I Really Don't Like You
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G through L › House
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,731
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the television series that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Part Three
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I Really Don't Like You
a fan-fiction story about House
Part Three
She looked up, lipstick smeared, eyes wide and a little teary. Her hand went around the base of his cock and she slowly drew it out of her mouth, a bit of his come leaking out the corner of her lips. “Quid pro quo,” she said thickly, then swallowed hard.
“Quid pro quo indeed.” His voice wasn’t all that different.
Every time they were together, she expected him to be like other men – like Mark, Derek, even like Alex. But he was unlike anyone she’d ever slept with. “It was worth it,” she told him, scooting upward so his balls lay heavy and warm on her breasts. His spent cock was almost flat against his body. “Just don’t expect me to swallow again until you start eating more fruit.”
“Fair enough. Don’t expect me to eat more fruit until you do a little landscaping.”
“You mean clear-cutting, don’t you.”
“Ugh. No.”
Her eyebrows lifted, blue-green eyes bright and still a little shining – before he’d come, she’d gone down too far and gagged, tears flooding her eyes. “The only time I’ve ever heard someone say that, they wanted me to shave.”
“I’m going to eat you out, not do surgery on you. Just clean up a bit on the sides and thin the top. Makes it easier for me to breathe, especially since you’re going to have to be on top most of the time.”
“Fair enough.” She ran her tongue over her teeth, then leaned down to kiss his shaft. “Again?”
Now he laughed. “Not for a while. I’m not as young as I used to be.”
“That’s bullshit and you know it.” She kissed him again. He twitched, but didn’t rise.
“You go ahead. I’ll just relax.”
“And watch, I’ll bet.”
“If you want me to.”
“I wouldn’t think you do anything you don’t want to do.”
“Usually.” He gave her one of those rare smiles, the ones he reserved for people he respected. “But you just gave me what I can only call amazing head. I’m feeling generous.”
She drew herself up his body, nipples getting hard as they dragged across his chest. She kissed him, then moved to the side, one leg bent, hand drifting idly down between her legs. “You don’t mind that I’ll be thinking about fucking you again?”
“Not really.”
Cameron dropped into one of the cushy chairs in Julie’s office.
“That bad, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“You don’t have to take it so hard, Allie,” she said. “Just because he shoots down all your theories doesn’t mean he doesn’t appreciate you.”
“I know.” Cameron put her feet on the low wooden table, making sure her heels were on a magazine. Julie hated when she put her shoes directly onto the furniture. “It’s just… after all this time, you’d think he’d get over himself?”
Julie’s wheelchair motor hummed softly as she rolled to Cameron. She cupped the other woman’s cheek with one long-fingered hand. “It’s okay, honey,” she said, smiling as Cameron closed her eyes and leaned into her palm. “I appreciate you.”
“I know.” Cameron put her hand over Julie’s. “He’s just so damn frustrating!”
“Need some help with that?”
Cameron opened one eye halfway. “Did you wait here just for me?”
“I didn’t mind. I had a load of paperwork.”
“Oh… Julie…”
But Julie couldn’t lean close enough to Cameron, not if Cameron didn’t meet her halfway. As always, though, it was worth it for one of Julie’s kisses.
“Do we have enough room here?”
“We’ll make do.”
“Julie… Julie, we’ve only ever had sex in your bed.”
Julie gave Cameron a sly smile. “Honey, I’ve been in a chair since I was seven. I got laid on prom night in the back of a Buick. We’ll manage.” She let her hand drift downward, just able to reach Cameron’s left breast; her nipple hardened in Julie’s palm. Since they’d started dating – or, more precisely, sleeping together, since they hadn’t been on any actual dates – Cameron had been wearing lighter clothes. Julie had a way of touching her, and she wanted to make it easier to feel that.
When Cameron sighed, letting her head roll back, Julie knew she had her. “Help me onto the floor,” she said, her voice low and dripping. “I’ll do the rest.”
“It looks like you and House have something in common after all.”
Addison crossed her legs; Cuddy was momentarily envious that she never looked that good in a knee-length skirt. “What’s that?”
Cuddy fiddled with some papers on her desk. “He bitches about clinic hours too.”
“Oh, right. That.”
“It’s part of the contract,” she told Addison. “Every physician, resident and above, does four clinic hours two days per week. You’ve been blowing me off.”
Addison chuckled.
“What?”
She realized that had been out loud, and quickly schooled her face. “Nothing. Sorry.” A breath. “Look, Dr. Cuddy—“
“Lisa.”
“Okay. Lisa. It’s not that I mind working in a clinic. It’s that I don’t really have the time to do it. Not now, not with Dina here.”
“House manages to do it even when he’s got patients with diseases I’ve never heard of. I think you can manage it too.”
Addison’s fingers tightened on the armrests of the chair. “Give me another week. Please. She came all this way for me and for House. Just let me fix her.”
Cuddy wasn’t much for budging, but there was something in Addison’s eyes.
“Fine. Next week you do three shifts.”
“Fine.” She uncrossed her legs. “Anything else?”
“Just that House is going to piss you off when he gets the case. You’re going to hate him. You’ll probably curse his name.”
“It seems likely,” Addison said, mostly to herself.
“But he’s really the best there is. Let it roll off, let him work his process, and when it’s over, you can put his face on a dartboard or whatever it is you do.”
She smiled. “I’ll keep it in mind.”
“Any last-minute tips?” Addison asked out of the corner of her mouth.
“He doesn’t have super-hearing,” Chase said. “You can talk.”
Cameron gave him a halfhearted dirty look. “Don’t mention lupus. It’s never lupus.”
“No lupus. Got it.”
House was on the other side of the glass partition between his office and the conference room. Addison was quietly happy that her own office didn’t have a huge transparent wall anywhere in or around it, although she did envy House the balcony he shared with the oncologist… Wilson, that was his name. He was tossing a brightly-colored ball with one hand, bouncing it off the wall.
Chase glanced at Cameron, then made a motion with his head toward Addison.
Cameron figured out quickly that Addison wasn’t just staring into the middle distance.
“You’re kidding,” Cameron mouthed.
Chase just shrugged.
Addison and Cameron were waiting for the elevator when the immunologist couldn’t hold it in anymore. “You were staring at him.”
“At who? Chase?”
Cameron laughed. There was some derision in it, but not much. “No, not Chase. House.”
The elevator bell pinged. The two doctors got on and Cameron hit the button for the lab floor. “Why would I stare at House? I don’t even like him.”
“Maybe you don’t like him,” Cameron said, taking off her glasses, “but you think he’s attractive.”
“To be perfectly frank, Dr. Cameron, I also think you’re attractive, but I don’t stare at you.”
Addison had the pleasure of seeing Cameron struck speechless, starting and then stopping twice before giving up.
“Oh, don’t worry, I’m not going to ask you out or try to kiss you. I was just making a point.”
The elevator doors opened and Addison stepped out onto the floor.
She looked over her shoulder. “You coming?”
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I Really Don't Like You
a fan-fiction story about House
Part Three
She looked up, lipstick smeared, eyes wide and a little teary. Her hand went around the base of his cock and she slowly drew it out of her mouth, a bit of his come leaking out the corner of her lips. “Quid pro quo,” she said thickly, then swallowed hard.
“Quid pro quo indeed.” His voice wasn’t all that different.
Every time they were together, she expected him to be like other men – like Mark, Derek, even like Alex. But he was unlike anyone she’d ever slept with. “It was worth it,” she told him, scooting upward so his balls lay heavy and warm on her breasts. His spent cock was almost flat against his body. “Just don’t expect me to swallow again until you start eating more fruit.”
“Fair enough. Don’t expect me to eat more fruit until you do a little landscaping.”
“You mean clear-cutting, don’t you.”
“Ugh. No.”
Her eyebrows lifted, blue-green eyes bright and still a little shining – before he’d come, she’d gone down too far and gagged, tears flooding her eyes. “The only time I’ve ever heard someone say that, they wanted me to shave.”
“I’m going to eat you out, not do surgery on you. Just clean up a bit on the sides and thin the top. Makes it easier for me to breathe, especially since you’re going to have to be on top most of the time.”
“Fair enough.” She ran her tongue over her teeth, then leaned down to kiss his shaft. “Again?”
Now he laughed. “Not for a while. I’m not as young as I used to be.”
“That’s bullshit and you know it.” She kissed him again. He twitched, but didn’t rise.
“You go ahead. I’ll just relax.”
“And watch, I’ll bet.”
“If you want me to.”
“I wouldn’t think you do anything you don’t want to do.”
“Usually.” He gave her one of those rare smiles, the ones he reserved for people he respected. “But you just gave me what I can only call amazing head. I’m feeling generous.”
She drew herself up his body, nipples getting hard as they dragged across his chest. She kissed him, then moved to the side, one leg bent, hand drifting idly down between her legs. “You don’t mind that I’ll be thinking about fucking you again?”
“Not really.”
Cameron dropped into one of the cushy chairs in Julie’s office.
“That bad, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“You don’t have to take it so hard, Allie,” she said. “Just because he shoots down all your theories doesn’t mean he doesn’t appreciate you.”
“I know.” Cameron put her feet on the low wooden table, making sure her heels were on a magazine. Julie hated when she put her shoes directly onto the furniture. “It’s just… after all this time, you’d think he’d get over himself?”
Julie’s wheelchair motor hummed softly as she rolled to Cameron. She cupped the other woman’s cheek with one long-fingered hand. “It’s okay, honey,” she said, smiling as Cameron closed her eyes and leaned into her palm. “I appreciate you.”
“I know.” Cameron put her hand over Julie’s. “He’s just so damn frustrating!”
“Need some help with that?”
Cameron opened one eye halfway. “Did you wait here just for me?”
“I didn’t mind. I had a load of paperwork.”
“Oh… Julie…”
But Julie couldn’t lean close enough to Cameron, not if Cameron didn’t meet her halfway. As always, though, it was worth it for one of Julie’s kisses.
“Do we have enough room here?”
“We’ll make do.”
“Julie… Julie, we’ve only ever had sex in your bed.”
Julie gave Cameron a sly smile. “Honey, I’ve been in a chair since I was seven. I got laid on prom night in the back of a Buick. We’ll manage.” She let her hand drift downward, just able to reach Cameron’s left breast; her nipple hardened in Julie’s palm. Since they’d started dating – or, more precisely, sleeping together, since they hadn’t been on any actual dates – Cameron had been wearing lighter clothes. Julie had a way of touching her, and she wanted to make it easier to feel that.
When Cameron sighed, letting her head roll back, Julie knew she had her. “Help me onto the floor,” she said, her voice low and dripping. “I’ll do the rest.”
“It looks like you and House have something in common after all.”
Addison crossed her legs; Cuddy was momentarily envious that she never looked that good in a knee-length skirt. “What’s that?”
Cuddy fiddled with some papers on her desk. “He bitches about clinic hours too.”
“Oh, right. That.”
“It’s part of the contract,” she told Addison. “Every physician, resident and above, does four clinic hours two days per week. You’ve been blowing me off.”
Addison chuckled.
“What?”
She realized that had been out loud, and quickly schooled her face. “Nothing. Sorry.” A breath. “Look, Dr. Cuddy—“
“Lisa.”
“Okay. Lisa. It’s not that I mind working in a clinic. It’s that I don’t really have the time to do it. Not now, not with Dina here.”
“House manages to do it even when he’s got patients with diseases I’ve never heard of. I think you can manage it too.”
Addison’s fingers tightened on the armrests of the chair. “Give me another week. Please. She came all this way for me and for House. Just let me fix her.”
Cuddy wasn’t much for budging, but there was something in Addison’s eyes.
“Fine. Next week you do three shifts.”
“Fine.” She uncrossed her legs. “Anything else?”
“Just that House is going to piss you off when he gets the case. You’re going to hate him. You’ll probably curse his name.”
“It seems likely,” Addison said, mostly to herself.
“But he’s really the best there is. Let it roll off, let him work his process, and when it’s over, you can put his face on a dartboard or whatever it is you do.”
She smiled. “I’ll keep it in mind.”
“Any last-minute tips?” Addison asked out of the corner of her mouth.
“He doesn’t have super-hearing,” Chase said. “You can talk.”
Cameron gave him a halfhearted dirty look. “Don’t mention lupus. It’s never lupus.”
“No lupus. Got it.”
House was on the other side of the glass partition between his office and the conference room. Addison was quietly happy that her own office didn’t have a huge transparent wall anywhere in or around it, although she did envy House the balcony he shared with the oncologist… Wilson, that was his name. He was tossing a brightly-colored ball with one hand, bouncing it off the wall.
Chase glanced at Cameron, then made a motion with his head toward Addison.
Cameron figured out quickly that Addison wasn’t just staring into the middle distance.
“You’re kidding,” Cameron mouthed.
Chase just shrugged.
Addison and Cameron were waiting for the elevator when the immunologist couldn’t hold it in anymore. “You were staring at him.”
“At who? Chase?”
Cameron laughed. There was some derision in it, but not much. “No, not Chase. House.”
The elevator bell pinged. The two doctors got on and Cameron hit the button for the lab floor. “Why would I stare at House? I don’t even like him.”
“Maybe you don’t like him,” Cameron said, taking off her glasses, “but you think he’s attractive.”
“To be perfectly frank, Dr. Cameron, I also think you’re attractive, but I don’t stare at you.”
Addison had the pleasure of seeing Cameron struck speechless, starting and then stopping twice before giving up.
“Oh, don’t worry, I’m not going to ask you out or try to kiss you. I was just making a point.”
The elevator doors opened and Addison stepped out onto the floor.
She looked over her shoulder. “You coming?”
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