A/N: Thank you for the reviews. And this is the longest chapter yet!

"Greg are you okay?" Her question snapped him out of his thoughts and he had made his decision.

"You're probably wondering why I live with Wilson, when I easily can take care of myself." He looked at her and she nodded urging him on to continue. Okay, here goes he thought before he started telling her about the hallucinations, his time at Mayfield and his time after. While he was telling her he looked down at his hands, it was easier to tell while not looking at her beautiful green eyes. "And we moved here so that Wilson could get out of his dead girlfriends apartment." He finished. He started rubbing his right thigh, out of habit, even though he wasn't in any pain. He looked up at her after a while, he was very nervous about her reaction.

Like at the bar she placed her hand on his forearm and stroked it gently. "I'm glad that you're honest with me. And it probably wasn't easy to tell me all of this." She told him quietly.

That was all she said, he had expected her to run to the door and out of his life, but she was still beside him.

"That's your reaction, you're not gonna run away and say this is too much for you?"

"Yeah this is my reaction. I'm not going to say that it didn't shock me, because it did. But at least you were honest with me. Do you know how hard it is to find somebody who is honest with you?"

She continued to stroke his forearm and he thought about what she had said to him. Could he really be that lucky to find somebody that finally understood his raw honest way?

"Thank you" was all he could say. He looked her deep in the eyes and leaned slowly closer. Their faces were only inches away from each other. House could feel her breathing and her eyes were greener than he ever thought they could be. He placed his hands slowly on her cheeks, he noticed that her skin was indeed very soft as he stroked it. When he stroked her lower lip, his breath caught in his throat when she kissed his thump.

He leaned in closer and gently replaced his thump with his lips. He was overwhelmed by the feeling of her soft lips, it had been a while since he had kissed anybody. It was hard for him to believe that such a simple act as kissing somebody would make him feel slightly less miserable. But he wasn't gonna tell her that, she didn't need to know that he thought so little of himself.

He kissed her upper lip softly and swiped his tongue across it, he felt her open her mouth to grant him access. He began exploring her mouth gently, he wanted to know every little spot in her mouth, what she liked and what she didn't like.

His hands had a little adventure of their own as they left her waist and gently made their way to her arms and ended on her shoulders.

He felt that her hands began exploring as well, he felt them softly stroking his thighs. But then suddenly she stopped, when she felt the ridges of his ugly scar. He needed to tell her that it didn't matter, that in fact her hands took a bit of his pain away. So he slowly ended the kiss and placed his forehead on hers, he opened his eyes and was startled as he saw her beautiful green eyes.

They were both breathing heavily. He breathed in when she breathed out and he could smell the wine and the dessert and he liked that. He didn't say anything for the longest time, but he knew had to take her shock over his scar away, but it was hard for him to figure out what to say to her. She was the one who broke the silence first.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ruin the kiss." She said in a hoarse voice, he almost didn't hear what she said "I hope I didn't make you feel uncomfortable." She lowered her face and seemed to be fascinated with something on her hands. He had to do something he thought.

"Hey, look at me." He pleaded in a gentle voice it almost didn't sound like him. He waited until her green eyes focused on his blue "I'm an idiot… I should've told you how big the scar is. Yes I am in pain every day, but with ibuprofen I have it under control and it's way better than hallucinating."

"Did I hurt you?"

"No you didn't." He squeezed her shoulders to tell that she really hadn't "It actually helps to rub it." He took her hand and brought it back to his scar. She stroked it very softly, she was obviously still afraid that she was going to hurt him. So he took her hand again and showed her how much pressure she could use.

"So should we watch the rest of the movie?" She stopped rubbing his leg and looked up at him.

"Yeah let's do that." She turned to the screen. They were sitting very close together, so House reached out and put his arm around her. She smiled and snuggled closer to him, laying her head on his shoulder. He could feel her breathing on his neck and it sent a shiver down his spine. The movie was long forgotten for him, he was enjoying her so close to him. He finally had a woman who was willing to spend time with him and it felt great.

"I should probably leave. It's getting late." She said as the movie finished.

"Are you sure? You look pretty tired." He had seen she was fighting very hard not to close her eyes.

"I'll be alright."

"Sure? I don't mind if you spend the night here." He told her softly.

"I'm sure you don't" She smiled at him and he realized how what he had said sounded.

"That's not what I meant."

"I know. I don't want to step on any toes. What is your roommate going to say to this?"

"Forget about Wilson. And it's not his bed were going to sleep in."

She laughed "That would be fun though, wouldn't it?" Her face turned serious "Don't you think it's a bit too soon for me to be sleeping here?"

"Relax you're not getting in my pants today."

"Alright. I'll stay, but only because I'm really tired." He smiled and led her to his bedroom.

There wasn't much in his room, they had just moved and he hadn't been back at his place to get some of his stuff. So there only was a bed and a dresser and his guitars in the room.

"Okay, the bathroom is through that door" He pointed to the door on his left "And I'll give you one of my shirts to sleep in."

He found her a shirt and gave it to her, it was his Rolling Stones shirt. "There should be an extra toothbrush in the bathroom as well, just look in the drawer under the sink." She nodded and left for the bathroom.

He went back to the kitchen, because he still had to take his meds and finish the cleaning, he didn't want to get in trouble with Wilson again.

When he reached for a glass she walked back in the kitchen in nothing but his shirt. At the sight his breath caught in his throat. The light in the hall made her stand out like an angel and her legs looked even longer than they did before.

"Do you need any help with the clean up?" he didn't answer her, he just kept staring at her with his mouth open. If his mouth wouldn't have been so damn dry he probably would've drooled all over his own shirt.

"Greg?"

"What? Sorry, did you say something?" She just chuckled and handed him the plates so he could put them in the dishwasher.

"I was just going to take my pills."

"Oh, I'll do it then." She put their plates and wine glasses in the dishwasher. It was hard for him to focus on taking his pills, because each time she bend over to put something in the dishwasher he could see a little bit of her black panties. So he had to turn around and think of a naked Wilson, so he could take his pills without having a coughing fit. But he had to comment on that, he just couldn't help himself.

"You look really good in my shirt." He still had his back to her, so she couldn't see her smiling over to him.

"Do I?" she stepped closer to him and embraced him from behind. Her arms on his belly and her head between his shoulder blades, where he could feel her take a deep breath and all he could do was close his eyes and enjoy the sensation of her this close to him.

"I even think you look better than I ever did in that shirt." She smiled so wide even he could feel it through his shirt.

"Come on, let's go to bed."

He turned around and had his hands on her hips and a big smile on his face "Really?"

"Not like that, silly!" She slapped him playfully on the chest and he his smile turned even bigger "I'm really tired." She then told him seriously.

"I know you are. You almost fell asleep while we were watching the movie. And let me tell you not many people fall asleep during one of Bruce Willis' best movies."

"I'm going to bed then."

"I'll be there in two seconds." He had only said that so he could admire the view of her backside. And it turned out to be a great idea, because he was rewarded with an extra sway of her hips, which also meant that she knew what he was up to, that made him chuckle quietly to himself.

He walked into his bedroom only seconds later and found her already lying in his bed, with her eyes closed. Why the hell was she so tired?

After he had brushed his teeth and changed into his sleeping pants and t-shirt, he was finally ready to go to bed and join her. But he was a bit nervous, he never was much of a cuddler in bed. He had never cuddled with Stacy, because they both did wanted to have some space. And with Lydia there never was any time for cuddling, because she had to get home to her family. But he was willing to try for Annette, it certainly felt nice to have his arm around her on the couch.

When he lifted the covers she opened her eyes and smiled up at him and waited for him to get comfortable. "It took you longer than two seconds. Why do we use that phrase anyway?" She turned to her side to face him "It always takes longer than two seconds."

"Did you drink too much wine?" He asked her amused by the question she had asked him.

She rolled her eyes "No, I'm just really tired. I've been reading final exams all day."

"Oh why didn't you call to cancel then?" He turned on his side as well.

"No" she reached out and put her hand on his cheek and stroked it with her thump. "I wanted to see you again." He leaned into her hand and closed his eyes.

"I'm really glad that you came, even though you nearly fell asleep during the movie." She giggled, a sound that he never had heard before, but wanted to hear more of.

She came closer to him and kissed his cheek, then she dragged her mouth to his neck and peppered it with soft kisses. He sighed and put his arms around her to pull her closer, his hand slipped under her shirt.

"If you keep that up, we're not gonna sleep any time soon." She smiled and stopped what she was doing.

"Sorry."

"It's okay. Just don't start something you can't finish." She giggled again and rested her head on his shoulder and her hands were on his chest stroking him tenderly.

He closed his eyes and could hear her breathing get heavy, she was already fast asleep. He was glad that she was staying, there was no way she would've made it home. He pulled her even closer and sighed again and fell asleep as well.