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House & Phedre. NWS. (Don't tell Jimmy!)

After House's leg started acting up while he was chatting with Phedre and she offered to him a massage, House limped into the clinic ahead of Phedre, and then closed the door behind her. If he was going to take off his pants, he wanted someone to at least knock before bursting in. And for some reason he didn't like the idea of lying in his and James' bed for this.

He stood by one of the clinic beds, and his hands went to his belt. Then he hesitated. "Phedre, I... look, the scarring on my leg is pretty bad. I know that with my clothes on I'm a hot piece of ass, but my sex appeal is probably about to plummet." It was easier to make jokes now, than to have to deal with the surprised disgust on her face, or the pity.

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And at that point, House had his first completely coherent thought since she'd spilled the news:

Oh, fuck it.

He brought both hands on either side of her face and kissed her again, this time with all of the pent up frustration he was feeling coming out in spades. It was less gentle, more passionate than the previous kiss, and no less exciting.

The force in his kiss swayed me like a strong wind, and I leaned into him, the edge of the bed jutting against my thigh. My hands splayed into his hair and my mouth trailed from his lips to his jaw to the soft spot under his ear, a needy sound escaping me as my fingers trailed down his throat.

"Oh dear god," House groaned, tilting his head back a little to give her better access to his neck.

Then he slid his hands down to her waist and lifted her up onto the bed with him. There were some advantages of all of your strength being in your upper body.

"Phedre..." he murmured as he slid his hands lightly down her arms. "This is a very bad idea and I know it. But I don't care. If you do, I won't be offended. But just... please leave now before I get myself any more worked up, because jesus christ you're beautiful."

I smiled, tilting my head to one side and pushing my fingers lightly through his hair. "No, I don't think I'll leave just yet," I said softly, adding ruefully, "I'm a selfish woman, Greg, and I am not going to turn away a chance to get what I desire from you when it is freely offered." I trailed a light touch down his cheek and neck, then further down his arm, my fingertips resting against the inside of his elbow. Slowly, keeping my eyes locked on his, I bent my head to brush his mouth with mine, a bare touch of lips, waiting for him to take it further.

House made a small sound in the back of his throat and brought his hand to the back of her neck again, kissing her hungrily. His other hand slid down her back then under the back of her shirt, brushing against bare skin.

After a moment, he pulled away and rasped, "The door. Lock the door."

Patients be damned. Sick people could go somewhere else. He didn't want... anyone else walking in.

As invested in privacy as he was, I went quickly to the door and locked it, walking back at a slightly slower pace. A few feet from the bed I paused and slid my feet out of my sandals, and was about to climb back up next to him when I had a thought. Turning around, I drew my shirt up over my head and let it fall, reaching around to pull my hair over one shoulder and looking back at him warmly. "I thought you might like to see the whole of it," I murmured softly, watching his eyes travel over me and feeling the heat in his gaze like a brand upon my skin.

"It's beautiful," he murmured.

He just looked at her for a moment, and then reached out and traces his fingers lightly over the lines of the rose. After a couple of ragged breaths, he pulled her down to sit on the bed with her back to him, and he traced the lines some more before sliding his hands around her waist and up, fingertips brushing across her breasts as he dropped his head to her shoulder and kissed a line to her neck.

My eyes drifted closed as his fingers skimmed my skin, my breath hitching in my chest and my head falling back to rest on his shoulder. He was warm and solid behind me, and I shifted closer, settling my arms on his knees to give him better access to touching me.

House sighed happily against her neck as his fingers grazed over her nipples. This was accomplishing exactly what he'd hoped - he'd forgotten about everything else, at least for the time being.

He brought a hand up to her face and tipped her head back a little so that he could kiss her again.

I heard my own voice in a pleading little whimper, my neck twisting to let me reach his mouth with my own as I arched into his hands. 'Twas not the same kind of torment I was accustomed to receiving at the hands of a patron, but the teasing touches were a sweet torture of their own, and I burned the fiercer for it.

Was she really making that little sound because of him? He growled low in the back of his throat and slid one hand down to the fastenings of her shorts, making quick work of them.

As he kissed her neck again and started to slide his hand down between her legs, he remembered the things she had told him before and said softly, "You don't... can you enjoy this without my hurting you?"

I murmured encouragingly and shifted my hips to make room for his hand, tipping my head back a little to catch his eye. "Of a certainty," I said with half a smile. "If I needed that kind of treatment from the start, we would not have even come this far without reaching, ah, an impasse." The smile deepened and I reached up and curled my hand around the back of his neck, drawing him down to kiss me. "Touch me," I murmured, closing my eyes as our lips met.

House kissed her, and then waited a beat before slipping his fingers between her legs.... and groaned softly into her mouth, overwhelmed by how obviously aroused she already was.

This was like one of his teenage wet dreams come true.

He just wanted so badly to make her feel good, to remember that he was desirable, that he could be a talented lover.

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I gasped against the kiss, my hips shifting forward against his hand. A spike of heat flared low in my stomach, and I forgot any of the arts I might have employed in favor of giving in to the overwhelming feeling rocking through me. His hands felt amazing, and I could scarcely wait to have mine on him.

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His fingers stroked her gently, and he employed most of his available concentration in doing so. He remembered all of the times that Chase had told him how he dreamed about his hands, his voice... and figured if those were his assets he may as well make use of them.

"It's been over a year since I've touched a woman," he murmured against her ear. "And much longer than that since I've been with one who could so much as remember my name." He dropped his mouth to her neck again as he took a ragged breath and slid one finger inside her.

"Gods," I breathed, forcing my fingers to move, to push my shorts and underwear further down my legs. Pulling one foot free, I pushed the whole tangle off my other leg and onto the floor, bracing myself with my heel to push back against him, my hands going back to rest below his knees. "How do you keep them away?" I managed to say, though getting the words out whole was difficult. His finger was a maddening tease, and I bit my lip savagely, feeling my bones turn to water with every passing second. "Oh, Elua's mercy, Greg, please..."

House's breath hitched and then he slowly pulled his hand away. "I'm not being cruel, beautiful, I promise," he murmured, kissing her once more. "But it's been so long, and I want..."

Deciding that doing was better than explaining, he slid back on the bed so that there was more room, and then put his hands on her waist again and pulled her up onto the bed so that she was sitting where his head had been lying before while she massaged him.

He swallowed hard, hoping to god that he remembered what he was doing, and before she could react, placed both hands on either of her thighs and lowered his head between her legs, taking one languorous lick with his tongue.

I had been trying to remember to speak English for his sake, but with his mouth on me I was lucky to remember how to speak at all. Cursing vividly in D'Angeline, I thrust my fingers through his hair, my back arching up off the bed. His tongue moved again and I moaned, biting my lower lip belatedly to try and muffle the sound; my foot dug into the small of his back and my eyes fell shut as I whimpered again, wordlessly begging for more.

Oh sweet lord, was that French profanity? He wasn't sure he'd ever heard anything hotter in his life.

He moaned against her as he continued to lick and suck, overwhelmed by the sounds she was making, her fingers tight in his hair. He carefully slid a hand underneath them and pushed a finger inside her, then two, trying so hard not to think about how tight and warm she felt...

"Oh, my.." I gasped, the rest of my words lost in another moan as his fingers slid into me. I was close, closer than I'd thought, and coming ever closer with each swirl of his tongue, each thrust of his fingers. "Sweet Elua, Greg," I pleaded, my hands tumbling through his hair, barely conscious of anything except the spiralling pleasure coiling inside me, waiting to spring free.

House tried to think of the last time he'd heard a woman say his name like that, and gave up.

He was probably enjoying himself almost as much as she was, and no way was he stopping now. God, how he wanted her trembling, wanted his name to fall from her lips again.

He crooked his fingers expertly inside her as he found her clit with his tongue and circled maddeningly around it.

That was all it took to break me; his tongue on that sweet spot and fingers beckoning me over the edge, and I was gone, shuddering with my climax and gasping his name.

House lifted his head and looked at her somewhat awestruck. He wasn't sure what to say, just finally settling on, "God but you're hot." He was at something of a loss now, and tentatively reached out to run a finger down her cheek.

Still catching my breath, I smiled lazily at him and reached down to draw him up toward me, slipping my hands under the hem of his shirt and flattening my palms to his skin. Leaning forward to kiss him, I slid my hands up his chest, lifting his shirt, pulling back only long enough to pull it over his head. "That was incredible," I whispered, trailing my fingers lightly down his bare arms and kissing him again.

House made a small sound of agreement as he kissed her back, wrapping his arms around her and relishing the feeling of her bare skin against his. He was aching with need, in some sweet spot between pleasure and pain. He just couldn't seem to stop touching her, his hands roaming down her back, over her ass, across her sides.

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