Lisa heard the door behind her creak open and groaned inwardly. There would only be one person who would find her here. And as luck would have it, it was the one person she didn't trust herself around right now.
"What do you want, House?" she said, turning around to face him.
"You stranded me at that stupid party," he whined.
"I thought you could manage it… like a big boy," she replied quickly.
He walked up and leaned backwards against the railing, right next to her. Her right shoulder was touching his left.
"Besides," she went on without letting him interrupt, "I had to get out of there. My ass is going to be sore tomorrow from all those old men grabbing it."
He laughed at that, although a part of him wanted to use his cane to smack the shit out of those bastards down there. How dare they.
"You want me to rub it?" he asked with lighted eyes.
She smacked him on the arm lightly and he laughed. She turned her body to face him and took in his appearance.
"Nice tie," she laughed. The theme of the fundraiser tonight had been 'A black tie affair." Of course House had shown up with a black vest and a white silk bowtie.
"You know I never follow the rules," he muttered, also turning to face her. "Want some scotch?" he asked her, raising the bottle in his right hand to show her.
"Oh, my God. How did you get that?" she groaned, placing a hand on her forehead and pinching the newly forming headache that was starting between her eyes.
"Relax… I bought it from the bartender!" he said as he grabbed her hand and lowered it from her eyes.
"Oh… well in that case…" she trailed off as she grabbed the bottle from him, twisted off the cap and took a healthy swallow. She smiled at him and handed it back to him. "You just made my day."
"Really? You mean, you weren't impressed with those money-loving mongrels hoping to answer your every command?" he asked her quietly as he placed the bottle atop the rail and let his hand fall to her waist. He softly fingered the silk there, and then dropped his hand again to his side when he realized what he was doing.
"Hardly," she said quietly. She missed his hand on her hip already. "And you're not impressed with all those hot nurses throwing themselves at you?" she asked as she reached up and fixed a spot on his tux's collar where it had gone awry. She left her hand on the spot between his shoulder and neck, waiting for him to shrug her off.
"Hardly," he mimicked her in the same quiet and breathy voice. They locked eyes and smiled at one another for a brief moment. He broke the silence. "Lisa, everyone knows this is going somewhere…"
She had begun drawing tiny circles on the skin of his neck and jaw and behind his ear. Hearing his words, she snorted and rolled her eyes at him.
"You asshole. Do I get to grab your tits now?" He was so contradictive, so frustrating. And he just stood there, smirking at her. She wanted to slap him– and she tried. As her hand came toward his cheek, his own reached up and caught it swiftly. She let out a frustrated growl.
House brought her hand to his mouth before she could react. He kept eye contact with her while he placed a few lingering kisses on her palm and wrist. He didn't let go of her hand as he let them fall to their sides, and then tugged on it, bringing her whole body nearer to him.
"Lisa, I'm serious," he whispered while she squeezed her fingers.
"I don't know what to say to you. I was serious a month ago, and you didn't give me time of day."
House sighed. "You know I have the emotional capabilities of a twelve year old. You really expected me to process the idea of being together that fast?"
"I don't know what the fuck I was thinking," she trailed off, defeated. She shifted her eyes to outdoor grounds of the hospital below them.
He moved so he was standing behind her, against her, with his hands resting on the rail on either side of hers. He felt her tense at the contact, but let his nose and mouth nuzzle her neck and shoulder anyway.
"Do you want this, Lisa?" he didn't move his face when he spoke to her, and the vibrations his voice made, combined with the feeling of the stubble on his face against her bare skin caused her to let out an audible moan.
He smiled against her neck and moved his arms to wrap around her waist, increasing the contact between the two of them. "I assume that's a yes. But I want you to say it," he taunted her. "Do you want this?" He gripped her waist.
Lisa swiveled her head around to place her lips near his ear.
"No," she whispered and placed a quick kiss to the spot under his earlobe before she continued. "I need this."
