Chapter 14

Origins

When it was time to go, Teagan wasn't regretting a single moment of the day. It had been perfect from the minute they entered the lobby, tasted the wine, had dinner and kissed next to the fireplace until they walked out of the Grand Dining Hall when it was over. Walking towards the lobby, House grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks.

"Where are you going?" Greg asked pulling her arm in a different direction.

"To the car?"

"I'm not driving home after drinking that much wine. I booked us a room too." Her face went blank and he realized she was doing the math again. "Don't go there. I can afford it."

"What room number?" She asked quickly.

He looked at the card, "472."

She started to whisper as they got on the elevator with several other guests, "That's a junior suite. I know, I've cleaned it often enough. That's $570 a night!"

"I told you not to go there. You don't want me to drive and have an accident do you?"

"No, but the Yosemite Inn is only $129 a night. I can screw just as well in a $129 a night room as a $570 a night room."

He started laughing at her, hugging her in his arms, "Wilson thinks I'm cheap, he should hear you. Teagan, just enjoy it. I want you to be able to say that you were screwed by Greg House in a Junior Suite at the Ahwahnee and I'm more than willing to pay $570 for the honor of doing it."

"I'd rather say that I was screwed by George Clooney in a Junior Suite at the Ahwahnee and I'm willing to pay $570 for that honor!" She broke into a big mischievous smile.

"Oooo, you are cruel. Especially after all the trouble I've gone through to make sure you had a good time."

"Ok, I'm lying. The only person I want to be screwed by right now is you, Greg House."

He pinned her up against the back of the elevator and started to kiss her over and over with his tongue exploring her mouth. The other guests in the elevator where either amused or upset by their behavior. "Get a room," one of them said as he got off on the third floor. When they got to their room, House went over to the television and turned on one of the music channels that played light jazz. A Charlie Parker piece came on. He turned and smiled at her.

"Strip for me."

She pushed him down onto the edge of the bed and began by taking her shoes off. Leaning in, Teagan kissed him, her moist mouth warm, her tongue tasting like rich wine. She lifted her dress for him to take her panties off. He smiled up at her when he noticed that Teagan was wearing his favorite blue satin and lace panties. House gently pulled them down, savoring the wisps of hair that he slowly revealed as he slipped them over her calves for her to step out of. He took the panties and put them in his lap, beckoning for her to come close.

House ran his long fingers over the shapely calves and then stroked her smooth skin under her dress, massaging her thighs and butt and pulling her into him. Reaching up and around to her zipper, he pulled it down along with her straps, exposing the round breast and engorged nipples that he rolled between his fingers. Cupping her breasts, he kissed them, sucked them and then pulled her dress down further, letting it fall to the floor. She bent over him as he fell back onto the bed. Lying next to him, Teagan took off House's tie and unbuttoned his blue shirt, kissing his chest with every button she undid. The black leather belt came off next. House helped hurry the process by taking off his socks and pants for her. She reached into his boxers and began stroking him as her eyes caressed his own. She ran her tongue around his lips.

He took off his boxers and then motioned, "Get on top, I want to see you and those gorgeous breasts as I make love to you."

As she climbed on, she refused to let him do anything, making all the moves herself. She held him down forcibly if he tried to thrust up, stopped moving if he tried to touch her. All he could do was lie back and watch as she slipped seductively up and down his wet erection, playing with her breasts and rubbing her clit as she did.

"Teagan, I can't take it anymore. I ..." he couldn't even talk about it, he had to move, he met her sliding motions with an equal and opposite force. Watching her fondle herself, he started breathing hard and could feel the pressure building in balls. He held on to her beautiful, round hips, pushing and pulling on them as they both picked up the pace, bucking faster and faster. "Ahhhhhhhh." He yelled as the climax ripped through him uncontrollably. His head tilted back and she could see the veins in his forehead pop out until he stopped, panting and gasping for air for a full minute. Then his entire body slowly relaxed.

House gently pulled her down and off of him. Without any words between them, he began to give her the same pleasure with his fingers rubbing circles around her swollen clit. Pushing his fingers into her vagina, he could feel the sticky semen he had left behind. When the waves came, she held onto him tightly until she could no longer take the pleasurable sensations. He continued, but she was too sensitive and crossed her legs so that he would have to stop. He pulled back and then slipped his arms around her waist.

"Teagan. I don't know what to do with you." He said sadly, stroking her hair and kissing her nose.

"What do you mean? You don't have to do anything with me."

"I feel so good right now, but we both know this is going to end badly. I can't live in the mountains and you can't live in the city. To top it off, your mountains are thousands of miles from my city. This is like a really bad opera."

She knew he was right but she didn't want to think about it coming to an end in a few days. "Shhhh. Don't think about that, think about how wonderful it's been and will be for the next few days. I can't think about the future for once. It's just too painful."

"It's so damned ironic. I finally allow myself a little happiness and when I do, it's with someone who can't make me happy."

"I don't make you happy?"

"No, making me happy would mean you'd come back to Princeton and live with me."

Her heart sank; he was forcing her to think about him leaving and what it would do to her to see him go. "I want so much to say yes, but you know I can't, I just can't do it, at least not yet. I have some healing to do, I have to get healthy again, build up my strength. Please understand."

"Ahh, don't feel bad. I understand, but it doesn't make me feel any better. This is F#cked up beyond all repair...FUBAR!"

"No argument there. Now, since we're destined to play the star-crossed lovers, we should at least enjoy this part of the play while we can."

"You're right, let me kiss you." He put his hand to her cheek and then leaned in to kiss her."

The next morning they checked out at noon and ate breakfast downstairs in the dining room in their evening clothes. They both felt silly and yet had a good time watching the people watch them. The drive home was uneventful except that a brown bear crossed the road in front of them halfway to the gate and House looked at her with amazement. He understood why this would place enchanted her. The scenery was spectacular with its waterfalls, rivers, huge granite faces, wildlife and pine trees. It was like living in a painting. He understood why Ansel Adams' favorite place on earth was Yosemite.