Disclaimer: He'll never be mine. Shore and Fox own him. And her.
XII.
"My towel!" She exclaimed, immediately recognising the scent as she ran it over her body.
"What did you say?" House called through the door.
"Doesn't matter," she smiled to herself.
"Aren't you going to offer me a drink?" Allison Cameron gripped the back of Greg House's hair and fell with him onto a couch in an unfamiliar room.
He gasped as his leg bumped against hers and she tasted the bitterness of Vicodin on his tongue.
"Are you kidding?" he said, pulling her up across his body so that her aching burning nerve endings, mingled confusingly with his own.
He manoeuvred her hips so that all they'd have to do was push aside their underwear and they'd be…
She pulled his t-shirt up over her head and then removed her own, exposing a rather unattractive sports bra.
She paused as his eyes took it in.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't planning on…"
He shrugged and silenced her with a few quick kisses across her mouth before leaning forward and gently nibbling her nipples through the bra.
"I never thought…" he began to say as he tried to undo her bra. She pulled it over her head quickly and grabbed his wrists, firmly placing his hands on her exposed breasts.
He smiled. He actually smiled and muttered: "You're so hot" as he massaged her chest for a few seconds before replacing his fingers with his tongue and teasing each nipple until they stung.
She liked the pain. At that precise moment she liked everything about him.
She fumbled to pull his jeans down from his hips and her fingers paused, dancing around the band of his shorts.
His eyes followed her intently, dark and wanton.
She drew back so that she was sitting astride him and in one smooth movement she'd brought his shorts down to his knees and was wrapping her hand around his erection.
She dipped her head and ran her tongue along his length feeling him pulsate beneath her. He was huge and so close to…
He ran his fingers through her hair as she sucked him, drawing him into her mouth and letting him thrust right to the back of her throat, then holding him there for a moment, her tongue flicking hard against him.
She'd never ever wanted to give a blowjob to anyone. It had always been a chore. A half-hearted attempt. Now she actually wanted him to come in her mouth. She just wanted him, full stop.
"Wait," he said quickly, pulling her up and staring at her wild expression:
"I want to…"
He ran his hand down between her breasts and further, sliding down past her shorts and panties and finding her entrance.
The quickness of it made her gasp and she rocked into his hand. He slid his fingers deep inside her. She was so wet already and she shuddered slightly at his touch.
"I can't wait." She said, a breathy giggle escaping her lips, "I can't keep on waiting."
In one sharp tug he'd pulled her shorts and panties away and she'd wriggled free of them.
She grabbed his cock and pushed forward, impaling herself onto him making him grunt. She tightened around him, feeling the indescribable pleasure sweep over her, and fulfilled by him completely.
She began to rock, his hands gripped her breasts pumping her up and down against him, the tip of his cock reaching somewhere so deep inside her that it made her cry out every time he hit it.
She rode him hard and he moved his hand to lazily play with her clitoris as her breathing quickened.
Fuck me. She whimpered. God. I'm going to come.
"I'm going to come," She said, leaning down against his mouth and moving his hand back up to tease her nipple more.
"Me too" he breathed dragging his lips to her neck and biting her lightly.
She clamoured for something to hold onto and settled for his shoulders and she rocked harder, faster, feeling herself about to fall over the edge.
"You're really good," she said, through dry mouth, gritted teeth, but it wasn't enough.
His eyes rolled into the back of his head, he was so close.
"You're the best I've ever had," She admitted as the tension in her grew and grew, still, this didn't quench her, it wasn't what she wanted to say.
"You're really the fucking best," She whimpered as the first wave of her orgasm threw her over the edge.
Her whimpers turned to screams as fireworks exploded all around her. She saw him grinning, she couldn't hold back. She was wild, she was out of control, she screamed as his cock shuddered and released inside her, causing her to spasm and buck once more.
"I love you." She gasped. And then gasped again because she couldn't believe she'd actually said it.
She opened her eyes to watch him ride out the last of his orgasm, his breathing ragged his eyelids fluttering, and then his eyes, the brightest blue she'd ever seen, caught her, liquid heat burning right into her very soul.
He grunted and gasped and grabbed her chin, holding her gaze to his:
"And that's your problem."
XXX
Her nipples grew erect against the old Rolling Stone's t-shirt he'd lent her as her fingers rested against the bathroom door handle.
Slowly, she opened the door and stepped into the dark hall. She tiptoed into his bedroom.
He was lying on his bed, a silhouette against his reading lamp, flipping through a medical journal. His long body dressed in a tight fitting white t-shirt and blue striped pyjama bottoms.
"You should read this." He said, instantly breaking the ice.
She unclenched, suddenly feeling a strong urge to hug him. Was he really trying to make this easy at last?
She sat down on the edge of the bed and ran her hands through her tangled hair; "Do you have a hair dryer?"
He stopped reading and looked up at her grimacing, like he was about to say something so snarky that it might crush her.
She blinked at him, her face fresh and makeup free, her skin translucent in the half-light, the hem of his t-shirt resting against the top of her silky thighs.
"Well?" She said. It wasn't so unbelievable that he might possess a hairdryer, was it? "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Like what?" He managed to say, his ears reddening with perverse embarrassment.
"Like I'm a crazy woman," She said softly.
He paused and then returned to his book, turning a page swiftly: "You have no idea."
She watched his handsome profile. A smirk appearing in the corner of his mouth.
"About what?" She dared to move a couple of inches back onto the bed.
"About Segawa's Disease." He said holding up the journal so that she could see its title.
His eyes made her heart flutter. She felt too nervous to move. After everything that had already happened, she was too afraid to lie next to him. Too scared of the moment he pushed her away when she subconsciously reached for him in her sleep. Too embarrassed about the truths that escaped her during sex.
He raised his eyebrow. "Come here."
She nervously lay back on her side of the bed, keeping a safe distance between them, not knowing how she should behave. Should she even be there? He hadn't asked her to stay. Any moment now he was going to break her.
"When I said here," he regarded the distance between them and put down his book. Leaning back and switching the lamp off: "I meant here."
He reached over and pulled her towards him until her head was resting against his neck and his arms enveloped her warmly. He breathed into the top of her head and settled back against the cool pillow.
She closed her eyes, listening to his heartbeat as it synchronised against her own.
Slowly she relaxed.
"Jeez," he whispered into the dark, "When was the last time you slept with someone?"
She tangled her legs up into his and finally settled: "I don't remember."
"Neither do I."