Chapter 13
She opens the door that is half-closed as usual. She closes it and stays still.
The doctor isn't on the couch, and he's pretty much always on the couch...Ok, once she found him in the kitchen, but usually there's the TV on in that case. She looks at the clock: 10:03 pm.
'Damn!'.
She's arrived there with a good half hour in advance. She frowns and looks around. No trace of the doctor but, then, she hears the water running.
He's in the shower.
She sighs, she has to use that half hour in some way. She has never had the opportunity to look around in his apartment. That's because the doctor, unlike the remaining 99% of her customers, doesn't fall asleep after sex. He's never fallen asleep once, in two months that she goes there. He always lies with his back against the headboard, eyes closed, and then he takes the phial, always, every single time.
She looks around, the piano is the first thing she notices, it's impressive and it takes a lot of room. The doctor isn't tidy. There are magazines piled everywhere, a lot (perhaps too many) books, not just about Medicine. However, not all his books are in English, and a black cover with red Chinese characters makes her raise her eyebrows, surprised.
She comes close to the stereo system, he has a fine collection of music, a lot of vinyl. She hurts to admit it but she knows only one-tenth of them, for what little she knows. Among the names: several jazz musicians, blues in large quantities, rock of any kind, the punk makes her wonder...
'What kind of doctor is he? !'.
A doctor who plays piano and guitar, reads in Chinese, listens to The Wolfmother (she doesn't know who they are and If they play music and what kind...but the name is strange). A strange doctor. Not ordinary. Assuming that he's a real doctor.
Through the living room, sliding her index finger on the back of the couch, there's the kitchen. And that's enough. It must be used a few times, he's not the kind that has dinners with friends...If he has some.
Near the TV there are at least fifty DVDs, not counting the VHS, and he also has a Playstation. She wonders If the apartment of a freshman could be much more different.
But there is one odd thing, something that is both on the piano and on the table in front of the TV, and she thinks that it's also among the vinyl. The orange phials.
She hears noises from the bathroom - 10:21 pm. She gives one last look around before heading to his bedroom. He'll find her there, If he likes it or not.
He studies her in silence, he knows that any word or movement could make her move from that perfect position, and frankly he thinks that only a man with serious mental disorders may want to run the risk of destroying such show.
'We're starting well tonight...'.
She's there, bent, trying to take off her boots, giving her back to him, unaware of his presence.
She's just taken off her tight dress from above, remaining for a second only with her provocative and a little vulgar undergarments (House notices that this time it's pale pink, not black like all the other times). He doesn't mind that much.
Allison takes off her heavy earrings, she keeps them in her right hand and then places them on the dressing...Just for a moment she moves her eyes on the ground, only a moment before she feels a strange feeling, inevitably she looks up to the mirror and sees him.
She turns without smiling, with one boot unlaced and the other not.
House stays still, looking at her, thinking that in that moment she's really sexy...
"Hello, Evy".
Allison looks at him.
"Hello, Doctor".
House, a blue towel around his waist, barefoot, streams of water from the shower that run along his body, hair dripping...and the usual grin on his face. One hand holding a white towel, he looks at the woman for a little while, then he pads his hair with the towel, relaxed.
"I didn't think you'd arrive so early".
She answers with a shrug, not knowing what is his meaning. He is not the kind keen on conversation, now, after months passed under his service, she has got to know him... more or less.
He dries his hair a little more, then he throws the towel on the chair at the far side of the room, smirking, then he lies down on the bed, without stopping to observe her.
Allison feels a little uncomfortable, doesn't understand why, but the meeting this time seems different from what she is usually used with him, he seems different...Maybe it's his brighter eyes, or maybe just because they're wet, it's not easy to understand.
She approaches him, running a hand through his long hair and pulling off both her boots, significantly reducing her height. She gives him her back, still staring in the mirror, through which she sees him lying behind her. She's going to sit when...he moves faster than her, and he grabs her by the arm, bringing her closer without hurting.
House doesn't seem willing to let her arm go, and she still doesn't understand, there is something strange...
"So, Evy, what do you want?".
'Eh?'.
She's puzzled, not particularly by the question itself, which still seems quite puzzling in a situation like that, but mostly for the fact that he's talking to her...
"What?" it's the only sound that she can manage.
"What would you want to do, what would you like to get from a man?".
She doesn't answer.
"I don't know, do you enjoy foreplay or just want an orgasm that is worthy of its name? Tell me a little about you...".
Allison smiles, bewildered, unable even to comprehend that strange situation.
House stays silent, waiting.
Allison realizes that it's time to start working...She gets up, he has finally let her arm go. She straddles him in silence, as he likes. She jumps when she joins her pelvis to his covered with the wet towel. But he grins, without saying a word he makes her get up, letting her lays down on the bed. In a moment, he's on her, he looks into her eyes and gives her a knowing smile.
'Now we start playing...'.
He moves away a lock of hair with his right hand, letting it come down from her shoulder almost to cover one of her breasts. He puts his lips on her shoulder, lingering...
"This is my job, doctor, I get paid to do this. I satisfy your every desire...".
House grins.
'Exactly...'.
"That's right. I pay, you do what I say".
Allison stays silent, she'd like to argue but, in the end, she knows he's right.
He kisses her shoulder again, then he goes down slowly with his kisses along her arm...He goes back again, quickly, too quickly, up to her ear.
"Relax, Evy" he whispers to her. Allison remains motionless...but she can't follow his advice. She's tense, too much, but she doesn't understand why that situation is so strange. It did happen to her to get drunk customers, quick to violence, vulgar, clumsy...But not behaving in that unusual manner. She realizes that the shiver that has just shaken her it's not gone unnoticed, probably she thinks that he will misunderstand it. She's cold, she feels his big and wet hands that hold her hips and a few droplets falling on her body...
'Ok, Allison, relax.'.
He bites her earlobe, his tongue slips in her ear and licks her, then he goes down and licks her between the ear and the neck... She feels his tongue on her neck, he crosses it from left to right, back and forth...Down to her chest, through the valley of her breasts and then he reaches her belly. It seems like he's following an accurate scheme...She's still, maybe she should move, but she has the feeling that, in that moment, he wants exactly the opposite.
He stops near her navel, stops using his tongue and uses his mouth instead, beginning to draw a circle around the navel with his lips, but he stops there... He moves away his left hand from her hip and goes quickly on her breast, he touches it but nothing more. Allison swallows loudly, hoping that he didn't hear it.
'But what the heck he's doing?'.
She shouldn't give up, she knows, she never does. It would only complicatee everything more, but she's wondering how much longer she's going to resist...
He moves his face near her right hip, he kisses the point where the bone is more protruding, then bites her...
Another shiver, another smile of his.
'Damn...'
Allison takes a deep breath, she doesn't know what to expect and that's deeply disturbing, more than anything else it makes her nervous.
House, however, seems more comfortable than ever. He squeezes her breast, he feels her sighing indelibly while he doesn't loosen his grip, grinning. He kisses her neck, apparently he likes it particularly, or maybe he thinks he's pleasing her like that...He goes up to her chin, licking her.
They look in their eyes, defiantly. Hers are tense, slightly clouded by pleasure but alert and attentive...His, instead, are the full expression of satisfaction.
He nibbles at her chin, he does the same thing with the tip of her nose, licking it a few times.
And Allison, without realizing it, closes her eyes...
He licks her cheek longingly, there's nothing romantic about those kisses, only strong, ruthless and irrational desire. He settles fast and hot kisses on her forehead, he nibbles at her hairline, then he touches both her eyelids with his lips, something that is less than a kiss but more than just a touch...All this without stopping to play with both of her breasts, which have now started to throb under his touch.
House moves the hand on her hip behind her back and Allison shivers. He's still wet, although now his body is covered with a soft glow of sweat too...House quickly opens her bra and pulls it away, resting it beside her on the bed. With his tongue, he draws a regular circumference around her left breast, she sighs, unable to restrain herself.
House still keeps a hand around her back, and uses it to tighten his grip on her, he wants to feel their bodies throbbing together. She knows it...He keeps kissing her neck (it has to please him too much), when his hands free her breasts to caress her curves up to her bottom...
Allison feels it, she's stunned by the pleasure but she feels it anyway, she feels the the danger of that moment.
He rubs his cheek against her neck, she feels the sting of his rough beard...He stays still for a moment, he's not hesitating, he's just thinking. He realizes that she's nervous, even If much less than when they had started the "torture". He hadn't not noticed that, at some point, she couldn't help but to let go, just as he had planned...
He sees her closing her eyes. Waiting for a movement, he smirks.
'Perfect...'.
Still smiling, he starts to play again...with his final move.
His hands goes down directly to her knees, he moves her and makes her open her legs. Allison is totally still, opens her eyes, thrusting a hand through his hair...and waits.
House, with his hands on her knees, opens her legs and goes up to the edge of her panties, caressesing her with his tongue.
Allison thinks that it's not fair, he has the power, it shouldn't be so, usually she is the one in charge...
House goes down with his mouth to the inside of her knee, kissing it gently, and then he begins to rise with his tongue toward her inner tight. He proceeds to kiss her, licking and biting her thighs, back and forth, stopping near her pink panties. With his hands, he caresses the edge of the panties, drawing circles around her navel...
Allison slightly arches her back, holding him by the shoulders, now the breaths of both have become stronger and deeper, echoing in the silent room, still not breaking the atmosphere...
"God..." an indefinite whisper, caused by pleasure, that Allison cannot hold back.
'Damn!'.
She'd have wanted to cut her own tongue off, she didn't know how the hell she had said it, practically she had given him the victory on a silver platter...
House doesn't stop, even If his mouth is curving into a sadistic grin. He lifts his head from her legs, looking defiantly in her eyes, a look that she can't stand, and then he takes her panties off quickly...He finds a more comfortable position on top of her, his pelvis between her open legs, without penetrating her but forcing her to back up until she touches the headboard. He arrives with his mouth close to her ear...
"You know, I'd appreciate If you wouldn't mention God. He has nothing to do with us, If anything, thank me...".
Allison clenches her fists, she like it, damn, she must admit that he's really good, but it's something annoying and her hands itch.
With gestures that betray a hint of irritation and much desire, he slips a hand inside the blue towel to pull it off quickly, leaving him free access inside her...
She starts to scratch his shoulders, while she feels him, wet and sweaty, moving inside her, not stopping to lick her neck...She closes her eyes, dropping her head to the side.
Together, slowly, they move their hips in unison, finding new ways to make everything more pleasant...
She caresses his back, she has stopped to scratch and stays helpless beneath him, silent, from her mouth doesn't come out even a sigh.
He's upset, he doesn't understand why he's beginning to pant and she still not. It irritates him. He increases the pace, pushing more deeply, wrapping his hands harder around her hips.
She's motionless, except for her pelvis that moves with more speed. She stays still and silent, as If she was sleeping.
House, biting her right shoulder, unable to understand what is happening because suddenly the situation is getting out of his hands, he gives one last final push and from his mouth comes out a strangled sound, something between a sigh and a cry.
Allison, instead, is totaly silent.
He collapses on top of her, he's tired, he feels his irregular breathing and feels her in the same situation. He hasn't even the time to grin 'cause she (shit, he'd have never expected that) reverses their positions. She's on top of him, he's still inside her and she stares into his eyes. Her back is straight and her hair are plastered to her sweaty face.
House frowns...
'No, it can't be'.
By the triumphant smile of her, he understands that he's wrong.
Allison leans as much as she can, resting her hands on his chest, moving her mouth dangerously close to his...
'It can be, Doctor'.
"I want more".
House shows a look of astonishment for a moment, just a moment, before she begins to move. She has her back straight, hands that touch his defined abs, his body pulsing, but what strikes him is her look...She's proud, so proud...
She has him in her hand.
The movements of her pelvis are getting faster, and House knows he can't stand still, so he starts moving too.
She's restless, it seems like she has all her energy restored from the previous half hour, using it in that moment...
He extends his arms to grab her hips again, looks at her, but she doesn't respond, her green eyes are dilated and staring at the wall. Her mouth curved in a strange smile...
Now, when he'd not want to, he hears her panting.
She sighs without stopping, apparently she doesn't see the reason, he knows she's getting a revenge worthy of note.
The pace is now faster, House stays still as she continues to move without giving in and continuing to look into his eyes.
When it's passed too much time, when he feels he can't stand it anymore, when they are exhausted and pleasured, she finally screams, just one scream, intense and shameless, getting rid of all her silence. She collapses breathless on top of him, he seems so too. She stays one second in contact with his body wet with sweat and water and then moves to the side.
'I got what I wanted'.
She smiles, a deep breath, she doesn't know where she finds the strength to get up and grab nonchalantly her panties.
House stays motionless, legs open and soft hands at his sides, his eyes closed, breathing hard, too hard, swallowing loudly.
'Damn...'.
He watches her slipping on her bra, he clenches his fists when he realizes that he hasn't even enough strength to grab the Vicodin.
TBC...