A/N: Sorry to make you wait so long. I hope it's worth it!

Chapter 21

Angela got undressed and changed into her blue satin sleep shirt and matching robe. She hoped House was ripping Chad a new one downstairs as she opened the bottle of wine the hotel provided and the crackers and cheese from the mini bar.

A few minutes later, she heard House enter with his key card and he looked pensive. "You okay?" he asked as he tossed the card on the table and took off his jacket.

Angela let out a long, shaky breath and shook her head. "I just...can't believe he said those things."

She placed two wine glasses on the table and began to pour the wine. "I'm so sorry, House."

"You don't have anything to be sorry about. He was the one who was being a jerk." He took his glass and clinked it against hers. "Nice look you have going there."

"I figured I might as well get comfortable if I was going to spend the night being depressed."

"Oh come on. Sure, what he said was mean and uncalled for, but I don't believe a word of it. I don't know why you're so upset."

"Because it's true, House!"

"Which part?"

"All of it. Remember last weekend when we were making out and I wouldn't let you...you know. And oh my God..swallowing...it's bad enough having someone gag me, but to expect me to swallow...that? No way! I don't even like giving...you know," she said, giving the blowjob gesture with her hand. "Just thinking about the experience makes me nauseous."

House nodded, making a mental note not to expect that from her any time soon.

"So you have issues. We'll deal with them as they come up. It doesn't make me want you any less."

Angela sighed in defeat. "This sucks. I had this whole seduction thing planned for us this weekend and now..."

"Seduction, huh?" House said, amused and intrigued. "You can still show me."

"House!" she playfully slapped his arm and brushed away a tear that had fallen.

"Angela," he said softly as he took her chin in his hand and tipped it up so he could look into her eyes. Then he kissed her, gently and passionately. She tentatively kissed him back and wrapped her arms around his neck.

His hands slid up and down her back as he deepened the kiss and slid his tongue against hers. It made him almost dizzy and lightheaded as they came up for air and looked into each others eyes.

"House..." she said, her eyes full of questions. "I promised myself a long time ago that I wouldn't do this unless I had definite feelings for the person."

He nodded, waiting for her to continue.

"I can understand if you don't feel anything for me. I mean, why would you? I'm almost half your age and..."

"If I felt nothing, I wouldn't be here. I don't know what this is, but it feels good to me. Let's just go with the flow and let whatever happens happen."

Angela nodded. "Slow and easy, right?"

House smiled down at her and brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes. "Yeah."

When she felt his lips against hers again, she felt like she was lifting off. He kissed her so deeply that she had to come up for air and when she did, his mouth descended on her neck. It felt so amazing that she moaned and buried her fingers in his hair, for the first time, noting how soft it was.

"Perhaps we should..move this into the bedroom," she whispered as his hands untied the belt of her robe and it fell into a heap at her feet.

"Mmm," House nodded and took a step in that direction as she began walking back. He grabbed his cane and followed her eagerly across the room into the private bedroom area. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he gently lowered her onto the bed and her night shirt slid up a little. As he placed kisses down her neck, he began to unbutton the shirt, placing a kiss after each button came undone. Much to his surprise, she still wore panties. Black lace that made her skin look white by comparison and he placed a gentle kiss on her stomach.

Angela's entire body shuddered in answer as he continued to place kisses across her stomach and then up towards the valley between her breasts.

"Oh..." she moaned as her hands came up and slipped underneath his T-shirt to feel his warm skin. House smiled as he slowly ran his tongue over one nipple and made her shudder again.

"Cold?"

"No...you just...do things to me. I feel really good. You make me feel really good."

He moved over to the other nipple and did the same thing, his hands massaging at the same time.

"You have very beautiful breasts," he said, his voice husky as he playfully scraped his teeth over her sensitive skin.

"Really?"

"Yes, really. They're perfect."

House spent several minutes giving his undivided attention to her breasts and then moved downward. His tongue circled her belly button and her breath hitched when his hand slid up over her knee. Her legs were soft and smooth to the touch and he couldn't get enough of them.

Upon his hand sliding up her thigh, her legs immediately closed together and she blushed. "See what he meant about my legs being locked at the knee?" she sighed.

"What are you afraid of?"

"I don't even know anymore, if that makes any sense. When Chad and I...he wasn't exactly gentle like you. It was always sort of...wham bam, thank you ma'am. If he was so generous as to try and get me off, he went about it the wrong way. He couldn't find his way around with a flashlight and a map."

"You need to just relax and trust me. Let go. Can you try that?"

Angela nodded. "I'll try."

"Tell you what, let's get into bed...get that fireplace going...set the scene."

"Okay."

House flipped the switch on the gas fireplace and used that as the only light in the room. Angela had already gotten into bed, propped up against the headboard as she held the covers above her breasts. She admired the way he got undressed and smiled encouragingly at him. Until he stopped, and hesitated when he got to his jeans, in fear that she'd see the hideous scar on his thigh and want to bail.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing.." but his voice was uncertain and he looked away from her.

"House? I know about your scar. I trust you. Can you do the same for me and believe when I tell you that I'm not going to run away screaming?"

He considered her words, nodded and continued to unbuckle his belt. His jeans slid down his legs and he kicked them to the side, leaving his shorts on as he climbed into bed.

Angela loved it when he kissed her. His lips were always so gentle, yet insistent at the same time. He kissed her like he really wanted to, not just because he thought it was what she wanted. House loved kissing, and he always had. It was one of his favorite pass times and he knew he was good at it, if Angela's soft moans were any indication.

Upon quick investigation, he realized she had discarded her underwear at some point so he quickly struggled out of his boxers and tossed them on the floor. Something about how they were both naked was very comforting somehow. Even if nothing else happened between them that night, it wouldn't have mattered to him. He was more than content just to hold her.

Where did that come from? I must be goin soft! He thought to himself as he kissed her neck and wrapped his arms around her a little tighter so their chests rubbed together. It felt amazing and he kissed her again as he helped her lie back against the pillows. His hands began their exploration, gently touching and caressing her to find out what she liked and didn't like.

Angela lay perfectly still and kept her eyes closed the entire time, but had yet to let him know if she didn't like something. So when he let his hand trail down her side and caress the inside of her thigh, she didn't stop him that time. His hand went higher and skipped over the place he knew she was sensitive about and his fingers came upon the soft curly hair.

She arched her back and took in a deep breath but when he didn't move his hand, she relaxed again. He gently let his finger dip lower and found her not to be the least bit wet and he frowned. He would need to fix that. If she wasn't properly lubricated, sex would not be the pleasurable experience he was aiming for.

"Mmm, Angela?" he whispered as he rolled on top of her and took her breasts in his hands.

"What?" she asked, breathlessly, eyes still closed.

"Everything okay?"

"Mm-hmm," she nodded.

"Has anyone ever kissed you...here?" he asked as his fingers slipped between her legs.

Her eyes flipped open and she was staring into his amazingly blue ones. "N-no."

House frowned and cocked his head to one side. "Really?"

She blushed. "I was told that...it was a special thing. If I was good at...he would...do that to me in return. But he never did."

"Wow. I've been called a selfish prick, but damn, he has all bases covered. Well, there's only one thing to do."

"What?"

"I'm going to show you what you've been missing."

"You don't have to..."

He placed his finger against her lips to quieten her. "I want to. Tonight is all about you. I don't want you to hold anything back. Okay?"

She nodded and settled back against the pillows as House began kissing a trail down her body.

Angela didn't know what to expect and she became more nervous the closer House got to the juncture between her legs.

"House..." her voice wavered a little.

"Relax. You'll like it, I promise."

He spread her legs a little more and got himself comfortable on his stomach as he lay between them. He let his fingers explore in and around her folds, and only then did she seem to respond to his touches.

Her scent was intoxicating and he closed his eyes as his thumb gently rubbed her clit, causing her to squirm a little. He was aching to taste her.

"How's this?"

"Mmm...nice," she breathed.

"Good."

He leaned in and gave her one slow tentative lick. When she responded favorably, he did it again, lapping at her clit with his warm tongue until she was very wet and moaning loudly.

"Yeah, that's it...just relax and feel," he murmured as he placed each of her legs over his shoulders and went to work.

"Oh...my God..." she moaned as her fingers buried in his hair, literally pulling at it. "Oh God..."

"You can call me Greg," he chuckled as he slowly inserted a finger and began moving it in and out in rhythm with the strokes of his tongue.

"Oh!" she cried out as she arched her back and gripped the sheets. A warm, tingling sensation began to course through her veins. It started in her toes and moved upwards through her body until it tensed up, ready to burst any moment.

It all seemed so personal and so intimate. She suddenly knew why Chad was so hesitant to do it. It would have meant he actually cared about her enough to make her feel good.

Scratch that.

It felt utterly amazing!

"That...that feels...so...oh my God..."

House smiled to himself as he slipped another finger inside her and moved it faster as his tongue continued to swirl around her clit.

"Yes!" she shouted as she began to grind her hips against his face.

"Angela..." he groaned as he grabbed her legs to hold her in place as he worked his tongue faster.

"House...I'm...I feel like I'm..."

"It's okay...let it go. I'm not even close to being done with you yet."

Angela came to the sound of his voice. House watched in fascination as she went completely limp and breathless under him. Her eyes finally opened and she looked around until she saw him lying next to her, looking ever so proud of himself.

"That was...amazing," she whispered before clearing her throat.

"If you think that was amazing, wait until you feel what hot, passionate lovemaking feels like."

Lovemaking? She thought, amused he would even use that term. Was it possible that he returned her feelings? Or was it just a word in his vocabulary that he preferred to use rather than fucking?

"Well, if your lovemaking is anywhere near as fabulous as that, then I say what the hell am I waiting for. I mean why do you think I asked you to be with me this weekend?" she smirked. "To see the sights? Besides, if you can do that to me with your tongue, I can only imagine how good you are in other...departments."

He smiled again and leaned over to kiss her. She could taste herself on his tongue, and while that would normally gross her out, she found it strangely erotic. Not the bad experience she considered it to be.

"Well, if you insist. I've never been one to deny a woman what she wants."

A/N: More smex to come :)