Interruptions {House/Mature}

[Dr Angel Fraser]

Angel brushed her hair over her shoulder before pulling on a long, soft black robe. She was preparing to do a ritual in her backyard, but she still had to cleanse first. She had some lavender essential oil burning to calm her down a bit and she began to light little tea light candles from her bedroom to the bathroom. Hearing a purr from behind her, she scooped up her cat and smiled. "Stay away from the candles Shadow." She instructed the cat. She knew the cat had better sense than to go after the candles.

Feeling rather relaxed, Angel pulled the robe closer to her body. She enjoyed the soft feel of fabric against her bare skin. Walking back into her bedroom, she settled on the floor, soft music playing. Crossing her legs, she closed her eyes and began to center herself. Nothing could possibly interrupt her right now.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House walked up to the door of Angel's place, pondering whether or not he should break in. He wondered how Angel would react. He rocked back on his heels. It didn't take him long to decide. Jimmying the lock, he slipped inside, looking around the place curiously. A woman who wore clothing like the ones she had worn the night previous had to have an interesting decor.

He snooped.

He found nothing of interest in the living room, just the usual knick-knacks for receiving and entertaining guests. A few coffee table books, some medical journals. He ignored the kitchen in favour of the bedroom area.

He hobbled through the hallway, noticing evidence of a cat. So, cat person, was she? He found her bedroom and raised his eyebrows at the decor. Very interesting. Lots of candles. A little bit of a fire hazard. He saw movement out of the corner of his eye and made his way over to the bathroom. More candles.

"Pardon me, I was just in the neighbourhood. Could I use your bathroom?"

[Dr Angel Fraser]

Angel's meditation was interrupted when she heard the sound of her front door open and someone enter her house. Slowly standing up, she reached for the closest sharp pointy object, which just happened to be her athame. She crept towards the door, hoping she wouldn't have to use it.

When she heard the familiar male voice, her blood began to boil. Putting the athame down on her dresser, for his sake rather than hers, she moved to the door of her room. "Well well well," She said in a husky voice. "If it isn't the big bad wolf from Princeton Plainsboro..." She said, holding her robe tightly closed. It had slipped down, black fabric exposing her bare neck and shoulders. "What? You didn't enjoy yourself enough at work that you had to break into my house?" She growled, extremely glad she had put down the dagger. Blood was so hard to remove. "You have balls to break into my house... Give me one good reason I shouldn't call the police."

[Dr. Gregory House]

"Break in?" House snorted, "the door was wide open," he lied. "Kind of like your legs. Anyone could come in and take advantage of your... very well... candlelit bathroom. Though I won't contest your assertion that I have balls." He paused for a moment, "I don't usually do this. I mean, yeah, I break into houses, because everybody lies. There's always some secret they hide." Shaking his head, he went back to what he had meant to talk about with her.

"You've met me at a very... strange time in my life. And you've been thrown in the middle of a... love triangle for lack of a better term. It was definitely unfair for you, but life's not fair." House looked away, "I'm damaged. I don't find it easy to care, though I'll readily admit an overpowering lust for your very sexy, very naked body under that very thin robe, my God what are you doing?" The candles, he thought, and it twigged. "Interesting. I've met a few of your fellow Wiccans in my time. Cleansing ceremony?"

[Dr Angel Fraser]

Angel scowled at House's comment. "That's not a good reason..." She hissed, moving towards her phone. "My door was locked, I made sure of it." She added, looking over at the dagger sitting on her dresser. Oh how she wished she could justify using it. "Of course everyone lies, it's human nature."

She paused as he explained why he was there. "Unfair to me?" She said, looking at him. "Who said I was looking for a relationship? You were a conquest, something I wanted, achieved and now plan to move on." She spat, still feeling rather spiteful from earlier events. She tried not to show any emotion as he mentioned that he was damaged goods, or that he was lusting for her right now. When he inquired as to what she was doing she went to speak, but he cut her off. "Cleansing ceremony? No, you see I enjoy walking about my house wearing nothing but my robe waiting for a cripple, cranky doctor to break into my house and have his way with me." She glared at him.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House made a noise of exclamation, "back up, Sheba, call off your tigers. I can see the truth of the circumstances. It's all good. You have reaffirmed my faith in humanity. Knowing that you merely used me and have no deeper feelings for me means that I have extended my obligations as a fellow human being and can now go back to being a miserable, misogynistic misanthrope. Also, your nipples are really poking through that robe like... I can't think of a non-sexual adjective to describe that image. Ai-yi-yi."

House took a half step backwards. "Now that I've obviously pissed you off, I think I'll be going now. You're like a cat who has been rubbed the wrong way. My work here is done."

[Dr Angel Fraser]

"If I owned a tiger you'd be the first one to know it." She growled, moving back towards him. She now stood less than a foot away from him, looking up at him with angry eyes. When he mentioned that she had used him, she snorted. She hadn't really meant to use him, she just wanted to get into bed with him.

She closed the gap between them again as he stepped backwards. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply before looking at him again. Even though rage was coursing through her, a sudden lust also rushed through her veins. "Why is it that no matter how incredibly annoyed I am with you, I want to jump you right here, right now?" She snarled.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House smirked, "yeah, I tend to have that effect on people. Why do you ask?" House asked, taking another wary step back. Why did he suddenly feel like the prey being hunted by a lioness?

A thought struck him and he arched his eyebrow excessively, "no wait, don't tell me. It's that time of the month, right? Well, I'm telling you right now, I don't like it wet n' wild that way." Oh, what devil possessed him to say that? Was he suicidal? The girl in front of him definitely looked homicidal, which pretty much made him think that she was suffering from PMS. She hadn't been at the hospital all that long so she hadn't "synched" up with the other female doctors in his life. Or something.

"Gotta go," House said abruptly, hobbling to the door. Dang. He never got that chance to take a whiz.

[Dr Angel Fraser]

"Who said you could leave?" Angel purred, following quickly after him. "You still owe me an apology for earlier with the elevators." She said, quickly passing him so she could block his exit. She cursed him inwardly for making her feel this way. She wanted to be angry with him, wanted to tear him a new one.

Ignoring his comments about that time of the month, she stopped in the middle of the hallway, striking a rather seductive pose infront of him. "You know, I never did get much of a chance with you..." She let her robe drop around her ankles. She just hoped he'd ignore the scars on the side of her stomach.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House's eyes widened as he took her audacious nudity in front of him... blocking the way. A quick check let him see that it really wasn't that time of the month, no need for a rag. Well, if she was going to put herself on display, no reason for him not to enjoy it, right?

"Listen," he told her breasts, "this may not be the breast time for-- the best time, but I really, really just want to go home. Crawl into a hot bath and just try to ignore the complete and utter lack of a thigh muscle that is causing me constant pain." House cursed himself for the Freudian slip. He hadn't done that for at least 30 years, why was he doing it all of a sudden? He paused. Well, he was nearing middle age. Could that be it?

It was like a revelation. Here was this little miss hot thing who actually wanted to do hot things to him. Kinda like Cuddy. Kinda like Wilson. It was interesting to say the least. At the very most, he didn't have to pay for sex. With standards like that, why quibble?

"Why should I apologize for helping you stay fit? It's obviously working," he told her, looking her up and down again. In truth, he had forgotten the elevator incident. However, his busy mind noticed everything about her. Her pentacle tattoo with celtic influences. The mess of scars on the side of her stomach. A self mutilator. Well, everyone had baggage. Not that he cared. He had his own scars to contend with.

"Condoms?"

[Dr Angel Fraser]

Smirking, Angel noticed where his eyes were. Putting a finger under his chin, she lifted it up to meet her eyes. "My eyes, House, are up here." She chuckled, listening to his next comment. She remembered watching Cuddy leave a kiss on his leg, and she had wondered just why it was like that... Shaking herself from those thoughts, now was not the time to be asking questions. "If you wanted to go home and do all that, why did you come here?" She inquired, curious.

"Then I suppose I should thank you." She purred, moving closer to him. She was standing directly infront of him, naked with a smile on her face. She leaned in and whispered in his ear. "In my room." In response to his question about condoms.

[Dr. Gregory House]

If there was a Hell, and House believed in it... Well, he had been in hell for the past ten years. Why not enjoy a little slice of heaven to make it through the night?

"Lead the way, Catwoman. I don't want to cause an accident with all those candles," House muttered, leaning on his cane. "At least I don't have to worry about where to throw your bra. It's just that you have to worry about where you through my shirt. My leather jacket on the other hand..." he shrugged out of it, setting it on a chair, "is going to sit right here where it won't get hurt. It keeps me warm and looking cool; it is awesome that way."

He leaned on his cane, watching her face. Waiting for her to make the first move. It was her house, after all. He was a guest.

[Dr Angel Fraser]

Angel smirked and let out a meow, winking at him. "Yes, I've always had a soft spot for men with leather jackets." She purred, pressing her hands against his chest once he was done removing his leather jacket. "At least this time, I won't be drunk, which means I can enjoy everything even more." She grinned, placing a couple of delicate kisses on his neck.

She then moved her kisses up his neck to his jaw, then capturing his lips with hers. She didn't want to break the kiss, but knew she'd have to lead him to the bedroom sooner or later, so she pulled away. "Please, follow me." She smirked, slowly moving towards her bedroom again. As she did, she leaned down and began blowing out the candles that lined the hallway.

[Dr. Gregory House]

Well, that was a load off his mind. At least he didn't have to worry about the bungalow burning down around them as they had sex. He wasn't sure he would even notice the place burning down while they were grinding their privates together. From the large amounts that he remembered of his drunken sexual encounter with Cuddy and Angel, the latter seemed really enthusiastic and ready for anything.

The last vicodin he took was five hours ago. Long enough for it's depressive effect on his sexual drive to wane, even as the pain was slowly creeping back. Sex helped with ignoring the pain in his leg, the endorphins made the pain into pleasure. He was looking forward to that. His hand reached out and trailed over Angel's flank, where the tattoo was. It was an interesting tattoo, a pentacle with ivy all over it. He wasn't a fan of tattoos; it was dirty work and held a high risk of several transference of diseases. But he couldn't argue with the end result. It looked hot on her.

"Definitely not drunk this time," House agreed.

[Dr Angel Fraser]

A shiver ran through Angel's body as House's hand moved over her lower back. This time she had him all to herself, not that she had complained about sharing the last time. The cleansing ritual could wait, and she was sure with the energy she drew from what would occur soon, she'd be able to do something more potent.

"Welcome to my bedroom." She purred, smirking at him. She walked into her bedroom, glad that she had decided to clean it. Settling on her canopy bed, she pushed the gauzy curtains out of the way, and motioned for House to join her. "Feel free to throw clothing wherever." She shrugged, motioning around her room. Sprawling out seductively on her blue sheets,she waited for him to join her.