CHAPTER 11

THE RISING STAR

I moved back in with Greg at the end of the month. I told him that we needed to tell his parents about us and he adamantly disagreed.

"Your Mom is going to know. I can't seem to hide anything from her and neither can you."

"We'll call on Tuesdays when she goes to the hairdresser and tell my Dad that you moved back in to save money and to help me save money. He'll believe you. He'll tell Mom and it will be fine."

"You live in a fantasy world Dr. House."

"Well, in my fantasy you're naked and waiting on me hand and foot. Care to make that one come true?"

"I think it already has." I was referring to the fact that when I moved back in I had to clean the house thoroughly and buy groceries. I have to admit that Greg did the laundry and folded it for me.

The next obstacle was Thanksgiving. I wanted Greg to fly home with me but he

wouldn't. He didn't want to face his parents in case the truth came out about us. I was

determined to go. When I arrived everything seemed normal between the Houses and me. They greeted me with hugs, kisses and a desire to know everything about my work at college. I began to relax. I gave his parents a copy of the photo taken at the opera and his father was impressed. "Maggie, you are so beautiful in this photo! Even Greg looks handsome." His mother looked at it, smiled and thanked me.

His mom and I went grocery shopping at the commissary. Between the cereal and jam aisle she stopped the cart. "Now, do you want to tell me what's going on with you and Greg? Why did you really move back in with him?"

"Do you really want the truth or do you want me to lie to you?

"The truth, we'll lie to his father."

"We both realized that we have feelings for each other that the feelings weren't going to go away. They were interfering with my relationship with Steve. Greg, well, he just wanted me with him." I saw the disappointment in her eyes, "Blythe, this isn't a surprise, I've been in love with Greg since I was a child."

"Maggie, that's just it, you were a child when you thought you had fallen in love with him. You're an adult now. Can't you see that Greg doesn't know what he wants yet. Maybe if you had met when you were in your thirties he would be different, but right now, he's still lost."

"I know, I can feel that. But for now, we are good for each other. Please try to

understand."

"You are the most mature 19 year old I have ever met, I think it comes from your childhood, but you are naive if you think this is going to end well."

"You're probably right."

"Oh, and don't say anything to John. He would blame Greg for all of it."

"Do you blame me?"

She looked me straight in the eye, "I think you had a lot to do with it. When it comes to Greg you don't think straight."

"You're right. I did have a lot to do with it. But I have to let it run its course. If I don't, he will haunt me the rest of my life."

"I don't understand any of this. He was a difficult child, he's a difficult man. Why choose him when you could have any man out there is beyond me. Like I told you, I love my son and I want him to be happy, but I don't think he knows how to be happy."

But to some extent, Blythe was wrong. Greg was happy, at least for awhile. We learned the things you learn about each other when you live together. I discovered he likes his showers hot and I like mine warm. We compromised every time we took a shower together. He likes Colgate and I like Crest. He likes gel shaving lotion, Polo cologne and blue shirts. He doesn't put away dishes even when they are clean. He likes British comedies like Faulty Towers. He likes whiskey...single malt, but he couldn't afford that. He liked to do crossword puzzles in the bathroom. Now this drove me nuts. I like to get in and out of the bathroom fast. Not Greg. He likes to sleep on his stomach and he hates clipping his toe nails until I screamed that they were scratching me. Then he would coerce me into clipping them for him.

He was always horny which was wearing me out. He loved to go out for walks. He went skiing with some guys at work and it didn't bother him to leave me at home. He hated Christmas and birthdays because they were "commercialized." I still dragged him out to get a tree.

"Why are we getting a tree if you are going to San Diego for Christmas?"

"Because I want one." I said. He gave me a look like, "and?? "Because I want one!" I yelled at him

"Ok, then you'll have one."

We got one and bought decorations for it. When it was up I felt happy and I guess it showed because even he smiled when we lit it. We took lots of photos including several timed ones that showed Greg or me just getting into the frame and putting a hasty arm around each other. We had sex next to the tree so that I could see the lights when I climaxed.

"You are so strange."

"Well you try it. You can be on bottom and look up."

When we did, he said, "I didn't get the same vibe you did...all I saw was a haze of lights behind your head. Sorry. But it was good sex, does that count?"

"Some people just don't have an imagination."

I flew home for Christmas and brought photos of the two of us. Blythe asked me when we were by ourselves if we were happy.

"I am and I think he is. He laughs a lot and he's doing better at work." I had let it slip and then realized that Blythe didn't know he was having problems. I brought her up to speed.

"It doesn't surprise me."

I missed Greg and he missed me. I called him when his parents were gone.

"When are you coming home again?"

"I'm staying until the 3rd."

"So I have to ring in 1988 by myself. That sucks."

"You could have come with me, you have vacation saved."

"Maybe next year."

I didn't know it but 1988 would be one of the happiest years of my life and 1989 the worst.

I became familiar with his colleagues over the phone. They would call and ask about him switching a shift or something and we would talk briefly. One day the department head called. I felt a knot in my stomach because he rarely called and when he did, it usually pissed Greg off. I knew that Greg and he did not see eye to eye.

"Hello Maggie, is Greg there?"

"No, Tom, he went to get his hair cut."

"Do you know what barber shop?"

"No... is this an emergency?"

"I'm afraid it is. We have a patient that's going downhill fast and we can't figure out what's wrong with him. Greg's good at that. He can usually diagnose someone before the tests are done. I need him to come in right away or I think we'll lose this guy and he's only 20."

I thought to myself, "He's close to my age." I didn't hesitate, "He's usually not long when he gets his hair cut so he should be back soon. I'll give him the message."

"Thanks Maggie. Bye."

I was nervous because Tom sounded nervous. It must have taken everything in the world to put aside his ego and admit that Greg was better at something than him. Greg walked in about five minutes later.

"Tom called, there's a 20 year old patient that they can't figure out what's wrong. He wants you to come in right away, he's dying...he said that you were good at diagnosing and they needed you."

"Too bad."

"What?? You have to go in, you can't let this guy die."

"He has been riding me for the last two weeks and now he needs me to make sure his stats don't go in the toilet. Tough."

I looked at him like he was a monster.

"Maggie May, of course I'm going in, I just needed to rant. Come on, come with me. After I diagnose the kid we can catch a movie."

"You think it will be that easy?"

"It usually is. I don't understand most of these doctors, they can't put two plus two together. Get your stuff together and let's go. Bring a book or something to do just in case."

We took my car because Greg's had been acting up and we didn't want to chance it. We got there and one of the young and beautiful female doctors came up, put her hand on his arm and said, "Oh, thank God you're here. Tom has been going nuts trying to hunt you down. I've been calling Barber shops all over your area. Come on, he's in room 433."

They took off and I wasn't sure what I was suppose to do so I sat down in the waiting area with my text books and tablets. One of the residents I had met at the Halloween party, Joel Anderson, saw me waiting and took pity on me. "Maggie, what are you doing here?

"Waiting for Greg."

"Oh man, House is going to be awhile. His patient is better but there have been some complications. Come with me, I'll put you in the doctor's lounge. There's vending machines and coffee."

I followed him to a lounge with several couches, a bookshelf with paperbacks and games, a television and vending machines. There were also tables and chairs which is where I set up shop. I began to organize my notes and draft my outline for my next essay. I was starting to make headway when I saw Greg's blue eyes in the little window of the door. It opened and I smiled at him.

"I'm just about done. Are you ok?"

"Fine, but how is it going?"

"We managed to diagnose the immediate problem, the one that was causing the organ failure. But now we need to figure out why he still has a rash and is vomiting. I think it's a reaction to the first batch of antibiotics. We'll know in a few minutes."

He was standing by the door but then he danced up to me and reached down and gave me a kiss. I grabbed his hand and kissed the back of it and then he left. He showed up half an hour later and was ready to go. He was wired and excited, like he was on a high. He helped me put my books into my backpack and then he picked it up to carry it for me. It was too late for the movies and so we went out for drinks with some of the Residents.

Joel was holding up a beer in salute to Greg, "House, you were awesome. Poor Tommy boy, he didn't know what hit him...the House tornado...you ran rings around him. You get away with more crap because you're brilliant."

"Yeah, I thought he was going to have apoplexy when you came up with Crimean-Congo hemorrhagic fever. How did you come up with that?" the young brunette, Donna Hall asked.

I was keeping my eye on her. She seemed to preen a lot around Greg and she flattered him whenever she could. She was also very pretty and tall.

"It just fit. I had been reading a journal from Italy and it was featured in it."

"Well, I think you just saved Tommy Boy's butt." Joel said.

House and the rest of them did a post mortem analysis on the whole case, most of which I could not follow. They were all having a great time and enjoying the night.

Greg bought a round of drinks which shocked the entire table. I found out later that Greg was considered the king of cheap and frequently got others to pay for his meals and drinks.

I went to the restroom and when I came out Donna Hall had her mitts on Greg. She had her arm around his waist and was looking deep into his eyes. I walked around so that she couldn't see me, but Greg could. Once he caught site of me he straightened up and tried to pull away, but she kept holding him and talking to him. He was very nervous, looking at her, smiling and acknowledging what she was saying and then looking up at me. I had my head tilted to the side with an amused look on my face. He finally waved for me to come over. I went over and he grabbed me and gave me a very deep kiss which would advertise to anyone that we were together, really together. Donna went back to her stool and sat down with a look of defeat. I was so jazzed. It was an incredibly romantic thing for him to do.

After a couple more drinks, I poured Greg into the car and started the drive home. He was drunk, but then he was a lightweight when it came to hard liquor. "Maggie May, are you happy?"

"Yes Greg, very. What about you?"

"I'm so happy, I'm scared."

"I don't follow honey, what do you mean?"

"Being happy scares me, I don't have control over it. At least when I'm miserable, I can control how miserable I am. But happiness, it feels like it's out of my control. It feels good to be happy but sometimes it makes me miserable because I feel like it can't last."

"Greg, life is a pendulum. If you always felt happy you wouldn't have anything to compare it to and you wouldn't know how good it actually feels. There are going to be good times and bad times, you just have to appreciate both when they come around."

"Appreciate both?"

"I've learned more about life and happiness from the bad times than I ever did in the good times, honey. So, you're happy?"

"Yes. I just solved a case and I'm going home with the woman I love...what could be better than that?"

My heart leapt and I tried to contain my excitement over the fact that he just, in around about way, told me for the first time that he loved me. I was trying not to cry or make a big fuss over it. I knew I could scare him if I said anything.

"Well, we're home."

We got in the door and although he made overtures for having sex, by the time I got back from the bathroom he was dead asleep. I crawled in next to him and watched him sleep. He was so beautiful. I snuggled up so that I could smell him and touch him. It made me feel safe.

CHAPTER 12

HO HUM DAYS

I went back to school after the semester break was over. During my first week of the new semester Professor Perkins sent a note to my class asking me to stop by his office. I traveled across the campus to the older section and the English/Communications faculty offices. I found Professor Perkins's office and knocked on the door. He opened the door and smiled widely.

"Maggie, it's great to see you. How was your break?"

"Great, I went home to San Diego for Christmas."

"I envy you, I once went to San Diego and thought it was paradise...all that sunshine."

"Yeah, it sometimes gets boring. Professor, what did you want to see me about?"

"Come in, sit down." He showed me a chair, "Every year we are asked to put up a name from the juniors for a fellowship to Cambridge University for creative writing and we, that is the English Department, believe you are the best candidate. The fellowship begins the fall after you graduate."

"You mean do a fellowship in Cambridge, New England or Cambridge, England?"

"Peterhouse College, Cambridge University, Cambridge, England."

"Wow. I don't know what to say."

"We're going to put three names up. Yours will be the first and your slot will remain open until the end of your senior year when you will have to give us a yes or no. If it is no, then we ask the next in line and so forth."

"Creative writing?"

"Have you ever given thought to writing as a career?"

"I was going to do law."

"Law school will still be there, this will look good on your resume for the rest of your life. And it will help you get into law school. Only one person gets this scholarship and fellowship each year. For now, just agree to let us put your name forward, you're going to have almost 18 months to make a decision."

"Well, I guess that makes sense. Ok, I guess so. Professor Perkins, thanks so much for your interest and your kindness."

"Maggie, you've earned this. You are the best talent I've seen in years and the rest of the faculty agrees. Your papers are well thought out, creative and well written. You really do deserve this and I am excited for you. You know, I received this fellowship nine years ago and it changed my life. It also let me write my ticket to teach at any University I wanted."

"Well once again, thank you. Really, thank you. If I go, I hope I live up to your expectations." I started to get up to leave.

"Don't worry about that, just live up to your own expectations." He stood up and opened the door for me.

"Thanks, bye."

"Bye Maggie."

I didn't know what to think. Going to Cambridge University to do a fellowship would be a wonderful opportunity to learn a lot about fiction and literature and writing. I hadn't thought about creative writing as a career, but it had been my favorite class, I enjoyed it tremendously. But I would be gone for a year. I couldn't imagine leaving Greg for a year. We had just discovered our feelings for each other. But would I feel that way in 18 months?

I didn't want anyone to know about the offer, I knew that Greg would probably encourage me to go even if he really didn't want me to leave. I just wanted this to be my decision and mine alone.

For the rest of the week I was distracted. I was grateful that it was the beginning of the semester and I wasn't under any pressure. When Friday rolled around I got home and found Greg in bed. He had just finished a 36 hour rotation and was dead on his feet. I pulled down the blinds and closed the door to the bedroom. Around 6:30 p.m. Greg came out in his boxers and plopped down next to me on the couch. He sighed and rubbed his face.

"What are you watching?" he asked.

"America's Most Wanted. I think I saw your photo."

"Did I look good?" he asked.

"Oh baby, you were hot."

"Anything to eat?"

"I have a roast in the oven. It will be done in a few minutes. Do you want something to drink?"

"A beer would be good."

I got up and got him a beer and opened it for him. I went back into the kitchen and put the rolls in the oven. He came into the kitchen and watched me. I took the roast, potatoes, carrots and onions out. I stirred in the water and cornstarch to make the gravy. Once it thickened I poured it into a server and then I pulled the rolls out of the oven.

"Why do you do this?" I asked.

"What?"

"You come in here and just stare at me while I fix a meal."

"It's no big deal." he shook his head no.

"What? Come on tell me."

"I just can't believe that, no matter how tired you are, you do this for me. It's like it's own little ritual and then at the end I get to eat it. What do I do for you?"

"Good question, care to answer that one for me?" I continued to prepare the meal.

"I don't know. I don't make much money right now. I snore. I hate to clean. I don't work on cars. Frankly, I don't know why you stick around?"

"Again, good question...I think we should explore this later. Let's eat." I started dishing out his food.

"I love you Maggie May."

I sat down, took a deep breath and told him, "I love you too Greg House."

He reached over and gave me a quick kiss and then started eating as if there was no tomorrow. Once the ice was broken, Greg told me frequently that he loved me. I received cards and letters and little gifts, all with assurances that he loved me. One night we were in bed just talking and he turned on his pillow and looked at me. "I still don't believe I feel like this. I just can't imagine a day without you in it. Maggie May, promise me you won't leave me."

"I won't leave you Greg, I love you."

"I don't know why. I'm not very lovable."

"Let me be the judge of that." We moved together and fell asleep just holding each other.

Towards the end of February, Greg took me sledding. He acted like he was the authority on sledding even though we had both grown up in San Diego. Now mind you, I do remember that he and my brother went up to the Laguna Mountains to sled. The Laguna Mountains are forty-five minutes outside of San Diego but still, that hardly made him the sledding authority. On our third run down, Greg was on the back of the sled when we hit a rock or something. He bounced off the back of the sled and rolled down the hill. He was rolling so fast he actually passed me, still on the sled, on the way down. The whole hill was full of people sledding and everyone stopped and watched him until he hit bottom and was splayed on the ground. When I got to the bottom I was trying to ask him if he wasok but I was laughing so hard I couldn't get it out. All I saw was this pair of blue eyes looking up at me with a look of bewilderment. I laughed so hard that I actually peed myself a little. He managed to stand up and when everyone knew he was in one piece the whole hill broke out into spontaneous clapping. He took a bow and then grabbed the sled and we went back up. After several hours of sledding we went to the local café‚ and had hot chocolate. Greg ordered a Reuben and I ordered a cheeseburger. Life was good.

The entire year was made up of these moments. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, I would come home and find a tablecloth on the floor, pillows, pizza, wine and candles with Greg in his boxers and a tie around his neck waiting for me. He played my favorite music on the stereo and then he serenaded me with a song on my new guitar. I still smile when I think of him sitting in the middle of the floor in that tie.

That doesn't mean we didn't argue. I remember we argued about the division of duties around the house. I was having trouble keeping up in my classes and it was hard coming home and doing all the work. I finally blew a gasket when I got home one day and his clothes were all over the bedroom and not in the hamper.

"What does it take to get you to put your damn clothes in the hamper? Wait, what does it take for you to WASH a load of clothes once in awhile? You did before I came to live here!"

"If you haven't noticed I just got off working 36 hours straight. Making sure my boxers got into a hamper was high on my list. Sleep was high on my list."

"Oh and I'm not tired too?" I asked.

"Well, you certainly look tired. In fact, you haven't really been trying to look anything but tired. You might try putting on some makeup or some nice clothes. I'm getting tired of the designer sweat clothes look."

"Well, if you would take me somewhere...maybe I would think about getting dressed up and putting on makeup."

"You're the one with the money. Perhaps you should take me some place nice. But I would settle just for the woman who used to sleep with me. The one who was exciting and inventive in bed."

"You're a jerk. Why don't you go see if Donna will service you. I'm sure she'll wear makeup and, and...aghhh." I ran into the bedroom and slammed the door. I yelled through the door, "Don't even think about sleeping in here tonight."

"Don't worry, I was going to give Donna a call." He yelled back.

"Screw you..." I screamed.

"I'm sure she will..."

Everything went quiet and I fell onto the bed and screamed into my pillow and started to cry and cry and cry. I heard the car start and back out of the drive. I eventually fell asleep. I don't know what time it was when I woke up with him pulling me next to him and holding me tightly. I was mad at him and I started pushing away from him. He grabbed me and held me so that I couldn't fight him. He laid down on top of me, pinning me down, while he reached up and turned on the bedside lamp. Then he rolled off of me and I looked around. There were flowers and candy bars and cookies everywhere. He had snuck in with a flashlight and set it all up.

"I'm really sorry. I don't deserve you. Want a Snickers?" he gave me a silly look and held up a Snickers bar.

I rolled my eyes. I wanted to stay angry, but he had to have spent all of the coming week's lunch money on this display of affection. Plus, I had to admit it was pretty inventive...he knew exactly what I liked, flowers and cheap chocolate.

"You said some hateful things Dr. House. You owe me big-time."

"I'll do all the laundry tomorrow and I'll cook you a meal."

What was a girl to do? He could be so manipulative, knowing exactly how hard it would be for me to resist all of this. He kept eyeing me and then he gave me a side look like, "Have I convinced her?" He leaned in and kissed me. His hands went down my pajamas and he went above and beyond the call of duty to make sure I remembered this night. I had a personal best of three orgasms in thirty minutes. God he was good. Very good. I reciprocated and we both fell back absolutely exhausted. Makeup sex was the best.

CHAPTER 13

THE CALM

I was glad to see summer come. I found a job in a law office in Baltimore as a floater. It meant that I filled in when other secretaries went on vacation. It was really interesting because I learned a lot about the practice of law from reading the pleadings, discovery and letters. I was impressed with how fascinating it all was and how complicated it could be. Some of the lawyers hit on me and I was flattered. I was invited out for drinks with some of the attorneys and staff and so I went. I called Greg and invited him to join us after his rounds were done. By the time he showed up, I was surrounded by several rather cute and attentive lawyers. Greg looked so sexy walking in wearing levis and a t-shirt. All the lawyers were in their suits with their ties half-way undone. He walked up and stood behind one of the attorneys. I smiled at him and he shrugged his shoulders, as if to say he couldn't get through them to me.

"Gentlemen, I'd like you to meet my boyfriend, Doctor Gregory House. He's doing a residency at Johns Hopkins." They all turned around to look at him. He gave them the Cheshire Cat smile and then a little wave. I started giggling. They parted and Greg walked up to me and planted a big one right on my lips. When one of the lawyers thought Greg had left, he turned to me, put an arm around my shoulders and bellowed over the music, "He's a little old for you isn't he?"

"She likes the balls on her lovers to have dropped...guess that leaves you out." House said, returning with his beer.

"Uh, yeah." The lawyer moved away.

"Do you always have to piss on me to mark your territory?" I asked.

"I guess we could get naked and I could rub up and down to leave my smell."

"I think I'd like that better."

"Start stripping, I'm ready." He started to take clothes off...I stopped him after the shirt came off. He grinned and kissed me again.

Greg was doing better at the hospital. He already had a reputation at Hopkins of being brilliant. Whenever we would go out with other doctors they would corner me and ask me what it was like living with the brilliant, but demented, Doctor House. I told them that he was never boring.

In June, just after I got out of school, the Houses came out to visit for Greg's birthday. I moved into the guest room and we let them have our room while Greg slept upstairs on the blow-up bed. It was a strain having to pretend that we were just roommates. I begged Greg to let me tell his Dad.

"Why did you say, "Let's tell your Dad" and not, "tell your parents" or "tell your Mom and Dad?" Does my mother know?" He was always vigilant, able to hear things and analyze things that you didn't want analyzed.

"Yes, she knows and she thinks I'm to blame for all of this."

"What? How long has she known?"

I looked down at my hands, "Since last Thanksgiving."

"And you didn't tell me?"

"You would have just freaked out...kind of like what you're doing now."

"Christ...how do you know that my Dad doesn't know?"

"Because your mother told me to lie to him."

"No Maggie May, no. We can't tell him. He won't understand. I don't care if he's disappointed in me, he's always disappointed in me, but I don't want him to be disappointed in you."

"Don't you think that's my decision to make?"

"Yeah, tell my Dad. Gee Dad, she was a virgin when I got hold of her. But you know me, I gotta nail her so I can put a notch on my belt. No, I know how my Dad thinks. The answer is no."

I bit my tongue and continued to play out the charade. We didn't touch each other when they were around. I had to watch what I said, keep myself from using any endearments. We even had to watch the way we looked at each other... no longing, no lusting, no looks that said how much we cared.

We had a good time with his folks. Even Greg got along with his Dad. His parents went with him to Johns Hopkins and when everyone came up and told them what a brilliant son they had, they were very proud and pleased. Even Greg could see how proud his Dad was. After they left we celebrated by making love in every room in the house...it was too much fun.

I waited until they left to give Greg his birthday present because it would have looked suspicious. I bought him an upright piano. A baby grand wouldn't have fit in the living room so I had to settle on the upright. It was a good upright piano though, a shiny black Yamaha.

When he got home I met him on the porch and made him close his eyes. I stood on my tiptoes and covered them as I followed behind him into the living room. When he opened them and saw the piano, he looked down at the floor and smiled. Then he put his arm around my waist slowly and slipped me close to his chest. He gave me an affectionate hug and a sensual kiss. He pulled back, smiled and shook his head slowly, "Thank you. Thank you. Maggie May, what did I ever do to deserve you?"

"Yeah, well you keep that thought. In the meantime, play me something."

"I'm going to be rusty."

"Then you better get started."

He went over and started playing and rarely stopped for the next month. I would hear his car pull up on the gravel drive outside and within minutes I would hear a jazz piece or a classical sonata float down to the washing machine or out to the kitchen. There wasn't a day when he came through the front door that he didn't head over to the piano. Sometimes I would go over and sit on the floor with my back up against the piano as he played. He kept looking around the corner to see if I was ok, chuckle and shake his head in disbelief.

"You are so strange."

"Keep playing."

After the fall semester of my senior year started, I began to get headaches. They started out just being once or twice a week, but after a month I was starting to get them almost every day. The pain was usually tolerable but occasionally I would get one that would send me to bed where I would hudle behind draw shades. I started taking aspirin by the handfull and Greg finally started to become alarmed.

"You need to get checked. I can get you into the clinic today so why don't you come with me?"

"Not today, I have an exam. What about tomorrow?"

"Sure."

"What do you think it is?"

"Well Jim, I'm a doctor, not a magician. It does help if I have a little more information and maybe run some tests. But I suspect it is hormonal."

"Why?"

"Because you don't have them as bad when you have your period. So it probably has something to do with the birth control pill you're on."

After a few tests, the doctor suggested that I go off the pill for awhile to see if it helped. She measured me and then gave me a prescription for the diaphragm. I got it and a tube of spermicidal jelly on my way home. When Greg got home that night I told him about the diaphragm and he shook his head.

"Well there goes the spontaneity factor. You have to think ahead to make a diaphragm work."

I pointed out that contraception wasn't a one way street, "Or you could wear a condom."

"And miss out on that great Kegel action?"

I shook my head as he grabbed me by the butt. He pulled me down onto our bed and slowly ran his hand down the front of my silk shirt over my breast while he nibbled my ear and ran his lips across my cheek to my lips. His tongue was warm and quick, playing with mine. His hand rubbed the outside of my pants between my crotch. I started to take off his shirt and he pulled his t-shirt over his head as his shaggy brown mane settled back down. His gorgeous blue, icy eyes smiled at me as he unzipped my trousers and tugged at them. I pulled them down and kicked them off the side of the bed. He rubbed my thigh, softly like a feather. He teased me by dragging his fingers lightly just up to my panties and then dancing over to the other thigh, dragging the tender fingers up again until I turned my body to make him touch me. He took his fingers and teased at the edge of my panty leg. His fingers slipped inside and ruffled my hair and then teased the folds between my legs. I was warm and I was wet. I grabbed at the back of my bra and undid it, pulling it off as his mouth found my nipple. He pulled his hand out and undid his trousers and then yanked down my panties. He pushed my legs apart and I could feel his urgency as he slipped quickly inside. He moaned slightly and laughed lightly, "Oh God, it feels so good inside of you."

He started throbbing and pumping faster and faster, my head hit the pillow pushing it into the headboard. The headboard was hitting the wall over and over as Greg picked up speed, I could feel the nerves inside of me tingle, my thighs contracted along with my vagina as the fire spread. I couldn't stop, I grabbed the back of his hair and pulled him into my chest as I screamed over and over. He joined me, moaning and making faces of that tortured agony of an orgasm. When we were done we just lay in each others arms until Greg finally fell asleep, his head resting on my breasts.

Our relationship was like most couples. We got used to each other and to some extent we took each other for granted. But we also had many moments in each day when we would stop and kiss or hug or just acknowledge the existence of the other. I was so in love it hurt.