Chapter 20
Finding a full-size couch in the nearest corner of the fiction section, they sat as his mouth frantically relocated hers, moving and teasing their plump, pink goodness. She pushed him up against the back of the couch and straddled him, careful to avoid his bad leg. House moaned with the feel of her inner thighs and torso against his flat stomach. She looked down at him and sighed, the blues of his eyes blazing brightly for only her.
"It's about time," he muttered, leaning up to kiss his way along her jaw to behind her ear. She murmured gibberish as his hands moved up her outer thighs to cup her perfect butt (Oh so perfect) and pull her closer to him, as if it were actually possible. Romoly ground her torso suggestively against his stomach, eliciting a painful groan from House. He could've sworn he felt the heat he was generating inside her through her black trousers.
Coughing, she whispered, just audible enough for him, "Do I still have to disprove your stupid theory?"
House continued nibbling as he wondered what she had in store for him. "What'd you got in mind?"
Romoly smiled then threaded her fingers through his short but soft hair, letting him kiss the skin behind her ear until she was senseless. Closing her eyes, she once again urgently rolled her hips against him as she began reciting something that had become second nature to her. "There are ten main classes of the Dewey Decimal System…" House's stomach flipped with anticipation…and his body released an extra amount of endorphins. She was going to recite the Dewey Decimal System! He growled as she began. "…000 is Computer Science, Information and General Works…"
"You're killing me here," he moaned and tugged up on her short-sleeved magenta turtleneck sweater. She moved away and grabbed the end to fling it off, sending it sailing somewhere she didn't care about at the moment. His eyes instantly devoured what he saw: the magenta-pink lacy under wire bra lifting her breasts to attention, more abundant than he would've ever guessed; the smooth skin of her belly and neck; her look of apprehension at his seeing her without her shirt.
Romoly cleared her throat and continued. "100 is Philosophy and Psychology…" House's prickly lips moved from where he'd returned to her ear down her jaw, to her chin… "200…" He was nibbling her bottom lip; everything was going hazy for Romoly. "…is…Religion…" She groaned when he stuck his tongue in her mouth. Moving her hands to his chest she began lightly caressing, swirling her fingers in the hypnotizing pattern of his tongue.
He yanked his mouth away and, with hazy eyes, watched her bite her lip as she continued to driving him crazy with her gyrations. House suddenly smiled, his hands moving from their positions on her perfect hips to cup her breasts. Romoly groaned as his thumb pads grazed the soft, sensitive skin just above the top of each brassiere cup. "I can see you've been reading the pop-up books, haven't you?"
She grinned, her hair spilling from her hairclip. Slowly lifting her hands to her hair, she released the curtain of sweet-smelling soft locks. "Someone once told me how important it is to listen to your doctor," she whispered then gasped as he leaned his smirky, prickly grin forward, finding their way to the valley between her breasts. Wanting House to say something snarky, since she absolutely loved it, she gasped for breath then muttered, "What are you doing?"
He nibbled on her sweet, sweet skin as he pulled his face from between her breasts. "I'm bobbing for apples…what do you think I'm doing?"
Romoly suddenly decided to milk this for all it was worth…she'd role-play the virginal librarian, if simply to remind him of his earlier comment about her not knowing what she was doing. And she would do it the House-way: very over-the-top, exaggerated and stereotypical.
This could be fun…with him "teaching" me as we go… "I'm the virginal librarian, remember? How would I know what you were doing?" House smiled brilliantly; he knew…and loved…where this was going. "But…" she paused then put her index finger to her mouth, looking away like a schoolgirl asking directions for something she'd never done before. "…perhaps you could teach me. There's only so much one can learn from pop-up books and porn."
House raised his eyebrow in disbelief; he'd never been more aroused by a role-play. He'd role-played many a time before but never like this. He knew he'd never love being proven wrong so much as right then. "You watched porn?"
Romoly shook her head. "I tried but they actually made me sick. It was the size of the man's…the man's…" Romoly over-exaggeratedly hand gestured the male member, a convincing look of sheer disgust on her face.
House nodded seriously, as if this were a real problem Romoly was actually having. "I see. Well, I think some proper education is in order." He gave her a very serious look, almost as if she were a patient he was diagnosing. "And you're in luck: you've come to the expert. Have no fear," his hands moved from her breasts down to her naval, running his fingers lightly under her trouser waistline to her back. She shivered at the callous fingers that felt like silk to her hormone-doused brain. "I'll take you through it step by step. From what I can see," he paused, his eyes devouring her whole, like a leopard devours his prey before lunchtime, "I have a feeling you're a quick learner."
Romoly nodded, attempting to keep her giggling at bay. This is FUN… "I catch on very quickly…but I'm a visual learner and need hands-on training. For example…" Romoly snaked a hand behind her and tenderly grazed his erection as it pulsated through his jeans. This elicited a groan from House. "…am I doing this right?"
House coughed then nodded. "Yes…" He suddenly tilted his head and playfully narrowed his eyes. "…but I think you've cheated. Has someone given you the answers before the exam?"
Romoly gave him a pathetic, "You caught me" look then nodded. "I'm sorry Dr. Professor. There was this guy…" she sighed and looked down, as if ashamed about her "moment of weakness" "…he had a car…I was weak…we had a couple of beers. But I only let him kiss me, I SWEAR!" Romoly held up her fingers in "Scout's Honor". "I feel guilty about getting some of the answers before the final. What do I have to do to make up it? You aren't going to fail me, are you??"
House looked away, contemplating her fate in the class. "Just for cheating, you have to finish reciting the Dewey Decimal System as I'm administering the oral exam." Romoly coughed at his impertinent implication; House simply smirked wider. "The rest of the test comes afterwards."
"Aren't there fundamentals that need to be covered before, like logistics and such?"
House nodded as his hands moved up her arms, to cup her face and thread his fingers in her hair. "There will also be extra credit…" her eyes lit at this as his fingertips massaged her scalp. "You better get started on that Dewey Decimal System; we've got a lot of ground to cover."
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Romoly sighed, almost as if he was really demanding too much of her. "Oh the things you make me do for a passing grade. Okay…" Her hands moved to his face, caressing his stubble as she leaned forward for a kiss. Stopping just inches away, she muttered, "Am I doing this right?"
He gulped and nodded. "You'll get brownie points if you stick your tongue in my mouth."
Ignoring their previous tongue kisses to continue the role-play, she scrunched her face. "But isn't that unsanitary?"
He rolled his eyes; she just needed to get on with it. She was killing him… "Just do it."
"Fine…" Fishing for those brownie points, Romoly leaned forward on her knees so her brassiered chest met his fully-clothed chest. Bracing her hands against the back of the couch, she settled her mouth within several inches of his and muttered, "300 is Social Sciences…" she began nibbling on his mouth, swirling her tongue around his bottom lip. He groaned…she was so getting that extra credit... "400 is Language…"
House pulled her mouth away and looked into her eyes as he smoothed away her bangs. "Que bonita…"
She smiled and took his mouth again: unsanitary, unschmanitary. Tongue kissing was too good. Romoly moved her hands underneath his light leather jacket, pushing it off his shoulders and feeling the distance as they had to temporarily stop kissing. But her lips quickly took his again, sucking his bottom one in between her teeth. Suddenly Romoly leaned her head back, his bottom lip still clutched between her teeth. Releasing it with a THWAP!, she asked, "Oh Dr. Professor?"
"Yes Miss Scott?" House asked once he got partial feeling back to his mouth; unfortunately all blood was draining southward so he was quickly losing all coherent thought. She really needs to stop asking questions and just get on with it already…
"Do I remove your clothes now? I mean, we can't very well have sexual intercourse fully clothed, can we?"
"That class is next semester: Advanced Sexual Positions 201. That one is more time consuming with extra labs that require fancy equipment." Romoly's eyes widened at the possibility but she had no time to comment as his fingers worked underneath her trouser button. "For this beginner's course, Miss Scott…" House's fingers teased the sensitive skin around her belly button; Romoly forgot to breathe. "…we will commence the act of sexual union without the benefit of clothes. Plain English: drop your drawers." She smiled at this as he continued, his fingers working the button loose from its confines. "As you can see I am unbuttoning your trousers. I will then be placing my hands on your lower back. This will cause your trousers to become excessively loose and will drop from your body. Are you ready?"
"So…is this what is meant by dropping your drawers?"
House tilted his head and studied her with a highly-amused expression. He could snark back but why ruin such a beautiful role-play? "Not exactly; your drawers are your panties."
A look of mock realization spread her face. "OHHH…" she nodded, almost as if she were hearing this for the first time. "…I get it. So what do you call what's happening right now?"
She really needed to be quiet, House thought. "Torture. Now shut up."
She nodded, not able to stop her growing smile…yet all the while concentrating on how her nerve endings exploded with her caresses. Once House had unbuttoned her trousers, Romoly felt his hands travel into her pants, cupping her butt as the pants fell, his fingers teasing the skin underneath the lacy edges that barely covered the sides of her cheeks. "Dr. Professor, I'm sorry if there was a dress code; I had no silk underwear available. Will these do? I didn't get a syllabus of what to and what not to wear." She pulled away as they looked down at her matching magenta Victoria's Secret lacy Brazilian-cut panties.
House stared, fixated, as he ran his fingers along the lacy panty front; she gasped as they dipped closer to her warm wetness. His fingers tingled from the heat he found there, no doubt generated from his touches. It took a few moments for him to answer. "I'm just glad they're not Fruit of the Looms."
This made her giggle and he smirked. "500 is Natural Science and Mathematics…" She fingered the buttons all along his wrinkled oxford shirt, slowly unbuttoning the shirt.
House moaned. He wasn't going to last long; no matter how many times he pictured Wilson wearing a light blue tutu and prancing around the hospital singing "I Feel Pretty" from West Side Story, she kept reminding him how hot for her he was. "Did I tell you this was a timed test?" And it certainly wasn't his brain keeping time either.
"Ok," she murmured and chucked his oxford. Running her hands underneath his t-shirt, she hurriedly removed it and stared at his chest, sparsely covered with a dusting of graying hair. Leaning forward, she kissed down his neck and around his chest, whispering, "600 is Technology…how am I doing?"
"Lie on the couch; I'll show you…" her heart thumped as she gladly did what he said. As she laid back, her undergarments just as enticing as what they held, he realized he wasn't going to make it to the end of the Decimal System. Looking at her panties, he moved his hand up her inner thigh to the waistband, skimming his fingers just inside. "I'm going to remove your panties…or drop your drawers…" Romoly smiled into his eyes "…and show you what comes next. Are you ready?"
Was she ever…
"Just be gentle."
Romoly so didn't mean it.
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In no time at all, they were both naked and trembling from feather-light touches and moaned words. None of that had really been necessary; not much foreplay was truly needed after her recitation of the Dewey Decimal System. But both loved foreplay and wanted it from each other; the feeling of first discovery was unlike any other.
"Are you ready?" House murmured as his hands caressed up the inside of her legs, his fingers whispering across the junction of her thighs to her hips, his thumbs brushing her hot, wet curls. She moaned and writhed with knowledge of what was coming next.
Duly noting that the drapes did indeed match the carpet, he impatiently restrained himself from plunging into all that was perfect and beautiful about the human race: the female body. But, even amazing himself, House hadn't asked that question sarcastically or rudely: his tone suggested tenderness. He seemed genuinely interested in making sure she was ready. After all, if a woman wasn't completely ready she made a lousy lover. It was just too bad that House's logic could never entirely be about another person; who's gonna think about House if he didn't think about himself?
She nodded as her brain fired neurons randomly, nearly shutting down just from the feel of his body between her legs; his scruff beard nibbling down her chest, stopping to take bites of her sweetness. He was so lean and lithe, his contoured arms firm beneath her touch. She wrapped her legs around his back and rubbed his sides with her thighs, desperately urging him with her hips. She suddenly found her voice. "What are you waiting for?"
"Absolutely nothing," he murmured and, taking her mouth, moved his hips forward, their sweet union just mere inches away…just as a loud BANG! cut through the stillness of the quiet library. Romoly froze; House apparently didn't notice the intrusion. At first.
She removed her mouth from his. "Did you hear that?" Romoly untangled her legs and moved slightly away from him, enough to inform him he wasn't getting any at that moment.
House groaned; truth be told he'd heard something but it was very faint. He'd actually attributed it to the doors of his brain slamming shut. "What are you talking about??"
BANG! "That, Greg! What is it?"
"It's just the wind, banging the door open and closed."
"But I shut and locked the door."
She's right… Before he could say anything, they heard a familiar, "HELLO?? ROMOLY??? I'M SORRY, I FORGOT MY…" and both turned in time to see Wanda wandering back to their corner of the library. Apparently they'd seen her before she saw them but poor Wanda had no warning of what she was walking into to.
When she finally did see them, wrapped around each other and as naked as the day they were born, she simply stared at them a moment…then her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she fell to the ground.
"Uh-oh," House sighed and dropped his head in the valley between Romoly's breasts.
"I think we killed her," Romoly muttered, staring over his head at the woman lying unconscious not ten feet away.
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