You are mine, and I am yours (Gregory House)

Chapter 9

1979
Greg and Reilly moved into their new apartment two weeks before the fall term started. Then they went to the local grocery store and stocked up on food.
Once all the furniture was in place and the beds made, Reilly cooked their first dinner. She made baked chicken, baked potatoes and fresh green beans. Greg insisted they boil the used dishes and silverware before they used it. So, once dinner was cooked and the table set, Reilly called Greg to the table.

He came into the small kitchen sniffing deeply. "Oh, that smells good," he told her as he sat down. "You need to teach me how to cook something besides cereal and peanut butter sandwiches."

"How about this?" she asked. "You'll be in charge of washing the dishes and I'll do the cooking."

"I can do that," he mumbled around a mouthful of chicken.

"We need to come up with a system for the bathroom and a way to let me know when you've got a girl up here, too."

"Well, our first classes aren't until eleven and I go running in the morning-" he began.

"Wait! You go running in the morning? Why didn't you tell me? I go running every morning, too."

"Then after our morning run, you can have the shower first so long as you don't use up all the hot water," he told her. "And I'll just go wherever the girl happens to live and have sex there. Works out better anyway. Then I don't have to give her the boot in the middle of the night. I can just come home."

"Home," Reilly smiled. "This is our home."

"Oh, jeez. This isn't going to be a thing, is it?"

"No, meanie. I've just never had my own bedroom before. There was always a baby or two in it."

"What's Smug think about this?" he asked.

"Well, he isn't exactly thrilled and he wants me to put locks on my bedroom door to keep you from sneaking into my bed. But, we aren't married yet so I still get to decide all by myself what I do."

"What am I supposed to do when you two are in your room doing the nasty?" he asked.

"We're not. We're waiting until we get married."

Greg started to laugh loudly. Reilly reached across the table and pinched him.

"You're not getting married for six years!" he chortled. "You really think he's going to wait that long?"

"If he truly loves me he will," she said defensively. "Sex isn't everything."

He shook his head and took a huge bite of baked potato. "Sex is everything."

Reilly mumbled something and Greg cupped his hand around his ear. "Say again?"

"I don't like sex," she said clearly and focused on her plate. Pushing a clump of green beans around, she frowned. Every time she thought about it, that unpleasant feeling in the chest reappeared.

"You've only slept with two immature idiots who were only concerned with getting off," he told her. "I just hope Smug knows what he's doing when the time comes."

"He's an excellent kisser." She defended her fiancé.

Greg glanced at her and then finished his dinner. Leaning back in his chair, he looked at her speculatively. "Maybe you like girls?"

"Oh, you'd love that, wouldn't you?"

He nodded eagerly. "Especially if you let me watch."

She reached out to pinch him again but he jumped up and away from her. He slid around her and began to put dishes in the sink.