A/N: Be forewarned smut ahead. But there is a rhyme to my reason. I promise not many more scenes like this. Important plot device.
Disclaimer: ME NO OWN HOUSE
House woke in Wilson's bed, his arms tangled around Remy. He looked down at her, she was already awake.
"Morning…" she said.
"Morning…" he replied. They fell into silence again.
After sometime, Greg said "Are you okay?"
He sounded so unsure… "I'm more than okay. You?"
He thought before speaking, not knowing if he should tell the truth. "Yeah, me too."
He sat up and turned so he could see her face. "What are we doing?"
She smiled; he was asking her what next. He was so sweet, why had she not seen it before.
"I don't know… but I like it."
'Good' "Really? … What do you like…exactly?" his tone was mischievous
She faced him her eyes holding his, and said with sincerity " Everything."
His heart caught in his throat. Her eyes had said it all, she didn't just like him for his skills in bed. This could be difficult. He decided he would divert her from that conclusion.
"Tell me …NOW, what it was you liked." He was commanding.
A thrill went up her spine as he claimed his authority." I liked when you put your hands on me… when you kissed me, when you fucked me." All this talk was getting her motor going again. It hadn't been long and already she wanted him to take her again.
'Oh God, she's killing me…' he thought as he felt himself getting hard. 'For God's sake I'm fifty not fifteen.'
She decided to take things into her own hands, and leapt up and straddled him, mindful of his leg…a grin on her face when she found him aroused. "Tell me what you like…"
'Fuck… I can't even think with her moving her hips like that…' " I uhhhh, like this a lot."
His hands spanned her waist and she leaned into him and whispered " Kiss me…"
He pulled her into him and they kissed passionately, for a long time…They broke to take a breath and she laughed when his cock was hard again, pushing against her. He moaned as her skin made contact.
"What have we here?" she asked coyly.
He looked at her hungrily…"Perhaps you should investigate?"
"I think I will…" She began sliding down him watching the leg, never taking her eyes off his. She now sat poised over his penis staring at him her mouth open…
'Oh my God, yesssss….' Her mouth descended upon the sensitive head, her tongue flicking the rim, sucking and pulling him deeper into her mouth, her small but strong hands stroking the shaft firmly. All the while she was watching him, enjoying his eyes half closed with pleasure. He was so unbelievably hard, and she was stoking a fire that he could not contain. It was too much… He wanted the control. His eyes flew open, as his cock jerked in that heading down the home stretch way. He said "Stop… Shhhhhhh….wait…."
'Oh my God I love the feel of him…he's so hard so big... his taste…' She looked up with a pout…
"Come here…NOW…" he growled and she obeyed. Her thigh brushing against his throbbing member… 'DAMN' he hissed as it sent shivers through him.
"Look at me… and listen."
She waited breathlessly to hear…
"I 'm going to turn you over… and I'm going to fuck you from behind….Does that sound good?"
"Oh Yessss please…"
"Turn around and show me that tight little bottom…" Damn he wasn't going to last long… But he knew this would have her shuddering and screaming again.
Carefully he maneuvered to his knee… his hands gripping her slim hips tightly. He reached down and stroked himself a few times for maximum hardness, and reached down to her clit, her back arching in response…
"Do it! Do It NOW!!!" Panting with desire and frustration.
"Do what ? What is it you'd like me to do Remy?" he asked gently teasing.
"I… I Oh please …please Greg…" She was trembling in anticipation.
He bent over and whispered… "Tell me… Tell me Remy." his hand never leaving her clit alone.
"Please….Oh God …Greg Please… Fuck me ….NOW" He backed away, removed his hands…left her there alone for several seconds…
"Why didn't you just say so?" Grabbed her hips and plunged in deeply with his steel cock. She saw stars he was so deep, he pistoned into her pounding her harder and harder sweat beading on his face, with the effort… "Oh Remy you feel so goooood….so fucking GOOD." He emphasized each word with a thrust.
The pressure was building within her, the orgasm she was on the threshold of, threatened to be cataclysmic…it would obliterate every other orgasm before it in intensity… She arched her back and pushed her hips into him, longing to have him deep inside her.
He couldn't believe how amazing this was, he was riding a tidal wave of sex and endorphins, she was so wet, so hot so tight … and in this position he could bury almost all of himself in her sweet honey pot. His thrust quickend, faster and faster, until he felt her coming … and then he pushed himself once more as hard and deep as he could and exploded with her…
He sat back nearly faint with pleasure, leaning against the head board trying to catch his breath… Remy turned over and looked at him her face aglow, her hair damp and a sheen of sweat glistening on her porcelain skin….
He had to stretch his leg out before the endorphins faded and he was unable to move.
"Come up here…" he patted the pillow next to him. She moved slowly her limbs seemed to be made of Jell-O. He then stretched his leg out enjoying not being able to feel the pain as much right now.
"Is it always like this?" she asked somewhat naively. Though they both knew, she had plenty of experience.
" No, it's not…" He couldn't believe that at the age of fifty he was on his second fuck of the day with a woman as young and beautiful as Remy. He was glad he decided to live a little… A smile lit up his face.
He was smiling…a real smile that went all the way to his eyes … the joy shone out from his azure orbs. It was the most beautiful thing she'd seen in a long time, and he shared it with her.
"What are you smiling about…?" she whispered afraid to break the spell.,
He beamed at her "I'm just thankful I didn't say no…"
She beamed back "ME TOO!" and they both laughed companionably. They fell into silence each with their own thoughts when Remy's stomach growled.
"What was that you said ? Hmmmmmm?" He teased.
"I am FREAKING Starving!!!!!" she said .
"Well then we can't have that now can we? You're going to need your strength." he winked knowingly
"Shall we go somewhere?" He asked her.
"Oh can we? How about Italian?"
"Ahhh pasta for the carbo loading, I like how you think …." He was only half teasing about that.
"Okay let me take a shower real quick…"
"I need one too…Maybe I should join you."
"My god you're insatiable!!!"
"Yes I am …but honestly it was to save time…"
"Tell you what you go first, and I'll clean up in here. Wilson's room reeks of sex!"
"Oh my GOD you're right, we never made it to my room…Come on we have to change these sheets and spray some febreze so the sex doesn't cling to things…" They started stripping the sheets off the bed.
Remy started laughing at House's frazzled concern over Wilson's room smelling of sex. "I'm sure he won't be able to tell…After all he's not coming home for a few days."
"You don't know Wilson, he has amazing olfactory powers."
"It's okay Greg, I 'll go put them in the washer, you get in the shower."
"Febreze. Don't forget the Febreze."
She found the washer and dryer off the kitchen and started the washer. Found the Febreze and sprayed it liberally around Wilson's room. She then went to keep Greg company in the shower, because she was getting cold walking around naked.
"Knock ,Knock…."
"Come in…"
"Mind if I join you?"
"Sure, but no hanky panky lady! I swear that's all you care about… You only want me for my body!!!" He sing songed.
She pulled open the curtain, and stepped in the steam was wonderful. He just stared at her; it had been seven or more years since he shared a post coital shower. He wondered if he was dreaming. She never turned away from his stare; she kept her eyes locked with his then stepped up and took the soapy washcloth from him and started washing him gently, slowly. She washed all of him; she lingered on his penis and his balls… 'Oh my god…she's a witch' his cock began resurrecting… she smiled and said
"Turn around so I can scrub your back." She didn't just scrub she massaged his shoulders and neck his upper arms, he was melting into a pool of relaxed calm.
"Now let me touch the leg…" He was apprehensive…a question in his eyes. Nevertheless, he nodded yes.
"Shhh it's all right I won't hurt you…" her hand caressed his thigh, and lightly brushed his scar…he moaned he didn't think it was possible for his mangled limb to give him pleasure. But in her hands it did.
She stood back up, and kissed him gently… He was in another world; this had to be a dream.
"Look at me Greg" she was on her tiptoes. He locked his eyes with hers; something passed between them, a sensation of connectedness.
"You are beautiful, Greg. All of you, not just your mind, not just your body. But you, everything that you are is beautiful… and I want is to experience that beauty, I want to feel your hands on me , and have you stare into my soul while you take me utterly… I don't know what this is…but it is rare and unexpected and I want it."
He saw the truth in her eyes, this was no ordinary event, they had both had plenty of meaningless sex, this …thing between them was unique. Whatever it was he didn't want to screw it up.
"Yeah, okay…we can try."
She smiled like the cat who ate the canary. "Good. Now get the hell out of my shower!"
He laughed, and stepped carefully onto the bathmat and wrapped a towel around himself grabbed his cane and left to get dressed.
'What am I doing' she thought as she washed her hair. 'This is dangerous, you could get hurt. He could get hurt.' She didn't care, this felt more right than anything she'd ever done. So she decided that life was precious and she couldn't live it scared anymore, and she was going to embrace this… Him.
They didn't go to Italian the line was too long, they went for Mexican instead. He surprised her by ordering in fluent Spanish. He was a man of many talents.
Remy had no patience with women who didn't eat it annoyed the hell out of her because she enjoyed food and loved to eat.
He watched her eating it was fascinating; she ate with abandon savoring each bite, pleasure on her face. He hadn't seen a woman eat like this ever.
"What ?"
"Nothing."
"Why are you staring at me?"
"You fascinate me."
She laughed "I do?"
"Yes."
"How do I fascinate you?"
"You like to eat. I mean you really like it."
"Should I be insulted by that comment?"
"No. I think it's great. I think it shows you are honest, and comfortable with who you are."
"Yeah, I know I hate women who won't eat. I usually won't even sleep with them."
He felt a twinge picturing her with a woman, in charge. "So what the dinner is an audition?"
"Yeah, and if she is too skinny and won't eat, unless she's really really hot, I go home alone."
It occurred to him there were certain advantages to dating a reformed lesbian/ bi woman, she could actually understand the male perspective…some of the time.
"I think I love you…" he chuckled. Only it didn't come out as much of a joke, it sounded too true.
She looked at him for a long time … " We'll have to find out… together." She wasn't laughing.
He nodded.
They sat in silence, she never needed to fill the pauses with inane chatter, she didn't mind the quiet.
He finally broke the silence. "I don't want to be a killjoy but any thoughts as to how this is going to work?"
Actually, she had been asking herself that same question. "Nope, but I'm open to suggestions."
'I can't believe she is so calm.' ' Well there are some logistical difficulties."
"What do you mean?"
"Set aside the fact we work together and with your old boyfriend, but how are we going to …be together, I mean where?"
He was right because the answer to this question would be the foundations for all the rest. Fortunately, she had given it some thought. "We could use your apartment…"
Brilliant. "Okay that works; what about being around each other at work? Are we going to hide this?"
Remy thought about that too. "I don't know how I can be around you and not be thinking of what you just did to me in the supply closet."
He shuddered picturing fucking her in the supply closet… " Yeah me either."
"What about Cuddy?"
"Oh she'll probably be pissed and a little jealous, but she'll get over it."
"You don't think she'll freak because of our age difference, because I'm your fellow?"
"Oh yeah I know she will. But it will pass."
"What about Foreman?"
"It's going to kill him."
"How about Wilson?"
"Oh you know he'll moralize and give me a hard time, say I'm taking advantage of your age, and
vulnerability."
"It's the other way around. I'm going to take full advantage of your vulnerability …"
"Really? What vulnerability is that ?" he leaned in closer to her.
She took his hand and held it in the middle of the table, stroking it with her thumb. "You know your inability to say no to having sex…with me."
"Oh yeah, you're right. I am definitely vulnerable there." He got back to the subject.
"So we're agreed, this promises to be a nightmare at work but a dream in the bedroom…. Is it worth it?"
She smiled at his question, how insecure he seemed compared to the masterful demanding lover he was. "Yes, Greg it is completely worth it."