Chapter 29

"Phone," House mumbled.

"Phone?" She slipped down on the bed next to him and turned over, her back against his side her head on his arm.

Turning on his side, he draped his arm over her pulling her snug against him. Reaching behind him, he pulled the blanket over them. Nuzzling his face in her hair, he fell back to sleep.

His beeper on the nightstand went off and they both snapped awake. Groaning he rolled over and grabbed the beeper.

Stretching she curled back on her side snuggling up against his back. "Who is it?" she asked wrapping her arm around his middle.

"Cuddy."

"Cuddy?" she asked sitting up rubbing her eyes. Looking past him at the nightstand, she panicked. "Oh hell Greg, she said jumping off the bed it's 1:30."

"Oh, he said sitting up rubbing his hands over his face yawning. That would explain Cuddy."

"I have to call the hospital," she said her voice higher then normal.

Dropping his hands, he looked at her. "Stop clenching."

"I missed my appointment."

Holding his hand out he said "Quick panicking and come here."

"But I missed my appointment Greg."

"Come here," he said opening and closing his hand. When she took his hand, he pulled her down on the bed next to him. "Why are you panicking?"

"Cuddy is going to be mad."

"So?"

"You're use to it I'm not."

"I'm your boss, not her."

"She's your boss, which means she's my boss."

"I'll call her, where is the phone?"

"I don't know…" she said doubt in her voice.

"I'll fix it."

She looked at him skeptically. "Greg, you're not really known for placating Cuddy."

"That's because it's more fun to rile her up," he said flopping back on the bed.

"Exactly," she said standing back up.

Sighing he said, "Get me the phone." She didn't move her arms hugging her around the waist. "Allison."

"Ok," she said leaving the room. Coming back, she handed over the phone.

He patted the bed next to him. She sat on the bed watching him. Lying back down he pulled his pills out of his pocket and took one. Holding the phone up, he dialed Cuddy's direct number.

"She's sleeping," House said. "Yeah that was my fault, she wouldn't take a pain killer because it knocks her out, so I ground one up in her food." House looked over at Cameron. He put his finger under her chin and closed her mouth. "Yes. You're right I should have called but I was at a conference, he said chuckling. Cameron gave him a warning look. He waved it away. "Actually yeah, I do think it's funny, why else would I say it." House was silent for a moment. He held up his hand making a talking gesture. "Are you finished? I'll just give her an exam when she wakes up. I think I'm capable Cuddy. Hey. Stop yelling at me. I'm already going to get it from her when she wakes up and finds out she missed her appointment. Yes, really… and believe it or not, she's much scarier then you are when she's mad. You would think that was funny," he grumbled. "Ha. Ha," he said hanging up.

"I'm scarier then she is?"

He reached up and dragged her down next to him. "Of course you're not, she's the devil," he said rolling over and pinning her under him.

"What did she say?" she asked pulling her arms out and wrapping them around his neck?

"The gist of it was bad House, poor Cameron." She grinned. "Are you smiling at my pain?" he asked scrunching up his face.

She put her fingertips on his forehead and cheeks, pushing gently she tried to un-scrunch his face. "If she gave you more clinic hours I'll do them for you."

"Great," he said a glint in his eyes.

Raking her fingers through his hair, she linked her hands behind his neck. Narrowing her eyes she said, "I know your normal clinic hours, so don't think you're going to con me into doing any of those hours."

"Girls are mean," he said pouting.

"Girls are smart," she countered licking along his protruding bottom lip.

Resting his elbows on either side of her head, he leaned down licking along the ridge of her ear. She turned her head to the side closing her eyes as he sucked her earlobe into his mouth. A breathy moan and the slight lifting of her hips, elicited a deep rumble at the base of his throat.

She slipped her leg up his body her calve pressing against his hip. "I'm still not doing your clinic hours," she said grinding up into him.

Shifting his weight to one arm, he pulled her other leg out from under him. He nestled her knee in the crook of his arm, and pushed up situating his growing arousal snuggly between her legs. "As your employer you'll do as I say," he growled into her neck.

Every nerve in her body hummed in response to his thick raspy voice vibrating against her skin. She tilted her head back arching her body against him, her fingernails digging into his back as she pulled his tee shirt into her hands. "I think… she began her voice turning into a soft moan as his teeth sunk into her throat.

His large hand slipped under her neck and into her hair, cradling her head. Softly kissing her he said, "I think?"

"What?"

Smiling against her lips, he said "You said I think, then nothing." Releasing her knee, his hand slipped under the edge of her shirt and slowly up her side, his thumb brushing over her ribs.

"Yes… you're very distracting."

Rolling on his side, he pulled her with him. His fingers ran up her back, to the clasp of her bra, with a quick snap of his fingers the claps fell open, causing her breath to catch. Chuckling at her reaction, he slid his hand down her back, his finger dipping into the back of her jeans.

"Off," she said pulling at his shirt.

He leaned back pulling his shirt over his head. "Better?" he asked holding her face in his hands.

Rubbing her hands over his chest, she slipped them under his arms and around to his back. Leaning she inhaled deeply "Much," she said sucking his nipple into her mouth. Keeping one arm around him, she pushed the other between them, unbuttoning his jeans. Slipping her hand in, she grasped him firmly.

Groaning he rolled onto his back trapping her arm under him. "God," he said pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes.

"No, she purred into his ear as she ran her thumb down the shaft, Allison." She bit his earlobe, "Say it," she demanded her finger encircling him and gently squeezing.

Desire rushed through him at her soft command. Pulling her hand out he rolled over on her pressing her into the bed. Keeping her arm trapped under him, he wrestled her arm down, pressing his thumb into the center of her palm.

She squeaked in surprise at the sudden loss of control. Heat rushed through her as he leaned down his breath caressing her lips, his eyes boring into hers.

"Say my name," he said steel in his voice.

Unable to look away, she stared up at him her heart racing. "No."

He could see the glint of defiance in her eyes. Rubbing his fingers into the palm of her hand, he pushed down the length of her fingers linking their hands. Skimming his lips over her throat, he stopped over her corroded artery. He could feel her pulse racing "Submit," he snarled biting her neck.

"Never," she said struggling beneath him.

"Never?" he asked pulling back to look at her.

"Not without one hell of a fight," she said licking her lips an evil smile on her face, "Ready for one? I scratch and bite."

"I know, I have the marks," he said running his tongue over her lips. Sighing she parted her lips, pulling back he smirked, "Want something?"

Glaring at him, she said, "Yes… you inside me."

The shocked look on his face was real. "What did you just say?"

"You heard me," she growled pressing up with her hips.

"Yes, I did," he said crossing her arm over her head and grabbing it with his other hand, before lifting off her. Lying next to her, he laid his right leg over her left keeping her completely in his control. His free hand moved to the top button of her jeans. Slowly he slipped the top button free, then the next. Her breathing changed growing shallow as he gently slid his hand into her panties. "Say it," he said stopping the downward movement of his hand. He grinned when he heard her swear quietly.

"Boys are mean," she pouted

"Horrible," he agreed, making small circular motions with his fingertips keeping her focused on the exact position of his hand.

Watching him carefully, she tried to figure out how to get what she wanted without giving in. The problem was her mind kept drifting to the sensual way he was touching her. Something about him was telling her to hold back, not to give in but she couldn't quite place why. Then she saw the slight tension in his jaw and realized he was having a difficult time not giving her what she wanted.

He saw a spark of recognition in her eyes and narrowed his, not liking the way her body sudden relaxed under him. Continuing to stroke her lightly, he dipped lower grinning, as the spark died, her eyes glazing over. Her lips parted, and her breathing grew ragged. Leaning in he whispered into her ear, "All you have to do is say my name and I'll take you over the edge."

Moaning her hips lifted involuntarily pressing up against his hand. She turned her face and buried it into his neck inhaling his scent. Her lip pressed softly against his skin and she felt his pulse racing realizing she wasn't completely helpless. She was affecting him as much as he was affecting her. "You want to touch me, she purred don't you? Feel the way you make me tremble as your hands stroke my body. You ache for it."

Oh god, he thought don't listen… don't listen. Instead, he tried to name diseases alphabetically but she didn't stop and her husky voice kept pushing viable options out of his head. He got stuck at the letter C. Come on he thought millions of diseases start with the letter C, think Greg think… Ha, he mental shouted Crones… Crones it starts with C.

"Crones?"

Oops, he though was that out loud. "Huh?"

"You said Crones."

"No I didn't."

She started giggled. "Yes you did. Were you trying to ignore me?"

"What? No… No of course not."

"You want me… you want to touch me… you can not help yourself," she sang at him.

He started laughing, "That is so not attractive."

"And Crones is?" she asked laughing.

"That was kind of the point Allison."

"I win," she exclaimed. "You said my name."

"That doesn't count," he grumped.

"Oh… yes it does."

"Say it again… My bitch," she laughed.

Letting go of her hand, he started tickling her. "My bitch? I don't think so. I'm not the one sitting on the bitch seat."

Screaming she tried to crawl away from him. She only made it a few inches away when he tackled her. Lying on her stomach, she tried to keep pulling herself forward with her hands, but he was too heavy.

He pushed his hand into her hair lifting it away from her neck, and bit down on the back of her neck. She moaned loudly as he soothed away the bite with a kiss his lips gently brushing down her neck. "Say my name," he whispered.

This time there was need in his voice setting her on fire. Clutching the bedspread, she pressed her cheek into the mattress. Breathlessly she whispered his name giving in to his need, and into her own.

Lifting off her, he pulled her into his arms pressing her back against his chest. Pressing his face into her hair, he inhaled deeply taking in her scent. "God, he breathed I love the way you smell."

She pulled his hand up to her face and kissed his palm, before slipping his finger into her mouth and gently sucking. Nibbling on the tip she said, "I love the way you taste."

This elicited a groan from him, his hand slipped out of her grasp and back down the front of her panties seeking the heat of her arousal. His breath labored against her neck his body responding to the small whimpers from her as she pressed into his hand. He moved with her as she leaned forward into the mattress keeping their bodies connected. Her hips unconsciously sought a counter to his strokes. He lifted her shirt and pressed his hand flat against her stomach feeling a shudder roll through her as she began to tremble against him.

Her hand shook as she weakly pulled on his wrist. "Wait," she said trying to catch her breath.

He stopped his gently assault on her. "What's wrong?" he asked concern evident in his voice. Removing his hand, he pressed it on the bed in front of her hip, trying to slow his own breathing down.

Turning in his arms, she reached up and pulled his face down, plunging her tongue into his mouth. Pushing him over on his back, she crawled on top of him. "More," she gasped pulling back so she could look into his eyes.

Her desperation and need was almost too much for him. The ache in the pit of his stomach radiated through him, capturing her mouth he pressed forcefully against her lips, his hands slipping over her hips pushing down her jeans.

Unable to wait she sat back quickly discarding her clothes her shirt frantically tossed over the bed, the rest of her clothes following closely behind. While she was ripping her clothes off herself, he slipped his jeans and boxers off tossing them over the edge. His jeans had barley hit the floor when she gripped him and slid down pulling him into her. She sighed shakily as her hips met his, and she fell limp over him for a moment her sweaty forehead rest on his chest. Pushing her hands under his shoulders, she held tightly to him.

He heard the relief in the way she sighed, and smiled wrapping his arms around her. His heart rate leveled out with her securely clasped against him, and he was intrigued to find that the desperation they were feeling moments ago was slipping away but not the intensity or desire for each other.

She laughed quietly pressing her cheek to his chest. "I can't let go of you."

"I don't think that a problem for now," he said squeezing her tighter. "But people might suspect were together, if I'm carrying you around with me through the hospital corridors."

"Not if you look really annoyed about it," she said lightly.

"Good, plan, he chuckled. Nobody will suspect a thing," he said suddenly flipping over pressing her into bed.

She squeaked in surprise and started giggling still holding tightly to him. Her laughter died as his lips pressed softly against hers, urging them apart. Opening to him, she moaned as he swept his tongue into her mouth.

Reaching back, he hooked his arm under her knee and drew it up his side as he rocked his hips forward plunging deeper into her. Her head fell back as she arched up pressing her hips into his as he rocked into her. Their rhythm grew frantic quickly, each unable to hold back their bodies slamming against the other. When she cried out her body began to convulse and her nails bit into his back, the sudden contractions of her body sent shocks through him. Steeling his jaw, he fought back the urge to let go until he was sure he brought her all the way over. His body realized she was climaxing seconds before it registered consciously and took over control, spilling into her.

She caught him as he fell heavily on her his body racked with spasms. Her legs wrapped tightly around him and her hands stroked through his hair. Gripping the bedspread next to her head, he groaned pressing his face into her neck. Her body sent small jolts through her in reaction to the jerking motion of his body. Closing her eyes, she marveled at the feel of him inside her. This though intensified the jolts, and to her amazement set off another orgasm. Crying out her hands clutched at him, pulling him closer as her body shook violently against him.

He felt the next wave hit her, just as she emitted a tired sob of surprise. Pushing his hands under her back he rolled them on their sides his hand slipping down to the small of her back pressing her against him. Holding her head to his chest he softy rocked her like a child as her exhausted body sent her into convulsions. When she collapsed against him, he held her still against him, listening to her breathing slow.

Lying on the bed drenched in sweat, he held her, as the sun hit the horizon bathing the room in a warm red glow. Keeping one arm around her, he rolled onto his back and reached over taking his pills off the nightstand. Shaking one out, he set the bottle back on the nightstand and swallowed it relaxing back in the bed. She moved cuddling back against him her arm resting on his stomach her head in the crook of his shoulder.

"Hungry?" she asked rubbing her hand over his stomach.

Yawning, he said "Of course."

"Maybe… we should go out before I go home?"

Entwining his fingers with hers, he stilled her hand on his stomach, "Home?"

"Mm hmm… I have to go sometime and with work tomorrow…"

"I haven't cleared you for work."

"Greg."

"What?" There was irritation in his voice but he didn't care. He didn't want her to leave, but he didn't want to have to ask her to stay either.

She quickly translated his words into House, and new he was upset she wanted to leave, which she didn't. Quietly she said, "I'm afraid."

His voice was gently now. "About?"

"I'm not much of a liar… and I'm afraid if I go from your bed to the hospital I'll give us away."

"Think it'll make a difference next week, because you'll be going from my bed to work eventually."

She shrugged. "I don't know. At least we'll have a better understanding of how we'll interact at work."

"Well that's not hard. I yell and push the three of you around. The three of you give me looks of disgust and irritation with a dash of adoration and tolerance from you, and then dutifully go about doing my wise bidding."

She started laughing. "You really see us that way? Bowing down to the great and powerful OZ?"

"What you don't?"

"No," she scoffed.

"Come on its ok to admit."

"What? That you don't require group participation to maintain your delusions of grandeur," she laughed.

"Fine, you're right you're all snot nose little brats that love to go off half cocked just to defy me. Better?" he asked grabbing the other pillow and sticking it under his head.

"No, she said nudging him with her body, it's not. Fortunately that smart mouth of yours is one of the reasons I love you."

"Good girls do love the bad boys; want me to go put my leather jacket on?"

She giggled, "Just the jacket?"

"No, that would look silly. I have sun glasses that go with the jacket."

"Mm nice, she said rolling off the bed, sounds good."

Pushing the pillows up, he sat up against the headboard. "Where are you going?"

She didn't answer him, but a moment later, she walked back through the bedroom door in his leather jacket. It was zipped halfway up, her hair a mass of tousled waves falling over her shoulders, an impish grin on her face. Opening the closet door she took out a pair of her spiked black heels and slipped into them. "Well?" she asked sticking her hands in the pockets.

He leaned over and flipped the lamp on. "Um…" was all he could think of to say. His body however had plenty of things to say for him.

"Why thank you," she said smirking walking over to the bed.

Leaving the heels on, she climbed on the bed, straddling him. Cupping the back of her head he pulled her down to him, his lips capturing hers, his hand slipped up her inner thigh, his fingers stroking her lightly. "You're beautiful," he said tilting her head back and kissing her throat. His other hand dipped under his jacket his thumb gently caressing below her navel as he took hold of her hip. Her nails bit into his biceps, as his light stroking deepened.

"Greg," she breathed her voice trembling, her forehead falling to his shoulder.

Pressing his cheek to the side of her head he turned towards her, "I'm here," he whispered his other hand moving to her hip. "Come here," he said guiding her body as he slipped inside her.

Her head fell back, as he filled her, a small groan escaping as he tilted her pelvis, rolling his hips hitting just the right angle. Slowly opening her eyes, she stroked his cheek, her fingertips brushing over his lips. "Do you know what you do to me?" she asked softly gasping arching forward as his fingers trailed from the hollow of her throat to the zipper.

He nodded staring into her eyes as he lowered the zipper unclasping the front of the jacket. Slipping the shoulders of his jacket down to the crook of her arms, he exposed her breasts. Cupping them in his hand, he brushed his thumbs over her nipples. He watched her eyes glaze over as his fingertips feathered over her skin. Her eyelids grew heavy; tilting her head back, she struggled to maintained eye contact with him. He smiled tenderly watching her eyes flutter and close as he leaned forward, taking her breast into his mouth, his tongue caressed lightly over her nipple before sucking it gently into his mouth.

"God," she breathed her hands cupping the back of his head. Pulling his face up, she ran her tongue over his bottom lip, teasing his lips apart with the tip of her tongue. Pressing her lips against his, she slipped her tongue just past his lips before pulling back. She nudged his upper lip with her tongue, but held back sighing softly into his mouth.

Grunting in frustration, he grabbed the back of her head and thrust up with his hips, plunging his tongue into her mouth. He moaned in satisfaction as she sucked his tongue into her mouth and rolled her hips meeting his slow deep thrusts.

Leaning into him, she pushed her arms under his and around to his back, cupping his shoulder blades. Pressing her face into his neck, she exhaled her nails biting into his back. "Faster," she whispered pressing her hips down to meet his upward thrust.

The hair on the back of his neck stood up and his body went white hot, as her sensual growl vibrated against his neck. Pressing his hands into the mattress next to him, he used the added leverage to increase the pace. The muscles in his arms flexed as he pushed up lifting them both off the mattress. An instant before his arms gave out her body went ridge and she collapsed on him shuddering, her teeth sinking into his shoulder, her muscles contracting sharply a moment latter. His mind went blank as his body jerked free of his conscious control and violently emptied into her. Pressing his head back against the headboard, he groaned loudly his jaw locked, his fingers digging into the mattress pulling the bedspread into his fists.

Her body lay heavily on him her breathing slowing as the last shocks passed through her. "That was…" her voice trailed off. She exhaled loudly pressing her forehead against his shoulder.

"Better come up with an adjective before you hurt my feelings," he said amused.

Laughing quietly, she rolled her forehead back and forth, "Can you?" she asked holding one tired arm up.

He pulled her arms out of the sleeves of the jacket, and tossed it on the bed. Rubbing her naked back he asked, "Better?"

"Mm," she said content her arms wrapping back around him.