Hope or Something Like it (Abandoned Me Pt. 12/??)
Hope or Something Like it (Abandoned Me Pt. 12/??)
Disclaimer: I don't own it, but I'm folding, spindling and mutilating it any way I want to so NAH! Don't make any money from it though.
Rating: R/NC-17
Pairing: Cuddy/House and Cameron/Wilson (eventually)
Spoiler: S4 Finale
AN: Okay, the vast majority said SMUT! So I obliged. It's my first House smut - I think what I found hardest was not getting too explicit to fit it on ff.net. If I had my own House site this would have been more graphic. I also tried to make it meaningful smut... Which is probably not the best idea for those who don't read smut.
A bang like a gunshot echoed through the apartment as the door slammed into the wall as it opened, announcing their arrival home.
Neither of them seemed to notice as they focused on the more important matter of ridding each other of the clothing that was all that was keeping them apart, even as House hooked the door shut with his cane then tossed it away, wanting both hands on Lisa’s curves. Helmets hit the floor with a clatter, jackets slid away and hands slid beneath shirts to caress warm skin. Their mouths never left one another as they breathed each other in hungrily, unable to get enough of what they’d denied for too long.
They stumbled against a wall, limbs tangling in their anxiousness for contact. Pressing his body into hers, he ground himself against her center - feeling her heat even through the denim of her jeans. He growled hungrily and lifted her, intent on using the wall to brace their bodies - forgetting in the passion of the moment about his leg. Only to be rudely reminded as it collapsed beneath them, sending them both tumbling to the floor. A thread of expletives escaped House’s lips; his eyes clenched shut as he slammed his fist against the hardwood.
Up until now, the leg had been an inconvenience. He couldn’t run, couldn’t play Lacrosse - but until now that had seemed livable. He missed the release - the burn, the high of the running. He missed the high of winning in Lacrosse. Lisa had eased that though - he’d found things to replace that loss.
But now…
Now that it had stolen a little of his dignity and more of his manhood - now he hated it with a passion that consumed him.
He could feel her move, waiting for her to get up and walk away. What woman would want that? When he felt her breath against his face and her body over his, he clenched tighter - not wanting to see pity in her eyes.
“Don’t…” Her soft voice caressed his ears at the same moment he felt her curls brush his face. “Greg, please… Look at me…” It had been obvious - as the expressions crossed his face, what he’d been thinking.
“Lisa…” His voice was gruff.
“No…” Her hand caressed his brow. “I’m not leaving…” She leaned down and captured his lips with hers. “Come on… You finally convinced me to put out.”
“I don’t want a pity f…” Greg started to growl, only to feel a possessive angry kiss swallow the word this time. She bit his lip, teeth sharp almost drawing blood as she pulled at it - then her tongue rushed in possessing his mouth. He could feel her hands on his pants, releasing his zipper and pulling them away in a fluid movement as his hips lifted on instinct. Then suddenly she was gone and he ached for her to come back - though he could hear her moving. He opened his eyes, curiosity getting the better of him and looked up to see her in all her glory. All luscious curves and dark curls as she looked down at him, a smirk playing at her lips as she tossed the soft silk and lace of her thong in his face. “There - that one you can keep since you seem to have an obsession with them.” Another one of those things that seemed unchangeable about Greg House.
A groan escaped his lips as he breathed in her scent from the soaked material, his hand coming up to take them from his face - though he was unable to resist breathing her in one more time. “I’m holding you… Oh. Fu…” Again his curse was swallowed by her mouth as she carefully settled herself over his bad leg, keeping her weight on her own knees as she pressed the wet heat of her core against him.
The hiss he made and the look on his face were unmistakably pleasure, which reassured her as she rubbed herself against the pebbled flesh of his scar. “That’s you, Greg… That’s not pity. That’s me wanting you - the way I have since college.”
With the feeling of Lisa rubbing herself against him, his erection had returned with a vengeance - in anticipation of sinking into her, all his self loathing disappeared for the moment and he reached up to pull her down where he could kiss her. “You’ve got yourself a pretty freaky fetish, Partypants…” He growled teasingly.
“Luckily for me - you’re such an acquired taste…” She shot back with a purr. Then they were kissing again. Tongue, teeth and lips meshing as she continued to writhe against him.
The pressure and the texture of the flesh on his thigh against the sensitive nub was obviously doing it for her, as he let her up, just keeping his hands on her hips as she ground herself down. It was hot watching her and it was certainly good for his ego, feeling just how much she was enjoying it, seeing it too as her breasts bounced a little, her nipples standing out just begging for his mouth.
It was obvious she was close, when he spoke again. “Come on, Lise…” House purred. “You feel so good. Come for me… I want to see it.”
The sound of his voice encouraging her was all it took. She rode it over the edge, her body stiffening as the first waves of pleasure rocked her - gasps and whimpers escaping her lips.
He watched as her body flushed, her eyes closed and her mouth open slightly, the pink of her tongue showing between her lips. He was tempted to roll her beneath him and pound himself into her there in the hallway - but in truth Greg House was a closet romantic and didn’t want their first time (at least that he remembered) in the hallway of his apartment. Instead he pulled her down for a passionate kiss, his fingers twining in her dark locks. “Want you…”
“You’ve got me…” Lisa said with a huge smile - just realizing how long she’d wanted to hear that from Greg House.
“Not here…” House rumbled as he pulled her down for another kiss.
She wasn’t in a hurry to release him from the kiss, still enjoying the languid satisfaction of her first orgasm. Then she slowly stood, making sure he got to enjoy the view before she held out her hand to him. He took it and allowed her to help him to his feet before he pulled her into his arms again and guided her to his bedroom. She grinned as he stopped to remove the rest of his clothing, brushing past him and making sure to make plenty of contact with him before she stretched out on his bed, putting herself on display for him.
“You are a tease…” He rumbled as he crawled up the bed, covering her body with his own.
“Mmmm…” She gave him a self satisfied smirk. “And you love it.”
He just smiled slightly, then bent down to claim her lips once more as his hands sought out her wrists and pinned them above her head, before he dropped his head to kiss her breasts. “The twins need some attention here…”
“Mmmhmmm…” Lisa shivered as she felt his lips against her hot flesh. “They were wondering if their biggest fan had forgotten about them.”
“How could I forget these sweater puppies?” House grinned up at her before he drew one of her nipples into his mouth and began to suckle.
This time it was her turn to hiss and arch into him. “Greg…” She whimpered, the ache inside of her building up once more, demanding it’s due. “Please…” House only smirked and moved onto her other breast, giving it equal attention as she bucked and arched beneath him.
Her body felt like it was on fire once again by the time House gave into his own needs. His tip nestling against her, readying himself. He held her gaze as he began to push. She moaned at the feel of it - she hadn’t been with someone in a while - almost long enough to forget how good this was.
She had felt good against his leg, the heat of her making tense muscles ease even as they contracted. Now she felt like heaven to him, her muscles pulling at him as he thrust. Shocks of pleasure running through him as he held himself up, thrusting as hard as he could into her body. As he looked down, there was no mistaking the look on her face - one that he knew he was going to become very familiar with if he had his way. He nuzzled her neck, nibbling at the silken skin, reveling in the taste of her - faintly sweet and salty, feeling the vibrations of her moans as she moved with him.
Bringing his gaze up he met her eyes again, and they were drowning in each other’s gaze, moving in unison. The sensation built to a fevered pitch then exploded - their bodies straining against one another as the spasms of their release shook them.
Neither moved too quickly - they both felt the same thing. This had changed things (more than the one night stand that Lisa remembered) - both hoped for the better, but both of them were cynical enough to know that it wasn’t necessarily so. So when they both met each other’s gaze again, smiles crossed their lips - there was something in each other’s gaze that gave them a precious commodity.
Hope.
“Hi…” Lisa said almost shyly.
“Hey…” Greg grinned at her as he moved off of her, settling so that she could find a place near him in the bed. “Stay?”
“Tired of the chaise anyway…” Lisa responded as she snuggled into him, laying her head against his chest, and letting herself drift off listening to the steady beat of his heart.