Let's Get This Done {House}

[Dr Angel Fraser]

Angel walked down the hallway, suitably aggravated by the page she had just received from House. Booty Call was all it said. She hoped for his sake he wasn't serious. Angel had taken some more time to think about the laparascopy and knew that it was best to just get it done and over with. Almost like removing a band aide, just rip it off and deal with the pain later.

Shaking off the fears that she had about it, she approached Dr. House's office door. Hesitating, she knocked on the door before entering the office. She wasn't sure what to think when she saw the sight in front of her.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House whistled as he made his way into his office, kicking the door shut. In the half gloom, he hobble-stepped to his desk and plopped a file on it. He had warned Angel more than he should have allowed, but he was busy with his own life too. That didn't mean that he couldn't crack down and hard. Smirking, he picked up the phone and dialed her pager, tapping in the words he wanted to show up on her pager.

Now to wait for her to come. House turned around, debating whether to sit in his desk chair or his comfy chair. It was a very comfortable chair. Almost too comfortable. It was a good spot to sit and wait. So he made his way over to sit in it and wait. And wait. The moments stretched and he was starting to become impatient.

However, just as he was about to get up, the door opened and in walked Dr. Angel Fraser. He saw her before she saw him from his vantage point.

"You're late," he said, looking her up and down. Her lab coat was buttoned up more than she usually had it, and she was wearing patent leather stiletto pumps on her feet. She smirked at him, reaching up behind her head to pull out the chopsticks that tamed her hair. She shook it out, slow motion-like and House stared.

"I'm so sorry," she replied with a full-lipped pout, "I've been a bad girl. Whatever can I do to make it up to you?"

House sat back, getting more comfortable. "You can show me what's under that lab coat of yours."

Angel licked her lips lasciviously as she strutted slowly toward House, her fingers brushing teasingly over her breasts before she undid a button. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

"No deal," House replied, "you're apologizing to me, remember?"

She pouted again, but undid the rest of her lab coat. House shifted, getting a little uncomfortable in his pants. Angel smirked like she knew the effect she was having on him. Her lab coat slipped over her shoulders, sliding down her soft but taut skin of her arms, revealing her supple breasts nearly spilling out of a corset. Matching panties and thigh high stockings latched on her garter belt completed the outfit.

"Yeah," House groaned. He was really enjoying this. Angel put a knee on either side of him, wrapping her hands around his shoulders and his head, gently guiding his face into her bountiful breasts.

"Oh, House," she murmured.

"I think I'm dreaming."

"Wake up, House. House! Wake up!"

[Dr Angel Fraser]

He'd paged her and there he was sitting in his comfy chair, asleep. Figures, she thought to herself. Angel's ears perked up when she heard him muttering in his sleep. Shaking her head she made her way to where he was sitting. Leaning over she looked down at him. "House?" She inquired, nudging him. "Wake up House. House! Wake up!" She growled, wanting to get this meeting over with.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House groaned, trying to hang on to the vestiges of the truly erotic dream. His hands wrapped around Angel's body, pulling her closer, trying to nibble at her cleavage. She smelled so good, though he thought he tasted the cloth of her corset more than her bare skin. He nuzzled harder, lips questing for her soft, bare skin.

"Mmm, you taste so good..." he muttered, finally tiring of tasting the cloth and yanked on her shirt to open it up more. Something didn't seem right, but he couldn't think of what it could be...

[Dr Angel Fraser]

Angel felt House's hands around her, pulling her close. She let out a small gasp of shock, taken by surprise at his actions. When his lips met her chest, she blinked a couple of times before the sensation and memories of their last round of sex came to mind. Something in the back of her mind told her it was wrong, but she closed her eyes and moaned softly.

When he yanked at her shirt however, Angel was brought back to reality and what was happening. "House! No!" She shouted, pulling away. In doing so however, a couple of buttons popped on her blouse. "Doctor House!" She grunted, slapping him across the face. She back peddled a bit, looking down with annoyance at her unbuttoned blouse. Frowning in dismay she looked at him. Well, it was more glaring at him rather than looking.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House grunted as he felt the stinging slap against his face which jolted him awake. "Damnit, Wilson, we were only... huh, what?" He looked up and around. "The hell?" Then he realized what had happened. Shaking his head briskly, he rubbed his offended cheek sourly.

"Damnit, Fraser, you hit me!"

[Dr Angel Fraser]

Angel continued to glare at him, holding the top part of her blouse closed. "Yes I did Dr. Grabby!" She growled at him, making sure there was a good distance between him and her. She smirked with satisfaction however when he rubbed his cheek. "Just what do you think you were doing? Pretending to be asleep, then grabbing me...Do you do this often with female doctors?" She hissed.

Of course, she probably shouldn't have moaned and deep down, she had to be honest with herself that she had somewhat enjoyed it. Shaking it off, she wondered whether that would be considered cheating.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House stood up, grasping his cane and replied angrily, "you can't fault a man for what he dreams!" Then House took a deep breath, shaking off his anger. He looked at Angel, leering a little, "definitely can't fault me for dreaming about you and your very inspiring booty."

He smirked as he made his way to his desk, flipping on his desk lamp to cast a little illumination in his dark office. "Oh, don't look so huffy. It wasn't cheating. I was dreaming. You're... a sexually deviant nymph. What's a little grabbing between friends?"

[Dr Angel Fraser]

"My booty should not be entering your dreams. Technically it belongs to James now." Angel muttered. At least he was complimenting her that she had a body men would dream of. "Please stop leering at me." She said quietly.

"Sexually deviant nymph? What was I wearing, a skimpy little toga style outfit? For that matter, what were you in your dream, a satyr?" Angel shook her head, chuckling as she pictured House as a satyr. Grabbing between friends, oh yeah, cause both Cuddy and Wilson would see it that way. "Now, what was that page you sent me about?"

[Dr. Gregory House]

House rolled his eyes, "I meant nymph as in nymphomaniac," he snorted, before eying her with a suspicious look. That look on her face meant she was imagining something. Something to do with him.

Disgruntled, he shook his head, "but yes. Getting down to business. This is your final warning. Schedule your surgery now. Here's the paperwork." He lifted the file on his desk up. "It's been over a month since I diagnosed your endometriosis. No more delaying."

[Dr Angel Fraser]

"I like sex, doesn't make me a nympho." Angel stated, rolling her eyes at him. Besides, any man she's slept with didn't seem to complain. She'd never heard House complain the two times she'd been with him.

"I realize that I need to schedule my surgery. In fact I was on my way to see you to schedule the surgery when you sent me that page." She stated, taking the file from him. "If I don't sign it what are you going to do? Tie me down? Because, I may actually enjoy that." She removed the pen from her lab coat and leaned over to sign the necessary paperwork, momentarily forgetting that part of her blouse was currently buttonless.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House had to leer. It was hardwired into his brain, or even his very genetic code. There she was, leaning over, giving him a free show. It was a thing of beauty. It was something to be admired, examined, and taken in.

Moment over.

"I think thou doth protest too much," House leered. "You say you're not a nymphomaniac, but clearly, I am seeing, firsthand, the empirical evidence to the contrary. You just throw yourself at me every chance you get, don't you?"

[Dr Angel Fraser]

Angel finished signing the papers just as House made his comments. At first she didn't understand what House was talking about, and then she happened to look down and realize she was giving him a free show. Casting a glare at him, she straightened up and pulled her blouse closed again.

"You wish House." She said, wondering whether she had a shirt to change into in her office. She was pretty sure she had a clean outfit, so she'd just steal the shirt from there and make a note to replace the shirt. "It's not my fault certain buttons were popped when someone, who shall remain nameless, decided to get a little grabby." She returned the paperwork to House. "There, all signed. Just let me know when and where and I'll be there."

[Dr. Gregory House]

House smirked, deeply amused now. "Just call me Dr. Grabby."

He collected the sheets, tucking them into the folder. He pursed his lips, but of course, he had already booked an OR for March 9. "How does Monday sound? Get the crappy part of the week over with so you can get down and funky on Friday night." He looked up from the file, coyly staring at Angel, "don't say I never did you any favours."

[Dr Angel Fraser]

"Monday is fine. Get this done and over with and then everything is out of the way." Angel nodded, again making a note to start shifting her schedule around. She also made a note to tell Wilson of the surgery. "I'll start arranging everything and tell James he gets to fuss over me for a week." She chuckled at his comment about never doing her any favors. "House, James and I agreed to take things slow, but thank you."