Title: Mentor

Chapter Twenty Seven: February 14th

It hadn't taken much on House's part to get Lisa to spill about Allison's visit to New Jersey. Before the endocrinologist knew it, she was being accompanied to the airport.

Julia was the first to come out of the terminal, her eyes narrowing when she spotted House in the crowd. There seemed to be a silence in the busy airport, the only sound was the stomping of Julia's black boots. Soon the girl's hand was in House's face, and she was glowering at the man as she slapped his cheek venomously.

"That's for hurting her feelings." Julia snarled.

"I thought we resolved all of this two days after it happened!" House rubbed his assaulted cheek halfheartedly.

"So?" Julia placed her hands on her hips, a quirked eyebrow all the statement he needed. That look clearly said -You fucked up, and I didn't get to slap you when it happened, so I'm doing it now!-

"Hey, Greg." Allison had watched the exchange with mild amusement. "Hi, Lisa."

Lisa had been consumed with giggles at Julia's actions, but quickly recovered to give Allison a glowing smile. "So, is it just going to be Julia camping out at my home, or are you going to make an appearance?" She teased.

"I might make a guest appearance if this asshole," she jerked her head at her boyfriend, "manages to do something stupid again."

House gave her a mock snort of laughter. "Ha, ha." He rolled his eyes, picking up her suitcase as she held her carryon backpack. Lisa and Julia followed the pair out onto the streets where they found Lisa's car. "Are you coming with me, or Lisa?" House asked his girlfriend, resisting the urge to wrap his arm around Allison's waist.

"You, if it's all right?" She asked uncertainly.

"Of course it is." He smirked and lead her to his own vehicle, not even bothering to say goodbye to Julia and Lisa as Allison gave them hugs.

When they arrived at his condo, House looked at Allison and surprised her by saying, "Change your clothes. We're going out."

"But... We can't go out."

"We can go to this place. Dim lighting, and trust me, no one at the hospital goes there." He assured. "Change."

Allison slid into the condo. "Into?"

"Something sexy." He winked following her through the door.

Allison rolled her eyes. As if he couldn't be anymore vague than that. Snatching her suitcase from her boyfriends hand and dropping it to the floor, Allison dug through it until she found the only dress she'd packed. The dress was a knee length, burgundy that cut low in the neck, it also had a slit up the side that ran to about mid-thigh, and was held up with thin spaghetti straps that criss-crossed in the back. Grabbing it, she went to the bathroom with her make-up and hair bag to get ready.

"Had to say "sexy" couldn't say something that could give me some idea of where the hell we're going. Oh no, no. Can't ruin the surprise!" She grunted as she removed her bra and changed into her dress. She waited for her hair curler to heat up while she applied her make-up and then, as quickly as she could, curled her hair so that it had large, loose curls. Brushing it out, she looked at her reflection and groaned. She looked like a 1920's reject. With a sigh, Allison went to the living room where House was waiting for her.

"Wow," his mouth was agape, "you look perfect." Allison snorted, "No, baby, you really do." He wrapped his arm around her waist and gave her painted, red lips a soft kiss. "You'll see."

Together they went to his car and got in. As House drove, Allison tried to figure out where they were going, but when they arrived and Allison saw the club, she couldn't help but laugh. No wonder House said that she looked perfect... It was a Jazz Lounge.

When they entered the club, Allison was consumed in the low lighting and the music that filtered through the instruments on the stage. They headed towards a booth in the corner, shrouded in nearly complete darkness.

"Hey, hey, Dr. House!" The bartender held out his hand, which House grazed with his fingertips as they passed. "A smooth baby with you tonight."

"Scotch and soda for me, Charlie." House said, gesturing to the table they'd be sitting at.

"And for this lovely thing?" The bartender leaned against the surface, his eyes hooded as he looked to Allison.

"Same." She said softly, her voice barely carrying over the music.

"You got it." Charlie winked and the two of them finally made it to their table.

Settling into the booth, Allison looked at him, "Come here often?"

"My little slice of heaven." House shrugged, "Only good place to hear a hot piano." Allison nodded. "Do you like jazz?"

Allison shrugged, "Never really gave it a chance, but I like what I'm hearing so far." She sighed, closing her eyes and letting the piano's sounds flow into her ears. "I used to be in band in high school, but I never really got into the jazz influence." She explained.

"Clarinet?"

"How'd you know?" Allison quirked an eyebrow.

"Seems like something you'd play." House shrugged, "You've got the jaw muscles of a woodwind player. Strong lips." He reached out and brushed his thumb against her ruby painted lower lip.

Allison shut her eyes once again and listened to the piano, feeling his finger slide against her mouth, "It sounds like what a soul would sound like if we could hear it." Allison murmured just loud enough for him to hear. "The piano." Her head swayed with the music, "The strings the sound of the soul, the hammers that strike them are the heart."

The waitress came with their drinks and turned her head to the side at the affection of the couple, though a smile crept over the woman's face.

"You've gotta jazz player's heart." House told her, letting his fingers fall from her lips to pick up his drink. Allison followed his lead and grabbed her own, taking a slow sip. "That, or you're quoting a movie I actually don't know."

Allison smirked, "Nah, if I was going to quote a movie, it probably would have been Guys and Dolls; when they're in Havanna."

"Ah. Yeah, I would have caught you on that one." House smirked, "I was a big Marlon Brando fan before he turned into Jaba the Hut."

Allison laughed into her drink, "Frank Sinatra was good in that movie too." She said after she'd composed herself.

Looking at the club, Allison noticed the small dance floor, its crowded perimeter encased by the small round tables. There were two couples swaying to the music that was coming off of the stage. Sighing at the couples, Allison watched them holding each other, and couldn't help circling her arms over herself.

Following her line of vision, House noticed her want, and stood up, "Come on then." He held out his hand.

"What?"

"You want to dance." He jerked his head at the dance floor, and Allison was grateful it was dim in the room so that he couldn't see the blush creeping over her cheeks at being found out.

Taking his hand, Allison slid out of the booth and followed him. Weaving between the cluster of tables, Allison felt an excited warmth sweep through her body. When they reached the open floor, Allison wrapped her arms around his neck and his encircled her waist. Soon her head dropped to his shoulder as they swayed.

Though she was perfectly content with just being able to be with him, even though it was in secrecy, Allison couldn't help the overwhelming happiness she felt at finally being able to walk out of the condo with him. To be able to wrap her arms around him and not worry about what people would say, or how it could affect her career. No whispering in this place made her muscles tense with paranoia, or made her second guess her etiquette towards him. No. She was just a normal girl, out on a date with the love her life.

There was no counting the number of songs that they just held each other and swayed to the music. At some point, however, Allison found her hands wandering from his neck to his chest, tracing the texture of his torso beneath the fabric.

Soon she was leaning back, leading them away from the floor to the dark corner shadowed by the high wall of the stage. When she'd come to the wall, her back pressing against the cool structure, her hands went back to his neck, pulling it down to touch his lips to hers. House's arms tightened around her waist, kissing her back with a passion that weakened her knees and strengthened her pulse. His hands traveled up her waist, stroking her sides and tickling the fabric of her dress against her skin.

Allison rolled her hips against his, her right leg curling over his left. The back of her leg rubbed up and down his as her hand braced the base of the back of his head, kissing him furiously. House's own hand left her side to stroke her thigh as he pressed insistently against her. She could feel the start of his bulge against her and she whimpered needfully.

The music covered her noises, making House feel reassured that they wouldn't be discovered when his hands began to wander. His right hand slipped beneath her dress, caressing the smooth expanse of her thigh, the slit of the dress giving him the access he desired without needing to hike up the hem. Allison gasped against his mouth when his fingers traveled over the flimsy material of her panties, stroking her through the fabric.

He could feel her mouth form his name, though the vocalization was lost to the music. Encouraged, he slipped his fingers under the fabric, coming in contact with her moistening entrance.

Breaking their kiss, Allison buried her face into his throat as his long, piano fingers slipped inside of her. She felt him angle his body to hide his movements from any intruding gazes. As his fingers continued to plunge into her, making her arch and pant against the wall, his thumb circling her clit and causing her legs to quiver, House felt the intense urge to take her home immediately.

When she came, a choked cry issuing from her throat, House let his fingers linger for a moment before withdrawing them and licking them clean. Slumping against the wall, Allison watched his tongue curl around his fingers, and her own tongue darted out to moisten her lips. When his hand fell back to his side she quickly kissed him, hard, and pulled away, leaving him breathless.

"Let's get out of here." Allison said huskily, leading him back to the better lit part of the club. They walked back to the bar and House payed for the half consumed drinks before giving Charlie the bartender a tip and a wave.

Heading towards the car, Allison watched its headlights flash as House unlocked it. Before she could change her mind, Allison flung open the door to the back and shoved him inside.

Colliding with the seat, and just a little surprised, House scooted so that his body fit inside and watched as Allison clambered in as well, slamming the door shut behind her. Crawling up the length of his body, Allison quickly undid his pants, letting her hands slide down his thighs once he'd sprung free of his confines.

"Ally-"

"I can't wait." She said in a low, sultry voice before sliding up the length of his body and pinning one of her knees between him and the back of the seat and letting the other fall to the car floor.

House's hands went immediately to her hips, grabbing the thin string that held the back and front of her underwear together. With a mighty tug, the fabric tore, and Allison gasped in surprise and aroused admiration for his savage removal of her panties. Sinking down on his hardened cock, Allison moaned and whimpered when their bodies reunited.

As she moved on top of him, her eyes shut, welcoming back the feeling of him between her thighs. It felt like it had been forever. While he bucked beneath her, filling her and stifling his own groans, Allison wondered how she managed to be with out him for days, weeks, or even months at a time. Her own hands couldn't touch like his could, and her fingers couldn't fill her like his pulsing shaft. With a heady moan, Allison placed her hands on his shoulder and flicked and rolled her hips.

House couldn't believe the feelings he had flooding him as she surrounded him, her body shaking and twitching around him. Her body was welcoming to his, an obvious sign that he wasn't the only one that suffered in their time apart.

"Love you." Allison gasped as House's hands helped her hips circle at a rapid speed.

"Love you too." House replied breathlessly, arching up against her. One of his hands fell between their churning bodies to play with the bundle of nerves above their connected flesh. Allison arched and shook, and House groaned at his impending climax, "I'm gonna come, Ally." He squeezed his eyes shut.

"Mm, me too!" She yelped, kicking up her speed until they both tumbled over the edge and she could feel his seed shooting inside her. Their bodies continued to move even after, until she could feel him begin to soften. Flopping down onto his chest, Allison looked at his panting face, "Mm, take me home and do it to me again." She sighed.

House laughed, his arms wrapping around her waist, "And again?"

"And again." She agreed mischievously.

"By the way," House sat up, shaking slightly, "happy Valentine's day." He grinned at her.

TBC