Chapter 11

"Do you want to take your vagina for a test drive now?"

Molly looked around in the hall to see if there was anyone else, but there wasn't. "Can I at least get inside first?"

"Okay. If you must." House opened the door to his apartment.

Molly stepped inside, looked around and then walked over to the couch to sit down. "Mind if I sit, I feel a little tired."

"Sure. But, you don't have to ask. This is your home too…for a week. Now, about that trial run?"

"Greg, I just said I'm a little tired. I lost a lot of blood and my lung still isn't clear. Can we have a 'get to know my environment' day before we start the experimentation?"

He sat down on the couch at the other end and put his leg up. Leaning forward he pulled her in between his legs and up onto his chest where he cradled her in his arms. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you. I'm glad you came to the hospital. If you hadn't I might have taken Harlan back. He came by again and did some really heavy begging."

House kissed the top of her head. "Yeah, when I went over to get some things for you, he wasn't too happy--kept telling me to get the hell out. I didn't spend too long in there, I remembered that you had guns."

Molly laughed, "And Harlan is a police sniper."

"Crap! You could have told me that before I went over!"

"Never crossed my mind. He's a decent guy. He wouldn't go psycho on you."

House wasn't really listening; he was just relishing the feel of her lying on his chest, the smell of her herbal shampoo and the knowledge that she was really there, with him. The whole scenehad his heart in overdrive and for once he felt a genuine smile of happiness cross his lips.

"Molly, stay with me. Stay for good."

She lifted her head and looked into his eyes. "Let's take it one week at a time."

"Don't you want this?"

"More than you do."

He chuckled, "I doubt that."

"I don't. You know there's always someone in a relationship that loves the other person more."

He raised up on his elbows to look at her. "Yeah, well, I'm that one."

Molly rolled her eyes. "You're the one willing to walk away the other day."

"Yeah, and I ran back with my tail between my legs because I knew I needed you."

There was a knock on the door. Molly sat up and House managed to untangle himself from her. "Probably a Jehovah Witness."

House opened the door and made a face.

"I just thought I'd come over and see how you were doing and to ask whether you were coming back to work on Monday?" Lisa Cuddy stepped in wearing a low-cut blouse under her silk short cropped Navy suit with red high heels. She gave Molly the once over and then looked back at House.

House frowned, "Lisa Cuddy, my boss, this is Molly Collins. Molly is living with me now."

Cuddy was clearly surprised and hurt. She swallowed hard, gave Molly a polite smile and turned back to House. "Well, congratulations. Are you back on Monday?"


"Fine. I'll get going then. Stop by my office on Monday to fill out the forms for your return." She fiddled a little, clearly wanting to say something privately to House.

Molly stood up. "Greg, I need to use the restroom, where is it?"

House pointed, "End of the hall."

Molly politely left the room and closed the door to the bathroom.

"Living with her?" Lisa said, her eyes narrowed. "Where did you meet her?"

"The insane asylum."

"What? You met her in Mayfield? Are you crazy?"

"Not anymore…or at least according to my shrink." House knew what was really bothering her. "Look, I'm attracted to you--always have been, probably always will be—but we were never going to make it. We both have this idea of what the other is like or what the other will do. If I hooked up with you there'd be no reason to change, you'd chalk up anything I do to me being me. And I'd know I could torture you as much as I wanted because, for some reason, you'd let me. Find someone who won't make you feel as worthless as I do."

She said nothing, but he could see the tears starting to well up.

"Ah crap, don't cry. You know I'm right."

She wiped her tears. "That's why I'm crying."

House stepped forward, and to her surprise, he hugged her. "Lisa, you've got nice breasts and lots of booty, some men really like that. Go forth and bootify. You'll find someone."

She snickered, pulled away, nodding reassuringly. "I'll be okay. I've got Rachel."

House saw Cuddy to the door and then went back to the bathroom. "You can come out now."

Molly opened the door and looked out behind him down the hall. She leaned on the door, "Why didn't you tell me you have a girlfriend?"

He shook his head, "I don't. We had a flirtation, it's over. Although she's probably going to have a hard time getting me out of her system. I'm like plaque…I stay there until you rotor router me out of your arteries."

Molly rolled her eyes and stepped out of the bathroom. "She has feelings for you."

"It'll pass."

Molly slipped her arms around his waist and put her head on his chest. "I'm hungry."

"Well, if we just tried out your plumbing first, you'd work up a real appetite." He put a long, warm arm around her shoulders and guided her into the kitchen, pointing up to the cupboards.

"No, I want to eat…maybe soup?"

"Surprisingly, I have soup here." He opened the cabinet door to reveal two full shelves of soup cans. He kissed her ear and then made a grand gesture to the cupboards. "What's your poison?"

"Tomato? Cream of Mushroom?"

He looked through the cans, but couldn't find tomato or mushroom soup. "Ah, how about chilli? I've got a can of that."

"Beans for our first night together?" They both laughed. Molly shrugged, "I'm game if you're game."

He wiggled his eyebrows and pinched her on the butt. "Pay attention. This is where the plates are…here's the silverware, condiments…over here are the soups. The peanut butter is in the frig along with the beer. Make me out a list and I'll get you whatever you want at the grocery store tomorrow."

She wrinkled her brow. "I don't think so. You need to take me to the store with you. Your idea of stocking the frig tends to mean four different kinds of beer. Your kitchen is obviously in need of some real nutrition."

"Well, here's the chilli and over in that cupboard is the box of crackers."

Molly opened the door and got out the crackers while House heated the chilli in the microwave. They sat down at the island in the middle of the kitchen and ate from their bowls. House finished and looked around.

"I'm still hungry. Want a peanut butter sandwich?"

"No. I'm okay, but I think I'll go take a nap. Mind if I use the bed?"

"Mi bed es su bed."

Sighing she corrected him, "Mi cama es su cama."

"Yeah, that too."

She went over to the bags they had brought in and scrounged around for her toiletry bag.

"What are you looking for?" He asked.

"My toothbrush."

"There's a new one in the linen closet in my bathroom."

"Oh, okay." Molly went back, brushed her teeth and then wandered into the bedroom where she surveyed her surroundings. Things were messy, but there had obviously been a valiant attempt to make the bed. When she pulled the duvet back, she realized that there were clean sheets on the bed. She had secretly hoped that the sheets would smell of him and make it easier for her to sleep, but then she also appreciated the fact that he had changed the sheets just for her. Molly wondered if there had been a need to change the sheets. Had there been a woman over the night before? She doubted it. She honestly believed that House was in love with her and this was his way of showing it.

He came to the door and watched as she took off her shoes, socks and jeans, crawling under the sheet after she was done.

"Nice sheets. Nice and cool against my legs. Do you want to join me? Take a nap?" She gave him a sweet, come hither look.

House kicked his shoes off, undid his buckle and took off his jeans and t-shirt. He crawled in behind her and put his arm over her body as she spooned into him, pushing her butt into his groin.

He backed up slightly away from her. "You do that and we're going to be trying out your plumbing in a few minutes."

The feel of his arm around her triggered a deep relaxation and almost immediate sleep. As he pulled back, she simply followed until his groin molded around her hips and cheeks again. She didn't notice the bulge as she drifted into a deep, restful, sleep. When she woke, she was still spooning him, but he was asleep now. The feel of the hair on his thigh and groin next to the smoothness of her ass was erotic. She looked over her shoulder at his face. The deep lines, light brown eyelashes, and wide, cupid's lips were highlighted by the rough cover of his beard. Studying it, she noted that it consisted of a mixture of dark gray, white gray and some brown, although the brown was losing the battle to the gray. She remembered when she first met him; he had shaved his head, giving him a rougher look around the edges. Still, she thought he was handsome and in better shape than ever after three months of therapy.

Sitting up, she thought for sure that he would wake up from the movement, but he didn't. As she studied him, Molly felt a strange mixture of being safe with the apprehension that this might not last. She wanted it to last. She wanted him to be the one to bring her back from the blackness of the hole she had lived in for the last six months. Molly wanted to live, not just exist. Greg House made you examine your life, your surroundings, your motives. He had done more to make her come out of her hell than her shrinks. She reached out and touched a strand of his hair.

House opened his eyes and followed the lump in the sheets up to her shoulders and then her face. "Did you sleep at all?"

Nodding, she continued to play with his hair. "You're losing your hair."

He grimaced, "And you're losing your appeal."

She giggled. "You know, I think I'd like to take the old girl out for a spin."

He put his hand on her knee as an act of comfort. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. But, we'll need a lot of lubrication, I have a feeling I might be too nervous to make much of my own."

"Let's set the stage…" He got up, grabbed a tube of KY Jelly from his bathroom, lit a single candle and turned on the CD player, a Barry White song started up. He grabbed the t-shirt from the floor and used it to wipe under his arms.

Molly rolled her eyes. "Wow, this is so romantic. It's the candle…makes the entire mood for the room." Actually the candle could hardly be seen because the bedside lamp was on.

"I knew if anyone appreciated my moves you would."

"Thank God I like your body smell or that little t-shirt action would have turned me off."

He crawled back on the bed and lay down on his side. Pulling her down from where she was sitting, he ran his fingers through her short hair and around the outside of her ear. He had to smile. She had closed her eyes to let the sensations of his fingers running along her skin sink inside. Scooting closer, he put his nose to hers then kissed her lips softly. His hand continued down over her shoulder to the hem of her t-shirt where he slipped his fingers along the edge of the hem and over the protrusion of her hip bone just above her bikini briefs.

She giggled, "It tickles."

He loved when she giggled, it sounded so girly. He kissed her lightly again. Sliding his hand under the t-shirt, he slipped his warm fingers up under the shirt along her hot, smooth skin. The curves and feel of her body caused things to stir in his crotch.

Molly could barely stand it. The smell of the cherry-apple candle mixed with his unmistakable smell, the sound of the music, the delicate touch of his fingers, his uneven breath…it was causing her entire body to quiver and her groin to ache to be filled.

House touched her just below her breasts as his head bent down and he put his mouth up to the t-shirt covering her breast. He licked the tip of her nipple which protruded slightly through the cotton of her t-shirt. Molly pressed her lips to the crown of his head and moaned.

"Greg, that feels so good."

He wanted to tell her that it felt good to him too, but that would mean taking his tongue off her nipple and he didn't want to do that. Pushing her t-shirt up, House took her breast in his hand and started to lick and suck the plump orb. He continued to lick down the middle of her abdomen until he reached the happy face bikini panties. A part of his brain wanted to make a comment on the irony of happy face bikinis on a psych patient, but that would break their concentration and he knew he had to do this just right to ease her fears.

The t-shirt was pulled over her head as delicately as his fingers and his restraint would allow him. Free from the shirt, he watched as her round breasts bounced back into place. They were beautiful. The breasts weren't large, but they certainly weren't small. He couldn't resist anymore—he dove into her cleavage, rubbing his nose back and forth, bouncing her breasts in different directions.

"Greg?" She was amused by his sudden playfulness.

"Sorry, couldn't resist. They're just so perky."

"So I've been told."

He snapped his neck to look up at her. "By whom?"

"By just about every guy I've…can we concentrate on touching, sucking and licking?"

He grinned and quickly slipped his hand into her panties, running his fingers through the curly hair and down to her slit. As he continued, he determined that she was moist, not wet, but definitely getting there. He wanted to take matters into his own hand, bury his head between her legs and hurry the process up, but he knew that what she didn't need was any fast, unanticipated moves, so he continued to encircle and play between her legs with his fingers.

Molly could hardly catch her breath, the pleasurable sensations were starting to build quickly, but she was also having trouble keeping her past from intruding. She was trying desperately to keep her mind here in bed with Greg and not allow it to wonder back to that month of hell. It was hard; flashes of his face were piercing through her concentration on House's touch. Molly looked down at House as he continued to rub her and suck on her breasts. The feel of his face, the rough beard burning slightly, brought her back again. The feelings were undeniably pleasant. He certainly knew how to send the right signals. Her body was tingling all over and the blood was rushing to all the right place. Everything between her legs were aching for him.

"Greg, what do you like?"

"Mija, just let me take care of you for now. Believe me, I'm enjoying this immensely."

"You speak Spanish?"

"And five other languages. Now how do you like this?" His fingers finally ran the groove of her slit and then slid slowly inside of her. He had to admit he was curious about whether she felt different inside. House's fingers probed more than they rubbed, like the moves of a clinician rather than a lover. Molly noticed the difference in his rhythm and his touch, causing her to freeze and tense up. Feeling the tension in her body, House pulled back a little.

"Well doctor?" Molly said sarcastically. "Have you finished the exam?"

She had caught him. "Molly, I just wanted to make sure it would be comfortable for you. Whoever did your surgery; did a great job."

Nodding, she looked up at the ceiling. House could feel the moment slipping away. He reached up and kissed her, not with passion, but with a deep, deep love. Molly responded easily, reaching around him and pulling him into her body. When the kiss ended, House slid his hand over her belly and between the warm bulge of her thighs. Rubbing again, this time Molly concentrated on the kiss and how much feeling he had put into it. The sensations multiplied and she soon found herself rubbing against his hand. Slipping his fingers inside, this time he kept up the rhythm and made sure she was being pleasured.

Molly grabbed onto his shoulders as the congestion in her groin increased. "Greg, I want you to try."


She chuckled, "Try to make love to me, please."

"You mean—" He could feel a welcomed response in his groin to just the suggestion. "You want me to enter you?"

"Yes. Now, I want you inside me."

House thought about straddling her, mission style, but quickly decided that being on top of her would remind her too much of what had happened. He rolled on his back and then grabbed his erection. "Hop on. I want to see those perky breasts bounce when I screw you."

Molly straddled House and, as he held his erection and aimed in between her legs, she lowered herself down onto his shaft. There had been no need for KY Jelly. Molly's body had responded with enough lubrication to make them both comfortable.

She could feel some edges where there hadn't been any, but it wasn't unpleasant, just strange. Leaning forward she was able to rub herself against his shaft each time he entered her, sending a tingling that flashed up from her womb. Feeling her orgasm swelling, her mouth dropped open and her breath grew shallow. She could see House, his concentration was on where they were joined, the view of him penetrating her. He had his hands on her waist and was lifting and pushing her up and down on his shaft over and over. When her body responded with contractions in her vagina, House looked up into her eyes, his mouth opened wide.

She screamed, "Yes, yes. Oh my God, Greg! More, more, harder."

He slammed up into her as his own climax grabbed his balls, the sensation of ejaculating into her hit his head like a pleasant ice cream headache, causing him to go blind. He screamed out and bucked up several times. As the orgasm died, he grabbed around her back and pulled her down to him.

Between his deep breaths, he managed to get out. "I think it's functional."

She howled with laughter. "Oh yeah, I'd have to say we have lift-off."

"Molly, I'm so proud to be your inaugural run."

"Thank you, sweetie. I'm glad you could join me on the ride."

They stayed locked together for a few minutes and then Molly rolled off and started to cry.

House turned on his side, "Molly?"

"It's not bad…I'm just so relieved, so happy. You're off drugs and your leg is better. My vagina is a little odd, but still works. I managed to get through sex without freaking out. I'm forging a relationship with a man who is half nuts himself and I just feel like I'm alive again."

"I admit; I haven't felt this hopeful in a long, long time. But, do me a favor."


"Don't tell Wilson, he likes to rescue me. He'd probably kill himself if he knew I didn't need to be rescued from myself anymore."

Molly laughed and put a hand on his cheek. "I don't know where this is going, but I'm glad I'm going with you."

I think we should go to the bathroom and have a really long shower where I wash your breasts and soap up your ass."

"That sounds good."

As they made their way into the bathroom, Molly barely heard the television in the living room. "You forgot to turn the television off." Molly said as she monitored the temperature of the water.

"Ignore it." He said.

Nodding she climbed into the warm shower.

"…Trenton Police Chief Edwards confirmed that tonight's homicide in Plainsboro was probably the work of the Trenton Mauler, who has now killed four women and left another for dead. The police have…"

The End.

Dear Readers, I hope you enjoyed this...I know, you wonder about the Trenton Mauler, but right now I have not written a sequel. I'm still writing Gal Friday. I wanted you to still have questions, but most of all, I hope I made the romance between these two damaged people believable. Thank you!