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Chapter Twenty-Nine: Dessert or Dinner First?
A/N- Just want to give a quick shout out to one of my readers! Julian! I'm glad you're enjoying the fic, and trust me, your English is beautiful. I wish I could respond to you in Greek, but my grasp of the language consists entirely of root words and medical terminology! But I hope you enjoy this chapter just as much as the last!-Andi
Allison checked herself in the mirror again, making sure that she had hidden the hickey completely before she proceeded with the rest of her make-up. Satisfied that it would not peak through the layers of blended foundation, concealer, and other miscellaneous cover ups, Allison proceeded to put on the rest of her make-up.
She heard the apartment door slam as House came home from work. "You back?" He called down the dark hallway.
"Yeah, I'm getting ready." Allison called back from the bathroom.
House came into the bedroom and leaned in the bathroom's doorframe that connected to their room. "Already?" He asked.
"Well," she turned and glared at him, "I had to get an early start because someone decided to brand me." She gestured to the vanished hickey.
"You look beautiful." House pushed off from the doorframe and leaned his cane against the bathroom counter. He fingered her robe which hid whatever may or may not be underneath the thin fabric. "Mind if I have a sneak peak?" He teased, giving the opening a slight tug. Allison smacked his hand. "OW!"
"Our reservation is at eight." Allison reminded him, "Plus it's Valentine's Day, so we're going to have one hell of a time parking let alone getting there."
House sighed, though he agreed with her, he didn't want to admit that she had a point. "Right, right." He rolled his eyes. "Where's your dress?" He asked, glancing back and looking around the bedroom.
"Hanging up." She replied, now using her foundation for its original purpose on her face. "And I bought a suit for you. That grey one is not gonna cut it tonight, mister." She gave him a cheeky smile.
House grunted and saw the suit she'd bought him, lying on the bed. Kane was staring at it with annoyance, more than likely having already been scolded for jumping up near it. With another eye roll, House left to go catch some quality Tv time before he was forced to get ready.
Allison looked at her reflection, trying to figure out how exactly she wanted to get her make-up to look. The last thing she needed was black smudges all over her face because she couldn't get her eyeliner right the first time. Sighing, the woman went to work, carefully applying her mascara and eyeliner so as not to have to fix it.
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House was sitting, waiting, watching tv, anticipating the moment when Allison would start yelling for him to get dressed for dinner. He could hear her in the bathroom still, and part of him wanted to try and sneak into the closet just to see what her dress looked like. However, he was well aware of Allison's ability to know when he was up to something, so he didn't even try and figure out a way of getting passed her. He'd just have to do his least favorite thing in the world, wait.
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"Greg!" Allison called, "Greg, start getting dressed, I'm almost done with my hair!" She heard House grumble his way into the bedroom, and glanced at him around the doorframe to see him looking at the suit she'd gotten him.
"Ally," he whined when he got to the tie, "the knot keeps twisting."
Allison sighed and set down her hair curler, and looked at him with a slight giggle before coming to his rescue. Soon she'd straitened his tie, and the knot was resting properly in place. House looked in the mirror and rolled his eyes. He'd never understand why women could figure the damn things out and he couldn't.
"How much longer are you going to be?" House asked, tying his dress shoes.
Allison took her hair into account. "Another fifteen minutes." She finally replied, spritzing her hair with more spray. "Go watch Tv, I'll be out in a bit." She promised, leaning out the door frame and giving him a quick kiss. "And thank you for the credit card. I swear I didn't go crazy. It's on the night stand." And with that, she disappeared back into the bathroom.
House laughed as he turned and grabbed his credit card, shoving it back into his wallet before leaving for the living room. Part of him wanted to not close the door all the way and spy on her getting dressed, but, again, he knew she'd suspect that.
With a slightly annoyed sigh, House flopped back onto the couch, and watched Animal Planet as he waited once again.
He didn't have to wait long. Soon Allison was coming out of the bedroom, a long coat to protect her body from the cold, covering her dress. She was placing her earrings in when she reached the front door.
"Where are you going?" House asked as she finished putting in her earrings and reached for her purse.
"Um... To dinner?" Allison tilted her head.
"But I want to see what you're wearing." House pouted, turning off the Tv and walking over to her.
Allison rolled her eyes, "You'll see it at the restaurant." She pointed out.
"Ah, but what if I wanted to see how beautiful you are before everyone else?" He reached out and ran his finger over her cheek, tucking a stay lock of curls behind her ear.
Allison blushed, he could still surprise her with those little comments that made her feel a heat in her stomach, like drinking a fiery whisky. Slowly she undid her coat, letting slide down to her wrists, where it hooked.
A moment passed and House's jaw hung open. "Wow." He finally uttered as he took in the sight of her.
Her dress was a long, red flowing number, the hem trailing to a sudden end just above her knees, but that wasn't what made his jaw flop open. The neckline plummeted between her breasts, stopping just where the sternum ended. The necklace he'd given her for Christmas was nestled safely in the space between her collar bones. In the middle of the dramatic dip of the neckline was a silver bar, clasping the two edges between her breasts before opening once more to expose the skin of the remaining cut of the fabric.
Unable to speak, House twirled his finger to signal her to give him a spin. Allison turned her back to him, a small smile toying at the corners of her mouth. The back was almost completely bare, save the tie around her neck that held up the front and where the dress met all the way around her hips. The deep, crimson fabric clung to her like a glove, accenting every curve and tempting him to skip dinner and dive right into dessert!
"Beautiful?" Allison teased, turning to face him and pulling her coat back on.
House shook his head, "Beyond beautiful. Sultry, gorgeous, awe inspiring." He murmured, leaning in and kissing her freshly painted lips. Allison blushed, "We should get going." He whispered against her mouth.
Nodding, Allison grabbed her purse and they went to the car. It was a long drive when he considered the fact that he had a beautiful woman sitting right beside him, knowing what lay beneath the coat she wore, and what probably didn't lie beneath the dress. He knew for a fact she couldn't be wearing a bra, which made him anticipate undressing her even more. His hand slid from the steering wheel and rested on her thigh. Glancing out of the corner of his eye, House saw her smile before placing her hand over his. He gave her leg a squeeze as they made it into New York, and soon into the city.
The valet took their car and the two walked into the restaurant. House could see the excitement on her face at actually getting a table for Valentine's Day. Pulling out Allison's seat for her, House felt like he was being a cliched example of chivalry, but he quickly realized that Allison was enjoying it, so he didn't mind.
They were left their menues and a waiter came to get their drink orders.
Allison was on the edge of her seat the whole time they ordered their drinks, when they ordered their food, and when House asked for the wine menu and ordered a bottle of Merlot to go with their dinners. It was somewhere between finishing their meal and their plates being cleared that Allison noticed that only one of House's hands was on the table. Trying to act as if she hadn't noticed, Allison let her eyes slowly drift from the lone hand to the flowers off to the side of the center of the table as House paid the check.
He had something in the missing hand, and despite Allison's wishes for it to be a certain something, she knew it wouldn't be a proposal coming from his lips. House may be acting like a hopeless romantic today, but she knew him all too well than to be as cliche as proposing on Valentine's Day. It was unoriginal, uninspired, and completely un-House.
"Ally," she saw House take a deep breath and realized she'd been holding hers, "hold out your hand and close your eyes." He whispered so low that she could barely hear his deep voice.
Allison gulped, he hadn't specified which hand. Shaking slightly, Allison held out her right. Assuming was not something your did with Gregory House and holding out her left would be way too presumptuous.
Closing her eyes, Allison waited, jumping slightly at the next words.
"That's my girl." He murmured, taking her right hand and placing a kiss on it. She felt cool metal encircle his wrist, "Not today." He said. "Open your eyes."
Allison opened her eyes and looked at the bracelet around her wrist. It was platinum like the necklace he'd given her, and the diamonds around it alternated between oval and circler shapes. It accented the necklace she had around her neck perfectly. "Greg." She could only bring herself to whisper. "It's beautiful..." She tried not to cry. With all the mascara she was wearing she'd look like a zebra if she cried.
"Are you ready to go?" He asked softly, smiling at Allison's quick, jerking nod. When they stood together, Allison enveloped him in a tight hug. "I love you." He said quietly in her ear.
"I love you too." She answered in a tight voice, a break catching in her throat.
They went to collect their coats, their hands clasped tightly together until they had to break away to put their coats on. When they waited for the valet to come over with their car, Allison turned to House, her arms raising to encircle his neck as his went about her waist, "Thank you for the best Valentine's Day I've ever had." She murmured before her lips brushed against his. Fire seemed to spring between their mouths as they fused together. A heat washed over her body, and she didn't even notice the valet standing somewhat amused and embarrassed with their car as she intensified the kiss.
The valet cleared his throat politely, his own face reddening a little. Allison managed to look a little flustered, despite her annoyance at being interrupted. "Greg," she said as they got in the car, "I can't make it home." The tone of her voice was husky and didn't hide her intentions at all.
"I guess we'll just have to drive a little faster then." He smirked at her. "Don't worry, I know my short cuts."
Allison barely remembered the ride home, only watching House the whole time. But when he pulled up in front of their apartment building and parked, Allison lunged. Capturing his mouth in a heated kiss, Allison could hardly pull away. Climbing into the driver's seat with him she felt House's arm brace behind her back as she kissed and nipped his lips.
"Ally... We're five ... feet away." He managed to get in between kisses.
Allison pulled away slightly, pouting. She opened the door and crawled off of his lap. Taking his hand, Allison tugged him impatiently towards the door.
"Ally, calm down." House said, even as he pinned her against the wall of the elevator. His mouth went to her neck, and he could taste the make-up that was hiding the hickey he'd given her earlier. Opting to choose the make-up free side of her neck, House pulled her leg over his hip as he ground against her, nipping and suckling the fresh skin of her throat.
Her fingers flew to the front of his shirt, undoing buttons and fumbling with impatience. "Ahn... Greg..." She whimpered when she felt his erection press up against her. The elevator dinged and both stumbled out of the lift, torn between not wanting to take their hands from each other and making it quickly back to the apartment. House barely managed to get the door open as Allison clung to him, hands roaming all over his body needfully.
The door swung open and the lovers made a procession to the bedroom as Allison pulled his suit jacket aside and let it fall to the floor. When the bedroom door opened, Kane gave a slight grunt of annoyance before her wagging tail passed by them and out to the living room.
Allison grabbed both ends of the undone tie around House's neck and pulled him on top of her on the bed. He searched blindly for the lamp switch so he could see Allison as he undressed her body. When it clicked on, and a flickering of the bulb flared into life, House pulled back, panting to look down at her shivering body. Her hands still clasped his tie, beckoning him back to her lips, hunger in her eyes like she'd been denied all day.
"Greg," she whispered huskily against his lips before moving her mouth towards his ear, "give me a minute." She murmured against his ear, that was so close to her mouth now that she couldn't resist giving the lobe a hard nip.
House grunted, not wanting to release her from his hold, but complied despite his want to keep her close. Flopping onto his back, he let Allison get up and saw her nearly run into the bathroom, barely caring to keep the front of her dress up.
One day House was going to have to ask Allison why women always ran off to put on different clothes. He'd almost gotten her out of the ones she was already wearing, and now she was going to put something completely different on? He sighed, but didn't have to wait long before Allison opened the bathroom door. The lamplight gave him the perfect amount of illumination to fully appreciate what she was wearing.
It was a black lace bustier that extended downward to just past her hips, barely covering the tops of her legs. The material was so sheer, he could see the sexy little thong trying to camouflage itself in the black lace. Red, blooming roses were stitched in over sections of the bustier, tattooing the skin beneath.
House rose from the bed, whipping the undone tie from his neck. Allison licked her lips in anticipation as he approached. His hands extended towards her, his palms running down her sides, causing the material to slide against her skin as well. "Ally, you're so beautiful tonight." He murmured before capturing her lips again. Allison leaned against him, pushing him towards the bed, where they toppled once again.
Allison straddled his waist, her hips circling and rolling against the hard bulge she felt pressing up against her core. Her fingers made quick work of the remaining buttons of his dress shirt before letting him sit up and toss it aside before she pulled the white undershirt off as well, letting it pile where quite a few of their clothes had. House flopped back against the mattress, his hands clasping around her hips, pressing her down harder against him.
Letting her hands slide up her body, Allison cupped her breasts as she rocked against House. "Mmm, Greg," she moaned, "wanna feel you inside me." Her words were a hiss in the lamp lit room.
House reached between their gyrating hips and undid his fly, but couldn't resist turning his palm up and rubbing his fingers against her. Through the flimsy fabric of her almost non-existant panties, he could feel the wetness already pooling. She was always so ready for him.
Pushing his pants down his legs a little, House placed his hands back on her hips and prevented her from driving down on his cock. Instead, he slowly lowered her hips and slid his length against the fabric separating his and her bodies from contact.
"Ohh, uhn, Greg, don't tease me like that." She moaned, reaching between them to push the material aside. Still, House wouldn't let her slide down his length. He continued his torturous actions, feeling her juices coat the head of his member. Biting his lip, House thrust upwards, ending the torments at last.
Crying out, Allison froze momentarily, capturing her bottom lip under her teeth. She let her palms fall after a second, to rest on his chest. Changing her angle, she lowered her body closer to his, hands sliding up his chest and resting on either side of his head. A rumbling growl shook House's chest as she pushed herself down on his cock, hips rocking in time with her thrusts.
Tilting his chin upwards, House captured her lips with his. Their lips smashed together as she hurried their movements, unable to restrain herself. Before she could feel her orgasm building it enveloped her completely, making her tear her lips from his as she cried out. House placed his hands on her hips, keeping her movements going as she constricted around his cock like a vice. Teeth gritting, he tumbled over the edge, right behind her.
Collapsing atop her lover, Allison panted and sighed against his shoulder. "Mmm, Happy Valentine's Day." She murmured before falling asleep in his arms.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Ally." He murmured against her hair before following her into sleep.
TBC
A/N- WOOT! Another chapter done! Sorry bout the delays lately, we've been getting hit with storm after storm over here and we even lost power not too long ago! I was so sad! I missed writing for you guys:'( Well, have a great week, I hope to get a lot of JUICY reviews!!!!!!!!:D -Andi
