When the Fog Lifts

Chapter 15

Allison had reached a new level of relaxation. Lying in House's arms, in the warm water, feeling his gentle touches and his breath on her neck, she was transported to another plane of existence. Not asleep, but not completely awake either. She felt as if this was all there was in the world, at least in her world.

House felt Allison's body relax beneath his touch. As his long, pianist fingers traced lazy circles on her breasts, she moaned quietly.

"That feels good, doesn't it?" he breathed into her ear. Taking the lobe into his mouth, he began to nip and suck at it as his fingers continued to tease her.

"Uh, huh." she answered breathily.

Trailing downwards, he felt her quiver as his fingers glanced across her soft belly. She gasped loudly as he pulled her leg up and over his own before continuing his exploration of her.

"Ohhhhhh" she groaned as his fingers reached their destination.

"That's good….relax Cam, let go….let me take you there Allison." he whispered to her before his lips returned to her neck. Her head dropped to the side and her breath seemed to catch in her throat as his lips and fingers slowly took command of her body. He had her now and he was taking her places she had never been.

Feeling her breathing increase rapidly, he knew that she was drawing close. "Oh, God…Greg…" she exclaimed when he curled his fingers upwards. He increased the pressure of his thumb until he felt her tighten around him. "Don't stop, Greg. Please, don't stop…ohhhhhhhh…" she gasped, reaching her climax.

"I won't Allison…I won't." he said wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close.

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They continued to lay there, drowsing in the warm water, surrounded by the candlelight and the heady tunes of Baker's jazz piano until the pain in Greg's leg told him it was time to get out.

"Hey…" he said quietly, placing a soft kiss on Allison's shoulder.

"Hmmm…hey yourself." she answered sleepily.

"What do you say we get out and get something to eat?" he asked.

"Ok…" she yawned. "That sounds good to me. It's been a long time since lunch." She stretched languidly and stood up, stepping out of the tub. She grabbed a towel from the rack and wrapped it around herself, then turned to offer her hand to Greg.

"Thanks, but it's easier if I do this myself." he said, using the sides of the heavy tub to lift himself up, putting the bulk of his weight on his left leg. "See?"

"Oh yes….I see alright." she smiled, taking in the view before her.

"Take a picture – it'll last longer." he taunted.

"Don't tempt me….I just might." she grinned.

Greg thought about the picture he had taken earlier of her, but thought it best to keep that fact to himself. "Just give me a towel, will ya?"

"But I like looking at you. You're a very handsome man with a great body." She backed away from him before adding, with a rise of her eyebrows, "for your age…"

"Oh – that's nice. Pick on me when I'm all naked, and vulnerable" he pouted at her with big, sad eyes. He sat on the edge of the tub and swung his legs out to stand up.

She pulled the last towel down and held it behind him, around his waist, pulling him close to her. "I like you naked and vulnerable." She reached up and placed her lips on his in a gentle kiss. "Besides, when else could I do this?" Before he could think to protest, she brought her hand down on his bare bottom and pinched.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"Just felt like a piece of ass, that's all…" she grinned.

"Oh really? Well, I'll give you that and a whole lot more….after we eat. I'm starving." With that, he secured his towel, grabbed his cane and walked out of the bathroom.