?" House asked, standing as well. She shrugged. "Kane would probably enjoy a good walk." He suggested. She nodded in agreement and went to get her shoes.

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Despite the apologies, tension was still in the air as the pair walked through the park, the nosy german shepherd leading the way, tugging at Allison's arm.

Conversation seemed difficult. Neither one knew how to break the ice after their first real fight. It was something they'd be grateful to just forgive and forget, but neither felt brave enough to start the conversation of nonchalance.

Something needed to happen to spark the chance they needed, but it couldn't be instigated by either. It was then that Kane stopped walking to sniff a spot of ground. However, Allison, oblivious to the current actions of her dog due to her distractions with House, tripped over the dog's body and fell to the ground.

House wanted to clasp his hands together in thanks for the distraction as he watched Allison tumble to the ground. "That was graceful." He said with a playful smirk.

"More graceful than you are in an entire day." She replied, accepting the hand he offered.

"Now that was mean." He said, wrapping his arm around her waist. "Just in case you decide to make another nose dive for the ground, I'll just keep you close." He explained, squeezing her to his side for a moment.

Allison laughed and let her head drop against his shoulder as they continued walking. Kane dropped to a nice and easy pace beside them and licked Allison's hand that held her leash.

As they walked through the park, House nuzzled his lips against her scalp and planted tiny kisses against her hair. "You know," he began as they took a corner, "we should do something together."

Allison grinned saucily at him, "I do believe we have done many things together, Greg." He laughed at that and gave her side another quick squeeze against him. Raising her head from his shoulder she looked at him, "What did you have in mind?"

House shrugged. "Don't know... I thought you might have some input."

She shrugged as well, "I don't know." She dropped her head against his shoulder once more, "That benefit for James's department is coming up soon, and I still have no clue what the oncology department has up their sleeves for a theme."

"You have to admit, that Vegas night was pretty damn cool." House replied as they finished the circuit around the park and began heading back to the apartment.

"Yeah, until you pulled all of us away-"

"And saved a kids life." He interrupted innocently.

"And saved a kids life." She agreed. "Still..."

"Still what?"

Catching his eye again she asked sweetly, "What went through your head when you paused and stared at me that night?"

House stopped walking and turned her towards him, "I was thinking," he began, wrapping both arms around Allison and allowing her to support some of his weight, "that I wanted to pull that pretty, pink dress above your hips, bend you over the table and fuck you until you fell to the ground."

Allison stared at him a moment, suddenly feeling his weight much more heavily against her. "We need to get home... Now!"

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It had been a while... Okay it had been Friday when they'd last rushed the apartment door, half dressed and hands all over each other. But each time they had been impatient enough to begin their stripping in the elevator it had been nighttime and they hadn't had a confused german shepherd watching them undress. With inclusion of those variables it had indeed been a while.

Upon entering the threshold of the apartment, Allison dropped Kane's leash and kicked off her shoes as House pushed her towards the table that resided between kitchen and living room, almost making her trip while she removed her shoes. She didn't have time to complain as he quickly spun her around and bent her over the table. However, complaining was far from her mind as he lowered her pants and underwear and quickly pressed into her.

She was already wet, allowing him to slide in with no restrictions. The soft groan that emitted from his lips as he came in contact with her slick entry made her body tingle. House hadn't lied when he said he'd wanted to fuck her until she fell to the ground. He was thrusting hard against her, hitting points that made her body jerk and roll her hips against him. There was no stopping his enthusiasm as he pounded harder, eventually needing to lean over her and support his weight by bracing his hands against the table. Allison cried out when his leverage gave him a harder and deeper thrust, the intensity making it unbearable, to the point that her legs began to shake.

"Oh...fuck!" She moaned into her arm, eyes squeezing shut, "More... harder." She panted her command. House let a hand slide from the table to rest on her hip, pulling her against him as he drove forward. The collision was setting sparks behind his eyes, and her clenching walls made him feel weak. When she came, muscles spasming around his cock, he couldn't control the rapid bucking of his hips as he came inside her.

Knees going slack, House fell atop her, panting for breath as she shook and gasped for air as well. Both sunk to the floor and watched each other try and catch their breath.

"It's good to be home." House said between breaths, a lazy grin crossing his lips. Allison nodded in agreement and curled up beside him. Kane trotted over to the half naked couple on the floor, her leash still clipped to her collar. "I believe the beast wishes to be untethered." He said as he reached up and unclipped the leash, tossing it aside. Kane fled back to the bedroom and let the couple be.

"I'm hungry." Allison stretched out on the floor.

House nodded in agreement. "Take out or do you want to cook?" He asked, hoping she offered to make dinner.

"Take out."

House pouted slightly. "Okay." He grabbed the wire that connected to the charger for the cordless and tugged it hard, sending the phone and its cradle hurdling at them. Allison laughed at House's methods and picked up the phone that had surprisingly not broken a piece off.

"What do you want?"

"Italian."

"Memory dial 2." He replied, using his cane to shuffle a stack of menues towards them from the top of the table he'd just bent his girlfriend over. He handed her the menu for the Italian restaurant that was on his phone's speed dial.

She ordered for both of them and they remained sprawled out on the floor until the food arrived.

House, being the most dressed, pulled his pants back up and answered the door as Allison covered herself, but remained on the floor. When he came back with the food, she looked up at him from the ground. "Let's just have a floor picnic... I don't want to move." She batted her lashes at him playfully and House laughed, falling once more to the floor, but leaning against the wall this time.

"Your penne and pesto, m'dear." House handed her a styrofoam container and a plastic fork.

"Where's the breadsticks?" She narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. Sighing he reached back in the bag and pulled out another container which he'd tried to hide. "You breadstick whore." Allison glared at him playfully.

"Yes, I sell myself for breadsticks... It's a shameful business, but damn if I can't get through the day without a couple of their yummy little selves inside me." House snagged a breadstick and bit the end off of it. "See? It's an addiction now."

Allison laughed and took her own breadstick. "You want a beer?" She asked standing up.

"I thought you didn't want to move." He pointed out.

"That sex deserves a beer afterwards." She replied heading towards the fridge.

"A girlfriend who lets me drink a beer after sex?" His eyes narrowed. "You fooled me! You're not a human woman, you're an alien sex slave from the planet of Bok Choy!" He pointed at her accusingly.

With another laugh, Allison grabbed a couple of beers and sat back on the floor next to her boyfriend. "Yes, we grow and harvest bok choy and then use them as alien probes to decide where to invade. Many probes were lost to beastly predators."

"You need to stop using the word probe." He took his beer and opened it.

"And you really need to let go of this bok choy thing." Allison said with raised eyebrows.

"I'm still creeped out by the idea of that cabbage colonizing in my fridge." House took a swig from the bottle. "Who knows what it will conquer!? The milk? The orange juice? The entire free, civilized world!?"

"Okay, stop, you've gone too far." Allison swatted him.

House hung his head, "I can't believe you let that go as long as it did." Allison laughed.

"I can't believe you could make that go on as long as you did." She replied, crawling onto his lap and giving him a plastic forkful of penne and pesto. He licked the fork clean before kissing her lips. She could taste the marinara sauce from his own food blend with with her pesto, a culinary stroke of genius when it came to flavor. They fed each other little bites of their meals, deciding which they liked better.

"I'm going to have to get that pesto one for myself one of these days." He said after kissing her and getting another taste of her dinner. "By the way... Have I just not noticed? Do you normally dine with your pants undone?" He asked playfully, his fingers trailing the small patch of bare skin between her navel and waist of her pants.

"I'm always half undressed around you." She replied, placing her hand over his and leading it underneath her shirt to cup her breast. Allison let her eyes fall shut after glimpsing his already growing erection. If there was something she hadn't expected when beginning a relationship with House, it was his reliable ability to get a hard on when she wanted him to. Another unexpected, but welcome, surprise was that he wasn't as limited as she'd thought he would be with his bum leg. Either he was playing through the pain, or he found his way around it. Either way, she was never left unsatisfied.

Allison jumped when House snapped his fingers in front of her face, "Did you go somewhere without me?" He asked playfully, giving her breast a hard squeeze. Allison whimpered in the back of her throat, squeezing her thighs together. "An unexpected trip to a far away land?... I'll take that." He grabbed the remaining food from her and dropped it on the floor before pushing her onto her back and hovering over her. She held her breath as he pushed her shirt and bra over the tops of her breasts, his mouth enveloping the already taut peak of her left nipple. His nails raked down her sides as he gave the nipple a light tug with his teeth. Allison moaned, rolling her hips against him as her head tossed to the side. House flicked his tongue over her nipple before administering the same treatment to her other breast.

"Greg..." She moaned softly, hips rocking upward against his body as she spread her legs to grip his sides with her knees. She pulled her shirt off over her head and arched her back to unclasp her bra. House rose with her, palming her free breast with his hand.

Trailing kisses into the valley between her breasts, he created a path of open mouth kisses down her body until he arrived at her navel. His fingers traced the definition of her muscles as he plunged his tongue into her bellybutton. Allison giggled, gripping his hair between her fingers for a moment before raking her nails through the strands of hair.

He moved awkwardly into a sitting position so that he could remove her socks, planting a kiss on each big toe after tossing the article of clothing away. Allison smiled at him and sat up, pulling his shirt up over his head and tossing it aside. As she sat on his lap, House gripped the waist of her pants, "Stand up." He commanded, holding the clothing firmly as she rose and making it slide down her legs. She saw him undo his pants and push them down, kicking them off to the side. When he was as naked as she was, Allison lowered back onto his lap, hovering just above his standing erection. "Cock tease." He smirked at her, grabbing her hips but not moving her. "I can tease too. Turn around." He said.

Allison obeyed, but was surprised when he held her steady so that she couldn't sink down onto him. "What are you-" She gasped sharply, her head lulling back. One arm wrapped around her waist to steady her, House took his cock in his hand and stroked the tip against her pussy, gliding across her clit and over the slick entry before going to circle her clit again. "Oh... Oh, please don't tease me like that." She said in a tight voice. House slackened his hold on her, letting just the head of his cock enter her before tightening his grip and pulling her back up. "Not faaaaair." She cried between clenched teeth, trying to rock her hips and pull him inside. But his arms were too strong, and he could support her weight too well.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" House asked gently in her ear, sending electrical shivers down her spine and strait into her already pulsing sex. He released his cock and used his fingers to trace a taunting circle around her swollen nub.

"Yesssss." She hissed, tension building high.

"Yes, what?" He asked innocently.

"Yes, fuck me!" She groaned, rocking against his hand, already on the edge.

"Yes, fuck you? What's the magic word?" House asked tauntingly, flicking his finger over her clit sharply.

Allison's eyes widened, "FUCK ME PLEASE!" She almost screamed.

House took hold of his cock and positioned himself beneath her before slackening his hold around her waist, allowing her weight to drive down on him. Hands at her hips, he pushed her down as he surged upwards.

Gritting his teeth, House could already feel her walls trembling around him. She stilled momentarily in her movements, but he kept the motion going as she climaxed.

Allison was shaking uncontrollably, his thrusting prolonging the experience of her orgasm. Finding herself once again, she began rising and falling against him. Legs still trembling she fell back onto her hands, lowering the angle of her body and using her arms to increase her momentum against him. Sweat was beading on her skin, dripping from her forehead, and all four limbs were trembling in fatigue when she cried out and came for the second time.

"Greg," she panted, her whole body shaking uncontrollably, "I can't..." Her eyes squeezed shut, the stinging in her muscles and the soreness in her chest leaving her breathless. She needn't say anymore as House rolled them on their sides and let her leg drape over his thigh as he continued pumping into her.

When she began clenching around him for the third time, he was finally with her, thrusting relentlessly against her. She moaned, her nails scraping against the floor as she felt him release his load inside her, a choked cry issuing from his lips before he collapsed behind her.

Once again that night they laid beside each other, gasping for breath. Grabbing his beer, House took a swig of it and offered Allison hers.

"That," she began between pants, "deserves... something... harder... than... beer..."

House threw his head back and laughed. Standing up on wobbly legs, he went and grabbed two glasses and his bottle of scotch. He fell back to the floor and poured two glasses.

"I can't move." She mumbled sleepily. He turned her on her back and raised her in one arm, downing his drink and holding hers to her lips. "I feel like I'm dying." She murmured. "But in a good way."

House tipped the glass and emptied the scotch into her mouth. "We need to get some sleep. We have work in the morning." He set the glasses on the table and stood up. "Come on, I can't carry you." House held out a hand to offer her. She rose slowly and almost fell over when she was finally standing. "You weren't kidding. You really can't move."

Allison glared at him, "Hey, it's tough work staying in a half assed backbend."

"Can you do a backbend?" He asked teasingly.

"Ten years of gymnastics." She smiled back lazily, but her eyes widened at the look he gave her. "We'll build up to contortionist sex. Right now, I need to find a way to keep up with you." He laughed at that. "Seriously!" She whined. "I have never been with a man who can make me cum three times in one go."

"Maybe I'll let you in on my secret one of these days. But now, we sleep." He yawned and fell onto the bed bonelessly, Allison mimicking his actions before crawling under the covers. "Night, Ally." House turned and kissed the back of her head.

"Night, Greg." Allison faced him and kissed his lips gently.

TBC

A/N- I decided to spoil my lovely readers with some smut in this chapter, after the downer that was the last chapter. I hope you enjoyed. HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY WEEKEND! And... yeah... Review... :D -Andi