Disclaimer: The Characters from House M.D. aren't my property
"What?" he asked.
"My key is at James'." She suddenly remembered.
"Landlord." He suggested.
"It's past midnight." She groaned genuinely.
After a long silence, "You can stay in my guest room and get it in the morning." He suggested honestly not wanting to drive all the way to Wilson's now.
"Thanks." She said. The shyness she usually suppressed returning at the thought of spending the night at House's place.
When they got back to his place he told her to lock the door and went to get her a t-shirt to sleep in. He brought her shirt with a picture of the Death Star on it.
"Lovely." She said with a grin.
"Wanna sleep without it? Oh on that thought give it back." He said but she turned to go get changed.
She came back into the hall after having changed out of her skirt and top putting on the t-shirt that skimmed her lower thighs and draped over her now free breasts outlining them a bit.
He froze his eyebrows lifting when she reappeared in the hall. "Thanks for this." She said.
"There are extra toiletries in the bathroom under the sink." He said finally.
"I always knew you were a big softy." She said in response to his matter of fact if not distant tone and went to use the bathroom.
When she had gone he closed his eyes reaching down to give his hard on a soothing stroke. Christ he could not just get an erection because Wilson's sister was wearing his shirt and practically just his shirt. She was gorgeous and was not a kid anymore by any standards.
The next morning House was wearing a towel using one hand to brace against the counter and the other to brush his teeth when the door opened.
Sarah stood there in his shirt holding a towel and just stared at him.
The muscles in his arm flexed as he used it to hold up his body giving his leg a break. His bare chest was broad and dusted with dark hairs and his stomach flat with more hair trailing into the towel.
She couldn't tear her gaze away. She wasn't sure how long they both stood there silently. He rinsed and spit she didn't move. She fisted her hands as she felt them get itchy and achy marking the beginning of her physical symptoms of desire.
House wiped his mouth and turned to her, her nipples now clearly puckered against the t-shirt for him to see. Her breathing slow and her hands tense. He knew what that all meant. He walked to stand in front of her and when her eyes shut his hand traced up her thigh under the shirt and toward her center. His fingers slipped past her panties and her body quivered and he felt her squeeze her thighs together as he explored her wet outer lips. Then as if her moan was his link to sanity he pulled back and walked out of the doorway leaving the bathroom for her.
"Greg." She said.
"I'm leaving in 25 minutes so be ready if you don't want to walk." He said closing his bedroom door.
She closed the bathroom door and leaned her head against it for a moment before rushing to get ready.
She was following him out the door 20 minutes later and neither of them had spoken. The whole drive remained silent.