Chapter 14
'Shit...'.
She's still in the room, on his left, trying to fix her bra. The thing that bothers him is that she can breathe regularly, can sit up, can do anything for Christ's sake!
He runs his hands over his face, sinking more between the pillows. He turns right and realizes that he can't really grasp the Vicodin. He finds it...incredibly far.
He has about six seconds before the leg starts to protest about their latest activity, her weight above him was the limit...Ok, maybe also other things besides her weight...
He tries to pull himself up, turning toward the night stand but he doesn't have time. She's faster.
Evy climbs back astride him and reaches for the bottle, then going back where she was before. Now, she looks into his eyes, smiling. She hands him the bottle. He snorts.
"Thanks, Evy..." he looks down to open the bottle.
"Oh, for so little. Whenever you want...".
House smirks, he knows that her "for so little" doesn't refer to the bottle. And that damn children-safe latch prevents him from opening it.
"...You can make it alone?".
He whirls with a grin on his lips, she smiles in turn while fixing her hair. She stands up, her back to him, picking up her dress on the chair near the mirror.
"If you want my help...".
House leaves the bottle on the bed, looking for something to cover himself and stand up "Ok Evy, you have had your fun, but at this point usually you're already at the door to put the money I gave you in your wallet" he snorts "Fuck...".
"You're a bit nervous, I see..." she turns to him, pulling up the zipper of one of her boots. He scratches his beard.
"It's not thanks to you, If that's what you're thinking or hoping..." the doctor clears his voice and begins to rummage in the drawer of the bedside table. After all, she has to admit that she had fun...
"I won't ask for an extra, calm down, doctor".
He smirks, looking at her and closing the drawer "My dear little girl, the woman who deserves an extra from me has yet to be born".
"Wow...".
He raises his eyebrows, pulling up, leaning his back against the headboard "In fact, when you'll hear me say that after sex, then you could expect an extra". She puts her arms on her hips, annoyed. "Now, could you open that top drawer, please? I need something".
She takes the other boot, putting it on and he looks bewildered but amused.
"Don't tell me that I've shocked you to the point that you can't get up?".
"No, I'm naked. Give me a pair of boxers. Top drawer".
Allison widens her eyes, amused "The thing could shock you, but I've already seen a naked man before".
He stops smiling and she realizes she went further. She opens the drawer and throws him a pair of blue boxer, turning to close it again...
"Thank you, give me also one of the bottles in the left corner".
She snorts, taking one of the six bottles inside and hands it to him, but doesn't leave it to him immediately.
"You've like a sort of fixation?".
He snatches it, grinning "Yes, after the thirtieth I earned the division of property and a psychoanalyst".
She's a bit annoyed after that line, she wonders If he's telling the truth...
House throws down two pills, leaning back to the headboard, closing his eyes. She smiles seeing him like this, he's funny, more for that than for sex. She retrieves her bag, walking toward the door, taking the money from the bedside table.
"You're right doctor...I doubt I'll be able to beat your bottles".
House had just the time to open his eyes and focus on her words before she's already at the door, saying goodbye with a wave of her hand.
TBC...