Title: Contagious

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Where oh Where?

"You're sure you don't want me to go with you?" House asked Allison, struggling to keep her from pulling her jeans on as he planted kisses on each bit of flesh as it began to cover up. Allison rolled her eyes at him.

"It's bad luck to see the wedding dress before the wedding." Allison chastised, giving her pants another firm tug and vanishing the rest of her hips from his wandering mouth. "I'll see you later."

"But," House pouted, grabbing her around the waist and tugging her back onto his lap, shifting his perch on their bed, "you'll be all alone!" He rubbed his cheek against her sternum.

"No I won't. Lolie's meeting me up." Allison rose from his lap. Giving her fiance a final kiss before leaving, Allison walked out the door feeling guilty.

It was difficult being with House lately. She knew that he hadn't recovered from his mother's death yet, but he acted like it had never happened. After waking up the next morning he had been Dr. House once again. Part of her was wondering if he was repressing his emotions because of her and how she had responded to his tears that day. Another part of her wondered if it was just because of her in general. Did her lover feel like he couldn't feel prolonged pain around her, just so she wouldn't have to deal with the emotional turmoil?

With a heavy feeling in her heart, Allison got in her car and headed towards the train station to take her to New York, and to her sister-in-law.

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"Hey, little sister!" Lolie enveloped her sister in a big hug when she appeared in the store. However, she quickly withdrew at Allison's lackluster embrace. "What's wrong?" She asked gently.

Allison broke into tears, not a common thing for her to do in front of anyone, especially her sister-in-law. "Greg." She choked through her clenched throat.

Lolie wrapped an arm around Allison's shoulder and led her to a nearby sofa. "What happened?" She cooed carefully.

"His mother passed away this week." Allison sniffled. "And he's not coping with it. He's just repressing."

Shaking her head solemnly, Lolie gave her sister a soft squeeze. "Honey, it's okay." She cooed once more for reassurance. "I'm sure it's just because he doesn't want to worry you."

"It worries me more that he's not dealing with it."

"I'm sure that he is in his own way." Lolie replied with a gentle smile. "You weren't very emotional when your grandfather passed away." She reminded. "Everyone was worried about you too, but we understood that you were just dealing with it quietly and in your own way."

Allison nodded, brushing away her tears. "But I had people who loved me around."

"And so does Greg. He has you! Remember?" She gave her sister a playful nudge. "He knows that you love him, and that's why he's not hurting when you're around him."

Nodding again, Allison realized how House had been clinging to her the last week. How he had tried everything within his power, even delving so far as to try dragging her into an early morning romp to keep her with him longer. Even offering to go shopping with her, which she knew he detested.

With a sigh, Allison looked at her big sister. It seemed those closest to her always knew what to say to calm her down and come to realizations she refused to accept without their input.

"Are you ready to find your dream wedding dress now?" Lolie grinned at her.

Allison nodded.

"Good, because it's hard to do that when you're wallowing." She teased.

"I wasn't wallowing." Allison pouted playfully as they stood and went to peruse the store.

"Uh huh... Oooh, this one's pretty!" Lolie gestured to a sleeveless, form fitting dress.

"I'll freeze to death!" Allison made a face. "I don't want to spend my honeymoon with a cold."

Lolie laughed and they went on in search of Allison's gown.

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"Where's your dress?" House yawned when the door opened and Allison returned.

"I didn't find one." Allison lamented, flopping onto the couch next to her fiance. She curled against him. "Greg, I only have three and a half months to find a dress and get it fitted!"

"Sh, you'll find one." He assured, curling his arm around her shoulder.

"How are you doing?" Allison asked softly.

"Fine, why?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow at her.

Allison shrugged, "Just wondering."

"Ally, I'm fine." He pulled her closer so that she was almost in his lap. "I know you've been worried about me all week." He told her, bracing his chin on top of her head. "But you shouldn't be."

Allison nodded, hugging him tightly. "I know that now. I know you're coping in your own way." She murmured.

House planted a kiss on her crown. "You know me, Ally."

"I know." She sighed, stretching out her legs, which were aching from her frantic search for a dress. She sighed, turning slightly in his arms, "I can't believe we're getting married soon." She changed the subject. "I can't wait for our honeymoon." She beamed excitedly.

"Why? We'll be doing exactly what we do living in sin." He teased, giving her rear a small pat.

"But we'll be married and in.. Oh wait, that's right." She glared at her fiance. "You still haven't told me where we're going!"

House laughed, "I told you, it's a surprise." He laughed harder at her look.

"Can we play 20 questions over it?" She quirked an eyebrow.

"Five questions. There's only so many places worth going to." He replied stoically, staring at the Tv screen.

"Fine... Is it tropical?"

"No."

"Will I need a passport to go there?" She asked next.

"Yes."

"Is it..." She thought for a moment, wanting to make her questions count for something. "Is it a big city?"

"Yes."

"Is it in Europe?" She asked carefully.

"Nope."

"Is it..." Allison bit her lip. "Crap." She couldn't think of anything.

"I think that is more a personal judgement." House deadpanned.

"Shut up, I can't think!" She groaned. "Is it in... Australia?"

"Ally, if I wanted anything to do with Australia, I'd set kangaroos loose in the department and lock Chase in there with them."

Allison laughed, but deep down felt defeated. She hadn't figured it out, and now she would spend the next three months suffering in silence trying to trick House into letting on to where they were going!

"Come on." Allison stood up and took House's hand, pulling him up from the couch.

"What are we doing?" House asked as she lead him towards the hallway.

"Practicing." She leered at him suggestively.

"For?"

"Our honeymoon." She said as they reached the bedroom and she pushed him down onto the mattress.

"I'm always up for perfecting my technique." House said as he grabbed her hips and pulled her on top of himself.

With an annoyed bark, Kane jingled out of the room and took refuge beneath the piano.

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"Can I go with you this time?" House asked as Allison dressed the next morning to continue her quest for a wedding dress alone.

With a sigh, Allison thought for a moment, "Sure." She smiled. House grinned and walked with her to the front door.

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House was bored. He was annoyed too.

He was annoyed because the damn lady at the bridal shop had called him the father of the bride.

Although he wasn't one to take such suggestions so personally, it really pissed him off.

"Greg, honey..." Allison poked her head out of the dressing room. "Baby, I need help with lacing this up." She cooed, showing him the loose tie she held in her hand.

Getting up, House went to the dressing room, 'I'll show them. Father of the bride, my ass!'

Taking one look at Allison in the sleeveless, strapless gown, House tilted his head and imagined what she'd look like on their wedding day if she chose it. Of course she'd look beautiful to him no matter what she was wearing. However, when she turned her back to him and showed him the elaborate weave that was holding the back together, his heart nearly stopped.

"Ally, you can't get that."

"Why?" She asked, arching her neck to take in his expression.

"Because I want to fuck you already, and there's no way I'm gonna get that untied quickly enough on our wedding day." He told her.

Turning to face him once again, Allison let the dress drop, leaving herself in nothing but her lacy white panties. "See how easy that was?" She teased.

"It wasn't tied yet." House growled, grabbing her waist and lifting her enough to leave the dress in a white puddle on the floor.

Giggling insanely, Allison wrapped her legs around her fiance's waist, reveling in how strong his leg had become, and how easily he could lift her now, with little hinderance from his leg.

She tried not to moan when he pressed her against the feeble wall of the dressing room, having already come to terms with the fact that she could be down right noisy.

With his arms supporting her weight, Allison reached between their bodies and found his fly. There was something dirty but thrilling about being so naughty in a dressing room in a bridal shop. Releasing him from his constraints, Allison barely had time to shove her panties to the side before he surged forward, claiming her body with his.

Allison bit down on his neck trying to smother the groan in her throat. Her hands flung around his shoulders, hugging him closely to her as she rocked her hips in time with his. She could hear the creaking of the thin dry-wall behind her back as it creaked with their thrusting bodies. Her body clenched at the thought that they could be caught, but it only made her pussy throb harder.

Feeling how wet the scenario was making her, House gripped her ass tightly, trying to lessen the burden of the wall against Allison's back. The last thing he needed was to go crashing through. Placing gentle kisses down her neck, House wondered idly if there would be a dent in the wall where her lower back had been pounded against.

"Greg, baby, I'm gonna come soon." Allison whispered huskily in his ear. House clenched his teeth and rocked harder, feeling the sparks behind his eyes at her words. He was right there with her.

As both choked back their cries, swallowing their moans with one another's lips, there was a pounding on the door.

"Do you need any help?" A saleswoman asked on the other side of the dressing room door.

"N-no!" Allison yelped. "Greg's helping me with it." She called.

There was a moment of silence on the other side of the door, "All right then!" She sounded perky as ever. Apparently her delusion that House was Allison's father kept the saleswoman from believing anything improper was going on behind closed doors.

Still braced against one another, House felt a smirk curling his lips, "I think that I like shopping after all." He said with a small laugh.

Allison giggled a bit as he withdrew entirely from her body, and her legs slid down his sides to support her own weight once more. "Now that was sexy." House rumbled. "I like feeling your legs slide against me like that." His hand traced her naked side.

"We are not going a second round in here." She teased and began to dress. "I don't see anything here that I like." She sighed, picking up the wedding dress and placing it back on the hanger.

"I found something I like." House closed the distance once moren, running his hands up her torso and cupping her breasts through her t-shirt.

"I'm sure you did." Allison turned, breaking his loose hold on her chest. "But right now, we have to find a dress."

House sighed, "I know." He pouted slightly.

Together they left the shop and began walking down the sidewalk, the warm air of late June allowing them to take their time.

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It was a month and a half later when Allison was walking with Kane while chatting away on the phone with Erica. "So, how was the honeymoon?" She asked as she glanced at the stores she was passing. "That's awesome... Thank you so much for inviting us... I'm sorry about Greg... No, I'm sure he didn't mean to compare your mother's appearance to a patient suffering from heavy metal poisoning..." With a nervous laugh, Allison decided to end the conversation before she scared Erica into not appearing at her own wedding. "Well, I got to go, but I'll see you in a couple of months... Thanks... Okay, see you and Marah at the rehearsal dinner." With a sigh, Allison hung up and glanced back at the park she'd be getting married at in a couple of months. With a small smile, Allison looked back to the sidewalk and glanced at the little shop to her left. Looking through the glass display window she saw many unique dresses, begging to be gazed at and hopefully bought. With a contemplative look, Allison thought for another moment before tying Kane to a nearby rail.

"I'll be right back." She promised her loyal dog, giving the perked ears a loving scratch before entering the store.

It was a whim really, that made Allison enter the quaint little shop. She hadn't expected to find anything, but as she quickly perused the store's wares, she found herself stopping suddenly to stare at a gown she'd never laid eyes on before. Or at least never seen in the years that designers had remained in a continuous flow of strapless, sleeveless gowns that made a strait drop to the floor. Staring at the gown longer still, Allison knew it was what she had been seeking. It was unique in comparison to all the gowns she'd seen up until this point. She knew she had to try it on.

Finding the lonely saleswoman of the small shop, Allison was soon in a dressing room. As she took in the sight of herself in the gown, she felt like it had been made for her, and hidden in the last place she would have thought to look.

Without even removing the garment, Allison flew out of the dressing room and found the lone saleswoman, "I WANT IT!" She cried.

TBC

A/N- Hehe, I'm hiding the description of the dress until the wedding day! (I'm so mean!)-Andi