Limping out of Exam room four, a swab sample in his free hand, House made his way to the admissions desk. “Send this to the lab,” he ordered, tossing the swab onto the meja bahagian, atas in front of the nurse.
Giving him an annoyed glare, Missy picked up the sample and placed it in the outgoing lab box near his elbow. “Why must anda do that?” she grumbled, snagging the patient file from his hand.
House shrugged. “It’s hard to say,” he snipped with a smirk, “mostly I just like to see the nursing staff doing their JOBS,” he quipped putting emphasis on his last few words for effect.
Missy laughed out loud at the comment. “And you’re what, employee of the month?” she smirked handing him another file.
“I save lives,” House retorted.
“Yeah upstairs anda do but down here anda just hide and play your Gameboy.”
“It’s a PSP. Learn your game systems,” he corrected, picking up the swab the nurse had just put in the lab box he waved it at her. “And um, what do anda call this?” he asked.
Rolling her eyes, she snatched the specimen from him. “One hari of actual work down here doesn’t make up for the other four days anda were supposed to be here this week, atau for the other countless days this bulan that anda just hid out down here,” she argued tossing the swab in the box again.
House eyed her for a moment. “Since when did all the nurses down here get so uppity?” he asked remembering his run it with Meredith earlier that day.
Plopping down in her chair, Missy picked up the chart she had been looking at before he had interrupted her and began to read. “Since we started the “Make Dr House Actually Work” club,” she bantered, flipping the page in the chart.
“You have a whole club just to talk about lil-o-me?” House asked with false sweetness.
“Yah we meet right after the “House is an Ass,” support group,” she snipped, glancing up from the file.
Squinting his eyes at her, House flipped open the new file he had been handed. “Oh that’s good one,” he snarked sarcastically.
“Yeah, well we’re running out of nights to hold the different meetings to jalang, perempuan jalang about you, so why don’t anda limp on over to exam room one and let us off the hook one night a week,” she teased, pointing in the direction of the exam rooms.
House couldn’t help but smile a bit to himself. He liked when the nurses were afraid, but he liked it even lebih when they stood up to him. He liked Wilson and Cuddy for the same reason, they argued with him, engaged him.
“You’re actually here and smiling about it?” came Wilson’s voice from the other side of the desk.
Glancing up, House eyed his friend as he approached. “Well seeing as it’s,” he paused and looked at his watch, “4:30 pm, I’m done for the week…at least with clinic duty, so what’s not to smile about?” he asked rhetorically, tossing the file Missy had just handed him into her lap.
Missy glared up at him. “You’re off at 5pm Dr. House,” she grumbled, plucking the red folder from her lap and holding back up to him.
House shrugged. “Guess I’m just going to fill up your whole week hu?” he smirked sarcastically.
Looking up at Wilson, Missy pleaded silently with him to reason with House. Wilson raised his hands and shook his head. “Sorry, you’ll have to go to Cuddy about clinic stuff, I’m staying out of it. Trust me I play enough interference just trying to be his friend,” he chuckled.
Giving House the evil eye, the blonde stood up and strode off toward the exam rooms, undoubtly looking for another, lebih cooperative doctor to take the case.
“She looks please with you,” Wilson smiled, coming to stand seterusnya to House at the desk.
“Ah, she just frontin’. She told me just a few minit lalu that she’s vice president of my peminat club,” House smirked, proud of his use of what he considered to be Ebonics.
Wilson smiled and shook his head. “So, I’m on my way out. anda wanna go to BJ’s for beer?” he asked redirecting the conversation.
“Can’t, my patient is still dying,” House declined, making his way around the meja to grab the sign out clip board.
“Oh. Well…do anda want me to bring ya back a burger from BJ’s? I’ll even eat some of it before I give it to anda so anda still feel like your stealing it from me.”
Signing his name seterusnya to the 5 o’clock slot on the form, House looked up at him. “Why don’t anda grab something for both of us and we can eat here. I got a new monster truck DVD; we can watch it while my minions run tests on Karen,” he suggested as he tossing the clip board on to the meja and began making his way towards the exit doors of the clinic.
“You patient’s name is Kimberly,” Wilson corrected. “As for dinner, sure, fine, why not,” he agreed, following House out of the clinic. “So…cheese, no cheese?” he asked shrugging on the kot he had been carrying.
“Cheese and make it a double, didn’t get a chance to pick off your plate at lunch today so I’m starving.” House lamented as he limped slowly towards the elevators.
“You know House, anda are not only a doctor, but the head of a department, anda could probably afford to buy your own lunch once in awhile,” Wilson countered, draping his scarf around his neck.
“But then where would I get the money to pay for porn?” House tossed back as he pushed the button to call the elevator.
Wilson shook his head chuckling. “You know, I just so happen to know a girl who would probably let anda look at her naked for free, but then again anda might have to actually be nice to her so that probably wouldn’t work out,” He trailed off, a smug smile on his face.
“Jimmy, if anda plan on buying me makan malam, majlis makan malam so anda can lecture me like my mom, then anda can keep your burger and fries,” House warned, looking up at the counter as it slowly counted down towards the 1 for lobby.
Wilson sighed. There was no point in pushing him. He would talk when he wanted to and not before. “Fine. So, fries and slaw?” he asked, backing towards the exit doors just as the elevator slid opened.
“Yeah, and a Chocolate shake,” House ordered stepping into the empty awaiting car.
Giving him a nod, Wilson turned for the door. “Be back in 20,” he stated, before slip out the door into the cold December night.
House watched his retreating form until the elevator doors slid closed. Staring blankly at the call buttons arranged to the left of the door, Wilson’s statement played over in his head. “…I know a girl who would probably let anda look at her naked for free…” Suddenly Cuddy’s face drifted through his mind. Without thinking, he reached out and pushed the button to open the doors. Stepped out the elevator and back into the lobby, House slowly limping across the shiny gray tile of the main entry and Cuddy’s office.
Pushing through the doors of the clinic, he circled around the admission meja but stopped short of Cuddy’s outer doors when he noticed the lights were off. “Where’s Dr. Cuddy,” he asked Missy without looking back at her.
“She left at four, which means I’ll have to wait till Monday to tell her anda left early from the clinic,” she mumbled in response.
Turning towards the desk, House eyed the nurse as she scratched out the 5 seterusnya to his name and replaced it with 4:30. “Cuddy never leaves early,” he berkata suspiciously.
“Well, she has two years of vacation and three years of sick leave that she’s hasn’t taken, so going utama an jam early really isn’t a felony offence, now is it?” she rebutted, putting the clip board away in her meja drawer.
Looking back at the dark office, House shook his head. “No…But Cuddy never leaves early,” he stated emphatically, moving towards the double doors leading to the outer office.
Standing up Missy frowned at his retreating back. “And where exactly are anda going Dr. House?” she demanded.
Pausing, his hand on the handle of the door, House glanced over his shoulder at her. “Thought that was relatively obvious,” He stated, pointing at the glass doors in front of him. “I’m going into Dr. Cuddy’s office,” he berkata slowly, as if she might not understand him.
“She’s not in, her office is locked up,” the blonde stated blandly, her hands on her hips.
Pulling a ring of keys from his pocket, House shook them at her. “Not for long,” he berkata moving to push the door open again.
“Dr. House!” Missy called out coming around the desk.
Turning around in the doorjam, House gave the woman a look that stopped her in her tracks. “Look, I’m a head of a department, sometimes I need to get files from this office, hence the key,” he stated in a voice that dared her to argue with him.
Squinting up at him, the blonde sighed in defeat. She knew that Dr. Cuddy hadn’t provided him a key, everyone on the nursing staff knew that, but she also knew that House could make her life miserable if she tried to get in his way. He was a doctor; she was nurse, end of story. “Fine, whatever, but be aware that I will be telling Dr. Cuddy that anda needed to get a “file,” she berkata adding air Petikan around the word file for emphasis, “first thing Monday morning,” she sighed moving back around the desk.
“You do that,” House quipped, smiling in victory. Turning on his heels, he stepped out of the doorway and into Cuddy’s outer office. Hearing the door close softly behind him, he flipping through the ring of keys until he found the one he had marked with a ‘C’ in permeate marker. Sliding it into the lock, he gave it a turn and stepped quickly into the dim office. Stopping just inside the door, he took a deep breath as the door clicked closed behind him. It still smelled of new carpet and fresh paint.
Glancing around the room he took a quick inventory, looking for anything that might clue him into why the small brunet was not sitting hutched over her meja like she should be. At his right he noticed a pot of coffee and full untouched mug sitting seterusnya to it. Reaching over, he touched the cup. Cold. “Hummm,” he mumbled to himself, as his mind began to spin together scenarios. Tossing his cane over his right wrist, he picked up the cup in one hand and grabbed the pot with the other. Limping carefully over to attached bathroom, he quickly dumped both vessels down the drain of the sink. Turning on the tap, he rinsed the items thoroughly before returning them back the shelf sejak the door.
Puffing out his cheeks for a moment, he blew out the air as he moved towards the desk. Hooking his cane on the back of her hair, he sank slowly down into the smooth dark leather, his eyes locking on the piece of furniture in front of him for a moment. Running his fingers over the shiny surface, he took in all the small imperfections as well as the mirror like shine that shimmered under his hand. It had been lebih years than he cared to remember since he had actually laid eyes on piece of furniture. A slow smile spread across his face as the memory that Wilson had rudely inturped earlier that hari rushed back to the front of his brain.
Trudging up the last flight of stairs of the ancient five story walk up, Greg House paused at the bahagian, atas to hold open a api, kebakaran door open as two guys carrying a loveseat passed through and headed down the stairs. The whole building was liken to that of an ant bukit today as the soon to be former tenants of the student housing facility performed their annual summer evacuation of the property. People crowded the hallways and stairwells carrying boxes, bags and furniture out of rooms and down the stairs to awaiting cars at the curb. Stepping through the door into the lebih dimly lit hallway, House couldn’t help but notice that the air around him seemed to spark energy. The promise of a summer reprieve from their studies seemed to have everyone who passed him smiling and laughing. Making his way down the hall, he nodded acknowledgements occasionally at the people passing him as he picked his way down the crowded hallway.
“Hey Greg,” a female voice called out as he passed. Turning around he found a firey redhead beaming at him from her doorway.
Coming to a stop at the sound of his name, he turned around and spotted the person from whom it came. He recognized the girl but didn’t remember her name, he wasn’t even sure he ever knew it, despite of the fact she had spent the last nine months chatting him up in hallway whenever he came to visit Lisa. Hell, he was pretty sure he had even been to her room for a party earlier that year, but her name, that he couldn’t recall. All he did know for sure about this girl was that she came onto him every chance she got. While flattered, after all she was pretty in her own way, he just wasn’t into chicks who were so blatant about wanting to jump him. He preferred to be the chaser. Not to say he didn’t like a girl who knew what she wanted, he did, but out right slutiness really didn’t do much for him. He like brains and banter mixed with curves and sex appeal, hence his preference to the brunette down the hall.
“So, what are anda doing for the summer?” the redhead asked, her eyes grazing hungrily over his form.
House repressed the desire to roll his eyes. “I’m moving.” He stated blandly.
Her forehead wrinkled and a pout formed on her lips. “Oh, no! Will anda be back in the fall?” she asked, moving out of the door to stand in his personal space.
Raising his eyebrows, he glanced down at her sex kitten pout. ‘Geeze’, he thought to himself. “Nope. I’m blowin’ this popsicle stand. Goin’ to work at Boston General,” he stated taking a step back.
The girl he had named Red in his mind, followed his retreating form. “Oh…” she berkata in low voice, “well that’s too bad. I was really hoping to get to know anda better…if anda catch my drift,” she berkata in a low voice, placing a hand on his chest.
Clearing his throat, House took her hand from his body and pushed it back towards her own. “Trust me, I read anda loud and clear. This is the same come on you’ve been tossing in my direction all year,” he stated plainly, tired of playing her game.
Taking her hand from his, Red tossed her head in the direction of her room. “Well?” she cooed, a red eyebrow arching up towards her hair line.
“Really?” Housed asked, surprised sejak her persistence. “I mean, I’ve turned anda down, what a half dozen times over the last nine months, and you’re still willing to jump my Bones despite the fact I would only be using you?” he asked condescendingly.
She shrugged and batted her eyelashes at him. “You’re hot. I want to do you. Is that clear enough?” she returned, unfazed sejak his canter.
“Yeah,” he smirked, “perfectly. See the thing is this…” he said, then leaned into her to speak softly into her ear, “I’m just not into you.”
Following suit, Red moved her lips to his ear. “You don’t need to be INTO me, just IN me,” she murmured.
Chuckling and shaking his head, House placed his hands on Red’s shoulders and moved her away from him. “Well, I give anda an A for effort,” he stated, dropping his arms to his side once she was a selamat, peti deposit keselamatan distance away, “but it’s not going to happen.”
The pretty girl’s forehead wrinkled in frustration. “Why not? What does that doughty old bag,” she snapped pointing towards Lisa’s room, “have that I don’t?” She demanded.
His eyebrows shot up in surprise. It never ceased to amaze him how women could turn on each other over a man. He knew that Lisa and this girl weren’t best Friends atau anything, but he was pretty sure they were at least friendly acquaintances; but throw a penis in the mix and Red was ready to flash her claws. Irrationality over took common sense, and anger and embarrassment made her assertions boarder on the absurd. Although Lisa had a couple of years on this girl, she was far from any of the things Red was accusing her of. Lisa was attractive, well liked and anything but a stick in the mud and in spite of Red’s conclusions, he and Lisa weren’t couple, at least not in the strict sense of the word. He did spend a bit of time with her, and they had even known each other in the ‘biblical sense’ on couple of occasions, but they weren’t a thing, so the fact that this girl saw Lisa a threat was ridicules. He could sleep with Red if he wanted to, he was technically free to ‘do’ whomever he wanted, he just chose not to do her and that pissed her off.
Stepping away from the now ferial female, House began inching his way down the hall. “I like doughty; it’s a HUGE turn on, if anda catch my drift,” he winked, nodding towards his nether reigns. He was rewarded with an icy glare, which in turn only encouraged a smile from him. “Well I gotta go, Lisa berkata she’d wear the baggy sweater and granny panties for me today, so….” he drew out sarcastically.
Squinting at him angrily, the redhead moved back into her doorway. “You’re loss then,” she returned hotly.
House shrugged. “I can live with that,” he snipped, then turned and walked away from her. Hearing her door slam shut, a satisfied smile crept across his face as he slowed to a stop just outside Lisa’s door. Cracked open about a foot, he peered silently into the room. Sitting menyeberang, cross legged atop her meja amidst a sea of paper was the women for which Red was ready to kill, her forehead furled in concentration. His first genuine smile of the hari creased his face. She looked cute dressed in faded denim and an old tee shirt, her graduation topi, cap still perched on her head. “Knock, Knock,” he called out stepping over the thresh hold and into the room. Lisa’s face turned up to him and immediately her furrowed brow smoothed into a sparking smile.
“Hey you, I didn’t think I’d see anda today…you know since anda didn’t make it to the thing,” she berkata pitching her eyes up at the graduation cap.
“Told you, I don’t do ceremony,” he berkata picking his way around boxes that scattered the floor of her room.
“Yeah, yeah, I know. Whatever,” she smirked, “But anda should be aware that anda missed an EXTREAMLY moving speech sejak the dean,” she smiled, her sarcasm barely veiled.
“You must have been in the front row, and the moving anda speak of must have been anda dodging that projectile spittle of his as he spoke,” he laughed, picking up one of the piles on the edge of her desk.
“He really is a big bag of wind isn’t he,” she confessed through a grin. “Still it would have been nice to have anda there. anda after all did play a small part in helping me get to this point.”
“I only tutored anda in one class, and that was lebih about looking down your baju than organic chemistry” he dismissed, flipping through the stack of papers he had picked up.
Lisa swatted him playfully. “Maybe for you, but I was too busy peeking into your brain to notice,” she berkata with a twinkle in her eye.
House raised a single eyebrow at her. Taking a step towards her, he pinned her with his eyes. “If I remember properly, anda took lebih than a peek at something that had nothing to do with my brain as well,” he stated in a low voice.
She swallowed noticeably. “Yeah, I remember,” she breathed, “I only got a B on that test,” she grumbled playfully.
“You got an A in my book,” House returned, feeling a familiar spark between them begin to fire.
Her eye’s raked over his face. “That might be, but medical schools don’t generally care how I’m rated in the sack,” she murmured, her body moving on instinct towards him.
Shifting on his feet, House turned his attention back to the pile in his hands. “So…what are anda doing here,” he asked, trying to pull himself back from the precipice he suddenly found himself on. A few months back, he had made a decision not to sleep with her again when things had begun getting odd between them. He didn’t mind being Friends with benefits, but deep down he knew he was walking a grease covered tight rope. One small misstep and he’d end up tumbling into the net of normalcy. He instinctively knew that if he fell he’d be unable to stop himself from becoming significantly attached to this girl, which would most certainly screw up both of their lives. He had never done the commitment thing well, and the fact of the matter was that despite himself, he already cared too much for Lisa to let her down like that. It was better to deflect, he had decided. ‘But damn, why did she have to look so good?’ he scoffed to himself as he glanced up into the blue-gray pools of her eyes.
Licking her lips, Lisa slid a few piles over to clear a spot on the meja directly in front of him. Slipping into the vacancy she had just created, she casually dropped her legs over the edge of the desktop so that one was on each side of him. Tilting her head, she glanced at the papers he was pretending to be interested in. “I’m just going through my old tests and stuff. I figure some of these papers and notes might come in handy seterusnya year, so I’m trying to decided what to take and what to toss,” she answered him matter of factly as one of her hands begun caressing his arm.
House stared down hard at the words that dotted the paper in front of him but found it nearly impossible to focus on them. “Don’t know that a paper on the King Henry the VIII and his wives will do ya much good in med school,” he finally stated, tossing the stack into the trash to his left.
Lisa raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know, I think I probably could make a reasonable argument that Catherine Howard suffered from an STD. She was rather a trampy sejak 15th century standards, ya know. I’d even bet that an STD is why she, was unable to menanggung, bear children,” she stated logical, as her other hand made its way under his baju to graze his ab’s.
House took in an uneven breath. “Speaking of STD’s, I think Red seterusnya door might have just telah diberi me the clap. She cornered me in the hall on my way down here and put her hands all over me,” he deflected sarcastically.
Lisa rolled her eyes a little. “Becka is a little loose and brazen isn’t she?” she stated her voice soft as her nails raking through the hairs on his arm. “Well,” she sighed softly, her breath tickling the skin of his neck. “I guess I’ll just have to make sure to use protection,” she murmured sexily.
House looked down at her; her intentions were clearly displayed on her face. Lisa wasn’t afraid of making clear her wishes, he liked that about her. She was just the right amount of pushy for him. She didn’t mind initiating sex but did in such a way that he somehow came out in the end feeling like lebih of a man, which let’s face it, would be sexy as hell to any male alive.
Licking his dry lips, Greg knew if he had any intention of holding to his sebelumnya decision he needed stop this before it got started, not that his body seemed to be listening. At the moment it actually appeared to be deaf because somehow his hands had found their way onto her hips.
“So…do anda have a condom with you?” she murmured in a sultry voice, her lips suddenly moving softly against the curve of his neck.
He eyes slid closed as she slowly nibbled and licked at the length of his neck between his ear and shoulder. Her administrations immediately sent blood rushing south of his belt. “STOP HER,” his conscience demanded, but even as the thoughts screamed in his brain, her hand that was under his shirt, slipped up to cup his peck. He moaned audibly, unable to control the reaction.
Moving her warm mouth up to his ear, she breathed heavily into it for a moment as she traced her tongue along the outer curve; then taking the lobe between her teeth she gave it a little tug. He jumped a bit at the nibble and his hands on her hips flexed, gripping her tightly. He took a few breaths, and tried to clear his head of the fog of arousal that enveloped it. “Lisa…” he finally breathed.
“Yes, Greg,” she purred, as her saat hand slipped under the hem of baju to sertai the first.
He rolled his eyes and restrained a grunt of satisfaction as hand number two thumbed the nipple of his other peck. “I’m….I’m leaving….and anda have school…” he stuttered, find the words difficult to locate though the muddle of sensations bombarding his brain.
“Yes, I know,” Lisa whispered in return as she began placing small kisses along his jaw line.
Swallowing hard, he forced himself to continue. “Do you…um…do anda think….is this the best idea?” he finally managed to ask, all the while his body cursing him for his traitorous words.
At that, Lisa pulled back a bit to look into his eyes. “I don’t know, maybe not,” she confessed, a small smirk in her lips, “at least not with the door open like that...” she berkata pointing blindly toward the partially opened door of her dorm room. “And I was actually serious about the condom, I don’t have any more, but other than that…” she trailed off, placing long Ciuman to the corner of his mouth as her fingertips traced circles around his nipples.
Staring down at her his rational thoughts crashed head long into his raging hormones. His mind raced, each side making its case. On one hand she looked amazing. Her lips slightly swollen from Ciuman him, her slate eyes shimmering with desire, her hands under his tee shirt- how in the hell could he possibly say no to her. She was after all probably the sexiest woman who had ever actually agreed to sleep with him, and she wanted him NOW. There wasn’t any denying that he wanted her too, the solider that was standing at attention in his pants at the moment was proof of his desire to have her, but then there was the other hand. Something had turned on in him over the past few months, suddenly it wasn’t ‘just’ sex anymore. Whatever was happening, it was lebih than he was ready for, so saying no was the sure way to bury the issue. Taking deep breath, he let his eyes slide closed for a moment as his brain wrestled with the devil and Angel in his conscience. Suddenly, before ‘good vs. horny’ had the chance to duke it out, she pulled away and jumped off the desk. Slightly disoriented sejak the abrupt movement and absence of her body heat, he shook his head and turned around to watch her moving quickly around boxes to close the door.
Flipping the dead bolt, she turned back towards him and smiled coyly as she slowly wandered back in his direction through minefield of half filled boxes. “Look Greg, I get what you’re trying to do here. You’re thinking this might be the last time we see each other and anda don’t want to leave me thinking we were only fuck buddies,” she stated plainly. “You think if we have sex, then this…friendship will seem…” she physically paused and gave her seterusnya words careful consideration. “Trivial,” she finally decide upon.
He blinked down at her. She wasn’t really that far off, but then again that wasn’t really a surprise, she often saw passed his bullshit to see the real him. Not really knowing what to say, he chose to simply nod his head to indicate his agreement.
She smiled and shook her head as she took a step ke hadapan into his personal space. “I don’t see it that way,” she stated simply. “Never have. This,” she berkata gesturing between them with her hand, “no one is taking advantage of anyone here. I like when anda touch me, and I’m pretty sure that, that’s mutual,” she berkata softly, looking up into his eyes. “And even if I never see anda again after today Greg, I will not regret being with anda atau being Friends with you,” she murmured, placing a hand on his chest. House started down at her, his hati, tengah-tengah pounding. He didn’t know exactly how to respond to her. A man never wanting for words atau quick replies, he suddenly found his tongue paralyzed.
Running her hand sensually up and down his chest, Lisa took another step into him. “Now, what I’d really like to do is make this a good-bye to remember,” she breathed, tilting her head back and looking up at him.
He stared down into her eyes and searched for the truth but all he found was that which she had confessed. Letting out a long breath, he shook his head at her as a smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. ‘You might end up regretting this, but not doing it...’ his mind turned. Then she licked her lips, and internal argument went silent. Suddenly he was moving ke hadapan and he was taking her into his arms. One hand on the small of her back and one at the back of her neck, he brought her face to his and took her lips between his. Her mouth was as smooth as velvet under his lips. She tasted good, intoxicatingly good. It’s was a taste specific to her, one that over the last few weeks he had woke up craving the flavor of. Running his tongue slowly over her bottom lip, he brought both his hands up to cup her face. He wanted to savor the moment, to Ciuman her thoroughly, to make Cinta to her slowly, but the mixture of her scent and her warm body pressed against his was going to make that nearly impossible. Deeping the kiss, his tongue slipped into her mouth and ran along hers. The cavern of her mouth was warm and sweet.
Lisa groaned into his mouth as his thumbs arched slowly over her cheeks. “Greg…” she whispered against his lips, her hands sliding under his baju once again. Raking her nails across the skin of his back, she tugged his body even closer to hers. “You have too many clothes on,” she mumbled pulling at his tee shirt.
House lifted his mouth from her for a moment to pull off his shirt. “You know I could say the same thing about you,” he breathed, running his hands down to cover her breasts. She grinned and kissed him again, her hands taking a moment to run over his bare chest and through his chest hair. House pulled out of the Ciuman and squinted at her. “Come on, your turn,” he demanded, his lips crashing against hers again as his hands pulled up on her baju impatiently.
Tugging his bottom lip with her teeth, she broke the Ciuman and reached for the hem of the faded tee. Keeping her eyes locked with his, she yanked the baju up but stopped abruptly when it encountered the forgotten red graduation topi, cap pinned to her head. Struggling against the cotton fabric, she began to laugh.
House grinned down at her and chuckled along with her. In the years since he had Lost his virginity, there hadn’t been a single girl atau woman he had been with that he could laugh with during sex, but with Lisa they had seem to just be relaxed enough to find funny things, well…funny.
“Um…a little help here?” she asked lowering her hands so that House could get at the cap.
Eyeing her bra covered breast, he lifted an eyebrow and raised his hands to cover them. “Kinda like anda like this,” he teased, flicking her nipples thought the thin fabric.
Lisa let out a breath and wiggled under his touch. “GREG,” she snorted, “Trust me, we’ll have a better time if my face is free,” she berkata though the cloth.
“Oh alright,” he sighed through a sideways grin. “But I’m going to keep anda to that promise,” he teased seductively. Moving the fabric out of the way, he picked the bobby pins from her hair one sejak one until the topi, cap finally came free. Tossing it across the room, he reached down and helped her finally remove the shirt.
Taking a breath, Lisa looked up at him, her face slightly flushed from the struggle. “Thanks,” she said, reaching up self-consciously to run her hands over her now frayed hair.
House watched her for a moment then brought his hands up to quiet hers. “Here let me,” he berkata softly. Reaching back, he tugged at the small rubber band that held the tail of her French braid. She watched him silently, her eyes locked with his. Her stare made him tingle in all the right places. Letting the small piece of black elastic fall from his fingers, he very gently worked his fingertips into her hair. Pulling his fingers from roots to the tips of her soft brown hair, he watched as the dark brown curls fell free from the braid. Once all her hair was free of the braid he buried his hands in the loose curls and once again brought her mouth to his. This time his Ciuman was passionate, possessive. Smashing his mouth to hers, their tongues and teeth collided as their body Tangled together. Running one of his hands down from her hair, he traced the tips of fingers slowly down her spine. Her skin was a smooth as silk. “God you’re soft,” he mumbled around their Ciuman as his whole hand caressed her back gentle.
Lisa’s lips turned up in a smile against his. “Thank you, I moisturize,” she smirked between breaths.
House smirked at her flippant response. “Well I better make sure you’ve been lubin’ up all your very important parts then hu?” he asked as his mouth slipped from her mouth to travel across her face and onto her neck. With the hand still in her hair, he gentle pulled her head back, exposing lebih of her neck to him. She groaned. He grinned. Then running his tongue along her jaw to the tip of her chin, he began a torturously slow exploration of the skin of her throat. Altering between pecks, licks, nibbles, bites and long sucking kisses, he moved down the milky white skin until he reached the dip where her cervical vertebrae meet with her the manubrium. Flatting his tongue against the slight indentation, he lapped gently at her ever warming skin. “Smooth and tasty,” he murmured nipping her with his teeth. She shivered against him and sighed. “You like?” he asked his breath mixing with the sweat at was beginning to form on her skin.
She chuckled low and sexy. “I’d like it even better if anda could draw these conclusions WHILE continuing forward,” she returned looking down at him.
Greg peeked up and met her shimmering eyes. She was absolutely right; he should stop the talking and get on with the licking. Letting the hand in her hair slip down the back of her neck, he slowly drew it down until it joined the other on her back before sliding them both down over her ribs to rest on the slight curve of her hips. He caressed the skin just above her jeans a moment before slipping his pinkies in the loops and tugging her ke hadapan until their pelvis’ gently collided.
She groaned and swatted him. “Greg,” she pleaded in a barely audible whisper.
Smiling against her skin at the longing her could hear in her voice, he placed a gentle Ciuman to the dip at the base of her neck once lebih before started once again on his downward journey. Planting light kisses across her cervical, he slowly moved down and across her chest until his lips finally rested just above the cup of her light merah jambu silk bra. “Love anda in this color,” he confessed against the curve of her breast. Then, sticking out the tip of his tongue he leisurely traced along the bahagian, atas the first cup, down into the valley between her breast and then up the other mound. His mind was beginning to spin. Always a big peminat of her breasts, he was torturing himself as much as he was her with his slow exploration. Swallowing with some difficulty, he took a deep breath trying to cool his rising desire, but suddenly her hands were in his hair, pulling his face down. He chuckled and looked up at her as his lips brushed her right nipple. “Somebody getting impatient?” he asked grazing his nose lightly over the tight nub.
Lisa groaned and pulled his face ke hadapan into her chest again. “Would anda just be quiet and put your mouth to better use?” she grumbled.
Looking at the peak before him, thinly veiled in pale merah jambu silk, he smirked. He liked her when she was demanding. “Yes, mama,” he finally replied clamping his lips over a silk covered nipple. Her guttural gasp was he reward. Lapping hungrily at her, he soaked the thin fabric of her bra on one breast as his other hand worked its way up from her waist to slip under the wire of her bra to bring her other nipple to a point. Arching her back, Lisa loosened one of the hands in his hair and slipped down to caress his cheek gently. The soft touch of her finger tips across his cheek bone and down his jaw was so gentle it turned something in his gut, he suddenly ache to Ciuman her. Reluctantly pulling his mouth from her breast, he straightened up. Lisa mumbled her disapproval, and he chuckled. “And to think anda led me to believe anda didn’t like all the komen-komen I made about your twins,” he murmured, directing her back towards the meja behind her.
Lisa rolled her eyes but allowed him to help her up onto the desk. Once settled onto the shiny top, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. Locking her eyes with his, she slowly slid it off and tossed it across the room in one smooth motion.
Moving to stand between her legs, the corner of his mouth pulled up on a lusty smirk. Cupping her face in his palms, he brought her lips to his in a long sensuous kiss. “Mmmmm,” he murmured as her tongue slipped into his mouth. Pulling out of kiss, House once again began making his way down towards her breasts. As the first of her bare nipples touched his tongue, his hard on went from half mast to fully at attention. Mouthing the tasty nub a few moments, he hastily moved to the other to give it the same attention. Rolling the rosy pucker flesh between his teeth he felt Lisa tremble against him. He reveled in the fact that he could make her body react the way it did. He loved making her squirm and moan in need, he reveled in the fact that the simple act of touching her made her crave him. As the thoughts and imej made their way around his aroused brain, the sudden and urgent need to be inside her overwhelmed him. Foreplay was over; he needed to feel her around him, hear her call out his name as he moved inside of her.
Continuing to work the nipple between his lips, he dropped his hands to the waistband of her jeans. Dragging his fingertip along the soft flesh just atop of her pants, he worked his way from her hips to the button just below her bellybutton. After working the brass closure though the soft denim he hastily pulled at the zipper. Throwing her head back, Lisa groaned and reclined back on her elbows as he slipped his hand into her panties.
Sliding his fingers over the soft curls at the apex of her sex, he nuzzled his middle finger between her outer lips. Briefly circling her clit he quickly moved forward, gliding his middle finger quickly into her canal. Though she had protested when he had tunjuk so little attention to her clit, Lisa now sighed and pushed her pelvis towards him sinking herself lebih fully onto his finger. Making sure to keep his mouth working the nipple in his mouth, he lifted his eyes to look up at her face as she moved against the digit he had inserted. “God you’re beautiful,” he confessed softly against her flesh. Keeping her eyes closed, a smiled spread across her face at the comment. House stared at her for a moment as she worked hips against his hand. He enjoyed watching her as she working her way towards an orgasm. She seemed to be glowing; her eyes closed tightly, her parted lips to taking in shaky breaths as she concentrated on the sensation building between her legs. Thrusting his finger deeper a few times, he then sent his index finger in to sertai his middle. She let out a moan as now two of his finger worked inside of her. Licking her lip, she lifted her eyelashes and looked down at him. As her slate blue eyes locked with his he found them brimming with want and begged for release. The intensity of her stare caused him to moan her name around the nipple in his mouth.
Curling his fingers inside of her, he searched for her g-spot. There were two things that his years of studying the human body had provided him. One was the ability to diagnose it when it wasn’t working correctly, the other was this. She stiffed against him and he smiled. Yep, becoming a Doctor had definite benefits outside of the hospital he smirked to himself as he moved his mouth to her other breast.
Sliding his middle finger in tiny circles around spot he had located on the dinding of her vagina, he felt her tremble slightly as her fluids leak out of her opening and down his hand. She was ready for him now. Lifting his head from her breasts, he moved up to Ciuman her as he slipped his fingers out of her. She growled and bit down on his bottom lip. “Hey now,” he whispered against her mouth as he worked her panties and jeans off, “I’m not planning on leaving anda high and dry, I just figured you’d prefer something bigger and better,” he leered down at her, pushing his hard on against her wet center.
Reaching down for his belt, Lisa yanked impatiently at the leather. “Well then get to it already,” she commanded through a sexy smile. The look made his cock twitch. He needed her, and now. Ciuman her roughly, he hastily extracted a condom from his wallet before pushing at his clothing until his penis bounced free of his underwear. Not caring that he hadn’t actually removed his pants, he grabbed himself, rolled the condom quickly over his shaft and positioned his tip in the entrance of her opening, but just before for thrusting into her, he paused. Gazing down at her beautiful face he felt to odd feeling that had been pledging him for weeks wash over him. Taking deep breath, he instinctively leaned down and kissed her sweetly before…
*You are the dancing queen, Young and sweet, only seventeen. Dancing queen, feel the beat from the tambourine, oh yeah…*
Grunting as his mind reeled back to the present, House glanced down at the cell Singing Wilson’s ring tone from the clip on his belt. Pushing the button to send the call to his voice mail, he blew out a long breath. ‘Damn it Wilson’ he thought, shifted uncomfortably in Cuddy’s chair as he tried to find a position that would relieve the pressure against the hard on in his pants. This was the saat time today that Wilson had interpreted this particular memory. Taking a few calming breaths, House tried to recapture the memory. ‘God that had time been hot,’ he recalled letting out a sigh. Grunting a bit, he glanced down at the bulge in his pants then over at the bathroom to his left. Maybe he could just…he considered, but once again the sound of Abba filled the room. Yanking the phone off his belt, he flipped it open. “Yeah,” he grunted, feeling his erection begin to deflate.
“Um, I have your dinner, but you’re not in your office and your team hasn’t seen you,” Wilson stated suspiciously.
House rolled his eyes. “I’m in the lab. I’ll be up in a minute,” he lied pushing away from Cuddy’s meja and closing the phone without another word. Grazing his fingers briefly over the shinning wood of the desk, he let a long breath out through his nose. Giving it one last look, he suddenly stood and moved towards the door.
Pausing only long enough to lock the office behind him, House turned marched through the double doors of the outer office. Turning towards exit of the clinic, he stopped short when he spotted Wilson staring him with a knowing look on his face. Glancing down at the floor and swallowing hard, House put on his game face. Limping quickly past Wilson, he headed directly for the elevators.
“Uh, House,” Wilson called out after him. “You do know that Cuddy’s office ISN’T the lab right?” he asked sarcastically, stopping seterusnya to him.
It was moments like this that House really missed his mobility. If he weren’t missing huge hunk of leg muscle he could maybe run away atau at least dash up the stairs, but instead he was stuck here waiting for the damn elevator. “Yeah I guess I lied,” he confessed, keeping his voice neutral as he pushed the call button impatiently.
Wilson raised an eyebrow. “You sneak into Cuddy’s office all the time. Why lie about it this time?” he asked, moving the bag of Makanan he was carrying from one arm to the other.
Much to House’s relief, the loceng chimed and the door to the elevator slid open. “I didn’t want anda to call and tell mommy on me and ruin my surprise,” House replied flippantly as he stepped into the awaiting car.
Stepping in after him, Wilson shook his head at him. “What surprise?” he asked, his voice clearly indicating that he didn’t believe a word coming from his mouth.
Staring up at the floor counter, House shrugged. “I erased all her appointments for seterusnya week. That the nice part about her not having a secretary, she’s gone to keeping her calendar on her meja top, which of course is an open invite for sabotage” he lied.
The doors to the elevator opened, and both men stepped out. House limped towards his office trying not to notice the complete look of disbelief on James’ face. Pushing though the glass door with his name on it, he hobbled quickly towards his desk.
Following close behind, Wilson stopped at the meja and set down the bag of food. Unbuttoning his coat, he stared at House as he rummaged though one of his meja drawers. “You know I don’t buy that pile of horse pucky right?” he asked tossing his kot and scarf towards the cream colored chair in the corner.
Finally locating the monster truck DVD in the saat drawer, House shuffled over to the TV in the corner and turn it on. “You don’t have to believe me, but then again if anda really do want that new MRI for Oncology anda might want to remind her about that budget meeting your have with the board about it on Tuesday,” he stated, putting the DVD into the player.
Raising an eyebrow, Wilson considered him for a moment. “No,” he finally concluded after a few seconds, “You weren’t in there to mess with her stuff. anda wanted to see the meja didn’t you?” he asked knowingly.
Not giving him the benefit of even a glance, House reached for the bag on his meja and began unloading the styrofoam containers filled with food.
“Ah ha!” Wilson rejoiced at his silence. “I knew it. anda snuck in to see it! What anda didn’t even bother to be there when the movers brought it in yesterday?” he asked as House opened the lid of his Makanan and began shoving fries into his mouth.
Chewing House looked up at him. He really didn’t want to talk about this again. Why couldn’t he just let it go? It wasn’t like if he did have a relationship with Cuddy Wilson would benefit from it. “I was just screwing with her schedule,” House reiterated his sebelumnya lie as he reached for a one of cups he had unpacked earlier.
“Bullshit House,” Wilson stated in factually. “You know, I just do NOT understand your complete refusal to own up to how anda feel about that woman. God…she’s beautiful, sexy, smart and for some mind-boggling reason, likes you. Why do anda refuse to acknowledge that?” he demanded.
Sipping on his shake, House worked hard to keep his reactions guarded, but the truth was he was surprised. She still liked him? With his antics over the past few days, especially yesterday when he had grab her breast when she had tried to discuss the subject of them, he’d figured she’d telah diberi up on the notion of them as a couple. Hell he wasn’t sure there was anything lebih than just sexual tention between them anyway, but Wilson, who had, had coffee with her and came back to nag him about it the hooker, now berkata she liked him. His thoughts ran in circles as he tried to process the information.
“House!”
House looked up at him, but just as he was about to speak Thirteen came through his door a scan film in her hand. Following closely in her heels was Taub and Kutner. “Kimberly’s kidneys are failing, she has blood in the urine,” she stated, marching over to his light board and slapping the film on it. Turning on the light ,the MRI image of the woman’s lower abdomen lit up. “And her BP is now through the roof,” she added, stepping back to stare at the scan.
Immensely thankful for the interruption, House turned his full attention to new puzzle piece on the light board. “Looks clean,” he mumbled, turning to his dry erase board and wrote increasing BP on one line and then kidney failure just below it.
“All of our scans have been clean, but she still has kidney failure, her rash is getting worse and now her BP is threateninb a hati, tengah-tengah attack,” Kutner stated.
“Wow, that was really helpful,” House snapped sarcastically as he moved to pick up the hamburger that was growing cold on his desk. “So, ideas. What causes, fever, rash, headache, high BP and kidney failure?” he asked taking a big bite of his burger and staring at his team.
“Primary biliary cirrhosis,” Taub suggested.
Thirteen shook her head, “No primary bilary cirrhosis presents with liver failure not kidney failure,” she argued.
“How about Dengue Hemorrhagic Fever? Accounts for the elevated BP, rash, and fever,” Kutner offered carefully, eyeing House.
Taking another bite of his sandwich, House considered the thought. “I considered that earlier, but her blood pressure would be falling if it were Dengue fever, not going up,” he rebutted.
Thirteen raised and finger in thought. “What if rash isn’t a rash at all. What if bruising? She never berkata it itched and the spots aren’t raised, we just assumed it was a rash from the pattern, but what if its not a rash but bruising. If it is it could be Thrombotic thrombocytopenic purpura. TTP would explain all the symptoms,” she stated looked to each of them for their thoughts.
House chewed and swallowed. “If you’re right and it’s bruising, then it’s TTP and we can start her on prednisolone and immunosuppressants,” he berkata standing up. “Let’s go biopsy the rash and check her blood for the enzyme ADAMTS13 to confirm,” he stated, picking up his burger in one hand and cane in the other, he headed for the door.
Thirteen, Taub and Kutner all looked at each other. “You’re coming to…help us?” Taub asked in disbelief.
“Yeah, you’re going to see a patient House?” Wilson asked suspiciously, looking at his friend in disbelief.
House stopped short of the door and looked back at them. “I want to see for myself if this bruising atau just a gnarly rash,” he dismissed, motioning for his team to exit before him.
Wilson stared at House as the team filed out into the hall. “House, anda never see patients except to harass them into some sort of confession that will fit your diagnosis. You’re just avoiding the conversation about…you know who,” he accused, careful not to drop Cuddy’s name in the presents of House’s underlings.
Eyeing his friend for a moment, House couldn’t help but smile; of course he was avoiding, that’s what he did best. ‘You’d think you’d know that sejak now Jimmy,’ he thought to himself. Shoving the last bite of his burger into his mouth, House simply gave Wilson a shrug and followed his team through the door.
Giving him an annoyed glare, Missy picked up the sample and placed it in the outgoing lab box near his elbow. “Why must anda do that?” she grumbled, snagging the patient file from his hand.
House shrugged. “It’s hard to say,” he snipped with a smirk, “mostly I just like to see the nursing staff doing their JOBS,” he quipped putting emphasis on his last few words for effect.
Missy laughed out loud at the comment. “And you’re what, employee of the month?” she smirked handing him another file.
“I save lives,” House retorted.
“Yeah upstairs anda do but down here anda just hide and play your Gameboy.”
“It’s a PSP. Learn your game systems,” he corrected, picking up the swab the nurse had just put in the lab box he waved it at her. “And um, what do anda call this?” he asked.
Rolling her eyes, she snatched the specimen from him. “One hari of actual work down here doesn’t make up for the other four days anda were supposed to be here this week, atau for the other countless days this bulan that anda just hid out down here,” she argued tossing the swab in the box again.
House eyed her for a moment. “Since when did all the nurses down here get so uppity?” he asked remembering his run it with Meredith earlier that day.
Plopping down in her chair, Missy picked up the chart she had been looking at before he had interrupted her and began to read. “Since we started the “Make Dr House Actually Work” club,” she bantered, flipping the page in the chart.
“You have a whole club just to talk about lil-o-me?” House asked with false sweetness.
“Yah we meet right after the “House is an Ass,” support group,” she snipped, glancing up from the file.
Squinting his eyes at her, House flipped open the new file he had been handed. “Oh that’s good one,” he snarked sarcastically.
“Yeah, well we’re running out of nights to hold the different meetings to jalang, perempuan jalang about you, so why don’t anda limp on over to exam room one and let us off the hook one night a week,” she teased, pointing in the direction of the exam rooms.
House couldn’t help but smile a bit to himself. He liked when the nurses were afraid, but he liked it even lebih when they stood up to him. He liked Wilson and Cuddy for the same reason, they argued with him, engaged him.
“You’re actually here and smiling about it?” came Wilson’s voice from the other side of the desk.
Glancing up, House eyed his friend as he approached. “Well seeing as it’s,” he paused and looked at his watch, “4:30 pm, I’m done for the week…at least with clinic duty, so what’s not to smile about?” he asked rhetorically, tossing the file Missy had just handed him into her lap.
Missy glared up at him. “You’re off at 5pm Dr. House,” she grumbled, plucking the red folder from her lap and holding back up to him.
House shrugged. “Guess I’m just going to fill up your whole week hu?” he smirked sarcastically.
Looking up at Wilson, Missy pleaded silently with him to reason with House. Wilson raised his hands and shook his head. “Sorry, you’ll have to go to Cuddy about clinic stuff, I’m staying out of it. Trust me I play enough interference just trying to be his friend,” he chuckled.
Giving House the evil eye, the blonde stood up and strode off toward the exam rooms, undoubtly looking for another, lebih cooperative doctor to take the case.
“She looks please with you,” Wilson smiled, coming to stand seterusnya to House at the desk.
“Ah, she just frontin’. She told me just a few minit lalu that she’s vice president of my peminat club,” House smirked, proud of his use of what he considered to be Ebonics.
Wilson smiled and shook his head. “So, I’m on my way out. anda wanna go to BJ’s for beer?” he asked redirecting the conversation.
“Can’t, my patient is still dying,” House declined, making his way around the meja to grab the sign out clip board.
“Oh. Well…do anda want me to bring ya back a burger from BJ’s? I’ll even eat some of it before I give it to anda so anda still feel like your stealing it from me.”
Signing his name seterusnya to the 5 o’clock slot on the form, House looked up at him. “Why don’t anda grab something for both of us and we can eat here. I got a new monster truck DVD; we can watch it while my minions run tests on Karen,” he suggested as he tossing the clip board on to the meja and began making his way towards the exit doors of the clinic.
“You patient’s name is Kimberly,” Wilson corrected. “As for dinner, sure, fine, why not,” he agreed, following House out of the clinic. “So…cheese, no cheese?” he asked shrugging on the kot he had been carrying.
“Cheese and make it a double, didn’t get a chance to pick off your plate at lunch today so I’m starving.” House lamented as he limped slowly towards the elevators.
“You know House, anda are not only a doctor, but the head of a department, anda could probably afford to buy your own lunch once in awhile,” Wilson countered, draping his scarf around his neck.
“But then where would I get the money to pay for porn?” House tossed back as he pushed the button to call the elevator.
Wilson shook his head chuckling. “You know, I just so happen to know a girl who would probably let anda look at her naked for free, but then again anda might have to actually be nice to her so that probably wouldn’t work out,” He trailed off, a smug smile on his face.
“Jimmy, if anda plan on buying me makan malam, majlis makan malam so anda can lecture me like my mom, then anda can keep your burger and fries,” House warned, looking up at the counter as it slowly counted down towards the 1 for lobby.
Wilson sighed. There was no point in pushing him. He would talk when he wanted to and not before. “Fine. So, fries and slaw?” he asked, backing towards the exit doors just as the elevator slid opened.
“Yeah, and a Chocolate shake,” House ordered stepping into the empty awaiting car.
Giving him a nod, Wilson turned for the door. “Be back in 20,” he stated, before slip out the door into the cold December night.
House watched his retreating form until the elevator doors slid closed. Staring blankly at the call buttons arranged to the left of the door, Wilson’s statement played over in his head. “…I know a girl who would probably let anda look at her naked for free…” Suddenly Cuddy’s face drifted through his mind. Without thinking, he reached out and pushed the button to open the doors. Stepped out the elevator and back into the lobby, House slowly limping across the shiny gray tile of the main entry and Cuddy’s office.
Pushing through the doors of the clinic, he circled around the admission meja but stopped short of Cuddy’s outer doors when he noticed the lights were off. “Where’s Dr. Cuddy,” he asked Missy without looking back at her.
“She left at four, which means I’ll have to wait till Monday to tell her anda left early from the clinic,” she mumbled in response.
Turning towards the desk, House eyed the nurse as she scratched out the 5 seterusnya to his name and replaced it with 4:30. “Cuddy never leaves early,” he berkata suspiciously.
“Well, she has two years of vacation and three years of sick leave that she’s hasn’t taken, so going utama an jam early really isn’t a felony offence, now is it?” she rebutted, putting the clip board away in her meja drawer.
Looking back at the dark office, House shook his head. “No…But Cuddy never leaves early,” he stated emphatically, moving towards the double doors leading to the outer office.
Standing up Missy frowned at his retreating back. “And where exactly are anda going Dr. House?” she demanded.
Pausing, his hand on the handle of the door, House glanced over his shoulder at her. “Thought that was relatively obvious,” He stated, pointing at the glass doors in front of him. “I’m going into Dr. Cuddy’s office,” he berkata slowly, as if she might not understand him.
“She’s not in, her office is locked up,” the blonde stated blandly, her hands on her hips.
Pulling a ring of keys from his pocket, House shook them at her. “Not for long,” he berkata moving to push the door open again.
“Dr. House!” Missy called out coming around the desk.
Turning around in the doorjam, House gave the woman a look that stopped her in her tracks. “Look, I’m a head of a department, sometimes I need to get files from this office, hence the key,” he stated in a voice that dared her to argue with him.
Squinting up at him, the blonde sighed in defeat. She knew that Dr. Cuddy hadn’t provided him a key, everyone on the nursing staff knew that, but she also knew that House could make her life miserable if she tried to get in his way. He was a doctor; she was nurse, end of story. “Fine, whatever, but be aware that I will be telling Dr. Cuddy that anda needed to get a “file,” she berkata adding air Petikan around the word file for emphasis, “first thing Monday morning,” she sighed moving back around the desk.
“You do that,” House quipped, smiling in victory. Turning on his heels, he stepped out of the doorway and into Cuddy’s outer office. Hearing the door close softly behind him, he flipping through the ring of keys until he found the one he had marked with a ‘C’ in permeate marker. Sliding it into the lock, he gave it a turn and stepped quickly into the dim office. Stopping just inside the door, he took a deep breath as the door clicked closed behind him. It still smelled of new carpet and fresh paint.
Glancing around the room he took a quick inventory, looking for anything that might clue him into why the small brunet was not sitting hutched over her meja like she should be. At his right he noticed a pot of coffee and full untouched mug sitting seterusnya to it. Reaching over, he touched the cup. Cold. “Hummm,” he mumbled to himself, as his mind began to spin together scenarios. Tossing his cane over his right wrist, he picked up the cup in one hand and grabbed the pot with the other. Limping carefully over to attached bathroom, he quickly dumped both vessels down the drain of the sink. Turning on the tap, he rinsed the items thoroughly before returning them back the shelf sejak the door.
Puffing out his cheeks for a moment, he blew out the air as he moved towards the desk. Hooking his cane on the back of her hair, he sank slowly down into the smooth dark leather, his eyes locking on the piece of furniture in front of him for a moment. Running his fingers over the shiny surface, he took in all the small imperfections as well as the mirror like shine that shimmered under his hand. It had been lebih years than he cared to remember since he had actually laid eyes on piece of furniture. A slow smile spread across his face as the memory that Wilson had rudely inturped earlier that hari rushed back to the front of his brain.
Trudging up the last flight of stairs of the ancient five story walk up, Greg House paused at the bahagian, atas to hold open a api, kebakaran door open as two guys carrying a loveseat passed through and headed down the stairs. The whole building was liken to that of an ant bukit today as the soon to be former tenants of the student housing facility performed their annual summer evacuation of the property. People crowded the hallways and stairwells carrying boxes, bags and furniture out of rooms and down the stairs to awaiting cars at the curb. Stepping through the door into the lebih dimly lit hallway, House couldn’t help but notice that the air around him seemed to spark energy. The promise of a summer reprieve from their studies seemed to have everyone who passed him smiling and laughing. Making his way down the hall, he nodded acknowledgements occasionally at the people passing him as he picked his way down the crowded hallway.
“Hey Greg,” a female voice called out as he passed. Turning around he found a firey redhead beaming at him from her doorway.
Coming to a stop at the sound of his name, he turned around and spotted the person from whom it came. He recognized the girl but didn’t remember her name, he wasn’t even sure he ever knew it, despite of the fact she had spent the last nine months chatting him up in hallway whenever he came to visit Lisa. Hell, he was pretty sure he had even been to her room for a party earlier that year, but her name, that he couldn’t recall. All he did know for sure about this girl was that she came onto him every chance she got. While flattered, after all she was pretty in her own way, he just wasn’t into chicks who were so blatant about wanting to jump him. He preferred to be the chaser. Not to say he didn’t like a girl who knew what she wanted, he did, but out right slutiness really didn’t do much for him. He like brains and banter mixed with curves and sex appeal, hence his preference to the brunette down the hall.
“So, what are anda doing for the summer?” the redhead asked, her eyes grazing hungrily over his form.
House repressed the desire to roll his eyes. “I’m moving.” He stated blandly.
Her forehead wrinkled and a pout formed on her lips. “Oh, no! Will anda be back in the fall?” she asked, moving out of the door to stand in his personal space.
Raising his eyebrows, he glanced down at her sex kitten pout. ‘Geeze’, he thought to himself. “Nope. I’m blowin’ this popsicle stand. Goin’ to work at Boston General,” he stated taking a step back.
The girl he had named Red in his mind, followed his retreating form. “Oh…” she berkata in low voice, “well that’s too bad. I was really hoping to get to know anda better…if anda catch my drift,” she berkata in a low voice, placing a hand on his chest.
Clearing his throat, House took her hand from his body and pushed it back towards her own. “Trust me, I read anda loud and clear. This is the same come on you’ve been tossing in my direction all year,” he stated plainly, tired of playing her game.
Taking her hand from his, Red tossed her head in the direction of her room. “Well?” she cooed, a red eyebrow arching up towards her hair line.
“Really?” Housed asked, surprised sejak her persistence. “I mean, I’ve turned anda down, what a half dozen times over the last nine months, and you’re still willing to jump my Bones despite the fact I would only be using you?” he asked condescendingly.
She shrugged and batted her eyelashes at him. “You’re hot. I want to do you. Is that clear enough?” she returned, unfazed sejak his canter.
“Yeah,” he smirked, “perfectly. See the thing is this…” he said, then leaned into her to speak softly into her ear, “I’m just not into you.”
Following suit, Red moved her lips to his ear. “You don’t need to be INTO me, just IN me,” she murmured.
Chuckling and shaking his head, House placed his hands on Red’s shoulders and moved her away from him. “Well, I give anda an A for effort,” he stated, dropping his arms to his side once she was a selamat, peti deposit keselamatan distance away, “but it’s not going to happen.”
The pretty girl’s forehead wrinkled in frustration. “Why not? What does that doughty old bag,” she snapped pointing towards Lisa’s room, “have that I don’t?” She demanded.
His eyebrows shot up in surprise. It never ceased to amaze him how women could turn on each other over a man. He knew that Lisa and this girl weren’t best Friends atau anything, but he was pretty sure they were at least friendly acquaintances; but throw a penis in the mix and Red was ready to flash her claws. Irrationality over took common sense, and anger and embarrassment made her assertions boarder on the absurd. Although Lisa had a couple of years on this girl, she was far from any of the things Red was accusing her of. Lisa was attractive, well liked and anything but a stick in the mud and in spite of Red’s conclusions, he and Lisa weren’t couple, at least not in the strict sense of the word. He did spend a bit of time with her, and they had even known each other in the ‘biblical sense’ on couple of occasions, but they weren’t a thing, so the fact that this girl saw Lisa a threat was ridicules. He could sleep with Red if he wanted to, he was technically free to ‘do’ whomever he wanted, he just chose not to do her and that pissed her off.
Stepping away from the now ferial female, House began inching his way down the hall. “I like doughty; it’s a HUGE turn on, if anda catch my drift,” he winked, nodding towards his nether reigns. He was rewarded with an icy glare, which in turn only encouraged a smile from him. “Well I gotta go, Lisa berkata she’d wear the baggy sweater and granny panties for me today, so….” he drew out sarcastically.
Squinting at him angrily, the redhead moved back into her doorway. “You’re loss then,” she returned hotly.
House shrugged. “I can live with that,” he snipped, then turned and walked away from her. Hearing her door slam shut, a satisfied smile crept across his face as he slowed to a stop just outside Lisa’s door. Cracked open about a foot, he peered silently into the room. Sitting menyeberang, cross legged atop her meja amidst a sea of paper was the women for which Red was ready to kill, her forehead furled in concentration. His first genuine smile of the hari creased his face. She looked cute dressed in faded denim and an old tee shirt, her graduation topi, cap still perched on her head. “Knock, Knock,” he called out stepping over the thresh hold and into the room. Lisa’s face turned up to him and immediately her furrowed brow smoothed into a sparking smile.
“Hey you, I didn’t think I’d see anda today…you know since anda didn’t make it to the thing,” she berkata pitching her eyes up at the graduation cap.
“Told you, I don’t do ceremony,” he berkata picking his way around boxes that scattered the floor of her room.
“Yeah, yeah, I know. Whatever,” she smirked, “But anda should be aware that anda missed an EXTREAMLY moving speech sejak the dean,” she smiled, her sarcasm barely veiled.
“You must have been in the front row, and the moving anda speak of must have been anda dodging that projectile spittle of his as he spoke,” he laughed, picking up one of the piles on the edge of her desk.
“He really is a big bag of wind isn’t he,” she confessed through a grin. “Still it would have been nice to have anda there. anda after all did play a small part in helping me get to this point.”
“I only tutored anda in one class, and that was lebih about looking down your baju than organic chemistry” he dismissed, flipping through the stack of papers he had picked up.
Lisa swatted him playfully. “Maybe for you, but I was too busy peeking into your brain to notice,” she berkata with a twinkle in her eye.
House raised a single eyebrow at her. Taking a step towards her, he pinned her with his eyes. “If I remember properly, anda took lebih than a peek at something that had nothing to do with my brain as well,” he stated in a low voice.
She swallowed noticeably. “Yeah, I remember,” she breathed, “I only got a B on that test,” she grumbled playfully.
“You got an A in my book,” House returned, feeling a familiar spark between them begin to fire.
Her eye’s raked over his face. “That might be, but medical schools don’t generally care how I’m rated in the sack,” she murmured, her body moving on instinct towards him.
Shifting on his feet, House turned his attention back to the pile in his hands. “So…what are anda doing here,” he asked, trying to pull himself back from the precipice he suddenly found himself on. A few months back, he had made a decision not to sleep with her again when things had begun getting odd between them. He didn’t mind being Friends with benefits, but deep down he knew he was walking a grease covered tight rope. One small misstep and he’d end up tumbling into the net of normalcy. He instinctively knew that if he fell he’d be unable to stop himself from becoming significantly attached to this girl, which would most certainly screw up both of their lives. He had never done the commitment thing well, and the fact of the matter was that despite himself, he already cared too much for Lisa to let her down like that. It was better to deflect, he had decided. ‘But damn, why did she have to look so good?’ he scoffed to himself as he glanced up into the blue-gray pools of her eyes.
Licking her lips, Lisa slid a few piles over to clear a spot on the meja directly in front of him. Slipping into the vacancy she had just created, she casually dropped her legs over the edge of the desktop so that one was on each side of him. Tilting her head, she glanced at the papers he was pretending to be interested in. “I’m just going through my old tests and stuff. I figure some of these papers and notes might come in handy seterusnya year, so I’m trying to decided what to take and what to toss,” she answered him matter of factly as one of her hands begun caressing his arm.
House stared down hard at the words that dotted the paper in front of him but found it nearly impossible to focus on them. “Don’t know that a paper on the King Henry the VIII and his wives will do ya much good in med school,” he finally stated, tossing the stack into the trash to his left.
Lisa raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know, I think I probably could make a reasonable argument that Catherine Howard suffered from an STD. She was rather a trampy sejak 15th century standards, ya know. I’d even bet that an STD is why she, was unable to menanggung, bear children,” she stated logical, as her other hand made its way under his baju to graze his ab’s.
House took in an uneven breath. “Speaking of STD’s, I think Red seterusnya door might have just telah diberi me the clap. She cornered me in the hall on my way down here and put her hands all over me,” he deflected sarcastically.
Lisa rolled her eyes a little. “Becka is a little loose and brazen isn’t she?” she stated her voice soft as her nails raking through the hairs on his arm. “Well,” she sighed softly, her breath tickling the skin of his neck. “I guess I’ll just have to make sure to use protection,” she murmured sexily.
House looked down at her; her intentions were clearly displayed on her face. Lisa wasn’t afraid of making clear her wishes, he liked that about her. She was just the right amount of pushy for him. She didn’t mind initiating sex but did in such a way that he somehow came out in the end feeling like lebih of a man, which let’s face it, would be sexy as hell to any male alive.
Licking his dry lips, Greg knew if he had any intention of holding to his sebelumnya decision he needed stop this before it got started, not that his body seemed to be listening. At the moment it actually appeared to be deaf because somehow his hands had found their way onto her hips.
“So…do anda have a condom with you?” she murmured in a sultry voice, her lips suddenly moving softly against the curve of his neck.
He eyes slid closed as she slowly nibbled and licked at the length of his neck between his ear and shoulder. Her administrations immediately sent blood rushing south of his belt. “STOP HER,” his conscience demanded, but even as the thoughts screamed in his brain, her hand that was under his shirt, slipped up to cup his peck. He moaned audibly, unable to control the reaction.
Moving her warm mouth up to his ear, she breathed heavily into it for a moment as she traced her tongue along the outer curve; then taking the lobe between her teeth she gave it a little tug. He jumped a bit at the nibble and his hands on her hips flexed, gripping her tightly. He took a few breaths, and tried to clear his head of the fog of arousal that enveloped it. “Lisa…” he finally breathed.
“Yes, Greg,” she purred, as her saat hand slipped under the hem of baju to sertai the first.
He rolled his eyes and restrained a grunt of satisfaction as hand number two thumbed the nipple of his other peck. “I’m….I’m leaving….and anda have school…” he stuttered, find the words difficult to locate though the muddle of sensations bombarding his brain.
“Yes, I know,” Lisa whispered in return as she began placing small kisses along his jaw line.
Swallowing hard, he forced himself to continue. “Do you…um…do anda think….is this the best idea?” he finally managed to ask, all the while his body cursing him for his traitorous words.
At that, Lisa pulled back a bit to look into his eyes. “I don’t know, maybe not,” she confessed, a small smirk in her lips, “at least not with the door open like that...” she berkata pointing blindly toward the partially opened door of her dorm room. “And I was actually serious about the condom, I don’t have any more, but other than that…” she trailed off, placing long Ciuman to the corner of his mouth as her fingertips traced circles around his nipples.
Staring down at her his rational thoughts crashed head long into his raging hormones. His mind raced, each side making its case. On one hand she looked amazing. Her lips slightly swollen from Ciuman him, her slate eyes shimmering with desire, her hands under his tee shirt- how in the hell could he possibly say no to her. She was after all probably the sexiest woman who had ever actually agreed to sleep with him, and she wanted him NOW. There wasn’t any denying that he wanted her too, the solider that was standing at attention in his pants at the moment was proof of his desire to have her, but then there was the other hand. Something had turned on in him over the past few months, suddenly it wasn’t ‘just’ sex anymore. Whatever was happening, it was lebih than he was ready for, so saying no was the sure way to bury the issue. Taking deep breath, he let his eyes slide closed for a moment as his brain wrestled with the devil and Angel in his conscience. Suddenly, before ‘good vs. horny’ had the chance to duke it out, she pulled away and jumped off the desk. Slightly disoriented sejak the abrupt movement and absence of her body heat, he shook his head and turned around to watch her moving quickly around boxes to close the door.
Flipping the dead bolt, she turned back towards him and smiled coyly as she slowly wandered back in his direction through minefield of half filled boxes. “Look Greg, I get what you’re trying to do here. You’re thinking this might be the last time we see each other and anda don’t want to leave me thinking we were only fuck buddies,” she stated plainly. “You think if we have sex, then this…friendship will seem…” she physically paused and gave her seterusnya words careful consideration. “Trivial,” she finally decide upon.
He blinked down at her. She wasn’t really that far off, but then again that wasn’t really a surprise, she often saw passed his bullshit to see the real him. Not really knowing what to say, he chose to simply nod his head to indicate his agreement.
She smiled and shook her head as she took a step ke hadapan into his personal space. “I don’t see it that way,” she stated simply. “Never have. This,” she berkata gesturing between them with her hand, “no one is taking advantage of anyone here. I like when anda touch me, and I’m pretty sure that, that’s mutual,” she berkata softly, looking up into his eyes. “And even if I never see anda again after today Greg, I will not regret being with anda atau being Friends with you,” she murmured, placing a hand on his chest. House started down at her, his hati, tengah-tengah pounding. He didn’t know exactly how to respond to her. A man never wanting for words atau quick replies, he suddenly found his tongue paralyzed.
Running her hand sensually up and down his chest, Lisa took another step into him. “Now, what I’d really like to do is make this a good-bye to remember,” she breathed, tilting her head back and looking up at him.
He stared down into her eyes and searched for the truth but all he found was that which she had confessed. Letting out a long breath, he shook his head at her as a smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. ‘You might end up regretting this, but not doing it...’ his mind turned. Then she licked her lips, and internal argument went silent. Suddenly he was moving ke hadapan and he was taking her into his arms. One hand on the small of her back and one at the back of her neck, he brought her face to his and took her lips between his. Her mouth was as smooth as velvet under his lips. She tasted good, intoxicatingly good. It’s was a taste specific to her, one that over the last few weeks he had woke up craving the flavor of. Running his tongue slowly over her bottom lip, he brought both his hands up to cup her face. He wanted to savor the moment, to Ciuman her thoroughly, to make Cinta to her slowly, but the mixture of her scent and her warm body pressed against his was going to make that nearly impossible. Deeping the kiss, his tongue slipped into her mouth and ran along hers. The cavern of her mouth was warm and sweet.
Lisa groaned into his mouth as his thumbs arched slowly over her cheeks. “Greg…” she whispered against his lips, her hands sliding under his baju once again. Raking her nails across the skin of his back, she tugged his body even closer to hers. “You have too many clothes on,” she mumbled pulling at his tee shirt.
House lifted his mouth from her for a moment to pull off his shirt. “You know I could say the same thing about you,” he breathed, running his hands down to cover her breasts. She grinned and kissed him again, her hands taking a moment to run over his bare chest and through his chest hair. House pulled out of the Ciuman and squinted at her. “Come on, your turn,” he demanded, his lips crashing against hers again as his hands pulled up on her baju impatiently.
Tugging his bottom lip with her teeth, she broke the Ciuman and reached for the hem of the faded tee. Keeping her eyes locked with his, she yanked the baju up but stopped abruptly when it encountered the forgotten red graduation topi, cap pinned to her head. Struggling against the cotton fabric, she began to laugh.
House grinned down at her and chuckled along with her. In the years since he had Lost his virginity, there hadn’t been a single girl atau woman he had been with that he could laugh with during sex, but with Lisa they had seem to just be relaxed enough to find funny things, well…funny.
“Um…a little help here?” she asked lowering her hands so that House could get at the cap.
Eyeing her bra covered breast, he lifted an eyebrow and raised his hands to cover them. “Kinda like anda like this,” he teased, flicking her nipples thought the thin fabric.
Lisa let out a breath and wiggled under his touch. “GREG,” she snorted, “Trust me, we’ll have a better time if my face is free,” she berkata though the cloth.
“Oh alright,” he sighed through a sideways grin. “But I’m going to keep anda to that promise,” he teased seductively. Moving the fabric out of the way, he picked the bobby pins from her hair one sejak one until the topi, cap finally came free. Tossing it across the room, he reached down and helped her finally remove the shirt.
Taking a breath, Lisa looked up at him, her face slightly flushed from the struggle. “Thanks,” she said, reaching up self-consciously to run her hands over her now frayed hair.
House watched her for a moment then brought his hands up to quiet hers. “Here let me,” he berkata softly. Reaching back, he tugged at the small rubber band that held the tail of her French braid. She watched him silently, her eyes locked with his. Her stare made him tingle in all the right places. Letting the small piece of black elastic fall from his fingers, he very gently worked his fingertips into her hair. Pulling his fingers from roots to the tips of her soft brown hair, he watched as the dark brown curls fell free from the braid. Once all her hair was free of the braid he buried his hands in the loose curls and once again brought her mouth to his. This time his Ciuman was passionate, possessive. Smashing his mouth to hers, their tongues and teeth collided as their body Tangled together. Running one of his hands down from her hair, he traced the tips of fingers slowly down her spine. Her skin was a smooth as silk. “God you’re soft,” he mumbled around their Ciuman as his whole hand caressed her back gentle.
Lisa’s lips turned up in a smile against his. “Thank you, I moisturize,” she smirked between breaths.
House smirked at her flippant response. “Well I better make sure you’ve been lubin’ up all your very important parts then hu?” he asked as his mouth slipped from her mouth to travel across her face and onto her neck. With the hand still in her hair, he gentle pulled her head back, exposing lebih of her neck to him. She groaned. He grinned. Then running his tongue along her jaw to the tip of her chin, he began a torturously slow exploration of the skin of her throat. Altering between pecks, licks, nibbles, bites and long sucking kisses, he moved down the milky white skin until he reached the dip where her cervical vertebrae meet with her the manubrium. Flatting his tongue against the slight indentation, he lapped gently at her ever warming skin. “Smooth and tasty,” he murmured nipping her with his teeth. She shivered against him and sighed. “You like?” he asked his breath mixing with the sweat at was beginning to form on her skin.
She chuckled low and sexy. “I’d like it even better if anda could draw these conclusions WHILE continuing forward,” she returned looking down at him.
Greg peeked up and met her shimmering eyes. She was absolutely right; he should stop the talking and get on with the licking. Letting the hand in her hair slip down the back of her neck, he slowly drew it down until it joined the other on her back before sliding them both down over her ribs to rest on the slight curve of her hips. He caressed the skin just above her jeans a moment before slipping his pinkies in the loops and tugging her ke hadapan until their pelvis’ gently collided.
She groaned and swatted him. “Greg,” she pleaded in a barely audible whisper.
Smiling against her skin at the longing her could hear in her voice, he placed a gentle Ciuman to the dip at the base of her neck once lebih before started once again on his downward journey. Planting light kisses across her cervical, he slowly moved down and across her chest until his lips finally rested just above the cup of her light merah jambu silk bra. “Love anda in this color,” he confessed against the curve of her breast. Then, sticking out the tip of his tongue he leisurely traced along the bahagian, atas the first cup, down into the valley between her breast and then up the other mound. His mind was beginning to spin. Always a big peminat of her breasts, he was torturing himself as much as he was her with his slow exploration. Swallowing with some difficulty, he took a deep breath trying to cool his rising desire, but suddenly her hands were in his hair, pulling his face down. He chuckled and looked up at her as his lips brushed her right nipple. “Somebody getting impatient?” he asked grazing his nose lightly over the tight nub.
Lisa groaned and pulled his face ke hadapan into her chest again. “Would anda just be quiet and put your mouth to better use?” she grumbled.
Looking at the peak before him, thinly veiled in pale merah jambu silk, he smirked. He liked her when she was demanding. “Yes, mama,” he finally replied clamping his lips over a silk covered nipple. Her guttural gasp was he reward. Lapping hungrily at her, he soaked the thin fabric of her bra on one breast as his other hand worked its way up from her waist to slip under the wire of her bra to bring her other nipple to a point. Arching her back, Lisa loosened one of the hands in his hair and slipped down to caress his cheek gently. The soft touch of her finger tips across his cheek bone and down his jaw was so gentle it turned something in his gut, he suddenly ache to Ciuman her. Reluctantly pulling his mouth from her breast, he straightened up. Lisa mumbled her disapproval, and he chuckled. “And to think anda led me to believe anda didn’t like all the komen-komen I made about your twins,” he murmured, directing her back towards the meja behind her.
Lisa rolled her eyes but allowed him to help her up onto the desk. Once settled onto the shiny top, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. Locking her eyes with his, she slowly slid it off and tossed it across the room in one smooth motion.
Moving to stand between her legs, the corner of his mouth pulled up on a lusty smirk. Cupping her face in his palms, he brought her lips to his in a long sensuous kiss. “Mmmmm,” he murmured as her tongue slipped into his mouth. Pulling out of kiss, House once again began making his way down towards her breasts. As the first of her bare nipples touched his tongue, his hard on went from half mast to fully at attention. Mouthing the tasty nub a few moments, he hastily moved to the other to give it the same attention. Rolling the rosy pucker flesh between his teeth he felt Lisa tremble against him. He reveled in the fact that he could make her body react the way it did. He loved making her squirm and moan in need, he reveled in the fact that the simple act of touching her made her crave him. As the thoughts and imej made their way around his aroused brain, the sudden and urgent need to be inside her overwhelmed him. Foreplay was over; he needed to feel her around him, hear her call out his name as he moved inside of her.
Continuing to work the nipple between his lips, he dropped his hands to the waistband of her jeans. Dragging his fingertip along the soft flesh just atop of her pants, he worked his way from her hips to the button just below her bellybutton. After working the brass closure though the soft denim he hastily pulled at the zipper. Throwing her head back, Lisa groaned and reclined back on her elbows as he slipped his hand into her panties.
Sliding his fingers over the soft curls at the apex of her sex, he nuzzled his middle finger between her outer lips. Briefly circling her clit he quickly moved forward, gliding his middle finger quickly into her canal. Though she had protested when he had tunjuk so little attention to her clit, Lisa now sighed and pushed her pelvis towards him sinking herself lebih fully onto his finger. Making sure to keep his mouth working the nipple in his mouth, he lifted his eyes to look up at her face as she moved against the digit he had inserted. “God you’re beautiful,” he confessed softly against her flesh. Keeping her eyes closed, a smiled spread across her face at the comment. House stared at her for a moment as she worked hips against his hand. He enjoyed watching her as she working her way towards an orgasm. She seemed to be glowing; her eyes closed tightly, her parted lips to taking in shaky breaths as she concentrated on the sensation building between her legs. Thrusting his finger deeper a few times, he then sent his index finger in to sertai his middle. She let out a moan as now two of his finger worked inside of her. Licking her lip, she lifted her eyelashes and looked down at him. As her slate blue eyes locked with his he found them brimming with want and begged for release. The intensity of her stare caused him to moan her name around the nipple in his mouth.
Curling his fingers inside of her, he searched for her g-spot. There were two things that his years of studying the human body had provided him. One was the ability to diagnose it when it wasn’t working correctly, the other was this. She stiffed against him and he smiled. Yep, becoming a Doctor had definite benefits outside of the hospital he smirked to himself as he moved his mouth to her other breast.
Sliding his middle finger in tiny circles around spot he had located on the dinding of her vagina, he felt her tremble slightly as her fluids leak out of her opening and down his hand. She was ready for him now. Lifting his head from her breasts, he moved up to Ciuman her as he slipped his fingers out of her. She growled and bit down on his bottom lip. “Hey now,” he whispered against her mouth as he worked her panties and jeans off, “I’m not planning on leaving anda high and dry, I just figured you’d prefer something bigger and better,” he leered down at her, pushing his hard on against her wet center.
Reaching down for his belt, Lisa yanked impatiently at the leather. “Well then get to it already,” she commanded through a sexy smile. The look made his cock twitch. He needed her, and now. Ciuman her roughly, he hastily extracted a condom from his wallet before pushing at his clothing until his penis bounced free of his underwear. Not caring that he hadn’t actually removed his pants, he grabbed himself, rolled the condom quickly over his shaft and positioned his tip in the entrance of her opening, but just before for thrusting into her, he paused. Gazing down at her beautiful face he felt to odd feeling that had been pledging him for weeks wash over him. Taking deep breath, he instinctively leaned down and kissed her sweetly before…
*You are the dancing queen, Young and sweet, only seventeen. Dancing queen, feel the beat from the tambourine, oh yeah…*
Grunting as his mind reeled back to the present, House glanced down at the cell Singing Wilson’s ring tone from the clip on his belt. Pushing the button to send the call to his voice mail, he blew out a long breath. ‘Damn it Wilson’ he thought, shifted uncomfortably in Cuddy’s chair as he tried to find a position that would relieve the pressure against the hard on in his pants. This was the saat time today that Wilson had interpreted this particular memory. Taking a few calming breaths, House tried to recapture the memory. ‘God that had time been hot,’ he recalled letting out a sigh. Grunting a bit, he glanced down at the bulge in his pants then over at the bathroom to his left. Maybe he could just…he considered, but once again the sound of Abba filled the room. Yanking the phone off his belt, he flipped it open. “Yeah,” he grunted, feeling his erection begin to deflate.
“Um, I have your dinner, but you’re not in your office and your team hasn’t seen you,” Wilson stated suspiciously.
House rolled his eyes. “I’m in the lab. I’ll be up in a minute,” he lied pushing away from Cuddy’s meja and closing the phone without another word. Grazing his fingers briefly over the shinning wood of the desk, he let a long breath out through his nose. Giving it one last look, he suddenly stood and moved towards the door.
Pausing only long enough to lock the office behind him, House turned marched through the double doors of the outer office. Turning towards exit of the clinic, he stopped short when he spotted Wilson staring him with a knowing look on his face. Glancing down at the floor and swallowing hard, House put on his game face. Limping quickly past Wilson, he headed directly for the elevators.
“Uh, House,” Wilson called out after him. “You do know that Cuddy’s office ISN’T the lab right?” he asked sarcastically, stopping seterusnya to him.
It was moments like this that House really missed his mobility. If he weren’t missing huge hunk of leg muscle he could maybe run away atau at least dash up the stairs, but instead he was stuck here waiting for the damn elevator. “Yeah I guess I lied,” he confessed, keeping his voice neutral as he pushed the call button impatiently.
Wilson raised an eyebrow. “You sneak into Cuddy’s office all the time. Why lie about it this time?” he asked, moving the bag of Makanan he was carrying from one arm to the other.
Much to House’s relief, the loceng chimed and the door to the elevator slid open. “I didn’t want anda to call and tell mommy on me and ruin my surprise,” House replied flippantly as he stepped into the awaiting car.
Stepping in after him, Wilson shook his head at him. “What surprise?” he asked, his voice clearly indicating that he didn’t believe a word coming from his mouth.
Staring up at the floor counter, House shrugged. “I erased all her appointments for seterusnya week. That the nice part about her not having a secretary, she’s gone to keeping her calendar on her meja top, which of course is an open invite for sabotage” he lied.
The doors to the elevator opened, and both men stepped out. House limped towards his office trying not to notice the complete look of disbelief on James’ face. Pushing though the glass door with his name on it, he hobbled quickly towards his desk.
Following close behind, Wilson stopped at the meja and set down the bag of food. Unbuttoning his coat, he stared at House as he rummaged though one of his meja drawers. “You know I don’t buy that pile of horse pucky right?” he asked tossing his kot and scarf towards the cream colored chair in the corner.
Finally locating the monster truck DVD in the saat drawer, House shuffled over to the TV in the corner and turn it on. “You don’t have to believe me, but then again if anda really do want that new MRI for Oncology anda might want to remind her about that budget meeting your have with the board about it on Tuesday,” he stated, putting the DVD into the player.
Raising an eyebrow, Wilson considered him for a moment. “No,” he finally concluded after a few seconds, “You weren’t in there to mess with her stuff. anda wanted to see the meja didn’t you?” he asked knowingly.
Not giving him the benefit of even a glance, House reached for the bag on his meja and began unloading the styrofoam containers filled with food.
“Ah ha!” Wilson rejoiced at his silence. “I knew it. anda snuck in to see it! What anda didn’t even bother to be there when the movers brought it in yesterday?” he asked as House opened the lid of his Makanan and began shoving fries into his mouth.
Chewing House looked up at him. He really didn’t want to talk about this again. Why couldn’t he just let it go? It wasn’t like if he did have a relationship with Cuddy Wilson would benefit from it. “I was just screwing with her schedule,” House reiterated his sebelumnya lie as he reached for a one of cups he had unpacked earlier.
“Bullshit House,” Wilson stated in factually. “You know, I just do NOT understand your complete refusal to own up to how anda feel about that woman. God…she’s beautiful, sexy, smart and for some mind-boggling reason, likes you. Why do anda refuse to acknowledge that?” he demanded.
Sipping on his shake, House worked hard to keep his reactions guarded, but the truth was he was surprised. She still liked him? With his antics over the past few days, especially yesterday when he had grab her breast when she had tried to discuss the subject of them, he’d figured she’d telah diberi up on the notion of them as a couple. Hell he wasn’t sure there was anything lebih than just sexual tention between them anyway, but Wilson, who had, had coffee with her and came back to nag him about it the hooker, now berkata she liked him. His thoughts ran in circles as he tried to process the information.
“House!”
House looked up at him, but just as he was about to speak Thirteen came through his door a scan film in her hand. Following closely in her heels was Taub and Kutner. “Kimberly’s kidneys are failing, she has blood in the urine,” she stated, marching over to his light board and slapping the film on it. Turning on the light ,the MRI image of the woman’s lower abdomen lit up. “And her BP is now through the roof,” she added, stepping back to stare at the scan.
Immensely thankful for the interruption, House turned his full attention to new puzzle piece on the light board. “Looks clean,” he mumbled, turning to his dry erase board and wrote increasing BP on one line and then kidney failure just below it.
“All of our scans have been clean, but she still has kidney failure, her rash is getting worse and now her BP is threateninb a hati, tengah-tengah attack,” Kutner stated.
“Wow, that was really helpful,” House snapped sarcastically as he moved to pick up the hamburger that was growing cold on his desk. “So, ideas. What causes, fever, rash, headache, high BP and kidney failure?” he asked taking a big bite of his burger and staring at his team.
“Primary biliary cirrhosis,” Taub suggested.
Thirteen shook her head, “No primary bilary cirrhosis presents with liver failure not kidney failure,” she argued.
“How about Dengue Hemorrhagic Fever? Accounts for the elevated BP, rash, and fever,” Kutner offered carefully, eyeing House.
Taking another bite of his sandwich, House considered the thought. “I considered that earlier, but her blood pressure would be falling if it were Dengue fever, not going up,” he rebutted.
Thirteen raised and finger in thought. “What if rash isn’t a rash at all. What if bruising? She never berkata it itched and the spots aren’t raised, we just assumed it was a rash from the pattern, but what if its not a rash but bruising. If it is it could be Thrombotic thrombocytopenic purpura. TTP would explain all the symptoms,” she stated looked to each of them for their thoughts.
House chewed and swallowed. “If you’re right and it’s bruising, then it’s TTP and we can start her on prednisolone and immunosuppressants,” he berkata standing up. “Let’s go biopsy the rash and check her blood for the enzyme ADAMTS13 to confirm,” he stated, picking up his burger in one hand and cane in the other, he headed for the door.
Thirteen, Taub and Kutner all looked at each other. “You’re coming to…help us?” Taub asked in disbelief.
“Yeah, you’re going to see a patient House?” Wilson asked suspiciously, looking at his friend in disbelief.
House stopped short of the door and looked back at them. “I want to see for myself if this bruising atau just a gnarly rash,” he dismissed, motioning for his team to exit before him.
Wilson stared at House as the team filed out into the hall. “House, anda never see patients except to harass them into some sort of confession that will fit your diagnosis. You’re just avoiding the conversation about…you know who,” he accused, careful not to drop Cuddy’s name in the presents of House’s underlings.
Eyeing his friend for a moment, House couldn’t help but smile; of course he was avoiding, that’s what he did best. ‘You’d think you’d know that sejak now Jimmy,’ he thought to himself. Shoving the last bite of his burger into his mouth, House simply gave Wilson a shrug and followed his team through the door.