FIC: "Cooled Anger", Greg House/Brenda
Title: Cooled Anger
Fandom: House, M.D.
Characters/Pairing: Greg House/Brenda (general series claim)
Challenge: zodiacfanfic
Table: Astrological
Prompt: 01. Aries
Word Count: 724
Rating: NC-17
Summary: They’re just using each other for what they need.
Author's Notes: I have no idea where this came from, but I like it. Many thanks to amazonqueenkate for the beta.
The first time House and Brenda have sex, she’s slapped him across the face and he’s called her a bitch. She rides him mercilessly, using him to get herself off, his orgasm no more than a byproduct, and he knows it. He treats her body roughly, not leaving marks but giving himself pleasure, and she screams when she comes, raw and harsh, her head thrown back and dark hair messy. House kicks her out of the apartment as soon as she’s dressed, sweat still drying on her face and her hair pulled back, and she calls him a bastard as she leaves.
He climbs into the shower and leans against the wall, letting cool water wash away her rich scent, and asks himself what the fuck he was thinking, bringing her home instead of calling a hooker. A hooker, at least, won’t make work hell.
Three days later, Brenda asks House to see a patient in Exam Two, and he rolls his eyes before following her. As soon as the door closes, she shoves him back against the door, surprisingly strong, and twists the blinds closed. “Don’t make a sound,” she warns him, and drops to her knees, and he’s hard before she’s even got his jeans open. She’s good, damn her, knows how to use her teeth and tongue and lips, and once she’s swallowed and rinsed her mouth, she meets his eyes, smirking. “Now you owe me.”
This time, he follows her to her apartment, a small place cluttered with a range of kids’ toys. “Don’t ask,” she orders before he opens his mouth, and instead he presses her to the wall, shifting his weight so he can drop his cane and feel her up through her scrubs, and kisses her for the first time. It’s violent and messy, all teeth instead of sliding tongues, and sums up whatever the hell this relationship is. On her bed, he grits his teeth and fucks her, ordering his thigh to hold up, her legs wrapped around his hips and hands leaving long claw marks down his back. She comes fast and hard, but without screaming this time, almost whining instead. When he’s done, he dresses and leaves without a backward glance, and she doesn’t get up from the bed, both knowing it’s going to happen again.
Brenda’s like a drug for House, one he detests but keeps coming back to. He tells himself it’s because of the sex, because it’s free and good, but doesn’t admit it’s more and it’s mindblowing. He goes down on her over a week in, and this time she says his name, not “House” but “Greg”, loud and wanton, and he rolls them over. He can use her better when she’s on top, and she’s not objecting.
They don’t talk, before or after, except for muttered curses and the rare use of the other’s name. It’s not like anything House has ever done before, but it’s all he needs now, regular hard sex instead of the demands of caring, and it’s apparently all she wants. Hell, she started the damn thing, following him home that day.
By the end of the month, all he knows is she’s divorced with three kids, not even how many of each or their names. That changes almost two weeks later, when one night she doesn’t get up and dress to go get her kids from wherever they are while she works, but curls against his chest instead, hot and sticky, still straddling his hips, and it’s easier than he thinks to stroke back her damp hair and listen as she talks about her marriage, her two sons and daughter, the sister who watches them while she works. Then she stiffens and goes silent, and doesn’t meet his eyes as she dresses, and he thinks it’s either over or totally different now, and it’s all up to him.
It takes him four days of cold silence and closed-off eyes during clinic duty to make up his mind, and when he knocks on her door, he almost thinks she won’t let him in. She just looks at him evenly for a long moment through the crack, then opens the door further and hauls him inside. And when she reaches up to kiss him, it’s still hard, but there’s an edge of tongue behind the teeth.
Fandom: House, M.D.
Characters/Pairing: Greg House/Brenda (general series claim)
Challenge: zodiacfanfic
Table: Astrological
Prompt: 01. Aries
Word Count: 724
Rating: NC-17
Summary: They’re just using each other for what they need.
Author's Notes: I have no idea where this came from, but I like it. Many thanks to amazonqueenkate for the beta.
The first time House and Brenda have sex, she’s slapped him across the face and he’s called her a bitch. She rides him mercilessly, using him to get herself off, his orgasm no more than a byproduct, and he knows it. He treats her body roughly, not leaving marks but giving himself pleasure, and she screams when she comes, raw and harsh, her head thrown back and dark hair messy. House kicks her out of the apartment as soon as she’s dressed, sweat still drying on her face and her hair pulled back, and she calls him a bastard as she leaves.
He climbs into the shower and leans against the wall, letting cool water wash away her rich scent, and asks himself what the fuck he was thinking, bringing her home instead of calling a hooker. A hooker, at least, won’t make work hell.
Three days later, Brenda asks House to see a patient in Exam Two, and he rolls his eyes before following her. As soon as the door closes, she shoves him back against the door, surprisingly strong, and twists the blinds closed. “Don’t make a sound,” she warns him, and drops to her knees, and he’s hard before she’s even got his jeans open. She’s good, damn her, knows how to use her teeth and tongue and lips, and once she’s swallowed and rinsed her mouth, she meets his eyes, smirking. “Now you owe me.”
This time, he follows her to her apartment, a small place cluttered with a range of kids’ toys. “Don’t ask,” she orders before he opens his mouth, and instead he presses her to the wall, shifting his weight so he can drop his cane and feel her up through her scrubs, and kisses her for the first time. It’s violent and messy, all teeth instead of sliding tongues, and sums up whatever the hell this relationship is. On her bed, he grits his teeth and fucks her, ordering his thigh to hold up, her legs wrapped around his hips and hands leaving long claw marks down his back. She comes fast and hard, but without screaming this time, almost whining instead. When he’s done, he dresses and leaves without a backward glance, and she doesn’t get up from the bed, both knowing it’s going to happen again.
Brenda’s like a drug for House, one he detests but keeps coming back to. He tells himself it’s because of the sex, because it’s free and good, but doesn’t admit it’s more and it’s mindblowing. He goes down on her over a week in, and this time she says his name, not “House” but “Greg”, loud and wanton, and he rolls them over. He can use her better when she’s on top, and she’s not objecting.
They don’t talk, before or after, except for muttered curses and the rare use of the other’s name. It’s not like anything House has ever done before, but it’s all he needs now, regular hard sex instead of the demands of caring, and it’s apparently all she wants. Hell, she started the damn thing, following him home that day.
By the end of the month, all he knows is she’s divorced with three kids, not even how many of each or their names. That changes almost two weeks later, when one night she doesn’t get up and dress to go get her kids from wherever they are while she works, but curls against his chest instead, hot and sticky, still straddling his hips, and it’s easier than he thinks to stroke back her damp hair and listen as she talks about her marriage, her two sons and daughter, the sister who watches them while she works. Then she stiffens and goes silent, and doesn’t meet his eyes as she dresses, and he thinks it’s either over or totally different now, and it’s all up to him.
It takes him four days of cold silence and closed-off eyes during clinic duty to make up his mind, and when he knocks on her door, he almost thinks she won’t let him in. She just looks at him evenly for a long moment through the crack, then opens the door further and hauls him inside. And when she reaches up to kiss him, it’s still hard, but there’s an edge of tongue behind the teeth.