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Imagine: Fantasy or Reality Word Count: 3229 Fandom: House MD Pairing: House x Reader Rating: Teen Gif: Not Mine Requested: Nonny Prompt: Heatwaves, Sleepless Nights and Fantasies or actual Realities....

Fantasy or Reality

The moonlight shone brightly into your room and directly onto your bed, casting your bedroom in a warm calming glow that could make anyone fall asleep within minutes but no, you cursed softly as you turned for the millionth time that night. You'd been laying in bed for the better part of the night, unable to sleep partly because you had been woken by your crying child and partly because you were worried that you would not be early to rise and be ready for the dastardly early morning meeting you had the next day. That was your excuse…

But the real reason you could not sleep was because of the image that kept making its way to your mind.

You had long ago kicked the blanket off the end of the bed and the sheet you were using to cover your body from the mosquitoes was now rumpled at your feet leaving you in just your pyjamas. It was funny how even when he was not in your presence House still seemed to affect you as much as he did when he was standing right across you, and you ‘hated’ how every thought you had was always related to the blue eyed, scruffy haired diagnostician.

You turned to look at the clock on your bedside table, the hands alerting you that it was only half past midnight. You still had at least five hours to go and there was no way you were going to spend them working on some budget proposal for the damn hospital, even if your boss treated it as You baby. Also, the power had gone out two hours ago and had yet to return and you had no battery life on your computer to even try to work.

The image of you, trapped by House, in the elevator that morning made its way into your mind. The feel of his lean, muscular body pressed up against yours, his hands placed possessively on your hips as he pressed your lower bodies together and grinding into you, making You feel just how affected he was by your presence, his breath on your lips, his face mere millimetres away from Yous. If you had moved your face just two millimetres to the left, you would have been kissing him with all you had; instead, you’d stayed still and waited for him to make the next move.

"You want me," his voice was gruff, yet soft, and it held no questioning tone. It was a statement, and it was true – you did want him, now more than ever, but you felt like there was something he had yet to say.

"Just as much as I want you," and there it was, his first full confession that he’d wanted you too, from the blue eyed, cane carrying man himself.

He leaned in closer to you, but still not near enough for your liking, and for some reason, unknown to you, he refused to give into the temptation to kiss you long and hard, and with everything he possibly had.

x -

Your eyes shot open, and you groaned as you tossed and turned again as you tried to get comfortable in your own bed. God it was insane, you felt like You needed a fix, and You needed it soon, since falling asleep was proving to be more than a mission for you.

Your seven month old child, was fast asleep in her crib in the nursery and even though you had the insane urge to watch your child sleep, you knew any sound you made in your kid’s room or within a two feet distance of her would wake the child and you had no intention of sitting with a wailing child for the next few hours.

You tried to come up with ideas that would help you fall asleep or pass your time, you didn't really care which one at the moment. You thought of things you could do at this time of the morning, but you drew a blank, and you turned again in an attempt to get comfortable on your bed, the glowing screen of your cell phone caught your attention, and you lifted the offending item from your bed, unlocking the device.

You scrolled through the device, after you was done reading your emails and all your messages you went through your contact list, and as you came across the familiar name, a smile crept up to your lips. If he could disturb you at odd hours of the day, or night, then so could you – disturb him. You pressed the green button and waited until the call connected, your heart hammering in your chest.

"House, leave a message," was all you got, and it didn't surprise you. He was always to the point, he hated the long messages other people left, he claimed it was unnecessary and annoying, and you really didn't blame him when you heard some of them. Still, it did not stop you from calling him, just to annoy the heck out of him, as he did on numerous occasions, to you. Not getting an answer from his hard line you tried his cell phone.

It rang six times before he answered with a groggy "What?"

With your heart still thundering in your chest, and the blood pounding in your ears at doing something like this, you found yourself with a loss of words and hung up. You hoped he thought it was a dream and would forget it happened.

Thirty-five minutes later, you were relieved, you believed House was too deeply asleep to realise what you had done, and when morning would finally come you would deny that it ever happened. But your relief was short lived, however, when you heard the roar of his motorcycle and then your front door opening a mere ten minutes later.

Oh God, this was going to be awkward. It took a few minutes for him to reach your bedroom, and he stopped at the doorway, leaning against the frame, looking questioningly at you.

"What are you doing here?" it was more out of habit than anything else, but you still felt the need to ask him what the heck he was doing in your home at this time of the night.

"If memory serves me right, you were the one who called me," he smirked, still leaning against the frame.

"And you never answer my calls anyway, so…" You started but was interrupted by him in mid-sentence.

"You don't always breathe as provocatively as you did earlier when you called," he informed you.

"House, it's hot, I'm tired and I'm having trouble sleeping so if you don't mind, leave."

You were surprised when he turned away from your bedroom and started down the passageway, but not before he flicked the light switch, hoping it would irritate you even more. You knew he was pleasantly surprised when no light filtered through the room and an idea suddenly made its way into his mind. Seeing him grinning to himself in the darkness, House made his way to the kitchen grabbing a few items from it and then made a pit stop at your liquor cabinet on the way back to your bedroom.

The sight of one Doctor (Y/L/N) laying with your eyes closed and sprawled out on your back on your bed with nothing on, but a camisole and boy shorts aroused House more than ever. He continued into your bedroom, as silently as possible with the bottle tucked firmly in his jacket pocket and the items from the kitchen held securely in his left hand. He tried to make his way as silently as possible to your bedside and was glad that you had had not heard him as he approached. He was pleased with himself, that even with his bum leg, all the items he had brought and his cane, he managed to not make any noise at all, or the other option was that you were just too tired to hear him.

"Don't even think about whatever it is you're thinking of doing," okay maybe you were more alert than he had thought you to be, but that did not deter him in any way.

"You woke me up, so you have to deal with the consequences, My Little She Devil in disguise," his voice was deep, and lust filled, and you didn't know how to verbally react to his statement, your body had already betrayed you by responding in kind to his suggestion.

"House! Have you gone insane? It's unusually hot tonight and I do not have the privilege of having an air conditioner or a fan in my room, so really, if you want to play this stupid game and honestly do not have any great ideas on how to lower my body temperature you can see yourself out, without waking up my kid?" You added as an afterthought.

It took him a second longer to process what you’d just said, and a smile crept up his face. House had no intention of leaving anytime soon, not now after he had already formed his plan and was ready to execute it. He sat down on the side of your bed, facing you, and you felt your mattress dip on the side he just occupied. You kept your eyes closed, hoping that he would grow bored with You disinterest in him and leave, but You was mistaken, House was going to do no such thing.

He watched you intently, taking in your expression, you seemed calm, almost relaxed, and even though you didn't say it, he could see it in the relaxed stance of your shoulders and your slow rhythmic breathing. Your dark hair fanned out on your pillow beneath your head, your hands and legs spread eagled as though it would help with keeping cool in the heat, but House knew better, there was not going to be any relief until the power was turned back on, and even the technicians working on the problem didn't know how long it was going to be until all electrical power was going to be restored.

His gaze roamed over your lithe, lean, toned, body; it hadn't changed since that last time he had seen you so exposed – too long ago. He was more amazed than anything else, and he believed that your tennis games once a week and four times weekly yoga classes helped keep your body in this pristine shape. You could feel his examining gaze on your body, the sweeping glance caressing every curve, every small detail he might have missed the first time, and you felt a zing race up your spine in excitement.

You were about to open your eyes and question him on just what his intentions were, but your train of thought was cut short when you felt the cold cube of ice slide across your abdomen where your camisole had ridden up your belly and exposed your skin between your camisole and shorts. The cool water ran down your sides, causing you to shiver slightly, which only amused House more. An involuntary gasp escaped your mouth and House grinned in reply at the effect the ice cube on your warm skin had caused.

House replaced the melted ice cube with a new one, but this time he slid it up your left hand, all the way from the tips of your fingers, up your forearm, taking care to linger on your elbow joint, and then past your upper arm, to your shoulder. He blew cool air onto your still damp wrist, arousing you to a greater extent.

He repeated the action with your other arm and then proceeded to cool your legs and feet down. You kept your eyes closed all the while, wishing he would end this delicious torture and not at the same time. Your senses hadn't been aroused as much as this in a long time, and it felt good to let go, even if it was with House. Then he stopped all movement and waited for your body temperature to adjust itself.

You heard liquid being poured into a glass, but you kept your eyes shut and naturally assumed House was going to offer you a sip of whatever it was he had brought along to keep themselves hydrated, but you were mistaken. He dipped a finger into the amber coloured fluid and ran the same finger over your lips. You ran your tongue over your lips and smiled slightly when you tasted the scotch on it. He repeated the action a few times, until you had figured out that he did not want you to suck the scotch off and you built up enough restraint to not lick the liquor off your lips.

Just when you thought he was done with enjoyably torturing your over heated body, you felt a fresh coolness settle on your chest, just under your sterno-clavicular joint. You felt House run his cool fingers across your chest, and you were pleasantly shocked when you felt what you assumed was the sixth ice cube on your upper abdomen, the cold water drenching your camisole. The moan you were trying to stifle escaped the back of your throat when you felt him rub the small cold block slowly over your chest, over the material covering your breasts.

The sight of your nipples showing through the thin material of your sleepwear was enough to arouse House, and he felt the need to touch you, all rules and consequences for his actions be damned. He placed the half-melted ice cube back into the ice tray and positioned his hands at your sides, running his fingers lightly up and down your sides. He allowed his thumb to graze the side of your breast and waited for you to react. Your body arched into his touch and that was all the prompting he needed.

A few moments passed and you felt a warm liquid being poured into You belly button and the over-flow running down your abdomen. You instinctively raised your hand to wipe the mess off but the feel of House's warm mouth on your skin was enough to stop you. You felt him suck the scotch from your belly button and your sides, and you felt his thumbs drawing lazy circles on your hip bones. He detached his mouth from the smooth plane of your belly and settled it on your chest, while he bunched the bottom of your camisole in his fists. House kissed you gently from your shoulder to your clavicle and came to a stop at your sternum.

The next thing you felt was House's warm lips on yours, his tongue plundering your mouth, stealing your breath from you and leaving you gasping for air. The second kiss was gentler and slower, with House offering what he had instead of taking from you, and you felt your chest constrict with emotion. Your hands unconsciously made their way to his waist, and you pulled him on top of you, his hips grinding into yours as a result and you knew exactly how turned on and ready he was to take this to the next level.

His jeans, T-shirt and boxer shorts were easily dispensed with, as were your camisole and shorts and House took a minute to admire the goddess laying before him, all for his taking. He questioned you with a single look and you nodded your head, giving him permission for what was about to happen between the two of you.

You had waited almost two decades for this, to be as intimate as you had once been, there was no way you were going to deny yourself, or him, this. Before you knew it, the two of you were lost in each other, writhing in pleasure on your bed…

H O U S E. M . D .

House had woken at the crack of dawn to the weight of you on his chest, and your legs intertwined with his. He gently untangled his limbs from yours and made his way to your bathroom to freshen up a bit before he left your home. He splashed cool water on his face, and hissed when he felt the water sting his neck. He looked into the mirror and saw the nice hickey his little devil had left on him, and he smiled.

Oh, you were going to pay for that one soon…

After freshening up, he cleaned the mess he made on your side table with the ice and scotch, erasing all signs that he had even been in your home at all.

As he made his way to the door, he passed your kid’s room and saw your sprog sleeping peacefully in their crib, and he stepped into your child’s room, rifling through their clothes before settling on a pair he and Wilson had chosen a week ago. He pulled it out and laid on the table for your nanny to dress your kid into and made his way out of your home. - x -

You were awoken by the sound of your kid gurgling happily in their crib, birds chirping outside and warm rays of sun shining directly onto your bed. You hadn't felt as relaxed and sated in years and it took you a few minutes to remember just what had transpired in your bedroom the night before. You looked around your bedroom for any signs that what happened was not a figment of your imagination, but you were disappointed when you didn't see any sign of House, the ice cubes or even the bottle of scotch in your bedroom. It was almost as if it had been a dream, or maybe a fantasy that had played out exceptionally well in your head.

You slowly stood up from your bed and walked over to your rugrat’s room to retrieve your kid from their crib and took them back to your bedroom. You settled down on your bed once again and only then did you realise that your kid had been fed, bathed and changed into day clothes, and you had an idea of who had chosen your sprog's garb for the day. Their bright blue T-shirt had printed on the front, matched with a pair of denim like pants and a cute pair of navy-blue Chuck Taylors. You nor your kid’s sitter would have dressed your kid like that, and you had to suppress a smile, but the sound of the sitter's voice filled your home and suddenly you weren’t as sure as you were two minutes ago.

So maybe last night was not all just a figment of your imagination… right?

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