Interruptions {House/Mature}

[Dr. Gregory House]

House stood in the door way, watching her sprawl across her bed. He admired the lines of her smooth skin, the play of the muscles under her epidermis, each of which he could name in the original latin. The tresses of her dark hair cascaded down her back, falling to the bed. She had great bedroom eyes, and the tilt of her lips pouted seductively just so.

He admired her breasts. The fact that she was shaved came drifting back to him vaguely, as he had learned this the night before. Impressions of screaming into her pussy came back to him, and the image seemed so very erotic to him. His penis started to take an interest in his thoughts, in what he was looking at. His arousal was slow to come, but when it came, he was ready. He pulled off his shirt, then gripping his cane, he limped over to the bed, dropping the shirt on the way.

Another sense memory of the night came back to him, his shirt rucked up under his armpits, his boxers pulled down just far enough to be useful to the girls. Far enough that they had hid his disfigurement and made him near immobile even without the weight of both women on him. He could still smell the musk of their love making. Could smell Angel's arousal as she laid on her bed.

He unbuttoned his blue jeans and slid them down, revealing boxers. Kicking off the pants, he gripped the bed post and used it to help himself up onto the bed, his cane lying on the floor with his jeans. He wouldn't be able to be very athletic in bed, crawling was just about taking it out of him.

Once over her, he leaned close to Angel, close enough to whisper in her ear, "and what a very nice bedroom it is. But perhaps fortunately, I'm not much interested in the decor. More in what's on the bed."

[Dr Angel Fraser]

Watching him strip down to his boxers, Angel licked her lips, anxious to have him all to herself. Grinning when he climbed into bed with her, she lay flat with him ontop of her. "It's just a bedroom." She purred, wrapping her arms around his neck. Kissing him again, she let her hands wander down his back to his boxers. It just seemed unfair that she was completely in the nude and he still had his boxers on. Tugging at them, she managed to pull them down enough that his member popped out, at the ready.

"Alright, on your back." She whipsered in his ear. She wanted to be on top and in control. As she waited, she reached over into her nightstand drawer and withdrew a condom. Always better to be prepared she thought to herself.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House did as Angel bid, but first, he was very compelled to do one thing. As he crawled over Angel, he rubbed himself against her, smirking wickedly. He didn't bother messing with the sheet, choosing to lie down atop the covers. Opening the drawer in question, he rummaged in there until he found the little box of Trojans.

Holding the box in hand, he was struck by another sense memory. Cuddy had rode him. Bareback. Inexplicably, his cock surged even more at this memory, even as his brain thought three things at once. One: he had f**ked Cuddy! (Or really, Cuddy had f**ked him). Two: What if he got her pregnant? Which warred with three: Cuddy had exhausted all means of getting pregnant, even in vitro-fertilization.

Yeah, his brain argued, but our boys are strapping lads able to impregnate even the virtually barren Cuddy.

Virtually barren, another side of House's mind countered, her egg count was so low the chances of a fetus from that union was almost nil. Immediately, House argued back, her egg count may be low, but it was not yet exhausted. Also, almost nil is still higher than nil.

He fumbled with the prophylactic trying to shut down his higher brain functions for something a little more basic. Like sex. You couldn't get more basic than that. He looked into Angel's eyes with impish mischief sparkling in his own blue eyes. He smirked.

"If Wiccans rode broomsticks, and if this was Harry Potter, I'd say something stupid like, 'save a broomstick, ride a wizard.' I guess I'll just have to settle for ride me, baby. Ride me hard."

He finally got the condom out of its package and applied it. He was ready and raring to go. It was just sex. Casual sex. No risky business here, especially with the condom, 'cause yeah, condom. Prophylactic. Rubber. French letters. House cursed his over active brain. He was supposed to just feel and touch and let the chemical reactions run through his veins.

[Dr Angel Fraser]

She shivered again, feeling him brush against her. "I prefer save a horse, ride a cowboy." She grinned, as she moved to his side. She watched as he slipped the condom on, although he seemed slightly hesitant. She prayed he wasn't getting cold feet, cause right now, she really wanted him.

Once it was on,she gave him her best saucy smile and climbed on top. She slid against his member, wanting to tease him. "Mm, I think I prefer to tease you first." She purred, running her hands across his chest. She did it again, this time using her nails, leaving red marks as she did. Sliding up and down against his member, she could feel herself getting close, just by grinding against him.

[Dr. Gregory House]

"I don't mind a little teasing," House muttered, "just so long as we move from the teasing to the-- ah." House was not unaffected by her grinding her pelvis against his hard length. She didn't press hard enough with her nails to break the skin; just enough to make everything feel real, feel sharper, more intense. "To the actual part the teasing suggests."

House ran his hands up and down her thighs, feeling her bunched muscles flex and relax as she moved against him. His hands felt the smooth silk of her skin. He arched up and met her mouth in a passionate kiss, hands sliding up to tease and abuse her nipples.

[Dr Angel Fraser]

"Hm I don't know..." She moaned, after kissing him back. She couldn't take much more, so she stopped, her hand reaching between them. Wrapping her hand around his engorged member, stroking it it a few times. "What am I saying, I'm gonna ride you hard." She growled, holding up his member. In one quick swoop,she impaled herself on his manhood, letting out a gasp of pleasure.

She began to slide up and down, slowly at first, then picking up speed. Arching her back, she rode him, every now and then moaning his name.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House let out a hiss of pleasure when she suddenly took control of the situation and set herself on him forcefully. Her tight heat gripped his erect penis, warm and inviting. Her inner muscles held him, stimulated him, made him gasp with the heady pleasure. He never wanted this moment to stop, he loved being surrounded, loved hearing a woman's moans of pleasure, knowing that he was the cause.

Her breasts bounced pleasingly in front of his face as she rode him, and he watched them. His hips were crying out to thrust into her, but he was flat on his back with no traction and a bum leg. Which she didn't make a comment on at all. He appreciated that. Just as much as he appreciated the fine view of her delicate mounds of flesh that peaked with twin rose buds. His mouth caught one even as his hands were still around the bountiful breast tissue, enjoying their firm pliability. His tongue flicked against the tip of her nipples as he sucked it, listening to her gasps and moans of pleasure.

If Angel kept increasing that pace, his brains would soon be sucked out of his cock. It would totally be worth it. He switched his mouth from the wetly abused nipple to the other one, other hand, and more specifically, thumb taking up the slack, rubbing circles around the areolar space. Hot pleasure pooled in his lower gut, his testicles were twisting and making him gasp at the sensation as lightning fast sparks exploded along his spine right into his brain. The pace she was keeping was insane and House hoped it would never stop.

[Dr Angel Fraser]

"Oh god House..." She moaned, her ecstasy mounting as she moved faster on his penis. His tongue and mouth added to everything, her breasts sensitive as he lavished them. She looked down to watch him, picking up her speed even more.

She raked her hands over his chest again, leaving more red marks along it. "I think..." She panted, her body going rigid. "I'm cumming!" She exclaimed. Her body began to tremble as wave upon wave of her climax washing over her body, her juices coating his member. She continued to move on his member, wanting another go at him.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House gritted his teeth as she came, so close, so close. Her trembling was sending electric vibrations up his cock. It was like her tight heat around his prick had a direct line to his brain, bypassing danglions and myelinating nerves. Or maybe his cock was his brains right now, because House could not formulate conscious thought. Only good, more, pleasedon'tstop so much good feeling in the act that House could only feel. His hard penis was in charge and it jumped, sending pulses of ecstasy from the tip of his toes to the curl of his hair on the top of his head.

After she had come, she was still going on him like a maniac. House encouraged this, wanting to come, needing it like air. He sweated, panted and cursed. There was no end in sight, no release. He begged, reduced to meaningless babble that he didn't think either of them could comprehend. He rubbed his stubbled jaw over her breasts, muttering into her chest, hands roving over her skin, pressing into her buttocks, thrusting her down onto him, urging her on. It was nasty, it was sweaty, it was so hard on their bodies. By God, it was fantastic.

[Dr Angel Fraser]

Growling loudly as she continued to ride House, Angel's breathing quickened. Her thoughts raced, not wanting this to end. "House... oh god... House!" She screamed, feeling yet another wave of climax rush over her. She didn't know how much more she could take, but she'd push herself to her very limits.

Her body was perspiring, she could feel a bead of sweat trickle down her back. God this was amazing, better than anything she had experienced in a while, even better than the night with Cuddy.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House finally let himself go. Her primal scream of his name sent waves of indescribable pleasure down to the very core of his soul. He grunted, gasped, felt himself being torn apart at the ecstasy, riding up into bright lights that burst across his vision. The high lasted for so long, House thought he would break, explode, come apart at the seams.

Then finally, awareness slid back into him. Angel had taken him hard enough that every last bit of him had been milked dry. Shaken, limbs feeling rubbery he just laid there on the bed, panting. Angel still on top of him, breathing harshly on his hair. His cock slipped from her, and he wrinkled his nose. Slipping the condom off, he tied it in a knot and looking around, tossed it into a nearby trash can.

"So..." he said, "got me all dirty. Shower sex?"

[Dr Angel Fraser]

Feeling House finally reach his climax, Angel moaned before laying down ontop of him. Her mind raced, still reeling from her climax. Shivering, she rolled off of him and laid next to him in bed, her breathing slowly returning to normal. The feel of her sheets under her already sensitive body sent goosebumps along her arms.

When he removed the condom, she pointed towards the trash next to her bed and looked at him. "Shower sex?" She panted, rolling onto her side. She trailed her hand across his chest slowly, teasingly. "You just keep going and going don't you?" She had to agree though, at least on the shower part, that it was probably a good idea.

Stretching and giving him one last lingering kiss, she climbed out of bed. Picking up his cane, she held it out to him.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House smirked. It wasn't easy for an old cripple like him to get it up, but when the timing was right and he wasn't in dastardly pain, he could keep on going. "I'm a sensual bon vivant," he tossed out, accepting the cane and hoisting himself up. "A connoisseur of hedonism. I seize the moment. And this is a moment worth seizing."

He hobbled to the bathroom, nakedness and all. He arched an eyebrow. "This is a very nice bathroom. Definitely what I see a woman like you having. You know what you want." He leaned against the door frame, eyes not on the bathroom at all, but on her.

"At least some of the time, you do." His gaze lingered on the scars at her side. Not judging; he didn't know the story. But someone didn't cut themselves if they didn't, at some level, hate themselves, or the situation they found themselves in. House always cut through the bull crap. People buried themselves into too many holes.

[Dr Angel Fraser]

"My mother bought the place for me. Wanted to make sure I had a roof over my head." Angel shook her head as she followed House into the bathroom. She moved to the shower stall and turned on the water. "However, I was the one who did the decorating. The last thing I wanted around the house was cat pictures." She sighed.

Slightly confused at his comment about some of the time knowing what she wanted, she looked at him and noticed where his gaze was. Feeling a little uncomfortable by his lingering look, she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her. "Permanent reminders of a painful part of my past." She mumbled, her smile gone.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House nodded. "I know about that." He set the cane down by the door and did his careful limp shuffle across the bathroom to the shower. Careful not to look at her scars, nor his own. He stuck a hand in the shower, judging the water to be sufficiently warm enough to go in. He lifted his bad leg first, gripping the sliding glass door with a life or death grip. It would be so bad to fall, especially in front of Angel.

Safely inside, he turned to smirk at Angel. "We don't need towels where we're going," he said enthusiastically enough that he didn't seem like he was being terribly sarcastic. The hot water pounded against his skin, washing away the sweat and musk of sex. He just hoped her bar of soap said ivory or dove on it. None of that smelly perfumed stuff.