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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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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.

Shifting easily though the bed was small, I turned within his arms and gently laid him back against the pillows, my hands roaming over his body as freely as his wandered mine. "Mmm," I hummed appreciatively against his neck, my mouth traveling slowly down till my tongue dipped into the hollow between his collarbones. "Your turn." My eyes flicked up to his as I slid further down his body, licking and nibbling and sucking wherever I paused for breath.

"Oh dear god." House let out a quiet groan as he watched her.

For some reason, his mind chose that moment to flick to an image of James, and he felt a wave of guilt pass over him. But he immediately dismissed it with a forced stab of anger, and focused on Phedre again, his eyes locked on hers, blue and piercing and filled with desire.

The look he gave me sent a sharp stab of desire through me, and I caught my lower lip in my teeth with a little smile. A flick of my hand sent my hair spilling across his chest, and I carefully slid his shorts down over his hips, shifting to let him push them off. Kneeling between his legs, I let my hands resume their travels across his body, my mouth trailing lazy patterns over his skin, lower and lower, till my breath puffed warm across his arousal. I heard his indrawn breath, and in a slow smooth motion took him all the way in, my hands sliding down his chest to rest at his hips.

House immediately squeezed his eyes shut and gasped out a string of profanity in Portugeuse. Then he opened them again, watching her for a moment and groaning with need. For her benefit, he murmured a few choice curses in French as well as he slid a hand into her hair.

Regulus' lack of interest in this particular talent of mine notwithstanding, it was an art I had long ago mastered; and I employed all my skill as I had, I will own, somewhat missed being able to do. Greg's hand held tight in my hair, pulling just slightly, just enough to set my own nerves tingling, and I heard myself make a helpless little noise. I moved slow at first, lips and tongue and slow circles with my fingers over his hips, testing to hear the sounds he would make, to see what pleased him best.

Though he thought for a moment that he had completely lost the power of speech, House somehow managed to gasp out something that sounded vaguely like, "fucking... amazing..."

My fingers teased lightly down his legs and stroked up his inner thighs as my mouth moved over him, still slow but harder, a little moan building in the back of my throat as his hands clutched at me. I traced lazy patterns with my tongue along his length, my hands sliding up his body to splay over his ribs.

"Oh god, Phedre..." House gasped, the hand in her hair tightening a little involuntarily as the other one tore at the bedsheets at his side. "Fuck - oh - oh - " The orgasm hit him suddenly, a wave of relief and pleasure shuddering through his entire body, a second or two of perfection.

Swallowing and pulling away, I moved a little and stretched out against his good side, my arm slung low on his hips and my ear pressed to his heart, while we both tried to catch our breath. My fingers moved in aimless circles over his skin, and after a moment I looked up to meet his eyes with a little smile.

House closed his eyes for a moment, relishing the afterglow, and reminding himself that this was not a dream. Then he grinned down at Phedre and said, "Good idea, listening to my heart. I'm not a young man, you know, that sort of thing could be the death of me."

No, he was not going to think of James. No, no, not when the disloyal jackass was probably fucking the pale kid this very moment.

Now it was House who had a beautiful young thing naked and draped across him, and he wasn't going to let anything ruin it.

Speaking of which... he groaned a little, just from looking at her. "You're just so fucking beautiful."

My smile deepened as a flush spread up my cheeks, and I shifted a little further up to brush my lips against his jaw. "You're nothing to scoff at either," I murmured, my hand roving over his skin wherever I could reach.

House snorted. "Keep in mind I'm not paying you to say that," he teased.

He sighed a little as she touched him, feeling his body relax into a puddle of... something very relaxed. After a moment, he murmured, "Kiss me again," without even realizing he'd said it.

"If you were I likely wouldn't have said it," I murmured, moving up further and running my lips lightly up his neck to the pulse point beneath his ear. Licking lightly along his jaw, I let my fingers creep up to turn his face to mine, kissing him full on the mouth as my hand kept going up into his hair.

House moaned a little into the kiss, wrapping his arms around her again, exploring her soft skin with his hands. He felt almost... intoxicated, like he'd been drinking.

He actually thought he was starting to get aroused again, and had to remind himself that he was FORTY SIX FUCKING YEARS OLD. But still...

Jesus christ, no wonder people paid for her.

With a little murmur, I pressed myself against him, shivering as his finger traced up the middle of my back. My head was light and as I moved against him I felt as if time itself had slowed; my whole world contracted to this, the feeling of hands and lips and skin everywhere on mine, and I had no wish to relinquish it anytime soon. One arm went around his neck and I sighed contentedly against his mouth, kissing him slow and soft and deep.

If he was concentrating on her, then he couldn't think about James. Maybe that was why he was so eager to not have this end anytime soon.

He traced his fingers down the outline of her marque as they kissed, then he moved his lips to her throat and murmured into her skin, "I'll bet men lost fortunes over you."

"Lost is different than spent," I whispered with a smile, arching my neck and letting my eyes fall shut. "I have drawn my fair share of admirers in my time, 'tis true. But most of the patrons I have seen more than once have been those who could more than afford it." His hand ghosted over my shoulder blade and I shivered again, slipping my knee between his legs and pressing closer.

House let out a sharp, quiet gasp as her knee brushed against his groin.

"My kingdom for a viagra..." he muttered, though he was joking, because it seemed he didn't really need it.

There must be something in the water around here.

"For a what?" I asked with a chuckle, feeling him stir against my hip and moving gently closer, my hand dropping to brush a lingering touch up his thigh. I had hoped he would want me again, aching as I was to feel him in me, and found my breath already quickening at the prospect.

"It's, ah..." Of course she didn't know what viagra was. Well, fuck if he was going to be the one to explain it right now.

So he kissed her again just to shut her up.

And as he felt himself... stirring, he pulled away with a gasp and growled, "I am not a young man, Phedre. This may very well kill me, but I've decided that it's the way I want to go."

No... no, don't think of James. Don't. DON'T.

So he kissed her again just to shut himself up.

I laughed against his mouth, licking his lower lip and nipping lightly at it, stroking through his hair with a sincere smile. "I'm flattered," I said, my voice breathless, "though I don't know what killing a man by going to bed with him will do for my reputation." His hands moved surely over my body and I gasped softly, my head falling back to offer him better access to my throat.

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