A/N: Fair warning this is graphic…But I think I restrained myself just enough to keep it an R rating…I hope

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Disclaimer: I do NOT own HOUSE M.D.

The next morning House heard her in the kitchen, smelled the coffee brewing. He groaned, his morning wood was uncomfortable. 'I need a shower and to take care of this thing… shame really to put such an erection to waste… '

"DO not go there!!!!" Wilson's voice screamed in his head. He was beginning to think this was a new form of craziness only with auditory hallucinations instead.

He began the torturous exercise of getting out of bed, lifting his leg to the edge of the bed, then gingerly putting his foot on the floor… so far so good but the true test was when he took the first step. He grabbed his cane from its spot leaning against the nightstand, placed it firmly and leaned into the first step… "Son of a bitch!" He cried out as his knee buckled and he hit the floor.

Thirteen was walking around in a sexy red pair of satin and lace trimmed boy shorts, and nothing else. It was all part of her plan to drive House mad and possibly… seduce him. She had just finished making the coffee when she heard House cry out.

She found him lying on the floor with the biggest erection she'd ever seen, not only was he a genius he was hung like a mule. She couldn't take her eyes off of his impressive manhood , while she asked him "Are you all right?"

She walked in with her hair cascading down her shoulders, her pink nipples peeking out from her tousled mane, he found himself eye level with her panties, he could smell her perfume something spicy but feminine. He saw her staring at his cock, with appreciation, and he made a decision. He was fifty years old, and he was tired, tired of denying himself true companionship because he was afraid, of being ashamed and self conscious, it was time to do things differently to take a chance. He was going to live while he still had time.

"Yeah, but could you help me get up…" The double entendre hung there in the air neither one commenting.

Something changed in eyes as he looked at her, she saw a wolfish gleam that hadn't been there before, it made her shiver. The tingles were back with a vengeance. She reached her hand out to help him up.

"Here let me…" Suddenly she was shy her heart pounding , and her face flushed with desire, still she was apprehensive. But, as he slowly rose up brushing his long lean body up hers as he went, she trembled and any feeling of trepidation evaporated.

He looked down at her pulling her chin up with his finger, their eyes met and he reached his arm around her tiny waist and pulled her to him with a throaty growl.

She could feel his magnificent member hard up against her it enflamed her, she flushed with need.

"Look at me," he growled.

Her heart fluttered at his commanding tone. She obeyed, their eyes met and he said.

"Are you sure you want this? Because there's no going back once we do this, it can't be undone" he was kind but authoritative.

"Yes…"

He stared into her eyes as if he were searching her soul; she hoped he found it worthy.

He bent his head and kissed her gently, her soft lips yielding to him. Soon he was tasting her with his tongue, his hands everywhere exploring her with great technique. She heard a moan escape her, as his hands tangled in her hair and he kissed her with a heat that ignited her passion, deeper and deeper each kiss it was driving her crazy. Never had a man so totally possessed her with his touch. No one had.

He was panting with effort, he wanted this to go slowly, but there was no hope for that now. He was ablaze with want, he couldn't hold back any more.

"I am going to fuck you, so good and so hard that you will be screaming my name…"His voice was predatory and sent her over the edge

"Please… yes." Remy had never felt so womanly. As he lifted her up and lay her on the bed. He was amazingly strong. He removed his shirt, and then his pajama pants. He took her breath away , the juxtaposition of his scar and his leg, next to his Adonis like left leg was exquisite. And his cock was resplendent in its length and breadth. He was beautiful.

He read her face for revulsion, but found only wonder.

"Your, beautiful …"she whispered in awe of him.

That touched him, it nearly threw him, but the sight of her lying on his bed her hair fanned out around her like a mermaid in the sea, the look in her eyes that begged him to take her, kept him focused.

"So are you , but now Remy ,now is the time for hot dirty sex, in which I intend to make you utterly mine." He purred , but his words were confident. It sent a thrill up her spine. With that, he began a campaign of perfect torture, his mouth and hands everywhere, the feeling of his beard on her skin filled her with lust, she writhed in agony as he teased her mercilessly. He reached down and began to pull her panties down slowly , never taking his eyes off of hers. She was shaking in anticipation, and reached down to touch him, he pulled her arms above her head and said

" No…you just lie here, and let me do all the work."

She had been with countless women and her fair share of men but no one had ever used his mouth so well. He did things with his fingers and tongue she didn't know was possible, and the scratch of his beard on her inner thigh drove her mad.

She gasped… "Oh my God… House. "

He paused and said sternly looking up from his work "Greg. Not House. Say it" he demanded.

"Greeeeeeegggggggghhhhhh" she drawled in languorous abandon.

He soon had her panting so hard, she couldn't speak, wave after wave of pleasure crashed on her, building and building, until she exploded , shattered into thousands of pieces, all stamped with Greg House's name. Someone was screaming "Gregggggg Oh Goddddd Gregggggg" as her body convulsed in ecstasy. She finally was able to catch her breath, her heart thumping in time to the contractions.

"Remy…open your eyes." His voice was low and tremulous.

She looked up into his soulful eyes, as he stared into her intensely. She felt him grab her ass and pull her to him, meeting her with his cock. First, the tip slow, agonizingly slow, he was not only teasing her, but trying to hold back. She thrust her hips at him demandingly, and the sweet honeyed heat of her broke his resolve. He began pounding into her, claiming her body , she was so tight, so wet it was miraculous he lasted so long. He could feel her pleasure as he fucked her hard and fast, he couldn't hold back anymore, she kept calling out "Oh God , oh my god …fuck yes…."he pushed deep into her as she screamed his name and they came in a supernova, a fusion of ecstasy.

He lay on her stomach his arms around her, his brow damp with effort, she ran her long fingers over his short hair liking the way it felt in her hands, it was intimate and tender. Her touch answered a longing he didn't know was there. Something had changed. No longer was this just about lust or a good fuck, it was something new, something unexpected. Their silence was natural, easy. He turned his head and kissed her belly chastely. He wrapped himself around her possessively, she was his. There was no denying she belonged to him now, he had claimed her, mined her depths, made her his own. She never knew it could be like this, that she could surrender to someone and feel more powerful and free than ever before. Her heart was filled with him.

He held her closely afraid she would disappear. He had never felt so safe, so calm. He never wanted to leave the cocoon of this perfect moment. Forget about the age difference this was destiny, it was transcendent, it was written on the stars. It was pure and innocent they belonged here.