Um, yeah this is kinda rated M for this chapter, it's not much but it gives you a basically visual of what's going on. Side note, there WILL be Houson, give it time, it has to build LOL.

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House shut the door lightly, his heart racing. Why was he nervous? This wasn't the first time he bought someone home to do the deed. He was a professional in that field. With a click of the lock, he turned and looked back at his guest, his lips pressed. Thou, none of them were her. She stood behind his couch, hugging his helmet tightly, her body trembling. Was she scared? Worried? Excited?

Putting his cane aside, he limped behind her quietly, listening to her breath, to her deep sigh before circling his arms around her. She jumped, her back pressing into his chest and he squeezed tight listening to the 'clunk' from where the helmet slipped from her fingers.

He held her. He could feel her beating heart running wild in her chest. He smiled to himself a little when he noticed she stopped breathing, her fingers stiff and still in the air, unsure as to where to put them. Bowing his head, he pressed his lips to her shoulder, his nose pushing her hair back to let him get to her skin. She smelt so warm, so feminine. His fingers spread wide, one brushing along her stomach while the other held onto her hip. Her lips trembled in a whimper when his lips touched just under her ear. Goosebumps formed and her body went on high alert. dipping her head, her hands fell upon his own, fingers lacing fingers. She held tightly, reminding herself that this was no dream. Grounding her to the idea that his lips were touching her skin, his body was pressing, letting her feel every pulse, every muscle that twitched.

Turning in his arms, she looked up to him with her unsure eyes. He tilted his head back, no really knowing what he should say. He knew, if they did this, there was going to be that awkwardness after words. What could he say her? Do? Tell her it was all in the heat of the moment? Tell her that he had to have her because for some reason she was the only person that didn't make him feel alone? Would she ask him for a relationship? Could he take that step? Takes that risk?

A soft brush along his jaw made him snap out of his thoughts. She was smiling up at him, her fingers cupping his jaw, her fingers itching his scruffy beard.

"..Are.. You petting me?"

Her cheeks went a little pink before giggling out. "Have I told you before.. I like facial hair?"

"You planning on growing one?"

"Don't be gross." She muttered, pushing to the tips of her toes, she pressed her cheek into his own, purring out lightly. "I don't know why… But feeling it against me, a mans beard, it's just so…."

"Macho? Butch? Kinky?"

"Manly." She whispered before brushing her lips across his lightly. "My friends complain a lot of them, the burns, the little red marks on their face or… other… areas. I kind of enjoy it. Its like, I don't know, I'm being marked." She took a step back, pulling him with her. Pressing her hip into his couch, keeping her steady when his head dipped down, latching onto her throat, his hands pushing up her shirt from her hips.

"To feel that sweet burn on me while I'm working." She whispered, her arms wrapped around his neck, her back arching when his teeth nipped her. "Making you think of me." He growled, his hands seeking, pulling her tank completely off, letting his eyes settle and groan at the sight of her naked chest. His mouth watered, his hand snatching her wrists to keep her from covering herself.

"H-House… I have to ask you. Before we do anything."

"The answers yes." He growled before yanking her, making her squeal as he limped towards his room.

"W-wait, I haven't even said-"

"Don't care, I'll do it now get in here!"

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Rapid breathing filled his ears as he struggled to keep his control. Pressing his left foot into the mattress, he lifted up a little more, smirking to himself greedily at the sharp in take she gave. Damn, seeing her nude body, smooth and hairless, it only made her own thick hair crazy. She looked like a goddess in some kind of forest, toying with him. He managed to rip the hair tie from her during their foreplay, letting him see it fully down, wild. It rained around her in curls, tracing her sweet flesh. She didn't have any tan marks and that made him groan in delight, his fingers tracing. Did she sun bath in the nude? If he pulled her close and tasted her flesh, he swore he could picture himself at the beach, the salty waves sprinkling his face in the breeze.

With a grunt, he tossed his head back, his right hand holding her hips tightly as they rode him, her fingers curling, scratching his stomach but he didn't give a damn. It felt good. Soft little noises left her lips as her head tilted down, letting her bangs cover her sweat covered forehead. She looked beautiful. He took his time undressing her, touching every piece of flesh he could find but when he tried to get her to roll over, to trace the back of her legs, she shoved him onto his own and rolled on top and began to return the favor. Smothering him in kisses that made his mind go blank, her fingers snatching at his clothing, ripping them away with such need that he forgot what he was doing and helped her.

"A-Ah!" She moaned out weakly, her eyes tightly shut to the pleasure, to the heat. She felt so good, so hot, so wet. Reaching up, his hand cupped her throat making her jerk and grind into him, making his stomach muscle clench and his teeth clinch. "That's it." He whispered, his thumb brushing her jugular making her shiver, her hands reaching back to press into the mattress, leaning her body to better angel herself, pushing him deeper, bringing him closer to her soul that she wouldn't be able to hide, to hold back.

"Feel good." He groaned, his free hand reaching up to trail down her chest, his fingers skimming across her breasts making her shutter, "O-oh, nah!" Right now, nothing matter and he liked that. He didn't have any fears, no sorrows. Just pleasure, wet hot bliss that swam in his veins, in his muscles and he wanted it to go on. He wanted to stay like this. Nothing else mattered, nothing else could touch him. Here, the darkness of his dreams could not trap him. Pushing himself up slowly, his thigh protested to the sudden shift that he shoved it aside, he needed to do this. Sitting up fully, he wrapped his arms around her back and pulled Ann to him, wrapping her up in his arms, pressing his face into her chest, breathing in her scent, in her sweat. Her arms snapped around his neck, her nails biting his back and he welcomed it. He wasn't alone, he wasn't empty. He was okay.

"Be.. Close to me." He whispered to himself, his fingers squeezing tight. "Annabelle…"

She flinched and bowed her head, burying her face into his throat crying out.

"Greg!"

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"…How did you get it?"

House rested his head on his arm, watching Ann try to brush her tangled hair with her fingers. On his side, his body drained and happily wilted from pleasure he laid, his eyes settling on her. Beside him, the covered pulled to her waist, hair pulled forward to covered herself he really didn't see the point in doing so since he basically had his way but he kept his mouth shut. He was enjoying the afterglow and her company when he noticed her shoulder. That jagged scar running from her shoulder down to the end of the blade. In the lamp lightly, he could see the fine difference, the white flesh against her tan. He saw it before in the dance studio and his mind tried to wrap around what had happened. He went to the hospital and spent a good solid day trying to pick up her medical records. There had to be something.

All he got was the basic rule book info. She was in an accident receiving a broken left arm, almost severed. A couple of cuts and bruises, broken ankel and three bruised ribs, two broken on the left. Normally he would just toss it, make his own story of what happened and let it rest but this was Annabelle. For some reason, he wanted more, details. He hated people telling him their life story but he wanted to hear hers.

Maybe its because she did the same for him, listened to him bitch about Wilson, about his life, about the collapsed building. He figured he could repay her. Maybe it was the deep need to connect with someone else who had a scar, who knew the pain he walked with. To know someone else out there understood and could relate. He remembered her plea from their fight, her broken voice whispering to him, begging him to let her help him just so he could help her. What did she need from him? Did she need someone to lean on? Someone to help her with her own pain?

People would say he was the wrong person for it… He wanted to prove them wrong.

She touched her shoulder gently, her fingers tracing along the dinted flesh. She hissed and grabbed tightly, this made House swear and grab her arm. She tried to pull away but he pulled her down, yanking her to him. She wiggled and protested, trying to fight against his hold, to curl in on herself. Her legs shifted and almost smacked his thigh and for that he cursed out loud. Rolling her to face him, he hugged her close and held tight. He rode out the pain with her, letting her sob into his chest, letting her fingers bit into his shoulders as she fought the pulses. He had been there, he always been there. When the pain in his thigh becomes to much to bear, he wanted nothing more then to make it stop, to scream and cry and beat it away but on certain days, he wished there was someone else there, even if he yelled at them to go away, told them to get out that they would never understand, deep down he wanted someone who could hold him while his body rocked itself in pain, someone to whisper soothing words into his ears, reassuring him that this would pass and that he would be okay.

"Deep breaths." He whispered to her, "You'll be okay…"

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He didn't know how long he held her, how long he stroked her back and whispered to her. All he knew was that he was shocked. He never done anything like this before, never saw the point. He mocked, laughing at others pain and walking away when they asked for his help. Everyone needed to help themselves that's how he learned and yet, he couldn't be himself.

When did he change so much?

Her sniffles died down and soft little pants brushed his chest telling him the wave was over. Pressing his cheek into his pillow, he let out a deep sigh, letting his grip loosen around her. She'll tell him tomorrow, he wanted to know and he wasn't planning on letting it go due to an attack. Figuring she would just pass out, he closed his eyes and let his body relax.

"I was driving.."

Her hand touched his chest, her fingers brushing through the hairs. He stayed silent, wanting her to continue, his fingers giving her hip a soft squeeze.

"It's been five years but I can still smell it. The smoke, the gas. I was driving to rehearsals and my friend Joan was with me." He felt her stiffen, her forehead pressing into his collar. He only held her tight, resting his chin upon her head. "We were behind a Uhauls at a stop light, just talking. Joan just nailed the lead in this Broadway performance and I was her understudy. She was really gifted House.. I wished you could have seen her." Her shoulders trembled making him frown. "Behind us, a construction truck was coming. I don't know what happened but he didn't stop in time and he slammed into us. Pinned us under the van."

Her body began to tremble, her fingers curling into his arm, he could feel her crying but still, he said nothing. He didn't want to break her processes, she needed to tell him on her own.

"I-I don't know why but everything went wrong! The metal chains that were holding the steel beams in place on the truck broke. It was like a bad dream, they fell on my car, one got through my roof and hit me." Her shoulder flinched and he gave a nod. So a steel beam pinned her, that would explain the upside down Y mark. "I was pinned into my airbag. It hurt so bad, I tried to look around but all I could see was smoke. I heard people yelling. I said my friends name, trying to see her."

She stopped talking then, her face buried. Her body was wrecked with sobs. Reaching up, his fingers brushed her bangs back, his lips touching her forehead, like him, she needed to tell someone. His money would be down that she hadn't told anyone this in a long time, most likely years. She hide her scar from everything in order to prevent people from asking. She held it in so long it was now becoming unbearable. She needed to open up. She needed to tell him.

"What happened."

"Her seat belt broke." She coughed, her eyes tightly shut. "The seat belt broke on impact! She struck the dash board so hard, the air bag was jammed because of the moving van so it didn't stop her. I-I called her name but my roof was caved in, I couldn't really see her. I tried and tried but there was so much smoke. I didn't find out until after I got to the hospital that my friend a major head injury putting her in a non responsive state." She went quiet again and House didn't have to ask. Taking in the time it would take to get someone out of a caved in car plus the force of the injury… There was likely a skull fracture leading towards a brain injury. He wasn't there on hand but his gut was telling him Joan came in with an hemorrhage and he could believe, it was a bad one.

"She didn't make it." She hiccuped. "I almost lost my arm but she had her life taken. S-She was suppose to perform! She'd been training for weeks, it was suppose to be her opening! She was suppose to go to Paris, she was suppose to be a star!"

She broke down for the fifth time that night but instead of being pissed, instead of wanting to push her onto someone else and go on with his business. He simply held her close and let her cry it out. There was nothing he could say that could ease her, he wasn't going to bullshit her and tell her it was going to be okay. Because it wasn't, her friend was still dead and she walked with a scar that was going to remind her of it but if he just held her and let her body know he was there. Maybe House could be her support, he never really been one for someone so it was something he was new to, something he hasn't really experience but he was willing to do it for her.

For the first time in a long time, he was willing to try.

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