A/N: Sorry this took so long, I was away for a few days. Thanks for the reviews they're awesome!
Its the next morning and you wake with anticipation in your belly. You go through the motions of getting ready, but take care in what you put on for your coffee date with House.
After kissing you senseless he tossed you out instructing you to meet him at his apartment.
So you comply.
It's a bit nippy this morning and you tug your leather jacket around you and readjust your floppy beret you bought on a whim two weeks ago. You knock on the door of his apartment and he comes right out. He's got his helmet tucked under his arm and his cane in his other hand. He hands you the helmet so he can lock his door, but limps away as you follow silently.
"Put it on." He says as he gets on the bike. Of course you jam it onto his head and grip his shoulder while you mount it. Your hands are cold so you slip them underneath his leather jacket to keep warm.
House takes off without a warning and you speed down the road. Twisting and turning as he skillfully takes the streets. At last you pull up to a quaint coffee shop. One you wouldn't picture House in ever.
You walk into the shop and he hands you a twenty, telling you to buy him whatever your heart desires. While his pumpkin muffin.
After retrieving your goodies you find him sitting in at a small round table. He's scratching something into the dark wood and you assume it's something crass.
He looks up and grabs the plate with the muffin on it. Before your sitting down he's crammed half of it into his mouth.
"What?" He asks as pieces fall and you grimace and drink your latte.
You rest your hand on top of the table. It's sticky and you want to remove it but the sudden pressure of his much larger hand is on yours.
Houses' calloused thumb brushes yours as you look up at him. Instead his eyes are looking outside as he continues to chew.
This is a rare form of affection you're not use to. To be honest you never thought that he could be capable of it.
"Mmm." He says and wiggles his eyebrows. A small grin splits your face and you rest your cup on the table.
"Do you come here often?"
"No. Wilson drugs me here occasionally to escape the annoying students who crown the coffee shops in town."
You nod and tell him you like it. He nods at you and brings that remaining bits of muffin to his lips.
A dark shadow of scruff has covered his face, making him irresistible. He grabs a magazine from a nearby table and opens it. It has him laughing in seconds and he tells you to move closer to him.
You comply and push your chair next to his. There's a story about young Hollywood starlets partying and you roll your eyes.
He looks over at you when your hand rests on his knee. It's not an angry look, just one that let's you know that he's okay with it.
When did he release he was okay with the two of you being something?
"I want to take things slow." You announce. His eyes narrow as he put his magazine down.
"I've invited you for coffee not a roll in the sack."
"We're not going to go back to your apartment and have sex."
"Bummer." He pouts, in a teenage voice. You stand you feel him staring at your butt. This doesn't phase you and you throw away your empty cup.
House stands and limps your way. "Come on." He walks through the doors and you follow. A quick ride on his bike has you back at his apartment anyway.
"We're not having sex." You remind him with your arms crossed. There's a rumbling from his bedroom and he limps out.
"I know. We gotta take your car." You ask him what's the destination as you hold out your set of keys.
He takes them from you with a suspicious look. No one should hand him their keys that easily and your brazen trust unsettles him a little.
Wilson's.
Your mouth is open as he pulls up to Wilson's house. He kills the engine and shuffles out of the car.
This is an invasion of privacy, you try to reason. He dangles his copy of Wilson's house key in your face. It's not an invasion of privacy if you have your own key he reasons.
Shaking your head you step past the threshold and look around. The decor is lovely. Julie has impeccable taste you think as you finger the silver pictures frames placed on various shelves. You smile as you find a framed picture of House and Wilson, dressed to the nines in beautiful tuxes. Probably a shot from Wilson's wedding.
"What are you looking for?" You ask as you walk into Wilson's office. House is thumbing through his desk, combing through the various stacks of paper.
"Hmm," he mumbles as he comes across a piece of paper, then folds it and tucks it into jacket pocket.
Now it's your turn to pout. He isn't paying any attention to you. A quick shrug and you've rid yourself of your jacket.
His head turns as he hears the heavy thud of it hitting the floor. You walk towards him slowly and a devilish smile graces your lips.
In a few steps you've closed the distance between you and your hands are resting on his shoulders. You press your mouth against his silencing the question trying to escape from his mouth. He doesn't respond at first and you slid your hands from his shoulders to his backside and give it a firm squeeze.
He jumps and pulls back. You move in again and capture his lips with your own again. Then his hands are on your arms halting your advances.
"I thought you wanted to take it slow?" You nod in agreement and his gaze softens.
"I'm not going to lose interest in you. I just...really needed to get something from Wilson's while he was out of town."
It's frightening how well he already knows you. You are afraid that he's going to see past the nice ass and pretty face and draw away from you.
"Let's go." he says and he bends to pick up your forgotten jacket.