Title:Mentor

A/N- DigDeeper, you TOTALLY cracked me up with your review! Just had to tell you that :S-Andi

Chapter Twelve: No Sleep Yet

"What happened?" Lisa asked again as Allison set her purse on the end table next to the door.

"Nothing."

"Oh."

"Not that kind of nothing." Allison made a point to clarify. "I just feel stupid."

"Why?" Lisa gestured to the living room couch, silently telling Allison to sit down and talk about it.

Flopping down on the couch, Allison let out a large sigh, "Greg got home and we ate dinner and watched a movie."

"Sounds nice enough." Cuddy collapsed onto the couch next to the younger woman.

"And he kissed me." Allison pressed her hands to her face. "And then I got flustered."

"Flustered?" Lisa quirked an eyebrow at her new friend.

Cuddy found it difficult to listen to an intimate reiteration of the nights events, considering how close she was to House; it was a little hard to hear a girl talking about his... uh... Methods. But she remained attentive and coaxed the story out of Allison.

"Basically, he was kissing me and I freaked out because... Because we were getting into a horizontal position and..." Allison stood up and flung her hands in the air. What use was it beating around the bush? Allison groaned at that internal metaphor. "I'm a virgin."

"Oh... OH!" Lisa covered her mouth, not able to help the reddening of her own cheeks.

"Yeah."

"So, you were um... Uncertain." Lisa ventured, feeling the girl's embarrassment.

"Yeah." Allison began to pace. "I mean, it's stupid right? It shouldn't be that big of a deal. It's not like it's a bad thing. But I don't want to seem all inexperienced around him. I mean... I like him... A lot..." She hugged herself as she paced, "And I know he likes me, but..."

"Allison." Lisa said gently, "Let's go back quite a few years. I knew how you feel now." It was very awkward talking to a new friend about such things, but seeing as she was the only female Allison knew in the area, Lisa felt it was her moral obligation to talk to her. "But, you know, House isn't going to-"

"I know!" Allison's arms flew skyward once again.

"But you want him to, don't you." At Allison's slumping shoulders, Lisa got her answer. "Then I think you have your answer."

"It's just... I've been so focused on school forever! I devoted my entire life towards going to college, getting good grades, and my extra-curricular activities that I never gave myself the chance to have a big relationship. And I didn't have such low self-esteem that I needed to sleep with a guy to feel good about myself! I knew that there would be time to do all that stuff later, when I'd be ready for the potential repercussions. And now... Now I feel so..." After her rant Allison looked at Lisa with a face that quite clearly said that she was at a loss, "Can... Can you..." Allison took a deep breath. "Can you give me a ride back to Greg's house?"

"Sure." Lisa was still at her own loss for words when she went to get her keys. However, before she could leave the living room, she paused. "Actually," she turned and looked at Allison, "why don't we get you a little more prepared for this?"

"Uh... How?" Allison took on the pose of a very bashful individual, her hands clasping together as she angled her body.

"Come on." Lisa turned towards the stairs and started jogging up them.

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"Are you sure I shouldn't put on some kind of lipstick?" Allison looked at her reflection in the mirror.

"No, House doesn't like a lot of make-up." Lisa finished tying the fabric of the wrap around blouse about Allison's waist. "You want a natural look with him." She straightened up and swept a stray hair from Allison's face. "I cannot believe you got me hopeless romantic enough to help you seduce my co-worker." She shook her head. "Especially House."

"I'm not seducing him." Allison narrowed her eyes, "I'm just boosting my confidence enough to go to him and give him what we both want."

"I know I'm a doctor, but- EW!" Lisa gave Allison a slight nudge before flinging a pair of shoes at her.

"You're sure he won't know this is your top?" Allison asked as Lisa disappeared to rummage through Allison's make-up bag.

"Yeah, I just bought it. He might mention something about the neckline, but just give him a confused look." Allison looked at Lisa with a quirked eyebrow, "That look will work." She had a bottle of Sugar Vanilla body spray. "Here." She opened the bottle and dabbed her finger in, placing a drop on each of Allison's wrists, either side of her throat and the backs of her knees.

"Why the backs of my knees?" Allison wobbled in Lisa's heels.

"Area of movement, creates friction and heat which expels the scent."

"You read that in Cosmo didn't you?" Allison accused as she tried to gain her balance. "I really don't know about these shoes." She wobbled again.

"You won't be wearing them long."

Allison glared.

"Well you won't!" Lisa cried.

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It was a somber House that sat on the couch, nursing a beer and staring at a blank tv screen. He couldn't watch television to distract his mind right now, for once he had to focus a great amount of attention on his thoughts.

He couldn't lie, Allison's confession had seriously thrown him for a loop, as well as given him the hardest boner he'd experienced in a long time. Part of him was extremely grateful that there were no condoms in the apartment, just for the simple fact that his lack of contraceptives had played a major role in his personal restraint.

Reflecting, House quickly realized that the last time he'd slept with a virgin was back in high school, when he had been one too. That day was long ago, and his head swam trying to remember the details. On that memorable day, House had been so nervous himself, that he hadn't taken much time to consider the comfort of his equally inexperienced partner. It had been all right though. There could be no disappointments because neither knew what to expect.

That thought didn't help him at all, because he knew the second Allison was laid out before him she would start to question herself. He knew that she'd wonder if she was any good, or if she was doing something wrong. And at that moment, House made a promise to himself, and her, that he would be patient and encouraging. Not his most dominant personality traits, but he was willing to exercise them for her and her comfort.

Strangely, the thought of being with her didn't seem so frightening anymore. In fact, anticipation began to build for the moment when he could finally have her. After all, if he took it slow, and didn't scare the living hell out of her by doing something completely crazy; he could be a wonderful first time lover for her. She wouldn't have to worry about the awkwardness of someone less experienced than himself, or the inconsideration towards her own needs. And on a sidenote, he didn't mind stroking his own ego at this thought, but he knew that he was more than capable of pleasing a woman.

Reassured, House felt more and more comfortable with making love to Allison.

When a knock sounded on his door, House forced himself off of the couch with a groan. If it was Wilson, he was going to get his ass kicked for interrupting his epiphany. House wasn't in the mood for dealing with his friend. Flinging the door open, House wouldn't have been surprised if his jaw had hit the floor.

Before he could pick his jaw up and say anything, Allison's arms wrapped about his neck and her mouth pressed roughly against his. Strange, he could have sworn Allison was much shorter than this.

Arm curling around her waist, House stammered backwards, throwing the door shut once more as Allison clung to his mouth, prolonging the kiss.

"Ally." He said breathlessly when their lips finally parted.

"I'm not shy anymore." She told him, the bare part of her leg, that her short skirt didn't cover, wrapped around his own leg.

"I can see that." House looked down at her, "Did you take a cab in that?"

"No, Lisa dropped me off." Allison's arms remained firmly curled around his neck.

House glanced down, seeing a deep plunge into her neckline. "That's Cuddy's shirt, isn't it?"

Allison quirked an eyebrow.

"And she told you to make that face when I asked that, didn't she?"

"So?"

House didn't say anything, only lowered his arms to cup just beneath her bottom and lift her up. Her body went momentarily rigid before her legs curled around his hips. Allison willed her body not to tremor as he moved with her in his arms towards the hallway. She knew what was down this hallway. His bedroom was at the end of this hallway. Eyes closing, Allison let her head drop to his shoulder, her mouth planting gentle kisses along the side of his throat.

No matter what Allison had said, House knew the truth. He could feel the tremor in her thighs as he carried her. He could feel the pounding in her chest. And he could hear the erratic breaths coming from her mouth. All of these could be signs that she was ready to start, but House knew better. Their alternative interpretation was that she was anything but ready.

Nudging his bedroom door open, House threw Allison onto his relatively new bed. She looked up at him in slight confusion when he didn't fall onto the bed with her.

"I already told you once, Ally, I'm not having sex with you tonight." House said firmly.

"Then why did you bring me in here?" She crawled onto her knees and tried to get as level with his eyes as possible.

"Because I'm at least nice enough to let you sleep on a bed. I'm not, however, nice enough to waste gas going back to Cuddy's twice in the same night." Allison's body seemed to deflate all at once. "What?"

"I know it's not because I don't look hot. I don't have such low self-esteem to think that you don't want me." Allison looked at him for a long moment and laughed at last. "I guess everyone really has you wrong. You really aren't as much of a bastard as everyone likes to say you are."

"You never thought I was." House said quietly.

"No. I knew you were. I didn't have to think it." Allison sighed. "But I guess even bastards can be gentlemen."

"Are you trying to provoke me?" House quirked an eyebrow, "'Cause it's really not working."

"No, if I were trying to provoke you," Allison reached behind her back and pulled the ties that held the front of her shirt closed, "I'd be doing something like this." The front of her blouse hung open, but still hid most of her torso. House could see the cups of her lacy black bra peeking out from the sides of the gaping void of fabric. The now exaggerated dip of the neckline gave visibility to the smooth skin of her abdomen, which looked firm and made House want to run his hand over her skin.

Finding himself rooted to the same spot on the bedroom floor, all House could find himself doing was watching Allison play with the ties of her borrowed blouse. Snapping himself out of his moment of entrapment, House reached for her wrists and halted her movement of pushing off the shirt. Close like this, he could smell the sweet scent of her perfume, and nearly taste her warm skin. The scent was powerful, but House felt obligated to at least put up the pretense of fighting it off.

However, House couldn't stop his lips from grazing against the smooth skin in the space between her neck and shoulder.

"If you won't sleep with me," Allison began, speaking softly with him so near, "then at least stay here for a bit." House managed to nod, and Allison enveloped his neck with her arms, tilting her face so she could capture his lips with her own.

To House, it was like kissing an entirely different person than he had earlier that evening. Her nerves seemed to vanish as she kissed him now. Maybe it was the assurance that they wouldn't be having sex that particular night, that gave her the courage to kiss him fearlessly. Whatever it was, House basked in the glow of kissing a beautiful young woman.

He nibbled and sucked on her bottom lip, trailing down her throat. Allison didn't know what made her do it, but her legs wrapped around his hips and she felt his hips drop with the sudden additional weight. In that moment, Allison could feel his hardness press against her, and her mind and body grew curious. Swallowing hard, Allison closed her eyes and clenched her legs to press his hips against her again.

"You might want to stop doing that." House breathed against her neck in harsh pants.

"Why?" Her eyes had clenched shut as he nibbled and sucked on her neck, reveling in the feel of his jean clad hips pushing against hers.

House pulled away slightly. "Because," his breaths were deep as he tried to gain control, "I can only restrain so much. The rest does things on its own." He pointed out, making Allison flush. There was his shy girl once more.

"I..." Allison took a deep breath and then smiled, "The parasympathetic system doesn't scare me." She gave her legs another flex, grinding him against her once again. House groaned and buried his face in the crook of her neck.

"That's cheating." He murmured into her neck.

"Do you want me to stop?" She asked gently.

"... No." House admitted, this time pressing his hips against her without the assistance of her legs. She gasped and arched into the pressure. "Just, tell me when I'm going to far for you." House murmured, and she nodded.

His mouth was trailing hot, moist kisses down her throat to give her collar bone a quick nip, while his hands pushed aside the open front of her shirt. Allison whimpered when his hands went to cup her lace incased breasts, though his hands were gentle, the contact still sent a series of electrical pulses to her sex.

"Greg." She murmured his name as she rose slightly to remove her shirt. After she had flung the article of clothing across the room, Allison's hands went to the tail of his t-shirt and began pulling it off of his body. House release his hold on her to raise his arms, but he quickly returned his attention back to her plump mounds once she'd gotten his shirt off of him.

Leaning back down, House pressed his lips to Allison's, and her mouth opened quickly to accept the offered duel against his tongue. She could feel his hands sliding up the length of her sides, and she could feel his weight pressing their hips together. Eyes shut tightly, Allison tried to feel as much of his body with hers as she could, her hands trailing down his chest and feeling his torso beneath her wandering fingertips. House's hands slipped beneath her bra and gently squeezed Allison's breasts, her nipples hard and rolling against his palms. She moaned when he shoved her bra up entirely, the sound echoing in his mouth.

Pulling back, House ducked down and looked at her. She was flushed and panting, her legs still circled around his hips, and arms resting on either side of her head. Her disheveled appearance was wild and innocent all at once, and it made House's cock strain against the confines of his jeans just to look at her. Allison sat up and undid her bra, flinging it aside as she had done with her blouse. Entire chest now bare, the only thing covering her from him was the pleated skirt and her panties. Even her shoes had been kicked off at some point during their frenzied kisses.

Flattening himself against her, House captured her lips, feeling her bare chest pressed firmly against him. Allison tightened her legs, grinding his hips against her once more as she kissed him furiously. She could feel his heart pouding, and her own frantic pulse was just as noticeable in their embrace.

Finally, panting and out of breath, House pulled away entirely. He even disentangled her legs from his hips and rose from the bed.

"What?" Allison propped herself up on her elbows and watched him pace, he almost looked like it was hurting him to walk. "What's wrong?"

"I'm going to bed."

"Why?" She sat up entirely and watched him walk toward the door. He stopped and let his head thud against the wooden threshold.

"I told you, Ally. I'm not sleeping with you tonight." House was still trying to control his breathing and pulse.

"You're leaving already?" Allison found herself hugging her arms around her chest.

Turning around, House saw the timid look on Allison's face and smiled slightly, "I can't stay."

"Why?" She pouted, crawling off of the bed, but still covering her breasts as she rose.

"Because, I'm not going to make it any longer in here with you without going any further." He admitted. "I should leave."

Allison's pout worsened. "... But..."

House shook his head, "Not tonight." He leaned down and kissed her lips once again.

"Why not tonight?" Allison stopped hugging her chest and began trailing her hands up his body.

House perused his brains for the logical reason why it couldn't be tonight. Finally, his brain came up with the reason he'd even made that statement, "Because I don't have any condoms, and I seriously doubt that you're on any birth control."

Allison's body slumped and her hands fell to her sides, "No, I'm not."

"Then we wait." House planted a kiss on her crown.

"Tomorrow?" She looked up at him.

House put his hands on his hips, "You know, for a girl who was squealing about how she couldn't do it earlier this evening; you sure want to do it."

"I was nervous!" Allison protested. "I'm not now."

"Then I'll just have to make sure to give you a sedative next time."

"Tomorrow?" She asked again playfully.

"Maybe." House sighed with slight annoyance.

"If I hadn't been disillusioned about the withdrawal method when I read those anatomy books, I'd say let's go for it." She groaned and went to flop onto the bed.

House laughed and shook his head, "See you in the morning, Ally." He said as he left the bedroom.

Closing the bedroom door behind himself, House leaned against it and released a long sigh. She was going to be the death of him.

But what a way to die.

TBC

A/N- As Always, thanks for reading- NOW REVIEW!!! They are the air that I breathe and the notes of my inspiration!-Andi