Title: Mentor

Chapter Eighteen: Strike a Pose

Allison was happy to find the door to House's condo unlocked. Pushing the door open, she turned and closed it, locking it before turning back towards the living room. Before she had a moment to react, House had already pushed her against the door, his mouth pressed firmly against her lips. Once her surprise had worn off, Allison wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back with the same passion. As she became more and more aware of her surroundings, Allison realized that her lover had already been nude when she'd arrived.

House slid his hand up the length of her thigh, giving her ass a hard squeeze before sliding around to her front. Moaning as his hand came in contact with her sensitive nether region, Allison coiled one long leg over his hip as his fingers wandered beneath her skirt, pushing up the hem towards her waist. Allison licked her lips as his fingers slipped around her panties and came in contact with her already dampening entry. Their mouths still fused, House tickled and stroked her until he felt she was ready. He pushed the flimsy material of her panties off of her hips, letting them slide down her legs. Allison dropped the foot she'd curled around his and let the fabric fall the rest of the way before kicking them aside.

Pulling from her lips, House murmured, "Hold my neck tight." She did as he said, and let out a squeal of excitement as he brought her leg about her thigh, dragging it up over his hip. Quirking an eyebrow at him, she gave a little hop, letting her other leg curl about his waist, "Got a good hold on me?" Her arms tightened again slightly.

"OH DEAR GOD!" Allison screeched when House released her legs, only to work her knees into the crooks of his elbows. He pressed her hard against the door, causing her legs to bow and her knees to press on either side of her chest. She clenched his neck tighter, and felt his member touch her slick passage. "Greg," She said nervously, feeling like she would fall, "I don't know about this."

"I won't drop you." He assured, and felt her relax slightly in his hold. "You ready?" He asked, placing kisses along her chest. Allison nodded and felt him press more insistently against her as he began to slip inside. Her eyes clenched. It felt strange, and more than a little uncomfortable. Not too mention something was digging into her back.

"Ow."

"Ow?" He looked at her.

"Door knob." She grunted, and House pulled back slightly, and then pushed her back against the side of the door lacking the protruding knob.

With that problem fixed, Allison once again relaxed, and he once again began to enter her. Slowly, she felt him sink deeper.

"Greg, baby, I can't do it like this." Allison whimpered, "Please just drop my knees back down." She pleaded.

Looking at her, House felt guilty. He knew that even though they'd been together for nearly two months, that she was still relatively new at this, and he belittled himself for not thinking about her comfort. Pulling out of her body, he carefully released her knees, which she wobbled on for a moment. Curling his body against her, House kissed the side of her neck, "I'm sorry, baby." He said softly in her ear, "Just wanted to make my last full night with you special."

"We're together." She said softly, "It is special."

"I'll make it up to you." He said, pulling her towards the couch.

Allison licked her lips, letting him lead her. "I know how we can make it special." She said, slowly sinking onto the couch, and tugging at her top enticingly. "You have film in that polaroid camera, right?"

House quirked an eyebrow, "Yeah..."

"Go get it."

House walked away to retrieve the camera. "Now what are we doing?" House asked as he returned.

"Start taking pictures of me." Allison demanded as she slowly began to unbutton her shirt, "I want you to remember me after I leave." She bit her lip as she squirmed on the couch, disrobing. House couldn't snap photos fast enough, and he damned the camera for not dispensing the photos quickly enough for him to capture her every movement. However, he gained control of his eagerness, and began going for pictures he'd be able to enjoy, rather than a play-by-play of her entire strip.

When she flung her blouse across the room, Allison crawled on her hands and knees towards him, her breasts, pressing together in a tempting way, still harnessed in her red, satin bra. Her black skirt hugged her beautiful hips, as they rolled with her movement. She looked like a feline on the prowl as she came to the arm of the couch and sat up on her knees to unclasp her bra. House licked his lips as she held the bra to her chest, looking up at him with a coy, yet sultry gaze, and he snapped another photo. Dropping her bra from her breasts, Allison flung it across the living room near her blouse, her gaze following the line her arm made, and House took another picture.

Next she removed her skirt, and since he had already liberated her from her panties, she now lay on the sofa, completely nude, her right knee bent and angled over her left her hand resting lightly on her abdomen just below her breast, and her other arm flopped gracefully above her head. Taking the final picture, House looked down at the litter of polaroid pictures strewn around his feet before setting the camera on the coffee table.

"You want to know what else can make tonight special?" Allison whispered as he sat on the edge of the cushion by her legs and placed a careful hand on her bent knee.

"What, Ally?" He ran his palm down the length of her pale leg.

"Take off that rubber." She jerked her head at his still condom encased hard-on. "I got on the pill about a month ago." Allison sat up slightly, taking his hand that was gliding down her thigh, capturing it and running it towards the inner aspect of her leg. "I want to feel you here." She moaned as his fingers flickered against the hot passage.

Groaning deep in his throat, House ran his fingertips against her moist slit, letting them sink into the dampness he found. "I want to feel you around me." He murmured as well, leaning over her body and capturing her lips as his fingers played with her pulsing core.

"Then fuck me like this." Her bent knee turned outward, and House slowly positioned his hips between hers. Reaching between their bodies, he pulled the condom off of his length and unceremoniously, flicked it away. Wrapping her legs around his hips, Allison bent her knees a bit to encourage him to hurry.

Sliding into her body, House savored the feel of her juices coating his cock, enveloping him with her heat and slickness. She moaned as he sunk in deeper, rolling her hips. "Can I make love to you all night?" He asked as he entered her entirely.

"I don't know. Can you?" She arched her back, grinding her hips against him.

"That sounds like a challenge."

"It is." She half opened her eyes to leer at him.

"I'm up for a challenge." He stated, pulling back and then slamming back in, tearing a grateful moan from her throat.

"God!" Allison gasped, her hands rising to grasp her breasts, feeling them bounce in her palms with the force behind his thrusts, "D-don't tire yourself... I want you like this... All night." She panted, and whimpered when he pulled out entirely, "Don't stop." She cried.

House leaned back and quickly turned Allison over. She went to prop herself on her knees, but House pushed down on her lower back, keeping her in place. Pulling one of her legs up against his hip, House pressed back into her, drawing out a lengthy moan.

"OH! Go-od!" Allison cried into the cushion, "I take it back- EXPERIMENT! Try whatever position you want." She arched her back as he quickly thrust against her, making her come in a matter of movements.

"Ally, you're fucking strangling me like this." House panted, dropping lower to press his forehead to her back. "Fuck, still so tight." He moaned, planting chaste kisses along her spine and feeling her shudder when she came again.

"Don't know... How you fit in me, Greg." She whimpered, rolling her hips and crying out again, "But I fucking love it." She curled her arms under her head and tried not to scream when he managed to increase the pace. "Oh! Oh please." She murmured in a series of squeaks, unable to cry out from how hoarse her throat had become in a matter of moments.

Coming hard, House felt himself shoot his seed deep into her belly, and she managed to get out a passionate cry despite her raw throat.

She shook and after he withdrew, Allison turned back onto her spine, looking up at him lazily before he collapsed against her, burying his face against her breasts.

"Mm. Break time." Allison said softly, closing her eyes.

"Mm, give me," his eyes cracked open a bit and looked at the digital clock beneath the tv, "thirty minutes or so."

"Love you." Allison whispered.

"Love you too." His lips encircled her taught nipple, suckling it while his hand ran down her thigh.

"You said thirty minutes or so." Allison shook from his touch.

"To get it up." He pointed out, "But I don't need thirty minutes to keep you coming." He teased, giving her bare ass cheek a demanding squeeze.

"Oh God." Allison realized the implications. "Greg." She warned.

"You said all night."

"Oh God." Allison realized that she'd damned herself, but then she thought about it. "I said I want you fucking me, not groping me." She stated.

"I can fuck you with my hands," he let his finger draw a line down her torso to the trim and neat curls, "and my mouth." He lowered his mouth back to her breast, emphasizing his point with a flickering of his tongue against the peaked flesh. Allison couldn't kill the whimper that built in her throat when he gave her nipple a tug, or the tremor in her thighs when his fingers found the pleasurable center between her legs.

"Ah, Greg." Her eyes clamped shut as her hips bucked against his hand. Kissing down her chest, House's mouth soon hovered over her hot, aching pussy. Soon, he had her wailing his name repeatedly as his tongue and lips played with the sensitive flesh. "Oh, God! I love loopholes!" She cried, making House chuckle to himself as he continuously brought her over the edge and back again. He knew that she would have fought him on her earlier statement until he proved to her that she shouldn't.

When he felt that he had her sated for a while, House licked a long line up her chest before nuzzling against her throat. Her arms curled around his neck as she panted and shook beneath him, holding his mouth to her. She could feel the throbbing pressure of his mouth, and knew that she'd have a hickey in the morning, but she didn't care. It would be her little momento for a few days after she was away from him...

"What's wrong?" House's head jerked up when her heard a shuddering sob echo in her chest and issue from her panting lips. When he looked at her face, he saw tears spilling from the swirling pools of blue and their lilly pad flecks of green. "Ally, baby, what's wrong?" He murmured, against her ear, tugging her body closer to his.

"I don't want to leave you." She choked, clinging to him as shudders wracked her body. "I don't want to go back to Illinois. I don't want to go back to school. I just wanna be with you."

House smiled gently at her, "It's not like I'm going to disappear." He murmured into her ear, trying to sound reassuring despite his own ache to keep her by his side. "We'll still be in contact. And you'll still be able to talk to me whenever you want."

"It's not the same." She pouted, her eyes still leaking fresh tears.

Shaking his head, House agreed, "No, it won't be the same, but we can handle it." He assured, running his hand down her side.

Sniffling slightly, Allison didn't release her grip on him, even as she nodded.

"Here," House managed to wriggle free of her hold and he got up, "I was going to give this to you tomorrow, but now seems like a good time." He went to the kitchen counter, and despite Allison's woe, she couldn't help admiring the way the muscles in his back flexed with his movements, or just how good his ass looked.

"What is it?" Allison brushed away stray tears.

"It's not much." He came back and settled next to her on the couch, "But it's a hell of a lot more meaningful than anything I could ever think up." He sighed, holding an old fashioned, brass mortise key, that looked like it had recently been coated in a laquer.

"What is it?" Allison took it. House had tied it onto a thin black chord of satin fabric.

"I found it at my grandmother's when I was a kid. I thought it looked interesting, so she let me keep it. I knew you liked old things, so I thought you'd like to have it." He smiled at the amazed look on her face, "I had it coated in a laquer so it wouldn't turn your chest green, and," he took the key from her and showed her the side of it, "I had that etched in there." It was very small, and Allison had to squint to read it. No one would know it was there unless she told them.

"-I will lead you to your Home-." Allison read aloud and thought about it for a moment, and the way that "Home" had been capitalized. It was a play on words with his name, and it created a pounding in her chest that made her choke on her next words, "I love it." She pulled the chord around her neck and let the key settle into is new home just above her breasts. "I wish I had something to give to you." She said solemnly.

House smirked and leaned over the couch, "I do believe you've given me quite a lot, actually." He picked up the disarray of Polaroids. "I think I'll remember you quite well."

"Which one's your favorite?" Allison asked coyly, guessing it was the one where she was lying completely naked on the couch.

House shuffled through them, throwing the blurry ones he'd taken when he'd first tried to take as many as possible. When he got to the better ones, which were actually in focus, he began looking at them, "I like all of them."

"But which one's your favorite?" She asked in a teasing voice.

"This one." House showed her the picture and Allison was surprised. It was the one where she'd just relieved herself of her bra and had tossed it aside. However, it didn't show that she was topless, she could have very easily been wearing a tube top in the photo and no one would have known she was almost nude.

"Why this one? You can't even see anything!" Allison pointed out.

"I can see plenty." House smiled at her, "I can see the distant look in your eyes, and how much you want me. I can see the sunlight shining on your face from the window, and how it sets your eyes off into a gleaming pool." He dropped the photo onto the coffee table and slowly leaned into her until she was lying on the couch once again, "I can see how you're not posing for me anymore, just being yourself, and being comfortable with me watching the way your body moves when freed from clothing." Allison legs wrapped around his hips as he talked to her, already feeling an intense wave of slickness coating her inner thighs.

"Are you ready to keep making love to me, Greg?" Allison asked breathlessly, her feet gliding up and down the backs of his thighs.

"I've been ready to make love to you." He replied, his arms sliding up the length of her torso.

"On the bed?"

"On the bed." He agreed, wrapping his strong arms around her waist and rising with her in his arms.

He carried her to the bedroom and they fell onto the bed together. Pulling her hips to the edge of the mattress, House had her plant her feet firmly on the ground as he leaned over her. Widening her legs, Allison licked her lips and looked up at him, as he positioned himself over her. "Love you."

"Love you too." House sighed as he pushed into her.

Mewling with excited pleasure, Allison bucked her hips against him. As he pushed and pulled, Allison could feel every inch of him driving deeper inside, her hands fell to either side her head as it tossed back and forth. With a satisfied grunt over the pleasurable state he'd already managed to put her in, House trailed his hand down her chest, stopping at her belly. Pressing down on her abdomen as he thrust, Allison let out a little surprised shriek of enjoyment.

"OH GOD!" She used the foundation of her feet to propel herself against him, causing a rattling in her core as their two forces slammed into each other "Oh, God, Greg, oh please, oh please." Allison started muttering repeatedly one of her hands wrapping around House's forearm that was supporting him as he thrust, the other going to lay over the one he had pressed against her belly.

"You... keep this up..." House panted, "And.. You won't be able... to even walk... to your plane."

Allison's legs left the floor to curl around his hips, "I'll get... a wheelchair." She gasped back, her eyes clamping shut. House laugh and lifted his hands to uncurl her legs from his waist. Allison groaned in response, but it quickly elevated to a piercing yelp when he raised her legs to rest on his shoulders.

"YES! Yes, yes... Greg, yes..." Allison found a new mantra to go with his new position, making him laugh with the little air he managed to supply his vocal chords with.

Allison's torso curled to the side, burying her face in one pale arm as she cried and whimpered, peaking towards bliss. Her contorted form, made House growl deep in his chest, until he grabbed her hips and leaned forward. Peaking out from her elbow, Allison saw his hunched form and his thrusting hips. Her head threw back and she cried out again as she came, House following right behind her as she spasmed and clenched around his cock.

Collapsing, House fell to his knees at the foot of the bed. Allison's legs flopped back to the floor, shivering and twitching from the pleasurable tingles that still coursed through her. "That..." House shook his head, feeling the same electrical spindles singing down his spine. "That was..."

"Spec-fucking-tacular." Allison moaned, unable to sit up, due to the fatigue that seemed to have set into all of her muscles. "Now we break?" She closed her eyes and smiled when she felt House crawl up onto the bed with her.

"Now we break." He agreed, tugging at the comforter and curling their bodies underneath. His arm wrapped around her waist and his head rested beside hers on the pillow. "I left a mark." He said, running his long index finger down the side of her neck, over the hickey that had blossomed there.

Allison smiled lazily, "Mm, I don't mind." She sighed, turning in his embrace and finally opening her eyes enough to look at him in the orange light of the sun setting beyond his bedroom window. "Even if we just hold each other the rest of the night, I'll be happy now." She cooed into his ear.

"I don't know." House clucked his tongue, "You challenged me, and I must not bow down and accept that you question my abilities."

"I don't question anymore. You've already worn me out." She purred.

"I'll have to keep you that way then." He smirked. "But for now, rest. I'll wake you later." He promised.

TBC

A/N- yay! Epic sex!!! Now stop being so lazy! You guys have been slacking on reviews. Ya spoil me with all that great feedback and then take it away? How cruel :(-Andi