Sleeping Habits

Part 3/3

Allison

Allison had driven him crazy from the moment she walked into his office with a nervous smile and shaky fingers. It was during that first interview, the one which she nervously babbled through, that he first imagined bending her over the glass table in the conference room. He was only human after all (no matter if Wilson kept insisting he wasn't) and she just had this air about her that screamed 'hot in bed'.

She worked for him for three and a half years and in that time he was certain he could have had her in any way he wanted. But, he kept his fantasies to himself. It didn't help that they just kept getting more and more frequent.

She didn't help by remembering his birthday, Christmas or Valentine 's Day (his official 'crazy sex days'). The red dress at that stupid function just made him want to know exactly what type of underwear she was wearing. The swish of her hips as she passed by him, with pants that hugged the curve of her ass so perfectly it made him so many times just want to reach out see how it would feel against his hands.

He remembers how every Wednesday she would show up to work with a button undone, a skirt that showed just a little too much, or tousled hair and lip-gloss (he needed to know what flavor it was). And that kiss just about send him over the edge, needle or no needle, because she tasted of everything he wanted but was to afraid to admit.

Then there was the 'I love him' on the documentary. The one he found when he was snooping through the tapes with every intention of 'accidentally' burning them on the roof, it scared him to hell that he was almost happy she still had feelings for him.

He isn't sure who started their 'relationship' (it was probably her. He was always too nervous about these things, no matter how hard he tried to pretend he wasn't.). But, one night both of them were sitting in his apartment. She had invited herself over after a double shift on the E.R. (insisting that he never upheld the promise of dinner-and-a-movie date from almost three years before), a bowl of popcorn between then and two beers on the coffee table. The movie they were watching was crappy and her hand had somehow found itself high up his left injured leg. It took a moment for him to remind himself that she didn't work for him anymore, that this (whatever it was) could actually happen now.

The bowl of popcorn was pushed aside, letting buttered and salty goodness spray all over his floor and probably underneath the couch to keep the dust bunnies company. For a second that mattered, but then her lips were against his again and they tasted of cherry lip-gloss and he didn't care, because he had finally found one of the things he had been wondering about her.

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They took their time, slowly undressing and finding those little spots in each other's bodies that drove then insane. It was weird because he always thought that if they did end up having sex, the first time would be raw and angry and hard. But, she had straddled him on the couch, her blond curls falling on his shoulder, and moaned against his ear, as she slipped him slowly inside her. She gave him this wicked little smile and he knew he had been right: she was everything he daydreamed about.

When they finally moved to his bedroom, (hours, days, years later) he kissed her neck and wrapped an arm around her waist. He insisted that he was not cuddling. Then, she smiled and rolled her eyes, before falling asleep.

He would wake up earlier than her at least three or four times a week,(he would say it was just his leg when she asked) and watch her sleep. For him, that said much more about their 'relationship' then anything else could.

She would sleep half her stomach with the covers around her waist, letting him count the sprayed freckles on her back. Her face turned towards him, no matter if they switched sides or if they fell asleep on the couch, with her hair all over the place in a mess of blond curls that he would always slowly brush away from her eyes. One hand underneath a pillow and the other on his chest, gently tracing imaginary patters and lulling him to sleep while one of her legs was entwined between his.

With Allison he learned how to cuddle.

And by hell it scared him.

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I'm thinking about making one more chapter on House's point of view.

It will be up to you, please review.

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