Part 24- Take My Breath Away

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**explicit/mature chapter** 

Pacing anxiously around her apartment, Madelyn had piles of clothes thrown around her bedroom. She was looking for the right outfit for her date with House later tonight, and nothing in her closet seemed cute anymore. 

"What the fuck do I wear?" She shouted to her phone that was a little ways across the room. 

"I think House would prefer you in no clothes." Thirteen laughed, her voice coming through the phone. 

"I think that's probably true because he's low key perverted," Madelyn joked back, "really though, what would you wear?" 

"You have dated before, ya know?" Thirteen reminded her friend. Madelyn scoffed,

"I know, I know." Madelyn agreed, trying to talk herself at ease. She had dated several times, but only two of those relationships she considered to be serious. And, secretly, she hoped House would be around for the long-run. 

"Dude, just FaceTime me so I can get the full picture!" Thirteen enthused, still in disbelief that Madelyn liked House. 

Once the FaceTime call started and Madelyn adjusted the camera, she began trying on a couple outfits. Thirteen had little to no reaction to the first three, but she seemed pretty passionate about the fourth one: 

A smooth, black leather jacket with a rich, deep purple lacy camisole underneath paired with some leggings and black, embellished booties. In a frenzy, Madelyn pulled half her hair back with a claw clip and the style perfectly framed her face. 

"I love that one!" Thirteen cheered.

"Seriously? It's not too casual?" 

"House is not a fancy guy, Madelyn. It's perfect, trust me." 

Madelyn looked at herself in the mirror, and slowly ran her hands across her chest, her stomach, and across her thighs, imagining how House's hands would feel on her body. 

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Later that day at around 7:30 pm, Madelyn arrived at House's apartment. Her knock muffled by her gloves, Madelyn waited for House to open the door to no avail. 

Realizing the door was already unlocked, she knocked once more before entering the apartment. The space was more furnished than she expected, which wasn't to say that Madelyn expected House to live like a vagrant, but that he seemed like a minimalist. 

Madelyn hung her coat on his clothing rack in the entryway, and immediately caught sight of the big, black grand piano in the corner. She'd never even considered whether or not House had played music, and from the look of the piano and the shelves of records, he seemed to be a little artist of his own. 

"House?" Madelyn's voice seemed to echo. There was no response, but she did smell something coming from down the hall. She sauntered across the living room and found House cooking. 

"That's Greg to you." He responded with that adorable smirk across his lips. 

Madelyn walked beside him blushing, "Well, Greg, you didn't have to cook for me."

"Oh, I didn't. I just thought plugging in one of those wall fragrances would give the illusion that I was cooking," House corrected, "Kitchen spice? I think it's called..." 

"Perfect." Madelyn told him, giggling. She truly thought it was too, because it's just like House to do something like that. She loved his backwards way of doing things. 

House leaned down toward Madelyn's lips hoping to kiss them, but she quickly pulled away, 

"Not until you tell me what the real food'll be.." She teased. 

House's lips twitched at the ends forming a smile. About ten minutes later, a knock was heard at the door which was the pizza House had delivered for them both. 

"You got calzones too?" Madelyn asked sweetly

"I've seen you eat them before, and I overheard you telling Foreman how they were like inverted pizzas." House replied, handing her one slice of pizza and one slice of the calzone. 

Madelyn watched his hands hold out the food towards her and noticed just how thoughtful House could be. The two of them set up their dinner on the coffee table: the main course, some Italian salad that came as a side, and a bottle of white wine. House sat against the arm on one side of the couch, while Madelyn wanted to pick out something to watch. 

"Well, I have this if you're interested..." House said holding up a copy of Sweeney Todd the movie. 

Madelyn's eyes practically burst as did a smile, "I love that movie... but, how'd you-"

"I know you better than you think, Gilmore." House bragged handing her the movie so she could start it up. 

Madelyn thought back to the other day in Wilson's office when he brought up the doctor's soiree--House must've overheard them talking about theatre and music. Madelyn laughed as she slid the disc into the blu ray player thinking how House was old fashioned for still using physical copies of movies. 

"Damn, you're old." Madelyn guffawed, shaking her head. 

House bantered with her and patted the empty space next to him, "then you better sit your pretty ass down before my diaper explodes all over your area of the couch." 

Madelyn hurried over to the couch, sat, and couldn't resist cuddling up to him. She nestled up against House, his chest firm, soft, and warm all at once. She turned her head a little, so her nose was touching his shoulder as she noticed how he smelled of clean bourbon, amber, and bergamot. House smelled just as handsome as he looked. Madelyn sipped her wine, and pecked away at her food feeling comfortable and beyond content. 

House noticed how small Madelyn's frame felt against his body, as well as how beautiful she looked in his arms. He snaked one of his arms around her waist, his fingers resting on her upper thigh. He rested his chin on her head and kissed her hair gently as they watched the horror/musical in the cozy darkness of his apartment. The alluring scent of her floral and woody perfume enlivened something in House that solidified that this moment was real. 

Once the movie ended, the two of them laid in the silent darkness somewhere between their nerves and their magnetic desire for one another. 

"I just love how romantic murder and mystery is" House broke the silence. 

"How'd you know I liked that movie?" Madelyn whispered her eyes still stuck on the tv that was now rolling the credits, 

"Who doesn't like a love story with a side of death?" 

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The piano quickly lit up and sparkled as delicate notes sprung into the air from the keys. House began tinkering with the instrument, playing little melodies here and there as Madelyn swayed and harmonized beside him. The two of them were truly in perfect sync. 

"I had no idea you played piano." Madelyn gushed as she tapped a couple of the keys. 

"Apparently, you don't know everything about me." House replied matter-of-factly. 

Madelyn felt her hand moving closer, and closer to House's; her hand moving, what appeared to be on its own, reached House's bigger, stronger hand: 

"I want to know everything about you." Madelyn breathed, her voice of most sincerity as she watched his fingers come to a halt on the piano keys. 

"Nobody wants to know everything about another person." 

"I do."

"You do?" House asked, thinking she was kind of delusional. 

"I just," Madelyn paused thinking about how she wanted to say next, "want to know more about you. I really like what I know so far. And... I want to know more."

House took his hands off the piano and stood up to where he was now towering over Madelyn, 

"I think I know somewhere where I can tell you more." House informed his date who was eager to learn. 

House helped Madelyn off the piano bench, guided her down the hallway and into his bedroom. Almost immediately upon entering the room, House pinned Madelyn against the wall beside his door. Her body glued to the wall, Madelyn reached for House by pulling him by his belt and closer to her. 

"Are you going to tell me or show me, doctor?" Madelyn asked softly, her dark eyes electrified. 

House lifted her up and carried her to the bed, his hands gripping her ass tightly. He carefully set her on the bed, and leaned down to meet her lips which were hungry for his kiss. While the feeling was mutual, House wanted to make sure Madelyn was okay with taking the next step. 

"Yes, I want you." Madelyn whispered as she clasped her hands around House's neck. 

House finally allowed himself to release his inhibitions and fall into Madelyn's kiss. He began with her lips; he bit them insatiably before his tongue begged for entrance into her mouth. She accepted.

"So...bad..." Madelyn moaned, tossing her head back in exhilaration. 

House used this opportunity to leave sweet, hot, and messy kisses all over her neck with a couple hickeys for decoration. He nibbled on her earlobe, kissing her sweet spot that was directly below it earning a gratifying moan from Madelyn. 

"More" She ordered. 

"Anything you want"

House complied with her wishes and helped her remove her blouse and then her bra which he playfully unhooked slowly to build her anticipation. It took almost no time for House to reach her naturally large, pristine breasts: 

"Jesus." House said delightfully surprised. And right before House could grab ahold of them, Madelyn threw him on the bed, back against the mattress, and hopped on top of him. 

As she began to undo his belt, she teased him, "Not so fast. My turn." 

"You're awfully bossy, Dr. Gilmore. I like it," House complimented trying to grab her by the waist to pull her close. 

Madelyn repositioned herself, still on top of a bare-chested House, and used her fingers to stroke  ever so gently at his chest, down his sternum, and across his stomach. His trim, strapping build enlivened her, and she leaned down to kiss his tan, soft skin from his chest to the end of his happy trail near his V-line. 

She looked to House for permission to go further down his body and he nodded. Madelyn sucked her fingers deliciously, savoring the experience and the view of House's libido climbing. With his approval, she fished her hand into his pants, nearly beneath his boxers. 

"Not yet." House told her. 

His eyes glowed in the sultry dimness of his bedroom, and Madelyn slowly raised his arms and hands as if she were surrendering to the law. 

House sat upright again, and propped Madelyn on top of his lap while he massaged her hips and thighs imagining all the places he wanted to taste her. Madelyn leaned back against him so House's head rested atop her shoulder. Eager to feel her breasts, he huffed and groaned also she made it hard for him to resist as she began to rub herself against House's covered penis. 

"Is this okay?" He whispered in her ear, his breath breezing against her hair. 

Instead of directly answering her boss, she threw his hands on her breasts. Immediately, Madelyn felt him bulge against her panties that were growing wetter by the second. He salivated at the fact that even his hands weren't big enough to fully grasp them. 

She continued teasing him by stroking her fingers at his erupting erection. She softly rubbed herself against his boxers, and worked her hand into his pant that were quickly constraining his dick. House groaned, his breath chilling her bare skin.

With every bit of strength he could gather, House helped Madelyn off of his lap, and had her lay down with her back against the mattress. As her body laid flat before him, he slid on top and sucked her nipples, rubbing and pinching them. Ravenous, House made his way down to her torso, leaving wet kisses all over her belly. 

"Greg..." Madelyn moaned, desperate for more as she clawed his back. 

He continued kissing below her navel and patiently made his way to the space right above her panty line. House slipped Madelyn out of her panties, and noticed how soaked they were. 

"That's much better." House decided as he dragged Madelyn's body towards him by her feet.

 It was not even a second later that Madelyn felt House's warm breath on her exposed vulva. Madelyn clenched her thighs together slightly, trying to conceal how dripping wet he'd made her. But he wasn't a fool, and she couldn't hide it. 

She didn't put up much of a fight as her appetite could no longer be contained. Madelyn allowed him between her legs, which delighted House when he found her pussy drenched for him. He began kissing her clit and asked, once again, if she was okay. Madelyn had never felt more safe. 

As he plunged his tongue deep inside of her, Madelyn arched her back, whining at the compelling sensation of House's worship. Before she could catch her breath, House tore off his boxers, and drove his dick inside her. 

"Greg!" Madelyn howled, her hands tugging at the sheets. 

House groused as he advanced and thrusted himself in and against her. His dick was sopping and enormous. 

"Almost there!"House panted. 

"Oh my god!" Madelyn cried. 

House groaned loudly as he felt himself erupt inside of Madelyn whose body tightened. Their mouths ran dry, and their breathing thundered as each of them collapsed, hitting the pillows. 

House's eyes rolled back and he was practically chuckling at the shared ecstasy between them. Madelyn looked over at him, her lips puffy and pink, 

"Round two?" She joked. 

House turned to find her eyes, then reached to embrace her for what would be the rest of the night.  


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