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 The knock on his door made House's already throbbing head nearly explode.
A mixture of Bourbon and a pointless bar fight that evening had left him
in this state. He'd picked the fight with some behemouth who could've
easily killed him, likely as some delayed jealous reaction to the day's
earlier events.

Cate had returned to PPTH that afternoon to a rowdy but warm party in the
lobby. House had lurked around a corner somewhere, waiting do make his
dashing approach. The two had kept in contact as she healed at the
Antarctic station. Emails, webcam sessions, and the occasional random
midday phonecall had always been smattered with thick layers of flirtation
but also relevance. They'd learned a lot about each other in the past few
weeks. Even though she'd repeatedly insisted on her fidelity to Sean, he
couldn't help but convince himself that she was just stringing him along,
only to let him down gently when she returned to PPTH so she could let
loose and romp with House. But fire blazed in his skin as he spied Cate
modeling an engagement ring for every greeter she encountered. Sean's arm
draped over her shoulder only made him seethe further. He'd hobbled away
in a brisk huff... only to eventually find himself here at his place, half
drunk and probably concussed.

House yanked the door open without checking to see who might behind it b/c
the idea of squinting through the peephole at this point seemed more
painful than a week without vicodin. "WHAT!" he yelled without opening his
eyes.

"Greg?" a soft, impish voice replied back.

Through the fog that was now his vision, House made out the lovely shape
of Dr. Cate Milton. She was alone, and looked terrified.

"You're bleeding. Did you get into some fight?"

He hadn't noticed any blood earlier but now felt the crusted streak the
stretched from his cheek down his neck. 

"What the hell are you doing here Cate?" he quietly demanded, completely
ignoring her inquiry.

"I didn't see you today at the hospital. I was hoping we'd meet up."

He scoffed and started to close the door in her face. She caught it with
her forearm and pushed back with the most confused, angry and hurt visage
House might have ever seen. 

"What the FUCK is your problem, Greg!?" she forced her way into the room
and slammed the door forcefully behind her. House had already limped
across the room leaving his back to her.

But he whipped around to yell, "Meet up for what Cate? A chat? A therapy
session? Ya know, I was pouring on the mojo pretty strong while we were
separated by a million miles and you made it very clear that you were
responding. And now you come back here ENGAGED to that half-wit machining
monkey?"

"I was very clear about one thing Greg! And that was my relationship
with-"

"Oh just save it Cate, ok? How many times did we share some pretty
explicit conversations about sex, love and vulnerabilities we seemed to
agree the other would compliment? Thats not flirting Cate, thats setting
something up!"

They were shouting now. All Cate could do was scoff, shake her head and
turn to leave. She obviously didn't know what she was doing then and
certainly couldn't explain why she'd come here tonight. The visibly shaken
woman stopped at the doorknob and turned to ask: "So what happened to your
face?"

"I was punched repeatedly." House answered back matter-of-factly.

"By who?"

"Some guy at a bar I called a slovenly fatass, with absolutely no
provocation."

Cate turned around to find House leaning against the back of the couch,
head down. She could replay the event via intuition probably better than
he could recall it. Classic projection behavior. Take an emotion from one
event and shift it over to another unrelated one, often with very negative
results. He'd been pissed at the hospital so picked a fight so could get
the shit kicked out of him both physically and emotionally in one day -
though he'd never describe it that way. She sighed and walked over to the
kitchen sink and dampened a towel with warm water. Cate approached House
with the towel raised and with her other hand lifted his head by the chin.
It suddenly hit her that this was the first time they'd ever made physical
contact. She felt charged, and guilty. As she went to wipe at House's
wounds he pulled away.

In the most pained voice she could imagine would ever leave House's lips
he whispered: "Please. Don't touch me."

She laughed the statement off and continued the task of wiping off his
face. He let out a breath that sounded like it was suppressing a whimper.
She guessed it was not a whimper of physical pain. He had slammed his eyes
shut and seemed to be quietly cursing himself and ever so slightly shaking
his head. Before she'd completed the job, he stood up and lurched forward
securing her waist with his arm. He stumbled with her infront of him
several steps forward until he'd plastered her body with his against the
door. Cate had instinctively thrown her arms up against the surface and
let out a squeal. Before she could utter a complaint, House had silenced
her mouth with is own. His kiss started sloppy and intense, but evolved
into a soft and sweet dance between lips and tongues - she was kissing him
back, and fiercely. Cate moaned and House felt his jeans tighten. He had
pinned her arms there above her head (where they had landed), and she was
thrusting her hips up into his while taking short, deep breaths as they
occasionally broke lips. House released her arms to cup her jaw and caress
her face with his thumb. His other hand dropped immediately between her
legs and he rubbed her through her thin dress pants. She broke the kiss to
suddenly yelp at the touch of his enormous hands on her body like this.
She had to admit, she'd fantasized about Greg often while at the South
Pole, even imagined him on top of her when it was actually Sean... but his
actual touch far exceeded any dream she'd ever had - about anyone! His
fingers were gentle and forceful at the same time. He applied just enough
pressure through the fabric to make her shiver but not come - though she
thought she might.

At the sound of her yelp, House removed his hand from below and matched it
with the other around her face. There he craddled her head and shoved his
pelvis into her abdomen where she could feel his massive erection. 

"I asked you nicely...." he uttered breathlessly, "not to touch me." He
sucked in a couple more breaths and continued. "I didn't want to step in
between you two if it were real, but, I've wanted you so bad... for so
long... I knew if I felt you, I'd need all of you." House opened his eyes
to gauge her reaction. A tear escaped her eye and she nearly hiccupped, "I
think I knew that all along." House kissed the tear so softly Cate thought
she'd just implode. He felt her shrink and so moved back down to lavish
her lips with delicate pecks and flicks of his tongue. She responded in
turn giving him access. Her lips felt on fire when kissing Greg. Never in
her life had a kiss been this much of a turn on. Their hips seemed to
grind in rhythm to their mouths. 

House suddenly broke from her lips, slammed his head against the door
behind her and nuzzled his mouth to her ear. "I need to be inside you" he
choked. Cate nodded unconsciously and grabbed him by the hand to carefully
lead down the hall to where she instinctively assumed his bedroom was.
Once there he grabbed her from behind by the hips and sent her sailing
onto the bed. It would have been an overly aggressive move if she hadn't
gotten to know him so well despite their distance. So instead of
protesting she just giggled into her palms. After a moment, she turned to
lay on her back, propped up on elbows. Cate smiled at the site of a now
shirtless Greg's masculine expression and his deliberate act of removing
his belt. Before he got to his fly and zipper she jumped up and waved a
dismissive hand - she wanted to unwrap her present. Cate stopped with his
fly only half undone to disrobe herself, she wanted to feel as sensual as
possible before unveiling his throbbing member. House gasped at the site
of a perfect nude woman. Cate had the most beautiful breasts, her stomach
was flat but not too skinny like some of those grotesque runway models,
and her legs were tight and muscular. His cock twitched in his pants. He
thought quickly "webcams suck". Unable to await ditching the pants, House
dove onto her. 

Feeling her erect nipples graze his chest sent House's desire to
previously unattained levels. He nearly bit down into Cate's neck and the
moan that that move elicited nearly made him cum in his jeans. His hands
had returned to cup and caress her face but quickly advanced to knead one
breast and thumb her soaking wet clit. Crying out, Cate pulled off
probably the most adept move in sexual history. She pulled her knees to
her chest while running her hands through his hair and used her feet to
remove his half open jeans AND boxer briefs. Greg's smile under his kiss
made Cate mirror the response and they were soon kissing b/w giggles. The
dramatic reality set in for Cate as she felt his large throbbing member
flop down onto her stomach. He was huge. This might hurt. "Ready?" she
asked him. He nipped a kiss at her nose and slid the length of his cock
along her wet lips and clit to lubricate himself (and make her shiver) A
sultry "ooooooo" left Cate's lips, "I need you inside me" she begged.
House liked this tease game though (to say nothing of the time it bought
him to gather himself). So he went to work slide-fucking the outside of
her opening. Cate clenched and came as he grabbed the tip of his cock and
rubbed it all over her aching clit. While she was still convulsing, he
entered her slowly and one orgasm piggybacked another. He pumped slow but
she came fast - twisting and writhing beneath him. He placed his open lips
by the side of her mouth, seemingly giving her the breath to continue. She
had bunched up the bedsheets in her fists and was pulling them off. "Grab
me! Not the bed" House ordered and Cate obliged, wrapping her arms around
him as he continued to pump against her bucking hips. She squeezed her
internal muscles against his size and he let out sounds that made her come
yet again - or was it all the same, insanely long orgasm? She didn't know
and didnt care. Before she knew it House was burying his face in her neck
and moaning loudly. She felt him release inside her and was rocked by his
shivering body.

After catching his breath, House asked: "What now?"  
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