A/N: Uhm. Sorry. (Or not. Depending on how you take M rated stuff.) RATED M! strongly! This was not planned, trallala, but it just popped in and didn't wanna leave until typed down. Not that I mind… enjoy! (giggle) Of course, it wouldn't be me if I made it all happy-happy-joy-joy.

CHAPTER 13

She does not resist him, she does not fight, he knows that she would lose the fight, and he knows that she knows it too. Yet he doesn't give a damn that he is at an advantage. All he wants is to have her close to him, he is scared he will hurt her, he is hurting her already, he can see it in her eyes, so he lets go of her arms and steps closer, until their bodies touch. She still doesn't push him away, and they are standing there, she shaking under her composure, he totally out of control and wistful. He steps even closer, he is so tight against her now that he can feel her thighs pressed to his, and he also feels his desire grow, oh how he craves her. She is like a balm to all his pain: he has forgotten about his leg, about his headache, about his misery. When their lips meet he starts trembling from the power that is gathering inside his body, longing to erupt.

Her small hands touch his chest, slide across it, then down to his waist, and pull his shirt out, so she can feel his bare skin. Oh, she knows she is his, whatever he did, whatever he will do, she knows it is her fate to love him, he needs her so much, she feels his shaking body pressed tight against hers, she hears his skin and arms and legs and tongue and his every cell beg to be close to her.

He doesn't dare kiss her the rough way, her lips are so soft and he knows he is callous and scraggy. He tastes her lips, slowly parting to allow his tongue in, god he has to have her or he will die, his arms encircle her gently, as he kisses her without stop, he feels her warm palms on his back, her tongue in his mouth, kindling his desire with its every move. His hand slowly moves up to the back of her head, gently caressing her velvety hair, holding her head and kissing her harder. She kisses him back, her hands still on his back, her fingers pressing into his skin. He is breathing through her mouth, he cannot pull away from her, he needs her to stay alive, so he embraces her tighter, slides his tongue into her mouth and when she lets out a muffled moan he feels so stiff it hurts. Her hands travel lower, to his buttocks, and she pulls his hips closer to hers, rubbing gently against his body.

He can't take it any longer. He drops to his knees and pulls her down to the floor. She lies there panting as he pushes her shirt up, with her bra. He is close to the edge already, but feels a great impulse to make her as happy as he can. He stoops down and licks her skin just between her breasts, while he pushes the clothes above her head, then throws them far away. Her eyes are full of lust and love, she is so beautiful she takes his breath away. He starts kissing her left breast, then takes her nipple in his mouth and writes tiny circles around it with his tongue. She is panting and wiggling under his weight and it feels so good he can hardly control himself. He unbuttons her pants and jerks them off her, then her panties, and almost falls on her, he wants her so much, but instead, he kisses the insides of her thighs, already wet, then he pushes his tongue inside her, deep, tasting her, licking her, feeling her shake in his hands. Her moans make him ache inside his pants, but he keeps going, enjoying the sight of her perfect body move in ecstacy. She wants to pull away from him but he doesn't let her, he keeps licking her until her body turns into endless ripples of delight, and he kisses her gently there, placing her down to rest. He is also tired, but just a little, and the sight of her having an orgasm makes him exhilarated.

He lies down next to her, holding her hand in silence. She doesn't rest much, she sits up and frees him of his clothes rather fast. Her lips feel like kisses of fire, purging him from all evil, she is all over him, and then takes him into her mouth and he closes his eyes, wondering if he will last at all. He forces himself to hold back, enjoying her warmth, her lips and her tongue licking him all the way.

He sits up and pushes her away, he is so close he has to think of something completely unsexy, like, his aunt Josephine's hairnet. He chuckles to himself for a minute or so, then presses her flat on her back and settles himself above her. God she is beautiful, her eyes desire and love and craving. He feels her hand grabbing him and teasing him, rubbing his tip into her wet warmth. Her lips part and she lets out a gasp as he enters her slowly, filling her up completely. Her legs encircle his waist and her hands press his hips even closer, but he pulls out slightly, then slides back in, slowly, then he starts moving out of her and back in, as her hands lose their grip and her moans get louder again. He pushes her arms above her head and as he kisses her, he erupts into her with a beastly groan, and she lifts up her hips and makes tiny moves, pushing and rubbing against him, and she comes again, a teardrop lazily trickling down on her cheek. He drops onto her, totally spent, shaking, out of breath.

He lies next to her, so happy it scares him. He wonders what she thinks of, but doesn't dare ask. Sexual fulfillment is one thing, but he is not entirely sure he undid all the harm he had caused.

She stares at the ceiling, beyond herself with emotions. Ok, so sex is good with him. Very good. But she cannot base her feelings on this one aspect. Her trust had long been abused, and she is afraid to let herself go completely. He acted like a criminal, he lied, he kept a horrible thing secret from her, he used her. He might have used her again. And he might use her anytime. Because she is such a sucker for this imperfect human being called Gregory House.

She sits up, suddenly cold and lonely. The man next to her is a stranger, someone she cannot trust just yet. At least, this is what her one half is saying. The other half wants to cling to his body and be his forever. What happened to the fate theory? She despises her inconsistent nature, but she is too afraid to make a decision.

-So… to answer your question… -he chuckles into the silence -… yes, you were.

She freezes and her heart stops beating. All her doubts are cleared away, and all her questions answered. Her decision is so simple to make. As she stares at her floor carpet, and the stain on it from last year's party, she slowly starts floating away, she doesn't care where, until she is mentally miles away from the throbbing human being lying next to her.