Chapter Twenty-Eight: Blouses, Blemishes, and Boners
A dull ache ran down House's back. His sacrum hurt, his right scapula, and right hip, the whole line hurt like hell. As his eyes blinked open, he realized why he was in pain. Lying on his side on the hardwood floors of the space between the front door and the living room, Allison's head resting on his palm was just the explanation he needed for his discomfort.
Working himself free from Allison's loose embrace, House lifted her up and carried her into his bedroom. It was still dark outside, the clock on his night stand reading 3 AM. Curling up against Allison's body after getting her under the covers, House ran his hand down her body. He wanted to wake her up and make love to her again, but she had her interview with Johns Hopkins in the morning. The last thing he needed was to wear her out to the point that she couldn't make it through her interview. She would kill him!
With a regretful sigh, House opted for placing mere little kisses along her body. He saw a soft smile curl her lips as the gentle kisses covered her skin. When he arrived at her throat, he could see the discoloration of her skin in the minimal light provided from the streetlamp outside his window. Turning on the lamp on the night stand, House groaned.
He truly hadn't intended on leaving a mark on her, really he hadn't. But something about the way her hands held the back of his neck, and the way that her legs curled high around his waist, locking her ankles behind his back, made him incapable of keeping his mouth away from her throat. Something about her body twined around his like a vine made it necessary for him to attach his lips to her neck, biting and suckling until his girlfriend arched painfully in his arms, coming with a force that dragged him right over the edge with her from the intensity of her cock strangling muscles.
Giving the dark mark a hungry lick, aroused by the recollection of the night's previous adventures, House pressed his growing erection against the outside of her thigh. He wanted her so bad at that moment. He wanted to say "screw Johns Hopkins", but he didn't. Instead, he slid out of bed and went into the bathroom.
Allison turned on the bed, her eyes blinking open to find the spot beside her vacant. In the back of her mind, she could have sworn she heard a door closing. Sitting up, she looked around the room and saw a sliver of light coming from beneath the bathroom door.
With a wide stretch, Allison slipped out of bed, vaguely wondering how she ended up there in the first place. Waltzing over to the bathroom, Allison pressed her ear to the door. The sounds she heard on the other side made her vaguely suspicious.
Pushing the door open, Allison leaned in the door frame, staring at her boyfriend. House had his cock in one hand as he used his other arm to brace himself against the wall.
"Having fun without me?" She murmured, surprising House as she sauntered over, "And why are you in here by yourself?" She asked, reaching him, and pressing her lips against his throat.
"Didn't want to wake you..." House replied huskily as she licked down his chest, falling to her knees. Allison nuzzled against his thigh, glancing up at him to see a rather helpless look on his face. She giggled at that look, because it was so unlike him to look completely vulnerable. Sliding her hands up the backs of his thighs, Allison ran her palms over his ass, letting her nails dig into his lower back before sliding them down in an enticing scratch. "Fuck." House shut his eyes tightly, feeling his dick throb harder than when he'd been jerking off. She hadn't even touched him there and he was ready to come.
Letting her tongue travel the expanse of flesh between his navel and groin, Allison nipped the skin playfully, feeling his member press needfully against her chest. Her hands continued their alternating between scratching and caressing his backside. Needing to touch her, House reached down, taking one plump breast in his hand and palming it as he watched her tease him. Pinching her nipple, he felt her gasp against his skin.
"Ah," Allison sucked in a breath and looked at him coyly, "are you trying to persuade me to do something?" She teased, giving another rough scratch with her nails.
"It's a lot nicer than grabbing you by the hair, isn't it?" He asked back.
With a roll of her eyes, Allison let one of her hands release his ass, to reach in front and take hold of his cock with a knee weakening grip.
"Ah, fuck," House hissed between his teeth, "have you been getting practice that I don't know about?" He groaned as she began stroking him.
"No, I'm just not afraid to squeeze you now." She emphasised with a brief constriction of her hand and made him whimper.
"I need to sit down or I'll fall over." He shut his eyes in concentration, and Allison released him long enough for him to sit on the edge of the tub. There was no recovery time before she took hold of him once more.
Pumping him slowly, Allison gave the head a long, tongue twirling lick. She tasted the pre-cum that dripped from his member, savoring his flavor. Lifting her head, she looked at his glazed expression and shook her head with amusement before picking up her speed. His eyes clenched shut and she pinched his thigh with her free hand. He looked at her and she stared right in his eyes. She could feel the twitching in her hand and knew that he was going to come. "Do you want to come on me, baby?" Allison asked in a low whisper.
The effort she saw in the gulping action of his adam's apple was tremendous, all he could do was nod wordlessly before clenching his eyes shut. It was odd seeing her with this much security, but welcome. Normally he would be the one trying new things, but he definitely welcomed innovation on her part. Especially the kind of innovation that involved him getting a wonderful handjob.
A growling curse came from between his clenched teeth when he came, spurting thick, ropey streams of his seed onto her chest and throat as she continued to stroke the climax out of him. Eyes opening into tiny slits, House watched as Allison slid the fingers of her free hand against her chest, bringing the coated digits to her lips and licking them clean. With a groan, House reached for her face and kissed her deeply. "I love you..." He murmured against her lips.
With a shy smile, Allison stared at him in awe, "You're still hard." She noticed.
"Mmhmm." He nodded.
"Did you get help from the little blue pill?" She accused.
"Don't need a blue pill, I have you." House leaned forward, scooping her up from the floor. Allison curled into his lap, his dick pressing against their abdomens.
"You're going to regret saying that when you do start needing it." She ground down against him, his thigh getting slick with her juices. "Mm," she exhaled as she slid against his leg, "or I could just use this appendage."
"Wrap your legs around me." He instructed, which she did immediately before he stood up.
Walking towards the sink, House told her to unravel her legs, which Allison did with a pout, sliding down his body. He quickly turned her to face the sink, pushing her forward to bend over it. Allison looked back at him as House took her thighs and pulled them up, wrapping her legs around him from behind. With an abrupt thrust, he was inside her, causing Allison's back to arch with a whimper.
"Ooh, so good." She hissed, squeezing her eyes shut, legs tightening around his waist, trying to give herself leverage to roll her hips. Looking in the mirror in front of her, Allison whimpered at the sight of seeing her lover take her from behind. "Oh, God." She cried, seeing her ass jiggle with the transferred force of his thrusts, "So good, so good." She gripped the edge of the sink with her hands to keep herself from sliding forward. Pushing back against him Allison looked in the mirror again to look at his face, to find him staring at hers. "Love you." She cried, whimpering again when his hand drifted to her front to play with her clit. Soon she rolled over the edge of bliss and dragged him along for the ride.
Gasping Allison squeaked at the sharp smack House landed on her butt, the tiniest squeal of pleasure escaping. "God I love how," she looked in the mirror, "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" She cried, unraveling her legs and straining her neck to look at the giant, dark hickey on her neck, "Greg! I didn't bring a turtle neck! How the fuck am I going to cover this!?"
"Make-up?" He offered weakly, still too numb in the brain from his recent climax to come up with anything better.
"Make-up? Make-up!? Make-up's not going to cover this!" She told him with a near hysterical shout.
"Wear a collard shirt." House shrugged, "It's not that high up on your neck."
"You're a bastard." Allison slid off of the sink, grabbing a towel and wiping down her front and between her thighs.
"You'll be fine."
"Fuck you." She threw the towel at him and stomped towards the bedroom.
House followed her and watched in amazement as Allison began to get dressed, "You're leaving?"
"If you failed to notice; I have an interview with Johns Hopkins in seven hours. JOHNS HOPKINS! My, hopefully, future medical school, and I'm going to show up looking like I had rough sex!"
"But you did."
"That's not the point!" She threw her shoe at him and regretted it because she needed to wear that shoe, and he was now holding it hostage. "Give it back." She reached for her shoe, but he held it up over his head and she couldn't reach.
"No." He said flatly, "Grab your suitcase, we'll find something for you to wear."
Allison stomped to the living room, found her suitcase, and lugged it into the bedroom.
After going through her clothes, it was obvious that they weren't going to find a shirt that would hide her hickey without looking suspicious.
"Greg," Allison whimpered running her hands through her hair, "what am I going to do?"
"Well, I'm pretty sure Cuddy doesn't have a shirt that stops above her nipples." He sighed and got a tiny laugh from her lips. "Okay... How about when Lisa drives you to your interview, you stop at a clothes shop and grab a shirt?"
"Lisa?... You're not coming with me?"
"I can't, baby." He told her regretfully.
Allison pouted, "Fine."
"Don't look like that." He wrapped his arms around her. It was strange, for as close as they had grown as a couple, Allison still looked to him as a mentor. She sought his approval and his guidance, and he knew that despite wanting to share the experience of her interview with him as a girlfriend would with her boyfriend; House could see that she was still looking to him for academic support and not just the emotional kind. "You'll be wonderful." He assured.
"You're just saying that." She cuddled against him as he dropped her shoe at long last and tugged her towards the bed.
"Yeah, probably." He agreed. "Get some rest. I'll wake you so you'll have time to shower."
"But-"
"Sleep, Ally." House kissed her forehead.
"I'm sorry I called you a bastard." She yawned despite herself.
"Can't take back the truth." He smiled, running his fingertips over her head and drawing down her eyelids. "Go back to sleep."
"Okay." Allison nuzzled against the pillow, not even caring to re-undress.
The next morning when Lisa came to pick up her friend, Julia in the car as well to keep Cuddy company while in Boston, they were surprised to see a rather forlorn Allison get into the car.
"Did something happen?" Lisa asked as Allison shut the passenger side door and leaned heavily against her seat as she buckled up.
"I just wish he was coming with." Allison lamented softly.
"Oh, bah." Julia waved off her friend, "You'll be awesome. Besides, Dr. Jackass and Lisa couldn't both take the day off." She pointed out, "And, OH MY GOD!" She pointed at Allison's neck, "You can't go to your interview with that thing on your neck!" She screeched.
"I know." Allison groaned, "We need to drop by a clothing store so I can get a shirt that'll cover this," she pointed at her hickey, "and not look suspicious."
"That bastard." Julia growled, "What the fuck was he thinking, seriously!?"
"Oh, hush." Allison glared playfully. "How many times did Joe disobey the "no marks above the collar" rule?"
"So? He never did it the day before an interview." Julia glowered.
"Ladies, please." Lisa put up a hand for finality. "We can drop by a store and get you a tasteful blouse." She assured.
"Sorry about leaving you two together by yourselves on the first night." Allison apologized. "That was a pretty cheap thing for me to do."
"Ah, no problem. We had fun. Plus, there was no way we were going to make a big deal out of it on Valentine's Day." Julia once again waved off her friend's comment. "Besides, we've got you for an overnighter in Boston." She pointed out.
"True..."
Clad, now, in a tasteful, loose fit, blue turtle neck, Allison sat before her interviewer, trying to push back her usual nervous habits and remain poised.
"Your transcripts are quite impressive, I see that you also did a intern shadowing last summer." Dr. Mitchell was a short man with a large brown moustache and thin black framed glasses. He seemed pleasant, but Allison had the feeling he was not someone to joke around with. "Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital is a well recognized institution." He nodded approvingly, "One of our old students currently works there, ah, yes, you have a letter of recommendation from him. Dr. House," Dr. Mitchell removed his glasses to rub his eyes, "he wasn't one of our prized students. You've heard, I assume, that he was dismissed from this school."
"Yes," Allison bit back her defensive feelings to reply, "and he went on to be a well recognized doctor."
Dr. Mitchell nodded, "Yes, he did indeed." He agreed, "Also, letters from Doctors Wilson, Cuddy, and the Medical Administrator of the hospital. Please, tell me, what did they have you doing during your time there?"
"I observed the interns, watching them with their patients, as well as taking my own notes and observations on the individuals that had come there for medical attention. Dr. House wanted me to attempt to diagnose the patients while I was there." She explained.
"What was your most memorable moment?"
Allison groaned, "The Death Tour."
Dr. Mitchell coughed, "E-excuse me?"
"Dr. House had Dr. Wilson walk me through the terminally ill patients and gave a nice, detailed lecture about overcoming the emotional strain to provide better care." She explained.
"Did it work?"
"No." She admitted, "It wasn't until Dr. Cuddy talked to me afterwards that I understood. I have to admit, that it was difficult for me to understand the need to be impartial." Allison sighed and stared off for a second, "But with Dr. Cuddy's help, I came to realize that there is nothing impartial in the least about explaining to someone why their body is shutting down on them and why there is nothing I can do to help them. It truly is the most personal and intimate thing that can be shared between a doctor and their patient."
"Well put." He nodded.
As the interview went on, and the more institutionalized questions were asked, Allison became more self assure and replied without hesitation. Thankfully nothing else about House came up. At the end of it, Allison felt truly confident that she would soon be calling herself a Johns Hopkins medical student. But the truth to that belief would not be answered that day, but hopefully soon.
"So, how'd it go, chica?" Julia nudged her friend when she arrived back at their hotel room.
"Fine." Allison replied, flopping on the bed next to Cuddy. "I think I'm in."
"It's good that you're confident." Lisa swatted a newspaper at Allison's butt as she walked past her.
"I hope my interview goes just as well tomorrow." Julia sighed, flopping onto the mattress next to her friend, "What are you thinking about?"
"Greg."
Lisa snorted, "What else is new?"
Allison shrugged, "Sometimes, I really wonder why he's with me."
"What's that suppose to mean!?" Julia gawked.
"He must think I'm such a kid." Allison continued as if not even hearing her friend, "The way I reacted when I saw that hickey, not a sense of rationality whatsoever."
"Man, I woulda freaked too if Joe had left a giant purple mark on my neck before we left!" Julia rationalized.
"Ally, House is a big kid, you know that!" Lisa assured, "I think you're more mature than him most of the time."
"Sometimes I wonder what I really have to offer him." She went on, still oblivious to her friends' reassurance.
"The ability to cook, and amazing sex?" Julia offered, finally catching onto Allison's rhetorical inquisitions, and no longer caring about watching what she said.
"I've heard you're quite the tiger in the sack." Lisa also popped into the now, rather one sided, conversation.
"Ooh, you should hear some of the tales she spins." Julia added, "Quite an interesting one involving a game of "strip studying"."
"Really? Did you hear the one about the hot tub in Colorado?" Lisa continued.
"Would you two shut up about my sex life?" Allison finally snapped, launching a pillow at the other two women.
"Welcome back to the land of the living!" Lisa congratulated. "Now, where are we going for lunch?" She inquired.
"Somewhere with a good selection of alcoholic beverages." Allison grumbled.
TBC
A/N- Hehe, I've been painting, and going through withdrawal! After taping over all of the outlets in my room I went, "Now how the hell am I going to write?". The answer? I didn't:( So Yeah, now my walls are green! Yay! GREEN! And my GIANT Starry Night is back on the wall, making me all kinds of happy! LoL, anyway. Hope you enjoyed! And I think the next coupla chapters should come out a bit quicker. Parasitic is on a bit of a hiatus, merely because I really don't write more than a single story very well! Eek, sorry! So... Yeah... Review! Please!-Andi