𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄

fifteen: what they say about secrets

( allusions to smut + joint use (patient) )

{☀️🌩️}

Vickie awoke slowly, languidly being pulled from a nice dream by the feeling of rough lips planting kisses on her neck, her collarbone, between the valley of her breasts, her stomach, her hips, her thighs, her-

"Good morning." Came his smug voice, breath fanning over her innermost parts.

Vickie hummed and, without opening her eyes, carded her delicate fingers through his hair. She let her legs fall open a little more to give him space as she mumbled, "G'morning."

House chuckled, amused by her lazy form. She looked so comfortable like this; the morning sunlight hitting her naked skin perfectly through his window, illuminating all her curves. He lay on his stomach and relaxed his legs, one knee bend to keep himself steady while his other one -the painful one- was stretched out passed the edge of the bed. He was grateful for his kingsized bed, which made positions like this comfortable for his aching leg.

He leaned his head on her thigh, relaxing there as he watched Vickie slowly wake up. Her hand was still in his hair, those perfectly manicured fingernails scratching at the back of his head.

Both of them were still naked after last night's activities, now bathed in the morning sun and enjoying each other's presence. House had a hand against her hip, his finger drawing letters along her skin.

Vickie hummed, focusing on the contact as she tried to figure out what he was spelling, "Lulos?"

House snorted, "Lupus."

"I thought it was never lupus." Vickie quipped back with a smirk, causing House to chuckle. His breath fanned over her skin, causing goosebumps to rise. A second passed and House moved from using his fingers on her hip to use his lips again. This time, he kissed her thighs and her lower stomach, each time evading the one place she wanted -needed- him.

With a happy little sigh, Vickie let him explore as she relaxed back against the pillow. Her head shifted to look away from the window -feeling slightly attacked by the early morning sun shining right in her eyes. As she did so, her dark eyes found the alarm clock blinking on House's bedside table.

She shot upright, ignored House' little 'hey!', as her eyes widened. "Oh, my god! I'm so late."

House groaned and climbed further onto the bed to rest his head against his pillow, his eyes closing, "So?"

Vickie rolled her eyes as she scrambled from the bed to collect her clothing, "Well, while you might not care about work hours, I do. Besides, I had an appointment with Chase, like, half an hour ago."

That had House slowly raising himself onto his elbows, watching through bleary eyes and ruffled hair as his assistant got dressed. "With Chase?"

Vickie nodded and combed a hand through her rats nest of hair, trying to tame it all. She pulled up a pair of pale pink tights, House watching her thick thighs disappear beneath the fabric.

"Yeah, he wants to discuss..." she paused, noticing that House had stopped paying attention. His eyes were focused on her legs, which made her smirk. She giggled and crawled onto the bed, still only wearing the tights and a white crop top with silver sequins in little hearts patterned on top. She stopped until she was in front of him on the bed and kissed him. House smiled into the kiss, cupping her cheeks to bring her closer until she was laying atop of him.

Panting, Vickie leaned back to separate their lips -a small string of silva connecting them. "I really need to go."

House chased after her lips, mumbling against them, "Five more minutes?"