House MD stories - Chapter 6: Chapter 6

You were in a love hate relationship with one Dr Gregory House. Mostly physical. You acted as if you hated each other all day and then would fuck each other into oblivion every night. You would avoid him and scold him for his bad decisions. He would make sarcastic and rude comments to you in return. You would make him pay for what he said and he would oblige. It was a very unhealthy relationship but you were both unhealthy people. House was an addict and you were a little mentally unstable with a lack of self preservation. This little situation was starting to effect other relationships in you're lives.
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You were currently sat in House's bath tub. You were washing away last nights rendezvous. You left the door open as there is no reason to close it when you hear House leaving his room. He walks past the bathroom without a glance in your direction but it's obvious he noticed you as he slowly backs up to look at you in the bath.
'Hi.' You smirk at him.
'Hello, I thought you had left.' He's looking at you but not in your eyes. His wide eyes are desperate to pop the bubbles covering you.
'What are you looking at?' You tilt your head to match his and bite your lip.
He doesn't say anything by gradually walks towards you and strips his shirt. He pushes down his pants and underwear and slowly slips behind you in the tub while huffing and being very careful of his leg. He sighs as he sinks into the hot water and pulls you back towards him. You're slightly confused. He's never been this caring? Ever before. He rests his head against the wall and you slowly lean your head onto his chest and your hands on his thighs. You lightly smile. This is new. This is good. This is nice.
You two sit there for a little while until House's phone rings. He grunts and removes one of his arms from around you and leans to grab his phone out of his pocket. He brings it to his ear and answers it.
'This better be important. Go.'
'Where are you?'
'In the North Pole. I'm at home.'
'Why?'
'Cameron why do you care so much about where he is?'
'Chase I can hear you huffing and puffing down the phone. Don't get your panties in a twist. I'm not doing her, you are. Now what do you need?'
'We want to know why you weren't in today.'
'I'm sick. I called in.'
'What's wrong? Do you need anything?'
'I'm fine. Not well enough to deal with you three all day. But I'm fine. Now, don't bother me again. If you need anything, page Wilson.' And with that House ends the phone call and tosses his phone on the ground.
His arms snakes back around you and he pulls you closer to him and rests his forehead on your shoulder. You hum.
'What's up? You're never like this after sex.'
He doesn't say anything. He just lifts his head up and goes to leave.
'Woah. Woah. Hey. No.' You light push on how legs to keep him there. 'I didn't mean for you to leave. This doesn't bother me. This is nice. I just wanna know why.' You rub his legs slowly.
He huffs. 'I don't know.' He says quietly.
'What?'
'I just want to be close to you.' He squeezes you softly.
'Ok. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere.' You turn your head and leave a soft kiss on his temple.
You can feel his smile against yous skin. It gives you goosebumps. You're starting to realise that the water is starting to get cold but his body temperature is keeping you warm.
Usually after sex you would leave. Or he would, depending on where you were. He never once wanted you to stay. It always went back to the sarcastic comments and your scolding when it was over. House seemed different. You were worried but didn't voice your worries, you simply stayed there with him.
After about another ten minutes you begin thinking. He called in sick before he knew you were still here. Why? Today was your day off so you had no need to call in sick. But you didn't know why on your day off he would call in sick. Was he actually sick?
'House?'
He hums into your shoulder.
'Why'd you call in sick?'
'I'm sick. Can't you tell?' He coughs jokingly.
'You seem very sick.' You chuckle and lean forward so he lifts his head and you turn back to look at him. 'Why?'
'I didn't want to go in.' He shrugs.
'Why?'
'I didn't feel like it.'
'That's not an excuse. You never feel like going to work. You always go in and make everyone miserable. What's different?'
He shrugs again and leans his head against the wall and lets his eyes flutter shut.
You hum and squeeze your lips together. 'Ok .' You say quietly. You lean to pull the plug out of the bath and let the water drain away as you get out of the tub.
He opens one eye. 'Where are you going?'
'The water was getting cold. I'm gonna get dressed and get some food. Do you want to come?'
He looks a little unsure.
'You don't have to if you're too sick.' You fold your arms.
He chuckles. He slowly gets out of the bath and you extend your arm for him to lean on to make it easier. You softly smile at him as he takes it. You grab a towel for him and one for yourself before drying yourself. You're unsure of what to wear but then remember a few weeks ago you had left some stuff here after one of your more aggressive and longer nights together. You leave the bathroom and head to the spare room where you had left your things. It was all where you had left it.
You had left a pair of black flare jeans and a crop white T-shirt. Unfortunately no bra but you had left underwear so at least you weren't going commando. You quickly get changed and go into House's room to find him sat on the edge of the bed.
'You ready?'
He looks up at you. He looks drained. 'Yeah.'
He slowly gets up and you both leave to go get lunch.
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Lunch with House was pleasant but fairly quiet. He seemed a little off but again you didn't voice your concerns. You didn't want to over step. You two weren't together, let alone friends. You were just happy he wasn't overdosing on Vicodin. It was now the evening and you had said your lustful good byes to House. The goodbye lasted nearly two hours, wink wink. He didn't seem to want you to leave. You didn't want to either but you had work in the morning and needed a good full nights rest.
You were laid back in your bed contemplating the day. You weren't really sure what it was. It was probably nothing. It was just a fluke. Maybe House really was sick, just maybe not physically. Maybe his mental health was causing him problems. You decide you might never know and need to stop letting it bother you.
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You walk into work the next morning with a smile on your face and a spring in your step. You wanted today to be good and you were very optimistic. You were walking towards your office when you saw him leaning against the wall while twiddling his cane. You shake your head as you approach and he smiles softly as he sees you.
'What have you done now? You only come here when you have messed up.' You cross your arms and stop in front of him.
He stops twiddling his cane and looks down at you. 'Nothing. It's only 9am. I haven't had the time yet.' He winks.
You shake your head and unlock your door. You leave it open assuming he will follow you.
'You're wearing awfully tight pants today. Who you trying to impress?'
'No one.' You don't look at him and begin getting paperwork out of your file cabinet.
'Your supertanker of an ass is squeezed into those pants and is screaming look at me look at me. So, who is it for?'
You shake your head na fold your arms as you tune to look at him. 'No one. What's it to you anyway? Just means you can justify staring at my ass if you get caught right?' You smirk at him.
'I would never get caught. I'm sneaky.' He winks.
'Sure you are House.' You chuckle.
He sits down on the couch in your office. He never sits and stays. He'll come in to piss you off and then leave. Again you were confused. You shrug and start on the paperwork you put on your desk.
You're able to concentrate for the better part of 45 minutes when House starts fidgeting. He starts tapping his foot. Then he starts tapping his cane. He rests his head against the back of the couch. The tapping is slow at first. Like twice every minute, gradually it speeds up. It's now one every 10 seconds. You are no longer able to concentrate. You grip your pen slightly tighter.
'House.' He looks at you still tapping. 'Please stop tapping your cane before I shove it up your ass.' You smile warmly.
He has wide eyes. 'Sorry.' He looks down. He looks a little hurt. Again you're confused.
'House, it's Ok . You're bored. I see that, you being in here doesn't bother me. Just please be quiet Ok?'
He slowly nods.
There's a light knock on the door and House looks up with a guilty look on his face as if he's been caught. You look towards the door and call:
'Come in.'
The door slowly opens and Wilson's smiling face come into view. He always comes in with a smile when he sees you. His smile makes you smile.
'Hi Wilson, what can I do for you today?' You say as you lean back in your chair.
Wilson is unable to answer you as he is staring at House who is sat on your couch. House has a childish grin on his face. Wilson points to him and says:
'What are you doing here?'
'Hanging out as the kids say.' He says in air quotes.
You chuckle and shake your head. 'How would you know what the kids are saying? Hang out with many of them? Pedo.'
House looks at you mock shocked. 'How dare you. I would never. I like them young but not that young.' He winks.
Wilson still had a confused look on his face but shakes it off. He looks back over at you. 'Anyway, I need some advice on a patient. She's a 16 year old cancer patient, which in itself sounds like a bucket full of trauma, but there seems to be something deeper. You're good at this sort of stuff, getting people to open up. She won't tell me anything.'
As Wilson was talking you have gotten up from your desk and were perched on the edge of your desk. 'You want me to talk to her?'
'Yes please.'
'Wilson you're not intimidating I'm sure she'll open up eventually. But I'll talk to her.' You smile at him and rest a hand on his arm.
'Thank you. House are you leaving?'
'No. I'm good right here. I'll see you at lunch, say 12:30? Your treat?' He has that childish grin plastered across his face again.
Wilson shakes his head and leaves not before giving you a warm smile. He shuts the door slowly behind him.
'So the pants were for him?'
'What?'
'Pants.' He points to them. 'Wilson.' He points to the door where Wilson just was.
'Again, what? I don't like him and also Wilson is married. Why would I try anything?' You fold your arms and frown.
'You touched his arm seductively.'
'How do you touch an arm seductively?'
'You know exactly how.' He slightly raises his voice.
'Woah. Calm down. What's your problem?'
House slowly stands up and makes his way towards you until you're leaning against your desk with him only a small distance from you. You can feel his body heat radiating off of him. He looks down at you.
'You.' He leans back and leaves quietly.
You're left stood there confused as go what's going on.
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You knock on the door. You hear a voice from inside call you in.
You open the door slowly. 'Hey Wilson, can I ask you something?'
'Sure.'
'Does House seem off to you lately?'
'House is always off. I don't know what you mean.'
'I don't know, he just seems different. Has he said anything to you?' You rub the back of your neck.
'No. He's not exactly an open book.'
'Yes I know that. He's got like 7 padlocks on him.' You sigh. 'Has he told you anything about us?'
Wilson leans back in his desk. His face looks like he's expecting the worst. 'No... Why would he? And what do you mean 'us'?'
'Oh um, never mind then. Just forget I said anything. I'll see you later Wilson.' You smile and leave his office as quickly as possible, you feel like you might die from embarrassment.
Wilson is sat as his desk very confused. He looks at the clock and sees it has hit 12:30 and House is hobbling over the divider over the balconies. He open the glass door swiftly.
'So lunch?'
'House.'
'What? I got lunch like never so it must be your turn.'
'House, Y/n was just here. Asking about you. She seemed worried. What happened? What did you do or say to her?'
House's slight smirk drops. 'Nothing. I said she was wearing tight pants, which she is, and that she likes you.'
'What? House why would you say that? We're just friends.'
House shrugs. 'She touched your arm.'
'She was reassuring me that she would talk to my patient, she was being nice. Why does this bother you so much?' Wilson has a lightbulb moment. 'You're jealous. You like her.' He points at House accusingly.
'What? No.'
'She means something to you. That's why you were in her office, that's why you're getting so bothered now.' House smirks at him. 'Ask her out.'
'No.'
'Why?'
'She doesn't like me.'
'Ah ha. You didn't say you didn't like her, you said she doesn't like you. So you do. Oh House, you're slipping. Your human is showing.' Wilson leans back in his chair and folds his arms.
'I've already hit that, I don't need any more from her.'
Wilson face drops. His chin is almost on the floor. 'There is no way you hit that. She's so... And you're so.... Nope. Don't believe it.'
'What's wrong with me? What's so great about her?'
'I don't know House, you tell me. She's puts up with your crap for starters so really can't be that bad.'
House shakes his head.
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You're just trying to get your things together before you leave for the day. You've got your things and are locking the door to your office when you see House walking over with his bag. You smile at him slightly. His face is blank. No expression.
'Hey House, what are you doing later? Wanna come over?' You wink and wiggle your eyebrows at him.
'Can you unlock your office door please?'
'Why? Did you leave something in there? I was just leaving.'
'No.'
'Oh Ok. Sure I guess.' You turn around and unlock your door and walk in and House follows you.
He shuts the door behind him and drops his bag by the door. He walks over to you slowly. You put your bag in the floor by your desk and stand against it. He stands directly in front of you. He's only inches from you.
'Oh I get it, you wanna have some fun here? Risky House.'
He looks directly into your eyes and you see something you haven't seen from him. He almost looks sad, like he's longing for something. He looks so unsure.
'House what's wrong?'
He still doesn't say anything.
'House? What's your problem lately? You're acting strange.'
'You. You're my problem.'
'Oh. What do you want me to do?'
He shrugs.
You look down. 'We can stop whatever this is, I'll leave you alone. Is that what you want?' You look up and he's just staring at you. 'Hello? Earth to House. Where are you right now?'
'No.'
'No what?'
'I don't want you to leave me alone. I want to be with you. Always.'
'What?'
'I want you.'
'House what are you saying?'
'I need you. I choose you.'
'You choose me? What are you even saying?'
'You make me a worse doctor. I can't concentrate when you're around. I can't concentrate when you wear those tight pants, god you make dress pants look so slutty.' He sighs. 'People are going to die if I can't do my job. If I have to choose between being a good doctor and having you, I choose you. I will always choose you.' He slowly lifts his hand up to the side of your face. 'It's you.'
'This is very emotional for you House. Almost human. You're slipping.' You smirk.
He chuckles and looks down and then back up at you as if he's waiting for a response.
'Hmmm, I don't know. You bother me a lot.' You smirk and bite your lip.
He raises an eyebrow.
'You're rude and arrogant. You're selfish. You're an old man.' You chuckle. 'But you make me smile. You make me laugh. You make me happy.'
He looks at you with wide eyes.
'I like you House. There's something about you. I don't think I care if you bother me.'
You reach your hand up to the back of his neck and bring him closer to you. His lips are only moments away. It would only take one slight movement and you would be touching. You look deep into his eyes, trying to see if he'll back out. Trying to see if he's being serious. You can only see sincerity in his eyes. Complete and utter sincerity. You smash his lips on to yours. Your other hand is on his waist. His hands are holding your head in place. Your lips are moving in sync. He pushes you back slightly so you're sat on your desk. You slightly spread your legs so he can stand between them. Your hands move down his back and move to his chest. You signal for him to take off his jacket and without breaking the kiss he does so. He removes his hands from your face. You move yours to hold him there. He flings his jacket to the side and his hands fly to your waist. He grasps you tightly as if you might disappear. You slowly drag your hands down his chest and begin unbuttoning his shirt. Once it's unbuttoned you move your hands under either side and pull him further into you. You two are yet to break the kiss. As you both struggle for air it becomes sloppier. One of his hands moves to the back of your neck to hold you even closer. He breaks the kiss only for a moment when there's a knock on your door.
'Y/n, have you seen House?' Wilson says from behind the door. 'I was meant to take him home.'
'She's busy.' House shouts back before moving to kiss down your neck.
'Wilson I'll talk to you tomorrow Ok?' You say as you lean your head back to give House better access with a smirk on your face.
'Oh I- Um Ok. I'll see you two tomorrow. Apologies.' You can hear the embarrassment in his voice. You can only imagine the shade of crimson his cheeks are turning.
House's lips are trailing your neck. Lightly nibbling at your skin. Your groans are only fuelling him. He needs you. He wants you.
He pulls back slightly from you to whisper in your ear. 'Mmm you make such beautiful noises my dear.'
'Mmm. If we leave here I can be a lot louder in your apartment. Let all your neighbours know you're off the market.'
'I had the same idea for your office. Make sure everyone knows you're not for sale.' He presses a tender kiss under your jawline. 'Show off to all our colleagues that Dr L/n cannot see you now, she's too busy.'
You can feel his smirk against your skin. It makes you shiver. You pull back slightly and rest on your desk on your elbows. You tilt your head as you look at him. His eyes are glazed over. His hair is tussled. His lips slightly swollen and pink. You bite your lip at him.
'What makes you think I'm not for sale?' You chuckle. 'My time is worth good money.'
He smirks at you as his eyes darken. 'I feel o can repay you in other ways.'
His hands move to your dress pants and he undoes the button. He motions for you to lift up your hips so he can move them down your legs. He is surprised to see you're wearing the red lace thong he likes.
You chuckle at his reaction. 'What made you think I wasn't wearing the dress pants for your attention?' You bite your lip.
He hums in response as undoes his belt and slightly lowers his trousers. You can now see the erection that is straining his underwear. He hooks a finger either side of your panties and slowly brings them down your hips. He lets them fall the ground. He stands back from you a moment to take you in and also take his dick out. You can see it looks painfully hard. It almost looks like it's throbbing. You try to rub your thighs together for the friction your desperately craving but are only met with House standing in between you. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet.
'You're actually going to pay me? I don't think you can afford me.' You chuckle.
He opens his wallet and pulls out a condom. 'Nope. No money for you my dear.'
He rolls the condom on and looks deep into your eyes before grasping your hips lightly to steady himself. He slowly enters you making you groan. You let your head fall back and your eyes flutter shut. House moves one hand onto your desk and grips it firmly. His knuckles turning white. He begins thrusting in and out of you. His moments at first are painfully slow. He soon finds his rhythm and is thrusting fast and hard in and out of you. You slowly bring your self up and pull House down to you by the sides of his shirt so you can smash your lips onto his. Both of your moans and groans are swallowed into the kiss. You bite his bottom lip and use his groan to put your tongue into his mouth. His tongue welcomes yours. They're swirling around together. You move one hand to the back of his neck to deepen the kiss and keep him close to you. You feel a familiar knot begin to build in your stomach. House's motions begin to become sloppy. The hand that is on your hip is starting to grip you tighter. He's getting close. You can feel him throbbing inside of you. He can feel you clenching around him. You pull back from the kiss and rest your forehead against his. You make eye contact with him. His eyes are dark and full of lust and admiration, you can only imagine yours look the same. With one final thrust you both finish together. He chases your lips and pulls you back into a kiss to savour the moment. He is still thrusting in and out of you slowly to work you both through your orgasms. You pull back from the kiss and lean back onto your elbows again. He slowly pulls out of you making you hiss slightly at the feeling.
He reaches for the tissues on your desk and begins to clean himself up and disposes of everything in the bin.
You look up at him as you give yourself a quick wipe before leaning up from the desk. Your chest is heaving. Your panting. You smile at him. He smiles back. You're both exhausted.
'Well I think that anyone who is still here now knows I'm not for sale.' You chuckle at him.
He looks deep into your eyes and smirks. 'Good.'
'You know what House?' He hums at you. 'I don't think you bother me so much anymore.' You smile at him and leans in to give you a tender and fleeting kiss.
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You're with House when you knock on Wilson's door. You hear him call for you to enter and you go in slowly.
'Hey Wilson.'
He looks up and blushes. 'Hello.'
'There's no need to be embarrassed Wilson.'
'Yeah there's no need. Haven't you ever fucked Y/n in her office. Oh wait no. That was me.' House raises his hand for you to high five him. 'Up high.'
'No.' You shake your head at him.
'Wilson?' He turns to Wilson.
He just simply shakes his head at him.
'Fine I'll do it myself.' He high-fives himself.
'That's just sad.' You shake your head at him again and chuckle.
'So House I see you fixed your problem.' Wilson gestures to you two.
House nods. 'Yeah, turns out I just needed to hit that in her office.' He winks.
You swat his chest.
'Hey. I'm kidding. I'm kidding.'
You chuckle at him. 'Good.' You look up at him. You press a sweet kiss to his lips.
'Good god. I don't need to see that. I heard enough yesterday.' Wilson cringes and you chuckle at him.
'Sorry Wilson.'
'I'm not sorry.'
'Oh my god House.' Wilson says as he sees his hand snake round your waist and grab your ass.
'Ok I think it's time we leave. See you later Wilson.' You smile at him and leave his office.
House watches your ass as you leave. He looks back at Wilson. 'Don't be staring at her supertanker of an ass. That's my supertanker of an ass. Wait. You know what I mean.' House leaves Wilson's office and follows after you.