Unchain My Heart

Not Coming Clean.

Damnit I thought. Why does it always have to be him? Is he everywhere?  I get out of my little trance and I see him eat half of my bagel, and I just stare at him with a blank face. Giving him the satisfaction that he interrupted my fact finding on getting a psychologist. We just glare at each other, that night repeating over and over again while I just look at him. I can tell there's something going on in his mind by the way his eyes squint here and there, indicating a thought about me. Well, at least I think it's about me. I break the silence first.

"What can I do for you House?" My bagel was about gone and he spoke with his mouth full, I couldn't understand what he was saying until I heard him swallow. My mind thought of something different when I heard him swallow. 'How the hell does House have such an impact on me after what he said and I almost killed myself?' I thought. I was pulled from my thoughts when I heard his voice clearly.

"Why are you looking at psychologists? Finally getting dirty with a shrink?" This is the power play. Now's the move. I think for a second before I open my mouth waiting for the perfect comeback.

"Here I thought I would just get dirty with you." That shook him back a bit. He wasn't expecting an answer like that, I bet he was expecting something along the lines of 'daddy's making me do it.' I'm still hurting inside after what he said, every time I look at him I can still hear the words flow from his mouth.

"That's what you want isn't it. Just for me to rip off your clothes-" He put his finger to his mouth and traced the cream cheese around his lips and put his finger in his mouth, putting his lips together and taking his finger out making a pop sound. I could feel my legs going numb again, but I know he's playing the game and how it's not real, this is just something for him to get a reaction out of me. But I have to play it like it's not true. He's put me through a dark hole and I don't have time for this, I need to get this information before Cuddy fires me. He started speaking again, "and pull you closer to me. Having our skin brush each other. " He's leaning in closer, so do I. I'm not letting him win this. I can feel his breathe on my lips, every part of me is numb. I'm pretty sure he can hear my heartbeat. He put his cane in between his legs, then it slowly made it's way to my part of the booth. I do nothing, he's just trying to get a reaction out of me. But we both know it's not gonna work. I could feel the heal of his cane hit my leg and it advanced up to my lower part of my thigh. I, still not letting him win, And by his facial expression I could tell he thinks he is. Jokes on him, I have some tricks up my sleeve.

"How do I know you don't want me to run my hands through your hair?" I whisper to his ear, feeling the shiver going down his back. "Sit on your lap, your hands on my waist, pulling me in closer, letting my lips kiss your neck-" I moved back a little bit, seeing the look on his face. It had a smirk written all over it and I could tell that got to him. "But the other night, the one that started this game," I grabbed a napkin and Brought it up to my lips. Wiping them slowly, but steady. He was still glaring at me. I reached into my laptop case and pulled out my chapstick, never leaving his eyes. I let the chapstick smear across my lips, then I close my eyes slowly and give my lips a small pop. I opened my eyes back up, letting him take the sight of me winning. "I could feel the way you wanted it to end. You didn't wanna leave, you wanted to rip off my clothes and tell me that 'I'm the only who could make you feel like this'. and let me tell you something House. I would've let you." House: 0. Kallo: 1. And he knew that. I moved my back to sit in a good position, I still could feel his cane on my thigh, and it moved back up to my upper leg. Giving it the allowance of putting it almost between my legs. Now I'm thinking this is getting a little too far. It almost went in between my skirt. I accidentally let out a soft sound. 'Damnit', now he's gonna think you want him. My eyes went to his, and he smirked. House pulled his cane back and slid across the booth getting out. My eyes went to stare at the painting in front of me. Not wanting to look at him. He got out and stood, bending down to my ear, breathing against my neck. I closed my eyes when I heard his voice deepened, and oh god was it sexy.