Author's Note: Hey. Well, I've calmed down now and I'd like to thank the unsigned (male) reviewer who compared me to Marilyn French. I've always wanted to be accused of man bashing. It's definitely a dream come true. Now, I just need to end up with an STD and then my life will be complete.


Anyway, I have been freed from my fit of writer's block due to a poetry night on Saturday. Since I am off for Memorial Day until Wednesday, I decided to catch up on this story and my CM one as well. I'd like to have my WIPs finished by the start of the fall TV season. With all the cliffhangers to see through, I won't have time to be writing.

This chapter is dedicated to ShipperCrazed - FanFicCrazy whose most enjoyable update gave my smut muse the kick in the ass it needed. Thanks, love.


PS: There is an episode mentioned in here and anyone who names it gets a cookie.

Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"

Coming home, he could hear the TV in the living room. Deciding to investigate, House kicked off his shoes and headed towards the sound. Mindful of the step separating the foyer from the living room (he had already fallen twice), he entered, seeing a most amusing and domestic sight.

Cuddy and Al had taken over the wrap around couch and they were sharing a big bowl of popcorn like it was going out of style. On the TV screen was a large elephant traipsing through the African Savannah.

"Cuddy family home videos?" he asked as he plopped next to them.

"No, jackass. It's a documentary on pregnancy in the animal kingdom." she replied icily.

House rolled his eyes and looked around for Wilson. He was Cuddy's shadow at all times. It's not like she harpies had any natural enemies so he didn't understand why his friend did what he did. Not seeing him, he nudged Lisa with his foot.

"What?"

"Where's your Jew?"

"Allison sent him out to get food. Now, shut up."

"But…"

Al threw some popcorn at him but he caught it in his mouth. She rolled her eyes at his cheesy grin before returning her attention to the program. House decided to watch, too, actually finding it fascinating. It wasn't quality TV like Spongebob or his soap but bearable to watch.

"The gestational period for the African elephant is approximately 22 months."

Both women screamed and crossed their arms over their bumps, seemingly shielding themselves from that statistic.

House howled with laughter and said in his best southern drawl, "See, that's what y'all get for tryin' to edjumacate yourselves in secular matters! Nothin' but Satan's glee!"

"Shut up, Reverend House! Why don't you go back to the chapel?" Al grumbled as she got up, most likely seeking juice. The more Peanut grew, the more juice she drank. Half of the refrigerator was taken up by it and pickles.

"You remember that?" he asked her as she passed out glasses of apple juice.

"Of course I do. It was the case with the screaming kid with autism. It was one of the few times that you acted human before we got together."

"And it was the one with Ali. You know, the stalker spore girl?" Lisa added.

"Stupid little man stealing bitch." Al grumbled before plopping back down in a sulk.

House chuckled and soothed, "Don't worry, Al. You'll always be my dirty girl."

The beet red blush on her face made him smile, as did the memory of their last romp together.

If he had thought that bending her over things was fun, it was nothing compared to dominating her in bed…

~*~

As she squirmed underneath him, he gritted his teeth, trying not to lose it. Sex with Allison was a very carnal, very fun battle of wills. Who can hold back longer? Who would lose it first? It was maddening. The fact that she was a little hellcat in the sack didn't help matters.

For all the years of frustrated thoughts about her, he had expected her to be demure and timid, like a Victorian bride. She was the complete opposite. She bit him, scratched him, and demanded his body with the fervor of a Madame.

Allison tortured him constantly and he longed to make her as crazy as she made him.

Seeing the smug, dominating grin on her face as she flexed her kegels made him finally snap.

Pulling out of her abruptly, he twisted her so that she was on all fours, showing him everything. Seeing her drip into her nest of curls and the sway of her hips made him growl.

He was going to show her just where her place was.


"Greg, what the hell are you-ow!"


Her rounded ass check shuddered with the impact and he rubbed the reddened flesh as he brought his lips to her ear.


"You think you're slick, don't you?"

Panting, she grinned before replying, "I am slick, Gregory. You should know- ah!"

"Did I say you could speak, little girl? Did I?"

She shook her head and replied meekly, "No, Doctor House."
Drawing her head back by the hair, he looked deep into her eyes, searching for any sign of fear or discomfort. All he saw was burning desire and trust. She smiled and winked at him.

Game on.

Releasing her head, he brought her hands to their wrought iron headboard, demanding her to keep still.

His hands then began to wander all over her, fondling and tickling, enjoying the little frustrated noises she made. When he brought his face to her slit, he found that she was dripping steadily and her clit was pulsing to the same rhythm of his fingers pinching her nipples. Her inner thighs glistened with juices and he licked up the shuddering flesh, ignoring her pussy.

Still, she didn't move but sweat was pouring from her and she was panting heavily.

"You dirty girl. You dirty tempting little girl. You're so hot for it that I would only have to give you one lick, one little lick and you'd come all over my face, wouldn't you?", he purred, blowing hot air onto the now flowing apex.

She sobbed weakly and whimpered, "Please…"

"Please what?"

"Lick me! Fuck me! Anything, Greg! Please! It hurts! It hurts so badly not to h-have you in me!" she begged shamelessly.


"Do you ache, Allison? Do you feel like you're burning alive?" he asked as he mounted her, the head of him teasing at her entrance.

"Yes! Greg, please! Ple- !"

Her word had been lost in the screech of pleasure as he plunged to the hilt in her.

Sitting back, he took her with him, bringing her hands to his shoulders.


"Work it, little girl. Get us off."

His eyes slid closed as she moved with abandon, their impacting hips making the bed shake. Her breasts were in his hands, her nipples being toyed with like a cat with yarn.

Her wails of bliss and his name made him gasp as her pussy went into fierce convulsions. His seed shot out of him, filling her until it seeped out, running down her thighs and to the sheets.

Allison fell off of him and went limp, twitching with aftershocks.

House smoothed a hand over her reddened bottom and lay down next to her.

Eventually, they maneuvered into a spooning position and she dreamily said that he could that to her anytime he wanted…

~*~


He wondered if now counted.

Looking at Allison, he saw that she was sweaty and flushed, her hard nipples straining against her top.

Immediately, House's mind went into overdrive. As soon as Jimmy got back, he would have to take his demon and go.

He and Allison would be turning in early tonight.