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Surprises and Consequences Chapter one
by Ellie Mae Hudson
Surprises and Consequences
Authors note: I do not own them, I do not speak for them and I do not make money from this. ( I WISH)
Alison slowly opened her eyes. The room looked slightly familiar she thought to herself. She slid the comforter down slightly to realise that she was naked. Ok, she thought well I must have had a good night. Someone coughed behind her and it all came rushing back to her in a montage or images.
She was unpacking boxes at her new house when she decided to go out and grab something to eat. Spotting the bar she walked in to find it rather crowded for a Wednesday night, thinking to herself that it was only four more days until she started her new job. Looking around for a moment she saw a spare stool at the bar that had just been vacated by someone.
Walking over she noticed he had not left a jacket on the stool. She looked to the man sitting in the next seat, she had seen him speaking to the man that was sitting there just before he had left.
"Is this seat empty?" She asked.
"Sure, fine go ahead." He said rather gruffly.
Ok then, she thought to herself. Charming, the only seat in the place and it had to be this one.
Getting the bar tenders attention she ordered a vodka and orange juice and asked for a menu. Receiving the asked for items within a few minutes she almost missed what the man said next to her.
"Sorry I didn't hear you over the music," she said leaning in to be heard.
"I just asked if you could pass the bowl of nuts over there." He asked pointing at the item in question.
"No problem." She answered as she passed the nuts.
They sat in companionable silence for a while until her meal arrived. His arrived with the same waiter.
She looked at what he had ordered and noticed that it was the same as hers, a burger and fries.
"Seems that we both have good taste," he said as he looked at their plates.
"It looked so good in the picture on the menu, this is a slight disappointment." Alison stated matter of factly.
"Maybe so, but it is still better than the place down the road. I ask for well done and my plate comes out mooing with horns still attached.."
"Well at least it's better than coming out meowing. I'm Alison. I just moved here, I appreciate the warning on the food options in the neighbourhood."
"Greg." He replied as they both started their meal.
They chit chatted during the meal and continued after the plates had been cleared away.
They both didn't go into much detail about themselves, it seemed to be unspoken where they were heading and details at this point complicated things. They both seemed to understand that they both had issues that they needed to forget about for a while, if not the whole night.
Alison couldn't remember exactly how it happened but she had gotten up to go to the bathroom and when she had returned he had paid her bill for her and was standing up holding out her jacket to him.
"If I may be so bold. I was wondering if you would like to go for a walk, the karaoke is about to start and if I stay I may be tempted to slit my wrists with the blunt butter knife. I only live a few blocks away if you would like some coffee?" He asked hopefully and it seemed nervously.
Alison, did not do one night stands. She hadn't been with a man since her husband had died a few years earlier.
Taking her pause for a knock back, he gave her back her jacket. "Well ill be off then."
"No, don't go. Sorry I just don't do this sort of thing. But a walk does sound like a good idea. It might clear my head a bit. If you don't mind that is."
Greg took the jacket back from her and held it open for her to put it on. "I don't mind at all."
"No promises though. Ok."
He nodded his understanding and reached over the stool that he had been sitting on to retrieve a cane.
Alison hadn't noticed before, and looked a little surprised.
"If it bothers you ill hail you a cab if you want to go home." He said motioning towards his leg. "I usually get a cab rather quickly, I just wave the cane around a bit and everyone gives up there spot. One bonus I suppose."
"No it doesn't bother me at all. I'm just surprised I didn't notice it earlier I am usually a very observant person." She said honestly.
As they were walking she realised that she lived in the same direction. They must not live too far away from each other.
They walked in silence for awhile. They studied each other as they walked.
Alison noted that he was defiantly a handsome man, older then her, in desperate need of a shave but he seemed genuinely nice. His limp wasn't slowing him down, the doctor inside her wanted to ask what was wrong, but she had to keep reminding herself that he didn't even know she was a doctor.
She wondered for a moment what he did, but pushed the thought out of her head. Now was not the time for asking, now was the time for enjoying each others company. Something she had been missing desperately for a long time.
"Alison, I just want to ask you one thing?"
She nodded for him to continue.
"You're not married or engaged or anything. I just noticed the ring. I'm not the adulterous type."
"No. I'm a widow actually. My husband died a few years ago. I just haven't been able to take it off. I know it sounds silly."
She stopped walking and turned to face him.
"Greg, I need to ask you something?"
He stopped and nodded for her to continue.
"I have never gone home with a guy I have just met before, I'm usually a very cautious person. But I just need to know if you can accept, no last names, no personal information, no false claims of commitment. Just you, me and tonite. That's all I ask. Can you live with that?"
He looked slightly shocked and then raised both his arms and placed each hand over either side of his chest.
"What's wrong?" Alison asked slightly worried that she had offended him somehow.
"Oh nothing, I was just checking that I hadn't grown boobs. Isn't it usually the man who gives that speech?"
Laughing at him Alison decided not to answer and to take it as an agreement to her terms.
He turned back in the right direction and held out his hand for her.
They reached his house a few minutes later. He unlocked the door and stood there watching her face for any emotions that would indicate that this was a bad idea.
She reached up and locked her arm around his neck, pulling him down to her level.
"Stop analysing and start kissing." She said as she brushed her lips gently against his.
He pushed the door open and groped for the light switch. Finding it he led her into the room.
The first thing she noticed was a baby grand piano taking up pride of place in the middle of the living room.
He took her jacket from her and hung it up next to his.
"Do you want a drink?" He asked looking like he wasn't sure what to do next. She could tell from how he was acting that he didn't do this often if at all either.
"No." She stated as she approached him. "Where's the bedroom?" She asked while she leaned into him feeling the first signs of arousal heating both their faces.
He pointed down the hallway, watching as she walked past him in the direction that he had indicated.
He locked the front door, and followed her.
When he entered his room he couldn't help but smile at the sight before him. She had obviously been waiting for him to follow.
Alison stood there slowly unbuttoning her top. Ever slowly revealing a purple lacy bra that hugged her exquisite body perfectly.
"I have never seen anything so beautiful." Greg said as he walked into the room and to her side.
He slowly ran his hand down the side of her face, cupping her cheek as he did. He hung his cane up on the bedside table, and started to take off his own clothes.
"No, let me go first." She asked as she pushed him towards the bed and pushed him to sit.
"Who am I to object." He stated as he sat down to enjoy the view.
After she had removed her top she pressed her body against his. Leaning down to kiss him she encouraged his hands to explore.
He undid the top button on her jeans, followed by the next and the next until he was able to peel them slowly down her hips. He revealed a matching g-string, purple and lacy.
She helped him take off her jeans, and stood before him in her underwear. Glad that she had chosen something nice before she left her house earlier.
"So beautiful. Smooth, beautiful, gorgeous." He mumbled under his breath as he kissed a path down from her neck to her stomach.
She reached down to relieve him of his dress shirt to reveal a Motley Crew t-shirt. Trying to hide a smirk at the item in question she quickly made light work of removing that as well.
He stood to help her with his own jeans and leaned down and captured her mouth in a searing kiss. One that she would remember for the rest of her life. Their tongues duelled for control as their hands explored every inch of each other.
The man behind her, Greg. Coughed again. Alison slowly looked over her shoulder to see him peacefully sleeping. She watched him sleep for a moment, he looked so peaceful. Alison had noticed him in a bit of pain last night and had seen him take some pills that seemed to help. She had looked at his leg during the night and had seen the scar that had ran from his knee to about five inches below his groin. She never asked, he never told.
Looking past the man asleep beside her she noticed the pills on his bedside table. Vicodin if she read the label correctly. He must be in a lot of pain to be carrying them around with him.
Shaking her head slightly she tried to focus on the problem at hand. If her watch was correct it was about five am. She had to get out of here before he woke up.
She wasn't feeling any guilt about last night which surprised her somewhat but she was the one that had made the rules. Alison had not intended to stay this long. She tried to stay awake after they had finished what she would forevermore refer to as the most satisfying night of her life but had obviously not succeeded. They had fitted together perfectly, literally and figuratively speaking. He was amazing and there was not much that he couldn't do, even with the pain in his leg.
Shaking her head again, she tried to focus her attention on leaving again. She quietly got out of bed and rounded up all of her clothes. Heading back out into the hallway she quickly found the bathroom and got dressed.
Alison found her shoes in the hallway and held them until she got outside. She looked into the bedroom where she had spent the night and watched the man sleeping in the bed for a moment. Turning to leave she spotted a pad and pencil, scribbling a short note she gathered up her jacket and purse and left, closing the door behind her.
Once outside she put on her shoes and walked the block or so home to have a shower and go back to bed.
Greg woke when he heard a door shut. It took him a few moments to realise who would be shutting his front door at this ungodly hour of the morning.
Alison. He allowed himself to be swallowed up by the memories of last night for a few minutes before he slowly got out of bed. His alarm would be going off in half an hour anyway and there was no way he was going back to sleep. He could smell her perfume still floating in the room as he looked around for his robe, he hoped it would linger for a while.
Walking into the kitchen he saw a slip of paper flapping under his coffee machine. Lifting the pot and pulling the paper out and read it.
"Greg,
Thanks.
Alison"
Short but straight to the point. He laughed out loud as he re read it. She must be a doctor because her writing is almost as bad as mine.
AN: I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please review as it keeps me writing. I hope to add another chapter very shortly.
I know someone is bound to say that House isn't his usual smart arsed self, but I have two answers to that. One is that I don't think he is an arse to everyone, especially to someone who he has just met in the following situation and the other answer is stiff shit it's my story and ill write him how ever I feel like.
Thanks
Elliemae
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Legal Disclaimer: The authors published here make no claims on the ownership of Dr. Gregory House and the other fictional residents of Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. Like the television show House (and quite possibly Dr. Wilson's pocket protector), they are the property of Fox Television, David Shore and undoubtedly other individuals of whom I am only peripherally aware. The fan fiction authors published here receive no monetary benefit from their work and intend no copyright infringement nor slight to the actual owners. We love the characters and we love the show, otherwise we wouldn't be here.
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