it ain't me you're lookin' for, babe

[loveasthouwilt]

[[from here.]]"Oh, the piano bench isn't an attractive enough spot?" I asked, my smirking grin somewhat offset by the shiver that swept through me at his lips on my skin. "Let us go then, and quickly, for I am less of a mind to wait." And so getting to my feet, I let him lead the way to the clinic. Once inside, I shut and locked the door, a habit

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[misanthrope_md]

"You know this isn't technically my room anymore," House pointed out once they were in the back room, the one he'd once shared with Wilson. "But it's seeming rather homey at the moment."

He let a hand brush down the curve of her back before he started to undo the buttons, feeling his groin tighten a little more with each sliver of skin that the parted dress revealed. Once he slipped it past her shoulders, he ran his thumbs over the crest of her marque.

[loveasthouwilt]

"Mmm.. and how little I care," I said with a smirk. "They can find somewhere else to be for a while." I shivered again as his fingers brushed my skin, wanting his hands elsewhere, everywhere. The top of the dress slipped down to my waist, the long skirt still clinging to my hips, and I craned my neck back so I could see him out of the corner of my eye, wanting to see that hungry look glazing his eyes.

[misanthrope_md]

Hungry? Yes.

In no mood for formalities, House immediately dropped his cane and folded his arms around her from behind, hands cupping her breasts, lowering his mouth to her ear. "Tell me what you want," he said, voice scratching.

[loveasthouwilt]

"You," I breathed, my hands still and trembling at my sides, wishing for something to hold onto and finding myself at a loss. His fingers were light on my skin and I could not suppress the chill that ran through me, the sign of how desperately I wanted more. "Just you. Please." Don't make me wait, the unspoken plea; yet swelling just beneath the surface, the plea that he would make me do just that.