for Gwen

[misanthrope_md]

[continued from here]

House plucked the joint out of Gwen's fingers and tossed it into a glass of water on the nightstand. Then he slid a hand onto her leg and kissed her.

He wasn't doing this because it could annoy the hell out of Jack, but it was a nice potential bonus.

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[ffyddlon]

Gwen's not kissed anyone since Aidan and that being only the one night, well. Having it just fall into her lap like this is unexpected but incredibly pleasant. She doesn't quite know how bad his injury is, though, so she doesn't hook her leg over his hip the way she might with someone else.

What she does do is part her lips beneath his and deepen the kiss. It's nice to feel good for a little while, especially if feeling good means feeling like this.

[misanthrope_md]

House has absolutely no idea why she wants him, but he isn't about to complain. Hell, maybe she also likes the idea of making Jack crazy.

He'll take it.

His hand moves on her leg, sliding farther up. God it feels good to kiss someone. Though if she's not actually into him he hopes she's good at faking it.

[ffyddlon]

She is into it, actually, if only because House is the first person since Aidan to actually want her and not be weird around her because she was here before and had all these relationships she can't remember.

She kisses him again before pulling away slightly, breathless.

"Need this off," she says, tugging her shirt off.

[misanthrope_md]

He wasn't going to argue with that. He hadn't spent nearly enough time in the company of breasts lately.

He slid his hands up her stomach, dropped his lips to her neck as they worked around to unfasten her bra.

"Is it somehow racist that I want to hear you talk dirty in that accent of yours?" he asked, a touch of amusement in his voice.

[ffyddlon]

"No," Gwen says, laughing a bit. She's never been with anyone who had a fetish for Welsh. "I'm flattered. If you want, I can just speak in Welsh the whole time."

She's always eager to please, in bed, and Gwen's always thought it should be more fun than anything else. With Owen, it'd been angry more often than not but it was always just fun with Rhys.

[misanthrope_md]

"Nah, I don't speak Welsh," said House. "And I might be too drunk to pick it up from context. I like the accent though." He slid her bra off and brought his hands around to cup her breasts, sighing contently.

[ffyddlon]

Gwen sighs too. It feels good to have someone touching her again and she lets her eyes drift back open, watching him through her lashes.

"You're good with your hands. Doctor thing, is it?"

[misanthrope_md]

"Haven't been with many doctors I take it," said House with a little smirk, flicking his thumbs over her nipples and leaning in to kiss her neck. She smelled good. Not like anything specific, just... woman. He wasn't close enough to people to smell them, these days.

[ffyddlon]

“No, no doctors,” Gwen says, words trailing off into a soft sigh at the touch of his hands at her nipples. It hadn’t been that long for her, not really, but it’s been long enough between Aidan and this and long enough since she got it regular that she still craves it.

“Need...need to make a habit of that, I think, because it’s much better.”

[misanthrope_md]

Well, wasn't she easy to please. House smiled against her neck and then slid his hands down, down, fumbling only for a moment at the fastenings of her pants before getting them open. He rested her hand on her stomach, gentle stroking threatening to go lower, but not just yet, not until he got a reaction. He might be drunk but he wasn't going to risk getting slapped.

[ffyddlon]

Gwen whimpers and she hopes that's enough of a reaction for him. If it's not, she hopes her own hand pushing at his to move it lower fills in the gaps.

"Much, much better."