Chapter 16

During the next few days, she thought about the way he always surprised her. He was so many different people. With Greg House, you never knew from day to day what you were getting.

There was the quiet, intelligent man, pondering a medical article or a TV documentary. Or considering his latest case and how to save someone's life.

There was the playful man, indulging in video games or silly television with her kids, laughing as loud as they did.

There was the musician, playing the piano or guitar with such feeling, such passion, such joy, it could make you weep.

There was the man with the short temper that warned everyone to stay out of his way until he was out of whatever mood he'd gotten into.

There was the lover who could bring her to the heights of passion.

So many fascinating men all combined in one very sexy package.

Then she thought about herself. She was nothing but a suburban housewife. Her life involved schlepping kids places and taking care of a home. Even the temp jobs she'd taken were not very exciting. Just basic data entry, filing, etc.

She was ordinary.

And compared with the fascinating and exciting Greg House, she was downright boring.

There were no hidden depths to her. No secret skills that she hadn't told him about. Everything she had was right here in plain view. Plain being the optimal word.

How long before he lost interest in her? She and Frank had been college sweethearts. She thought they'd grow old together, but he'd lost interest and sought out other women.

How long before Greg did the same thing? Somehow, she thought if he did it, it would feel even worse.

She had to find a way to be sure he stayed interested in her. She had some ideas.

The next Friday night after Frank took the kids, she took a deep breath and went into the bedroom where he was changing his clothes.

"Greg, why don't you sit down?" she asked a little nervously.

"What's up?"

"Just sit down and you'll see."

He sat on the upholstered chair in their room.

She took a deep breath and sat on his lap, then started moving around. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to be wearing less clothes, but she thought she'd start this way. She also wasn't sure if he should be wearing less as well, but what the hell?

House was perplexed when she asked him to sit and then sat on his lap. When she started moving, he realized she was trying to give him a lap dance, which was cool. But she was really terrible at it.

And not only did she not know what to do, he could tell she was uncomfortable doing it.

So why the hell was she?

He decided to give her a few minutes to hopefully get the knack of it. But she just seemed more and more uncomfortable.

Karen was moving her butt around, hoping that she was doing it right when suddenly House put his hands on her and said, "Stop."

She turned her head to look at him. "What's wrong?"

"Whatever you're trying to do, it's not working."

"I was trying to give you a lap dance. But I really don't know how to…"

"Then why are you doing it?"

"I wanted…I thought you'd like…I mean…"

"You don't want to do this."

"Of course I do."

"No, you don't. You're really uncomfortable and you're not having any fun."

"I'm not, I am having fun."

"Don't lie to me." He told her.

"Well, it doesn't matter anyway. I want you to have fun."

"Don't you think I have fun just having sex with you?"

'You do. But we've been doing that for awhile now and I – I don't want you to get bored."

"I'm not bored."

"Not yet."

He looked at her, wondering why she was suddenly worried about this. "Aren't you enjoying our sex life."

"Yes! I love it."

"So what's the problem?"

She bit her lip, a little unsure of whether she should tell him.

"Talk to me, Karen."

"I enjoyed sex with Frank too, but then he lost interest in having sex with me. I don't want you to…"

"I am NOT fucking Frank!"

"I know that."

House looked away from her, then back. "If – and that's a big if – I don't want to have sex with you, I'll tell you. And I'll tell you why. Karen, sex between us is good. But it's only good because we're both enjoying it. I get off on your pleasure. And I hope you get off on mine. I don't want you to do anything that you're uncomfortable with. That's not fun for me."

"I want to please you. To make you happy."

"I'm all for that. But only if it makes you happy too."

She nodded, but he could see that she was still unsure. He realized he would have to show her.

He turned her around, pulled her close to him and kissed her gently. He whispered. "You can do anything YOU want to do to me or with me."

She thought for a moment, then nodded. "Okay, let's move to the bed."

They did and she pulled his shirt up and over his head, then tossed it on the floor. Then she unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans. She pushed them down and he lifted his hips to help her get them off. Once he was naked, she started kissing him.

She began at his lips, then placed little kisses all over his face. She lightly nipped his earlobes and licked his neck. Then she moved her lips down to his chest, kissing and licking her way around. She licked each of his nipples, which elicited pleasured moans. She moved further down, but avoided the main event for a while. She kissed around it and even moved down to kiss and lick his legs and knees. She didn't skip his scar, but she didn't linger either.

Finally, she placed a kiss on the tip of his cock. She continued the little kisses and licks up and down it, until, at last, she took it into his mouth. His moans were deeper and more intense as she licked and sucked. He was rock hard by this time and she knew he would come easily there.

But she had other things in mind.

She sat up. He looked at her and said, "Why did you stop."

"I want you inside me when you come."

"Okay." He said with a smile.

She got up, quickly removed her clothes and got back on the bed. She kneeled down in front of him, with her butt facing him.

"Is this okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, it's great." He said, staring at her nice round butt. He moved into position behind her and reached out to touch her, but she was already wet and waiting for him.

He entered her quickly and she cried out in pleasure. Then he began pumping in and out, his thrusts getting more and more intense, until they both reached the end of the line.

She was first, letting go with a loud cry. Her cries pushed him as well, and he was right behind, emptying himself into her with a moan.

Then both collapsed on the bed after and he rolled over to his side, pulling her with him.

"See?" he said. "Isn't it better when we both enjoy it?"

"Yes." She said in a quiet voice. "I just want to be sure you don't get bored with me."

"Baby, if we have sex like that, I can guarantee, I won't be bored."

"I'm not a really interesting or exciting person." She told him.

"Why would you say that?"

"Because I'm not."

"If I didn't find you interesting, I wouldn't be here. You can depend on that."

"But what if you …"

"Stop! Are you happy?"

"Yes."

"Me too. Let's not analyze this to death."

She nodded, smiled and snuggled closer to him. He held her as he fell asleep.