You want me to Date You?

Chapter Twenty Nine

AN: I know that this chapter isn't super long but I wanted to give you guys a chapter of this story that you guys love so much. Happy Reading!

Foreman and Chase dealt their warning to Michael when they told him he would be having an LP done. It didn't seem to have the effect that they wanted. During the LP Chase decided to play the 'good cop'. HE looked down at Michael as he prepared his back. "How are you holding up?" he asked. "I know what you were told earlier is scary but-"

"I couldn't tackle the bear!" Michael pleaded as he turned and grabbed Chases arm, "They took my stain!"

House looked over to the bathroom door as he heard the sound of the shower turning off, distracting him from the tv show that he'd found on the small television that sat in their room. "Everything okay in there?" he asked, just loud enough for his voice to be heard, hearing Cameron laugh in response.

"I'm fine Greg."

Using first names... wonder what's going on in her mind, he thought as he adjusted himself to sit up against the headboard of the bed. "Are you sure? I could always be of assistance you know."

Allison opened the bathroom door, still wrapped in her towel, and leaned against the doorframe. "How much assistance could you give me?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow at him. She watched as his eyes grew wide and he quickly moved to sit on the edge of the bed, which only made her giggle.

"As much as my lady desires," he replied.

"Your lady?" she asked with a smirk as she walked up to him, but stayed just out of his reach.

House grinned wryly. "Of course. You are my lady aren't you?" he teased.

"Yes I am," she replied with a giggle as he lunged out to grip her around the waist and pull her to stand between his legs, making her let out a squeak of surprise. Allison ran her hands though his hair as he rested his head on her stomach and stared into her eyes. "You're awful cuddly tonight," she murmured.

"Nothing wrong with that I hope," he answered softly.

She smiled down at him and shook her head. "Not at all."

House stood then and ran his hands up her sides to rest on her upper back. "Good," he whispered before he leaned down to press his lips against hers. He felt her respond instantly as she wrapped her arms around his neck to bring him closer to her. His hands moved to untie her towel just as his cellphone began to ring on the night stand.

Allison made a sound of frustration and dropped her head to his shoulder, making him chuckle. "You might want to get that," she grumbled.

"If I must," he replied as he leaned to the side and answered the phone. "House."

"You're on speakerphone," Foreman responded on the other end of the line.

House pulled Allison to his chest and continued to run his free hand up and down her back. "How did the LP go? Condensed version please."

Chase scooted closer to the speaker and cleared his throat. "Preliminary results are some kind of infection, which... narrows it down..."

"From infinity," House interrupted just as he pulled away from Allison's tender kiss.

"At the rate his organs are deteriorating, he's got maybe a day or two," Foreman added.

House sighed as he felt Allison nip at his jaw, then at his neck. "Ok! Well, call me back when you have something." He pulled the phone away from his ear and quickly kissed Allison deeply, his free hand moving to grip into her hair, when he faintly heard Chase before he could hang up.