Sessions 53: Sofa Time
House relaxed on the sofa and watched TV with Sexy Kitty curled up contentedly on his lap. He had started a fire when he got home to warm the apartment. It was frigidly cold out and he knew Cate would be chilled to the bone when she walked though the door. The fire crackled steadily to his left emitting a soothing radiant heat. He missed being able to look directly at the fire with the sofa facing it but he liked the plasma screen directly in front of the sofa so much more. For the sake of Cate's table though, he would sacrifice. Lately, it seemed for the sake of anything Cate wanted, he would sacrifice his set-in-stone ways. He sipped his bourbon letting the liquid do the job of the fireplace inside his stomach as he inched a little further into a comfortable slouched position. He had started dinner a little while ago and it was simmering on the stove waiting for her to come home. She had texted him when she left the hospital and should be here any minute.
After spending the last four days straight with her, he found that he missed her a lot throughout the day today. It was actually the first time they had spent a long stretch of consistent time together since their first date-slash-vacation day in the beginning of their relationship. However, much of this particular stretch of time was spent in utter misery and it was a little like an out of body experience. Not like he actually believed in those, it was just an apt description for what the whole incident felt like. It sort of didn't feel real to him anymore. The rest of the time, however, was much better. After she had given him the morphine, he was able to sleep and finally stop throwing up from detoxing. Whatever bug had attacked his digestive system had been tackled much earlier on in the spewing. It was the detoxing and the insurmountable pain that comes with it that had made him sicker than a dog. He had been through that more times than he cared to admit and each time he thought he could handle it but was sorely mistaken. After he had recovered enough to be able to keep down Vicodin, they were able to spend the rest of the weekend together pleasantly alternating between the couch watching movies or snuggled up in their fabulous bed telling each other stories about their lives as they got to know each other more and more.
He had never believed that he could be as content as he was right now in his life. He had a brief and shining moment with Stacey all those years ago but it paled in comparison to what he shared now with Cate. And that House never believed was possible either. He had thought that Stacey was the love of his life; that he would never be whole again after her. He was thoroughly wrong. Cate had found his long put away heart, enticed it to come out of hiding and thawed the wall of ice he had built around it with her warm unwavering compassion. She filled his emptiness of soul with her love and balanced out his extremities of spirit with her unwavering belief in him. He appreciated her for her humor and her wit and cherished her ability to calm him with a single look from her lovely eyes. He was happy. It was a long time coming but Greg House was finally happy.
He heard keys jingle outside in the hallway followed soon after by the opening of the door. "Oh my god, do I smell dinner?" she asked taking her coat off and putting it in the closet down the hall before hurrying back to him and snuggling up along side him on the couch. She sat carefully to his side avoiding his damaged thigh as if it were second nature to her now and laced her fingers around the back of his neck placing a hello kiss on his lips. Sexy Kitty moaned in irritation at being jostled around but then replaced her chin on his thigh with a purr. "So, what's the occasion?"
He shrugged and ran his hand up and down her back in soothing circles. "Just felt like cooking."
She murmured in silent appreciation. "Well, it smells incredible. What is it?"
"Chicken cacciatore," he told her with a smile.
She grinned back at him. "From Giada?"
He gave her a lopsided grin. "I downloaded the recipe at work today. And then went shopping." One of the things they had gotten sucked into on TV was a series of cooking shows on the Food Network. Though he would never admit that to anyone even if under the severest of torture. They had specifically liked what Giada diLaurentis was making but neither of them thought it'd be a wise idea to have Italian food so soon after a stomach virus. But, tonight was a different story.
She giggled with anticipation. "Ooo, I'm so excited."
He kissed her sweetly on the lips and then patted his hand on her butt. "Go get changed so we can eat. I'm starving."
"Okay, " she said tearing herself away from him with a sigh.
A short time and a trip to the bathroom later she padded back into the living room wearing his Who T-shirt and a pair of his pajama bottoms. A smile tipped at the corners of his mouth as he watched her come back to him. He loved it when she wore his cloths to sleep in. It was so much sexier than any kind if lingerie she could have put on. As fun as that stuff could be, the look of her in his clothes made his heart race. There was something ridiculously possessive about it but he didn't care. She was his. If they were in high school he might have even given her his varsity jacket and class ring. God, where the hell did that come from? He had to stop hanging out with teenage cheerleaders…
She hopped onto the sofa and tucked her bare feet under her butt. And he reached under and pulled one of her feet out. "Hey…" she complained with a giggle as she tipped backward.
"Where are your socks?" he demanded.
"It's toasty warm in here, it feels nice, " she said running her foot down the length of his leg. "How come you're not in jammies yet?"
"That's not an answer to my question and don't think you can distract me by rubbing your sexy little feet on me, " he said.
"Oh no?" she said with a sly little smile. "What if I do this?" She rose to her knees and leaned over his shoulder. She breathed into his ear and traced a delicate finger along the outer curve of his earlobe, down his neck, under his t-shirt collar and back up his throat, over his chin, to his lips. His pulse beat steadily in his neck and he caught her finger between his teeth biting down gently but with a little pressure to halt her progress. "Are you distracted yet?" she asked in a throaty voice.
"Uh uh, " he murmured. He threw the cat from his lap earning a disgruntled hiss from his furry girlfriend. He was much more into what he real girlfriend had in mind.
She leaned in closer and he could smell to faint scent of her perfume lingering on her skin. "How about this, " she teased taking her soft lips down the same path trailing hot kisses down his neck and up his throat. "And you didn't answer me either… How come you're not in jammies yet?" Her lips stopped just below his and she stuck the tip of her tongue out to deftly outline the shape of his lips. Persuaded by her teasing, he ran his hands up her arms to trail over her slim shoulders and down her flat back making large soothing circles against the fabric of his t-shirt on her body.
Dipping his tongue into the soft recesses of her mouth he said, "I came home… and immediately slaved… over a hot… stove… for you." He kissed her once thoroughly and she moaned in the back of her throat. Pulling his lips away from her, he said, "I didn't have time to change."
"Well maybe we can remedy that, "she hummed a little sigh over his lips and threw her leg over his lap straddling his hips with her thighs. Her hand came to both sides of his face and she dipped her tongue into his mouth once more as he let out a groan when his hands cupped the fullest part of her ass. He could feel through the thin fabric that she had no underwear on underneath the pajama bottoms and the notion of that excited him more than her just wearing his clothes. The thought of dinner completely disappear and was replaced by a new hunger as she ran her fingers underneath his shirt raking her nails teasingly over his chest down to his stomach to pull impatiently at the hem of his t-shirt. He reluctantly released his hands from her setting her down fully onto his hips and let her drag the shirt over his head. She brought her lips to his again and kissed him deeper. Her hips rocked into him rubbing enticingly over him sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him. He let out an animalistic groan and pulled her closer to him crushing her breasts against his chest.
Suddenly aware that he no longer wanted her in his shirt, he needed to feel her skin on his. With a sense of urgency, he pulled the t-shirt up and over her head exposing her beautiful full breasts to him in the dim amber light from the fire. She was exquisite. Soft and full, rosy pink tipped perfection. He stared openly admiring for the first time what his hands had ventured to discover way before his eyes ever did. Her velvety dark eyes caught fire as a slow smile stole over her lips, the curtain of her hair cascading over her shoulders tickling the tips of her breasts into budded peaks. He ran his flattened palm from her neck down the valley between her breasts reveling in the softness of her creamy skin. He brought both hands to gently cup the suppleness of her breasts, pinching the budded peaks of her nipples between his fingers eliciting a throaty moan from her and an urgent grind of her hips against his rock hard erection. He gasped as she undulated over him placing her hands firmly on his chest for leverage. His breath became ragged as he watched her move seductively above him falling into the rhythm of her hips. He slid his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her to him crushing her lips to his in a kiss that was no longer gentle but full of aching need.
With the strength of his arms he pulled her tightly to him and flipped her onto her back against the cushions of the sofa. Se let out a gasp of surprise at the swift motion but then settled in with a sexy purr as he shifted her hips under him. He trailed hot kisses down the elegant curve of her neck to her collar bone before dipping lower to take one taught nipple into his mouth teasing it with a flick of his tongue. The delicate scent of her perfume teased his senses reminding him of how much he loved the smell of her skin. She arched up against him with a moan of pleasure threading her fingers through the back of his hair urging him, pleading with him to simultaneously stop and yet continue the exquisite torture. Her fingers conveying the need that her mind could no longer form.
They had both waited so long for this moment to arrive. Their hands roamed, curving over surfaces they so longed to touch. Their lips moved in silent rhythm joining gracefully in a dance of hot slick tongues. Each touch, each kiss awakening a new desire and new need to be sated. Their chests rose and fell in tandem, their breath comingling, becoming one. House had never wanted a woman so badly in his life. He thought he might explode with desire before he even came close to entering her.
Slowly he moved his hand down the taught muscles of her stomach to the waist band of his pants she wore. He slipped his fingers underneath the elastic edge curling them around the curve of her hip to cradle her soft full ass against his palm. A distant sound penetrated the haze of their lovemaking and he lifted his head to look into her eyes. Did she hear it too?
She froze, her whole body going stiff underneath him. Yup, he wasn't imagining it. She heard it too.
"What the fuck?" he ground out between his teeth. Someone was knocking on the door.
She let out a frustrated whimper and dropped her head back against the leather of the couch. "No, no, no…!"
The door knocked louder and more intently. He let out a feral growl. He was going to kill someone. Actually commit homicide. He leaned his forehead against her collarbone in a useless act of penance. "Maybe they'll go away, " he whispered to her desperately.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and ran her hands over his face. Her pout of disappointment nearly undid him.
The knocking became more insistent. "Go away, nobody's home" he yelled angrily.
"Gregory, it's your mother!"
