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  last night 
 by T.L.C  

 It was late morning, about 11ish, and Dr Gregory House and his girlfriend
Allison Cameron were still asleep in bed, after all they only actually
went to sleep about 4 hours ago. Last night was a very important night,
for House because he had been planning it for 3 months and, for Allison,
because she had just gotten engaged and couldn't wait to tell everyone.

Allison slowly stirred and opened her eyes, looking over at Greg, she
stretched her arms up towards the ceiling and let out a loud moan. God he
is so beautiful, she thought to herself, she rolled over and onto him,
resting her chin on her hands that lay on his chest, she could still smell
herself on him and suddenly wanted him to wake up but not wanting to
bother him.

She could see Gregs eyes move beneath his lids and wondered what he was
thinking. Greg eyes slowly opened, aware of the warm, naked body that
rested upon his. He looked up into her eyes and smiled sleepily, his eyes
twinkling.

"What are you doing?"

Allison just gave out a small chuckle and leaned towards him, her lips
meeting his in a gentle kiss.

"Waiting for you to wake up, I'm suddenly in `the mood'"

Gregs eyes grew slightly wider and a laugh escaped his lips "After last
night? I'm surprised you're not completely numb after the way you were
riding me."

 Allison levered herself up onto her hands, looking down at him, her
already hard nipples skating his chest "Well I had to make it up to you
after all the romantic stuff you last night, and anyway I wasn't the one
getting rough Istill have the bite marks on the inside of my thighs."

Gregs eyes began to glow as her hair fell down from her shoulders and over
his face, he relished in the smell of her. Running his fingers thru her
her hair, he pushed it from his face and lent up and placed a soft kiss on
her throat. Allison gasped and arched back slightly, as Greg gained access
to her nipple.

She let out a loud moan, getting uncontrollably wet just from the memories
of last night, especially towards the end and all the stuff he did to her,
she'd never seen him like that. Suddenly Allison came up with an idea,
with Greg still sucking, licking and gently biting her taught peak, she
pulled away from him and rolled to her side of the bed. She placed her
hands behind her head and smiled, just looking up at the ceiling.

"What's wrong?" he inquired, a pouting expression on his face.

"Nothing. I just think that we should wait - until after the wedding."

"What?! You are kidding right?"

Allison turned to face him, her head propped up on her hand. "I just think
that it would be a good idea, to see how long we can control ourselves."
"I....we..." he stuttered "I can't control myself!"

Greg slowly moved his hand up to sweep her long mane of hair over her
shoulder, leaning towards her and placing light kisses on her neck and
shoulder. Allison shifted her position and swallowed hard, restraining
herself from reacting to his soft lips moving skilfully over her skin. He
could hear her heart rate quicken and felt her writhe against him, small
cries and moans of pleasure escaping her throat. He was rock hard already.
Feeling herself losing control, Allison placed her hands on Gregs chest
and shoved him away from her, a teasing smile on her face.

"I am determined to wait until after the wedding."

Greg tried desperately to reason with her "You know, the claim of you
wanting to wait sounds very strange coming from somebody that spent a
large portion of last night sitting on my face."

Everything seemed to fade away as Allison got caught up in the memory- his
lips and tongue soft yet rough against her- they defiantly had a good
night.

"Hey it's not like we can't do anything, we can fool around just not have
sex" With that, Allison sat up and scooted out of the bed, not even
bothering to put on a robe- she was teasing him and he new it.

Downstairs, they were both sitting at the table, Greg wearing jeans and a
worn out T-shirt and Allison wearing only one of Gregs `The Who' T-shirts
and no under wear, his shirt barely covering her ass, her silken thighs
exposed to him, her legs crossed, reading the paper. He wasn't even
pretending he wasn't staring at her, but she was pretending not to notice,
reading the paper and licking and nibbling her lips and shifting herself.

He could feel himself growing hard again, he wanted nothing better than to
bend her over the kitchen table and enter her from behind, wanting to make
her scream his name, make her shudder and jerk with pleasure. Greg came
back to himself and realised that Allison was watching him, a smirk on her
face.

Without another word, she stood up and walked over to the fridge, opening
it and removing a bowl of pudding. Greg was stood in front of her when she
turned around, he was blocking her every means of exit. Dipping her finger
into the pudding and lifting it to her lips she sucked it off seductively,
holding his gaze. A drop of pudding dripped down onto her chest, unable to
control himself, he bent his head and slowly licked it off. She wasn't the
only one who could tease.

She threw her head back, gasping, Gregs lips dipped down and began licking
and sucking Allisons nipple thru her shirt, causing her to close her eyes
and grasp his hair hard.

Unable to control themselves anymore, their lips meet roughly, they
savoured the taste for each other. Gregs lips moved down to nibble on her
jaw and neck, as Allison mover the neck of his shirt and bit down on his
shoulder. Their hands were all over each other, hers moving to remove his
T-shirt and his tracing the inside of her thighs, he was testing her, he
thrust two fingers inside her, causing her to cry out and tilt her hips to
meet his thrusting hand more firmly.

Allison unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans, bringing them down over
his narrow hips, looking down at the size of him, she was always surprised
at just how huge he was. Greg stepped out of his jeans and Allisons hips
and shoved her roughly to the table, her back to him, Greg came to stand
behind her, placing one hand on her hip and the other pushing her down the
table, her brests squashed against it.

Allison looked over her shoulder at him, a smirk firmly in place. Greg
placed a tender kiss on the small of her back before licking his lips and
entering her, thrusting slowly and steadily. Their pace increased as he
thrust deeper into her, Allison crying out with every thrust.

Greg moaned as she clenched around him. Allison let out a scream as she
came, Greg getting there soon after.

"This waiting stuff is gonna be fun."  
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