Post by Lemurlou on Feb 25, 2007 18:12:17 GMT -5
Chapter 13
He captured her mouth in another drawn-out kiss, sliding the zipper of her dress down until he hit the end. Molly undid his belt buckle and button, making quick work of his pants. She slipped her hand inside his boxers, her fingers dancing around until she heard his breath go a little uneven. Molly pulled away.
“No fair for you to get all the fun. You have to keep up your end.”
“I’m keeping it up, trust me,” House said. Molly laughed.
“I know.” Their mouths connected as he slid the thin straps of her sundress off her shoulders, sliding his long fingers underneath and unhooking her bra, letting the dress and the bra fall off her and in a heap on the floor. House cupped her breasts with his hands, his fingers making lazy circles her nipples. They were breathing in tandem.
“You… have… to stop,” Molly rasped, pulling her face a bit away from his and staring fiercely at him. “You…devil.”
House grinned, taking off his T-shirt and pushing her down on the couch. He was burning to get inside her, but feeling ridiculous in this position with his boxers still on. Molly noticed and silently slid them down his legs, not saying a word when she encountered the unavoidable dark scar. She brought her hand to the place the boxers had been and ran two fingers up and down. He was almost there, but he took her hand away and he slid himself inside her.
“Oh…” Molly moaned, pushing a damp curl off her face. She could feel nothing but him, hot and urgent. Everything else: the couch beneath her, the red light from the setting sun, the TV still going… disappeared.
House sped up, quickly pulling in and out, desperate to get her there before he did. With a final hard thrust, Molly saw House’s eyes shut and a soft groan escape his mouth before she came too, feeling his warm fluid inside her as all her systems short-circuited in a blissful wave.
After a moment, he pulled out and rolled over, the couch deep enough for them to lay partially side-by-side.
“That was so wrong.” He said.
“Never again,” Molly agreed with a smile, enjoying the euphoric afterglow. They fell asleep on the couch, the doctor on the television talking about having found the poison, the warm strawberry light from the sun playing across their moist, tired bodies.
He captured her mouth in another drawn-out kiss, sliding the zipper of her dress down until he hit the end. Molly undid his belt buckle and button, making quick work of his pants. She slipped her hand inside his boxers, her fingers dancing around until she heard his breath go a little uneven. Molly pulled away.
“No fair for you to get all the fun. You have to keep up your end.”
“I’m keeping it up, trust me,” House said. Molly laughed.
“I know.” Their mouths connected as he slid the thin straps of her sundress off her shoulders, sliding his long fingers underneath and unhooking her bra, letting the dress and the bra fall off her and in a heap on the floor. House cupped her breasts with his hands, his fingers making lazy circles her nipples. They were breathing in tandem.
“You… have… to stop,” Molly rasped, pulling her face a bit away from his and staring fiercely at him. “You…devil.”
House grinned, taking off his T-shirt and pushing her down on the couch. He was burning to get inside her, but feeling ridiculous in this position with his boxers still on. Molly noticed and silently slid them down his legs, not saying a word when she encountered the unavoidable dark scar. She brought her hand to the place the boxers had been and ran two fingers up and down. He was almost there, but he took her hand away and he slid himself inside her.
“Oh…” Molly moaned, pushing a damp curl off her face. She could feel nothing but him, hot and urgent. Everything else: the couch beneath her, the red light from the setting sun, the TV still going… disappeared.
House sped up, quickly pulling in and out, desperate to get her there before he did. With a final hard thrust, Molly saw House’s eyes shut and a soft groan escape his mouth before she came too, feeling his warm fluid inside her as all her systems short-circuited in a blissful wave.
After a moment, he pulled out and rolled over, the couch deep enough for them to lay partially side-by-side.
“That was so wrong.” He said.
“Never again,” Molly agreed with a smile, enjoying the euphoric afterglow. They fell asleep on the couch, the doctor on the television talking about having found the poison, the warm strawberry light from the sun playing across their moist, tired bodies.