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"Waiting for House to leave Cuddy's office I sit in the adjoining room to his office. Sitting with Foreman, Cameron, and Chase. 

"So you're going to be in charge of this case?" 

"Yes, Giles' doctor used to be my mentor. Cuddy trusts me to just stick to the pneumonia." 

"House is going to love this." 

Cameron and Chase share a glance as they smirk slightly. 

House gets back into the room and sits down as we think of a differential diagnosis. 

"What are his sats?" Foreman asks as he turns around from the clear white board. 

"Staying in the 90s with a canula." 

"Coughing up much sputum?" 

"Almost none, he seems to be stabilized." 

House is rubbing his cane on his forehead as he as the rubber end above him, the rest of the cane resting on his forehead as he sits there. 

"Dr. House is anything back from micro?"

"Not yet, you gonna fire me?" He moves the cane to his shoulder as he looks at Foreman. 

"You can make up for it by washing my car." 

Smiling gently as House gives us a glance he smirks to himself. "This is fun." 

"Let's just keep him on the broad spectrum antibiotics, and since he's displaying septic physiology draw some blood for adrenal and thyroid function." 

Chase and Cameron close their files and get ready to leave, standing up, only to stop as House keeps his feet on the table in front of them. 

"What about the paralysis?" 

"We're sticking to the pneumonia." 

House smirks slightly. "Well you certainly are, boss. Like a wet tongue sticks to dry ice." 

Cameron and Chase sit down as I sip my coffee watching the show. A swirling in my stomach from watching the pissing contest in front of me. House always loves setting his boundaries, proving he's the bigger man, the better doctor. 

Crossing my legs under the table, I go back to listening to them bicker. 

"The paralysis is already been diagnosed by Dr. Hamilton, its ALS." 

"Lou Gehrig's disease, its a lovely diagnosis. They make movies about it. No tests, no treatment, its a disease of exclusion." 

"Because Hamilton has excluded everything else." 

"I haven't" House moves his legs off the table in front of him. Getting up and taking the marker from Foreman. 

"What else could it be?" 

"Guillain-Barre, which would be reversible." 

"Excellent." He goes to write it down, Foreman stops him. 

"No, the progression of the paralysis would be symmetric. This wasn't." 

Cameron speaks up. "Transverse Myelitis." 

"Hamilton tested for it, negative. And he was negative for masses and AVM." 

"Antibodies could be attacking the nerves. Multi focal motor neuropathy." Chase speaks up. 

House nods slightly as he's enjoying this. "Uncommon, but it fits. It's also treatable. Did Hamilton try putting the guy on IVIG?"

"No, because the MRI showed-" 

"Let's do an MRI of our own." 

Cameron and Chase get up, before Foreman turns to them. "Guys, it's my case." He turns back to the board. "ALS fits, it even predicts the pneumonia. Paralysis is progressive." 

"it's a death sentence." 

"That doesn't make it wrong." 

Everyone leaves to run the tests Foreman wants done, I get up and follow House to his office. He turns to look at me before stopping, letting me run into him slightly as he looks down at me. 

"You're giving that look." 

"What look?" I chew on the inside of my cheek, trying to keep from smirking. 

"The one you give me just before you ride me into the sunset." He smirks as his eyes scan me. 

"Why would I give you that look?" 

"Because you just watched the pissing contest Foreman and I had. I know you enjoyed it, I saw you shift in your seat." 

Looking away he hums lowly at me, getting the answer he wanted. Putting  hand on my cheek he turns me to look at him. He leans down to kiss, me but stops a few centimeters away from me, before whispering. 

"Too bad you said no more in the office." 

He pulls away and goes to sit at his desk, making me cold. Looking at him as I put my hands on my hips. "Since when do you have self control?" 

"Since toying with you is fun." He puts his bad leg on the desk, elevating it before he plays with his grey and red fabric soft ball. 

Walking over to him, putting my hand on his right thigh, massaging the muscle a little as House's mouth falls open and he brings in a breath, dropping his ball. I lean forward towards his ear, letting him to get full view of my cleavage and down my shirt. 

"Two can play at that game, Greg." Massaging his leg for a second before nibbling at his ear, I pull away his jaw slacked open as he looks at me, his blue eyes scanning my body as I stand up straight. Before I can step away his hand grabs my wrist and I'm pulled into his lap his left hand grabbing my thigh and his right hand grabbing my ass. 

"Something you'd like to say?" 

He looks up at me, a small smirk on his lips as he eyes my lips for a second. Letting me go, I make sure to rub my ass against him as I turn to get up, a small sound leaving his mouth as he watches me. 

"You're going to be in so much trouble when we get home." 

Smirking I leave his office, swaying my hips as I do. Bending over to grab something that fell of the shelf and putting it back. Making sure he got a good look. Opening the door and walking towards the elevator. 

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Getting into the apartment, House throws his cane on the floor as he pushes the door closed with his foot. Smirking as I try and get around him, only for him to grab me and pull me towards him. He walks me towards the piano as he holds a hand on his leg. Knowing he probably aggravated it when he was quick to grab me. I smile to myself as I look at him. 

His hands hold my hips tightly as he presses his hips into mine, keeping me pinned. Before I can ask what he's doing, his mouth finds my neck. His stubble scratching the soft skin as his mouth hungrily roams it. Planting kisses and leaving marks here and there, I hold onto his arms tightly. His left knee goes between my thighs and rubs against me as I give a small noise. Feeling him smirk against me I close my eyes. Knowing I would be in for it now. 

He pulls my jacket off of me and throws it somewhere. Untucking my blouse from the inside of my skirt, I bite my lip as that's thrown across the room. He picks me up and puts me on the piano, watching as he takes his own blazer and shirt off before stepping over to me again, his hands on my waist as he kisses me. Being at almost eye level with him I bite my lip before I kiss at his chest. Scratching at his shoulders and pulling on his hair he gives me a couple of groans himself. 

He takes off his pants before he kneels and takes my heels off, rubbing my feet slightly as he knows how much they hurt at the end of the day. Smiling at him my eyes half lidded he looks up at me before standing again and wrapping his arms around me, kissing me deeply. The slight hunger still in his kisses before I get down from the piano, his hands snaking around me as he holds me close, unzipping the skirt and letting it fall. Stepping out of it, he spins me around and bends me over the piano, gasping from the cold material. 

He finishes taking off the rest of our clothes, the clip coming out of my hair as he removes it. Shaking my hair and letting it fall, the strands framing my face as he leans over me. His length eager as it pushes against me slightly. Wiggling my hips at him, he pins them down against the piano, his voice low and breathy in my ear. 

"You're going to listen to me." 

Biting my lip again, I look at him as his hand moves my legs apart, putting his fingers against me as he rubs them into my folds. 

"Always so wet for me." 

Lining himself up he's inside with one quick thrust. Holding onto the piano as I shake slightly I can hear him chuckle for a second before he grabs my hair pulling on it. Making my head go back slightly I smile to myself as he moves. Bending backwards as I was as he had me pinned against the piano, the moans came out of me with little resistance. He was rough with his movements. 

Panting from what he was doing, his free hand grabs my hip tightly before it comes around and grabs one of my breasts squeezing it slightly as I can hear his breath through his gritted teeth. 

"Fuck, House~" 

"What do you think I'm doing?" 

He leans down as he holds me in place, flicking his hips at me as he kisses my shoulder. He's rough and yet still gentle. He knows my limits and never pushes them too much. Holding onto his arms as I lean back to kiss him, he returns it before nibbling on my ear. 

"I know you're close, cum all over me." 

It didn't take much to persuade me in doing that. Screaming his name, I shake and twitch as I do what I was told. With a few more hard thrusts he does the same before holding me up as my legs shook. He chuckles slightly before he kisses me. Guiding me to the couch before he cleans us both up and kisses me again. Laying on the couch he pulls me on top of him, playing with my hair and kissing my forehead. He may not look like it, but he always does the best aftercare.