I Really Don't Like You
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G through L › House
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,732
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Part Four
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I Really Don't Like You
a fan-fiction story about House
Part Four
She lifted her hips. He hooked his fingers into the sides of the black lace panties she’d bought earlier in the day – she’d bought a matching set just so he would see it – and slid them down her hips.
His eyes went wide.
“Do you like it?” She was trying to sound coquettish, but to her ears it was too breathy, too tentative.
“I… uh…” He dropped the panties onto the floor before stroking the smoothness between her legs with the back of one curled finger. “I… why?”
“I thought it would be nice. Different.” She kept her left knee bent, as she often did; his hand traveled down her right thigh, held her behind the knee. “Is it bad?”
“Oh, no, no, it’s not bad at all.” He ran his fingers back up, the top of her thighs like silk below where they met her body. She shivered and propped herself up on her elbows. It wasn’t a flattering pose, and she knew that full well, but at this point she knew he didn’t care. “It’s just… why?”
“You’re so attentive,” she said. “So willing. I wanted to make it easier for you.”
“I didn’t mind before. I don’t think I ever gave any… any indication…”
“I know you didn’t.” She reached up with one hand to touch his cheek. “But honestly, it was getting out of hand.” She looked down at the curls around his cock. “Plus, you’re so well-groomed you have to have paid at least some attention.”
“What?” He saw where she was looking and blushed. “Oh, no, no, I don’t… no.”
She rolled onto her side so she could touch him, stroke him; his head grew wet when her hand rubbed it. “Must be good genes, I guess.”
“Must be.” He moved out of reach, onto his knees; in the mirror atop her dresser, she could see his ass as he leaned down, kissed his way down her neck and in the valley between her breasts.
She allowed him to lay her onto her back. She wasn’t at all disappointed when his kisses found the soft spot on the side of her stomach that made her wet, made her heart race.
His lips found the bare, sensitive skin that hadn’t seen the light of day since she was 13. Then they found what was below it, tongue parting her lips, delving deeply into her, and she moaned low in her throat.
“Is it better?” she managed to ask.
He looked up and gave that worried grin she found so endearing. “It’s… it’s different.” He swiped at her clit with his tongue, and she sighed. “Easier to see.” He nipped at one of her lips, and she almost squealed. “Not bad. Was it difficult?”
It was more difficult for her to answer than it had been to get it done when he had his mouth on her, two fingers seeking and finding the rough place inside her that made her clench on him, her ass coming up off the bed. His hand went under her, holding her up as he curled his tongue around her clit and scissored his fingers and she cried out as she pressed against him, coming hard, squelching around his hand as she writhed.
When she was able to focus again, he was on top of her, stomach between her thighs, chin between her breasts. His chin and lips were glistening. “You’re the first woman I’ve ever known that ejaculates.”
“When you say it, it just sounds clinical.”
“Was I supposed to be romantic about it?”
She smiled, her head to the side, a bead of sweat dripping across her hairline. “You’re supposed to be inside me,” she told him.
“Yes.” He shook his head a moment. “Oh, yes. Right.”
In a moment, he was inside her to the hilt, his hairs tickling where she had none. The sensation was so surprising that she arched, and when his head hit that spot, she came again, black stars exploding in her eyes as he rocked his hips, rubbing it over and over until she started clawing at his arms, feeling the sheets under her get wetter and wetter.
And she didn’t care.
“What about me?”
Cameron stared across the desk at House, who had his feet up, the PSP given to him by an autistic patient making distressingly-realistic explosive sounds in his hands.
“What about you?” He didn’t look up. “You, Cameron, are getting laid.”
Her heart jumped into her throat; she barely managed not to swallow too hard. House was an excellent observer of human behavior, and he’d know instantly that he was right.
Oh, the hell with it. “What does it matter to you?”
“I think the better question is, what does it matter to Chase?”
“It doesn’t. I’m not sleeping with Chase.”
“I know. If you were, he’d still have that smug smirk he got when he looked at you, instead of the kicked puppy expression he has now.”
She shook her head. “So we had a relationship. We’re colleagues. It’s not affecting our work.”
“Not yours, anyway. You’re getting your itch scratched.” Now he paused his game and folded his hands across his stomach. “Look, it doesn’t matter whose plow is furrowing you—“
“That has got to be the stupidest thing you’ve ever said.”
“Not by a longshot.” House gave her what passed for a smile. Cameron was sure he thought it was. “I don’t care who’s sleeping with you. I’m glad you’re being discreet. Keep being discreet; I need Chase’s mind on things, and if he’s thinking about who’s seeing you naked instead of him, he’s not thinking about his job.”
“Fine. I won’t tell him.”
“Good.” He got that look, the one she hates, the one that, years ago, she couldn’t resist. “So who is it?”
Cameron made a dark sound, half a snort, half a laugh, all disbelief. “If I tell you – which I never will, by the way – you’ll just find a way to use it against him.”
“So I’ll just tell him you’re doing Foreman.”
“Go ahead. He’ll know you’re full of it.”
“I am, aren’t I?” House got to his feet. “I’m going to go get rid of some of it. Go down to Montgomery’s office, tell her the woman has an infection, and when we figure out which one, we’ll let her know.”
He limped past her and out of the office, then to the left, where the bathrooms were.
He wasn’t usually that crass. There was something up. Maybe he knew she was seeing Julie.
“You seem to know a lot of things other people don’t,” House said. He’d barged into Addison’s office without knocking, as usual. “Who’s Cameron sleeping with?”
Addison took off her glasses and looked up from her laptop. “She’s one of yours. It’s not my job to know.”
“Oh, come on,” he said, pushing the door shut with his cane. “You come from Seattle Grace, the hospital of sex, second only to Cook County General’s drug lock-up of love. You can smell it a mile away when someone’s getting worked over.”
She thought about putting the arm of her glasses between her teeth, as if to look like she was seriously considering the idea, but House wasn’t worth that kind of deception. “I’ve been here for all of three weeks. I don’t know what everyone smells like yet. Give me another month or two.”
“Touche.” House came around the desk, but slowly enough that Addison could minimize her e-mail off the screen. “Oh, how nice.” The desktop background was a pile of puppies, Golden Labs. “I had a dog once. His name was Hector.”
“What happened to him?”
“He was Wilson’s. I gave him back. Little bastard was more manipulative than I was.”
“Imagine that.” Addison turned her chair so she was facing him. He was wearing another one of those ridiculous old band t-shirts under his jacket. “What do you want? I’m busy.”
“No you’re not. You’re killing time, you’re worrying. You’re wondering if my reputation is deserved. You want to know if I’m going to figure out what’s wrong with your patient.”
“Maybe I was thinking about the absolutely fantastic sex we had this morning before I went back to my apartment to change.”
He took a deep breath. “No, you’re not.”
“You can’t smell pheromones, House.”
“Maybe I can.” He turned and went toward the door, stopping with his hand on the polished brass knob. It almost looked like he was caressing it, like he – she shook her head and tried to put the thought out of it. “By the way…?”
“Yes?”
Now he favored her with that grin that was just this side of a sneer. “I know what she’s got.”
He left the office, left her frustrated.
“I really, really don’t like you.”
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I Really Don't Like You
a fan-fiction story about House
Part Four
She lifted her hips. He hooked his fingers into the sides of the black lace panties she’d bought earlier in the day – she’d bought a matching set just so he would see it – and slid them down her hips.
His eyes went wide.
“Do you like it?” She was trying to sound coquettish, but to her ears it was too breathy, too tentative.
“I… uh…” He dropped the panties onto the floor before stroking the smoothness between her legs with the back of one curled finger. “I… why?”
“I thought it would be nice. Different.” She kept her left knee bent, as she often did; his hand traveled down her right thigh, held her behind the knee. “Is it bad?”
“Oh, no, no, it’s not bad at all.” He ran his fingers back up, the top of her thighs like silk below where they met her body. She shivered and propped herself up on her elbows. It wasn’t a flattering pose, and she knew that full well, but at this point she knew he didn’t care. “It’s just… why?”
“You’re so attentive,” she said. “So willing. I wanted to make it easier for you.”
“I didn’t mind before. I don’t think I ever gave any… any indication…”
“I know you didn’t.” She reached up with one hand to touch his cheek. “But honestly, it was getting out of hand.” She looked down at the curls around his cock. “Plus, you’re so well-groomed you have to have paid at least some attention.”
“What?” He saw where she was looking and blushed. “Oh, no, no, I don’t… no.”
She rolled onto her side so she could touch him, stroke him; his head grew wet when her hand rubbed it. “Must be good genes, I guess.”
“Must be.” He moved out of reach, onto his knees; in the mirror atop her dresser, she could see his ass as he leaned down, kissed his way down her neck and in the valley between her breasts.
She allowed him to lay her onto her back. She wasn’t at all disappointed when his kisses found the soft spot on the side of her stomach that made her wet, made her heart race.
His lips found the bare, sensitive skin that hadn’t seen the light of day since she was 13. Then they found what was below it, tongue parting her lips, delving deeply into her, and she moaned low in her throat.
“Is it better?” she managed to ask.
He looked up and gave that worried grin she found so endearing. “It’s… it’s different.” He swiped at her clit with his tongue, and she sighed. “Easier to see.” He nipped at one of her lips, and she almost squealed. “Not bad. Was it difficult?”
It was more difficult for her to answer than it had been to get it done when he had his mouth on her, two fingers seeking and finding the rough place inside her that made her clench on him, her ass coming up off the bed. His hand went under her, holding her up as he curled his tongue around her clit and scissored his fingers and she cried out as she pressed against him, coming hard, squelching around his hand as she writhed.
When she was able to focus again, he was on top of her, stomach between her thighs, chin between her breasts. His chin and lips were glistening. “You’re the first woman I’ve ever known that ejaculates.”
“When you say it, it just sounds clinical.”
“Was I supposed to be romantic about it?”
She smiled, her head to the side, a bead of sweat dripping across her hairline. “You’re supposed to be inside me,” she told him.
“Yes.” He shook his head a moment. “Oh, yes. Right.”
In a moment, he was inside her to the hilt, his hairs tickling where she had none. The sensation was so surprising that she arched, and when his head hit that spot, she came again, black stars exploding in her eyes as he rocked his hips, rubbing it over and over until she started clawing at his arms, feeling the sheets under her get wetter and wetter.
And she didn’t care.
“What about me?”
Cameron stared across the desk at House, who had his feet up, the PSP given to him by an autistic patient making distressingly-realistic explosive sounds in his hands.
“What about you?” He didn’t look up. “You, Cameron, are getting laid.”
Her heart jumped into her throat; she barely managed not to swallow too hard. House was an excellent observer of human behavior, and he’d know instantly that he was right.
Oh, the hell with it. “What does it matter to you?”
“I think the better question is, what does it matter to Chase?”
“It doesn’t. I’m not sleeping with Chase.”
“I know. If you were, he’d still have that smug smirk he got when he looked at you, instead of the kicked puppy expression he has now.”
She shook her head. “So we had a relationship. We’re colleagues. It’s not affecting our work.”
“Not yours, anyway. You’re getting your itch scratched.” Now he paused his game and folded his hands across his stomach. “Look, it doesn’t matter whose plow is furrowing you—“
“That has got to be the stupidest thing you’ve ever said.”
“Not by a longshot.” House gave her what passed for a smile. Cameron was sure he thought it was. “I don’t care who’s sleeping with you. I’m glad you’re being discreet. Keep being discreet; I need Chase’s mind on things, and if he’s thinking about who’s seeing you naked instead of him, he’s not thinking about his job.”
“Fine. I won’t tell him.”
“Good.” He got that look, the one she hates, the one that, years ago, she couldn’t resist. “So who is it?”
Cameron made a dark sound, half a snort, half a laugh, all disbelief. “If I tell you – which I never will, by the way – you’ll just find a way to use it against him.”
“So I’ll just tell him you’re doing Foreman.”
“Go ahead. He’ll know you’re full of it.”
“I am, aren’t I?” House got to his feet. “I’m going to go get rid of some of it. Go down to Montgomery’s office, tell her the woman has an infection, and when we figure out which one, we’ll let her know.”
He limped past her and out of the office, then to the left, where the bathrooms were.
He wasn’t usually that crass. There was something up. Maybe he knew she was seeing Julie.
“You seem to know a lot of things other people don’t,” House said. He’d barged into Addison’s office without knocking, as usual. “Who’s Cameron sleeping with?”
Addison took off her glasses and looked up from her laptop. “She’s one of yours. It’s not my job to know.”
“Oh, come on,” he said, pushing the door shut with his cane. “You come from Seattle Grace, the hospital of sex, second only to Cook County General’s drug lock-up of love. You can smell it a mile away when someone’s getting worked over.”
She thought about putting the arm of her glasses between her teeth, as if to look like she was seriously considering the idea, but House wasn’t worth that kind of deception. “I’ve been here for all of three weeks. I don’t know what everyone smells like yet. Give me another month or two.”
“Touche.” House came around the desk, but slowly enough that Addison could minimize her e-mail off the screen. “Oh, how nice.” The desktop background was a pile of puppies, Golden Labs. “I had a dog once. His name was Hector.”
“What happened to him?”
“He was Wilson’s. I gave him back. Little bastard was more manipulative than I was.”
“Imagine that.” Addison turned her chair so she was facing him. He was wearing another one of those ridiculous old band t-shirts under his jacket. “What do you want? I’m busy.”
“No you’re not. You’re killing time, you’re worrying. You’re wondering if my reputation is deserved. You want to know if I’m going to figure out what’s wrong with your patient.”
“Maybe I was thinking about the absolutely fantastic sex we had this morning before I went back to my apartment to change.”
He took a deep breath. “No, you’re not.”
“You can’t smell pheromones, House.”
“Maybe I can.” He turned and went toward the door, stopping with his hand on the polished brass knob. It almost looked like he was caressing it, like he – she shook her head and tried to put the thought out of it. “By the way…?”
“Yes?”
Now he favored her with that grin that was just this side of a sneer. “I know what she’s got.”
He left the office, left her frustrated.
“I really, really don’t like you.”
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