Interruptions {House/Mature}

[Dr. Gregory House]

House shivered and his cock weakly tried to twitch at the sight of Angel sucking him off, swallowing his seed. It took a few moments for House to get with the program, still sex stupid and drained (in more ways than one). How was it? How was it? It was mind-blowing! It was fantastic! He was getting amazing sex twice in a twenty four hour period! Before he could expound on the insane pleasure that she had just afforded him, she was soaping him up. His cock tried to get interested in this too, because the spirit was so very achingly willing, but he wasn't twenty anymore. He might be able to come twice in a night, but three times was pushing it.

He rinsed the soap off, praying he wouldn't slip. He offered his back to Angel. He so rarely got a thorough scrubbing of his back, since he usually showered or bathed alone. When she was done, he took the soap from her and returned the favour. When she was soaped and rinsed, squeaky clean, he awkwardly fell to his knees in front of her, kissing her skin, everywhere that he could reach. The shower hit his shoulder at the level at which he knelt. It was almost too hot for him, having come so recently, but he didn't care. He only wanted to taste Angel.

[Dr Angel Fraser]

She finished soaping his back, making sure she'd gotten every inch soaped up. Watching him rinse it off, she sighed contently. Everything that had just happened had been so good, great, amazing even. She couldn't have asked for a better way to spend an evening.

She chuckled when he took the soap from her and began to wash her. Closing her eyes, she moaned softly as his hands caressed her skin with the soap. When he hit the floor though, she let out a small yelp. "House.. Are you alright?" She inquired, worry lacing her voice. The worry slipped away when he began to kiss her skin.

[Dr. Gregory House]

"I'm wicked awesome," House grinned into the soft skin of her inner thigh, "looking to make you feel the same. Returning the favour so to speak. Can't stay down here too long though. Hard on my leg."

With that, his fingers drifted, skittering over her thighs to seek her inner folds. His fingers searched and found the knot of bundled nerves that made up her clitoris and began to stimulate it, hoping to send blue electricity straight from it to her brain. Hopefully she'd melt like a tootsie pop. House smirked as he kept rubbing the clit gently. Then he leaned forward and his tongue darted out, licking a path to her sexual orifice. His tongue pressed into her, curling in and brushing against her clitoris as he flicked his tongue sharply.

[Dr Angel Fraser]

"I don't think it'll be long..." She moaned, her knees going weak at his caresses. She braced herself against the wall, knowing she'd probably fall over because of all the pleasure.

When his fingers found her clitoris, she gasped before moaning loudly. She knew she wouldn't last long, especially if he used his tongue like he did the night with Cuddy. As if on cue, his tongue found it's way to her lips. "Oh god House..." She moaned, biting her lower lip as the pleasure washed over her. It felt even better than it did the first time. She grabbed hold of his hair gently, holding him infront of her. She closed her eyes as she felt the ecstasy building inside her, she didn't want this to end.

[Dr. Gregory House]

Smiling into her shaved snatch, he marveled at the difference and the similarities. There was no hair to get stuck in his teeth and annoy his tongue. It was smooth and hairless, but the shape of her pussy was familiar, like many other woman's vagina he had inspected, very... thoroughly.

He heard her moan over head, drawling out his name. He moved his tongue faster, breathing hard. He reveled at her hands in his hair, holding him so gently it was sending tingles along his scalp. His hands kept moving, touching the skin taut across her hips, smooth and delicately dipping in the small of her back, roving over the alluring, softness of her rump. His tongue drove on, his nose blowing warm air on to Angel's soft skin. Any moment now, House thought, her muscles are getting tighter, soon she'll reach her climax.

[Dr Angel Fraser]

His touches sent tiny jolts of electricity across her skin. His hands were so gentle. As he continued to lick, she knew she wasn't going to last much longer. Feeling the orgasm building, her breath began to quicken, her grip on his hair tightened slightly.

"Oh god HOUSE!" She exclaimed as her muscles tightened and her hips began to buck. Her climax washed over her hard, cumming for him. Her body became so sensitive that the coolness of her tiled wall sent shivers through her. Her legs, already jelly, felt rather weak now, causing her to let go of his hair and brace herself against the wall once more. Panting, she looked down at him, her eyes glazed over slightly from her orgasm. "Where..." She panted. "Did... you ... learn... that?"

[Dr. Gregory House]

House smirked as he sprawled up against the corner of the shower stall, looking up at Angel. "If you can believe it, cheerleading in College." He had so many girlfriends at that time and they all had taken him in hand and taught him about what women want. Well, more specifically, what women want in bed, since he ignored most everything they said about taking the trash out and doing the dishes.

The shower was starting to run a little bit cold, so House hauled himself up, heavily. He turned the water flow off and retrieved Angel's discarded towel. Handing it to her, he carefully stepped out onto the floor mat in front of the shower. Dripping on it, he looked for more where that towel had come from.

[Dr Angel Fraser]

Angel nearly burst out laughing, the mental image of House in a cheerleader's outfit being too humorous for words. Biting her lower lip to stop from laughing she at him with amusement in her eyes. "Well, it worked rather well."

She watched as he turned off the shower and then promptly handed her a towel. Wrapping that one around her body, she watched him exit the shower stall, making sure he didn't fall. She stepped out behind him, moving to his side and grabbing another towel. "Towel sir?" She chuckled, holding it out for him. She then moved to get his cane for him after he took the towel.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House huffed humorously, "why yes. Thank you, my good woman." He accepted the towel from her and quickly rubbed himself down before wrapping the towel around his waist. He watched her cross the bathroom to get his cane. He ran a head through his hair, shaking off the excess water. He was still pleasantly damp, warm despite the slight chill in the air. It was Jersey near the end of January.

House was still admiring the lines of Angel's naked body underneath the towel that wrapped so seductively around her. He saw a bead of water dripping down over her shoulder, and somehow without realizing it, he had made his way across the bathroom to lick that droplet before pressing a kiss into the firm, soft flesh.

[Dr Angel Fraser]

Angel had just leaned down to pick up his cane when she felt him come up behind her. She felt his lick, followed by a kiss and it sent shivers through her. This man was intoxicating to her, like a drug.

"Mm, I love your mouth." She moaned softly, closing her eyes. She savoured the moment before turning around to face him. "I'm glad I didn't call the police on you." She purred, giving him a smirk before holding out his cane to him. "Feel free to break into my house any time." She added, not completely sure what to do now. She was a little tired, but the adrenalin running through her from their passionate sex was keeping her wide awake.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House was glad she didn't call the police on him either, since the alternative had been some pretty awesome sex. He smirked, knowing he had super powers in making women promise him everything and the kitchen sink. He took his time to collect his thoughts, taking his cane and inspecting it.

"Yes," he agreed, "my mouth is quite often useful for more things than talking, which endears me to many." He smirked, knowing the opposite was true. His verbal language was often offensive, and twice as abusive, but when he talked the language of sex, women thought he rocked, every time. "Not the police, however. I am glad you didn't call them either."

Being given permission to break in, however, kind of took the fun out of doing it. He shrugged, hobbling toward her spacious bed. He yanked the towel off, ran it over his hair again, then tossed it to a hamper. Sitting on the bed, he wasn't sure what happened now. Did she expect him to stay the night? Would she just kick him out?

Maybe he'd take the decision out of her hands and just go. He stood up, but cried out and fell back to the bed. He clutched his thigh, cane forgotten, his teeth gritted. The pain had just come back, with a vicious vengeance. He stifled his moans of pain, trying to remember where his vicodin was.

[Dr Angel Fraser]

"So," Angel said, following him into her bedroom. She wasn't sure whether she should invite him to stay the night or kick him out. Shrugging she moved towards the bed where House had sat down. "You're more than welcome to stay the night if you want, or you can go..." She said, letting him make the choice.

When she heard his cries of pain, she rushed to his side. "Oh my god, are you ok?" She inquired, worry lacing her voice again. "Here, lie down." She said, laying him back on the bed and carefully placing his legs on the bed. "Do you have anything to take?" She inquired, the doctor in her kicking in.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House panted, wondering when the last dose of vicodin had been. His frantic eyes searched the room, finding a timepiece. God, he had been without vicodin for ten hours. Had their love making really gone nearly two hours? It was near midnight! Time really flies when one is having fun.

When one is in pain, however, time seems to slow down to an insane crawl. The pain in his leg was making him nauseous. He flung out an arm, hitting the backs of his hand on the bedpost. The temporary pain jolted him, so he did it again. His mind cleared enough to hear Angel fussing over him.

He groaned, uttering through gritted teeth, "vicodin. Jacket pocket." God, he'd left it somewhere. On a chair, before he followed her to her bedroom. Sex stupid indeed. His hand throbbed as he rubbed his leg, trying to sooth it. He rocked his body lying down, making an atavistic movement of self soothing, trying to make the pain stop.

[Dr Angel Fraser]

"Vicodin, right.." Angel said, rushing out of the room to where she remembered he had left his jacket. Finding his jacket, she fumbled to remove the bottle of pills. Before heading back to her bedroom she made a quick detour to her kitchen, grabbing House a quick glass of water. She came rushing back into the room with painkillers and water.

"Here," She said, sliding next to him on the bed and holding out the water and pills to him. Truth be told she was surprised it had taken him this long for pain to occur. After everything they had been doing... Shaking her head, she hoped they would kick in soon, not enjoying his cries of pain, they stabbed at her heart.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House grabbed the pill bottle and shook out three vicodin, swallowing them dry. He ignored the offered water, clutching the bottle of vicodin to his chest as he waited for the agony to fade away under the blanket of peace the vicodin afforded him. It couldn't come soon enough.

Finally, though, within ten minutes, the drug disseminated from his stomach and spread throughout his system. His groans became less, his breathing normalized. The pain was still there, but the drug masked his perception of it. He felt wrung out, limp. That had been bad. He drew in a breath, shakily.

"Thanks," he muttered, looking away. That was the culmination of his life's dream. Have a pain related withdrawal from vicodin in front of the woman with whom he had just had sex. Utterly. Fan. Ta-ahs. Stic. Really. He just wanted to roll over and die now.