A/N well, 'blushes' more smut...'smirk'

Trying to catch his breath and bringing some semblance of control into this evening again House leaned on the table behind him and breathed deeply, eyes screwed shut.

The last few minutes left him speechless, completely and utterly speechless.

Which was a rather rare occurrence for him.

The woman that had just entered his condo and given him the probably, no scratch that she'd definitely given him the best blow job of his life and that included every hooker and girlfriend he'd had before her.

In an attempt to regain his composure he took the glass of single malt from the table behind him and downed it at once.

Nothing like a strong twenty years old scotch to put things into perspective again.

Suddenly feeling slightly insecure in his currently very exposed position he picked up the discarded towel and tied it around his waist again, an irrational move maybe but then the whole evening had started rather irrational.

And he had the feeling it would stay that way.

For a brief moment he wondered what Wilson would say to his current line of thoughts. The well-meaning, caring best friend he was. Wilson had never really approved of his chosen companions for every first Saturday of the month, House still wasn't sure that Wilson even believed that he had this kind of contact on a regular basis.

It was ironic, really. Over the years he'd confused every single one of his acquaintances with his lies and deceptions in a way that it had become impossible even for his best friend to decipher lies from truths.

Everybody lied; he was no difference.

Slowly he made his way to the bedroom using the walls to steady his gait his cane still lying next to the couch where he'd carelessly thrown it earlier.

Upon entering the bedroom he silently thanked every deity his atheistic self didn't believe in that Cheryl had thrown in the towel and he got this alluring brunette instead.

She sat on the edge of the bed, again having this slightly insecure look in her eyes that he'd found so intriguing earlier that night.

God, what was it about this woman that had him feeling like a teenager again? He'd just come very hard in that pretty little mouth of hers and already he felt himself building up for another round.

But first he wanted to explore her.

Gregory House was an insanely curious man and nothing held his attention like a puzzle and he'd just been handed a very complicated one on a silver platter.

The woman currently sitting on the edge of his bed was full of contradictions and he couldn't wait to uncover the reasons for every single one.

She stood up and with a wicked gleam in her eyes sauntered over to him and for a moment he marvelled how she could go from shy and innocent to sexy seductress in so little time.

His thoughts did a one eighty when her fingertips grazed the sensitive skin on his abs and he hissed.

She smirked.

Once again she lazily flicked her fingers and the towel still cowering him fell to the ground.

He caught her wrist in one of his hands and brought her hand to his mouth where he pressed a kiss to her palm.

Her eyes fluttered and closed and it was his turn to smirk.

With a gentle shove he pushed her back onto the bed and soon followed his body covering hers. With renewed fervour he attacked her neck alternatively sucking and liking at the skin earning him an aroused whimper from his bed partner.

Her hands gripped his shoulders and her legs wound around his hips grinding her hot core against his hardness.

His hands weren't idle either and he attempted to divest her of the tight red top that prevented them from being skin to skin. It got tangled in her hair when he had it half way up and she giggled making him scowl. He nimble fingers came up to help him and soon enough he had a pretty amazing view on the two perfect mounds of soft skin that had been hidden underneath.

No bra.

He swallowed hard.

His lips descended on one of the rosy puckered tips and sucked causing her hands to grip his hair.

He grinned against her skin.

His mouth wandered lower, nipping and sucking at the skin while she writhed beneath him. Hands following the trail he reached the hem of the black skirt and pushed it upwards revealing delicious inches of milky white skin. She helped him by popping the button and lowering the zipper and together they slowly slid the soft leather down her thighs.

No panties.

Oh God.

He looked up into blazing green eyes before his mouth descended on her core. With single-minded determination he feasted on her, exploring the soft folds and watched fascinated, as her flesh grew redder with his ministrations.

Giving her one last what he hoped was calming caress he crawled up her body again. Before he had time to contemplate the gleam in her eyes he found himself flipped over and her on top. In her right hand she was holding a little red something he instantly recognized. He watched mesmerized while she ripped it open with her teeth and removed the wrapper. Her tongue darted out and she secured the preservative with her lips.

Wriggling a bit she crawled lower until she was sitting on his thighs.

It occurred to him that she'd obviously been aware of his leg the whole time because she was more than just careful to not put to much pressure on the damaged muscle.

Her right hand gripped his length and slowly lowering her head she…

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Who would have thought, that that was even possible. Slowly, oh so slowly she rolled the condom onto his throbbing length.

With her lips.

He hissed and gritted his teeth. Slowly she crawled up his body again until she was poised above him and with excruciating patience she lowered herself onto his erection until she had taken his whole length at once.

He fought to keep his sanity intact while she started to move above him, setting a fast and very satisfying rhythm. His hands griped her hips and she rolled her hips in response.

Fuck

If he didn't get control of this very fast he would loose it and he wasn't going to come until he'd send her over the edge, screaming.

Gathering every ounce of strength he could find in his body he flipped them back over causing her to shriek in surprise.

He gripped her thigh with one hand and brought her leg higher around his body giving him more leverage to reach even deeper. When she attempted to speed up again his palm landed on her ass with a sounding noise and she moaned at the slight sting it left on her flesh.

His show.

His thrusts grew shallower with each stroke and soon enough he could feel her internal muscles fluttering, gripping him.

He brought his hand to the place where their bodies joined and flicked her clit once. It was enough to send her over the edge and at the feeling of her velvet depths contracting around him he lost it as well. Burying his head in the crock of her neck he followed her, her sweat-covered skin muffling his roar.

His sweating body came to rest above her and only his strong arms holding him up prevented her from being crushed.

For a moment he was tempted to kiss her full, luscious lips but he caught himself just in time, remembering that most woman in her profession had a special set of rules against kissing.

Normally he preferred to avoid that kind of intimacy as well so why this sudden impulse to kiss her?

Not having enough energy to comprehend that problem anymore he pulled out of her and landed on his back next to her.

Silence descended over the room only their still quite heavy breathing could still be heard.

He felt her moving after a while and the mattress raised a few inches when she obviously got up and gathered her clothes.

"Next month again, same time?" she asked, her voice low and rough.

Somehow he knew it would be equal to parachuting only without the parachute if he saw her again but at that moment he couldn't, wouldn't care less. To tempting was the dark haired seductress waiting patiently for his answer.

He did have an addictive personality: vicodin, scotch, women, it didn't matter. When he found something that took his mind of the pain he grasped it with both hands and didn't let go.

Only this was the first time it had happened with a woman, so jumping or not jumping that was the question.

"Yeah." He managed to croak out.

Jumping.

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