for House

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It takes a few days before Mac is really able to put weight on her foot again and even still, it's not a sexy heel like she prefers and a flat little flip flop instead. Still, she's happy to just be walking on it and that means she can cash in House's raincheck. She still doesn't know what his first name is, at all, and finds that she's not really bothered.

She'd found him earlier that day and asked him to meet her at The Winchester, since it was closer, and that's where she is now, nursing a drink.

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Mac grins at him a little and crosses over so she's standing close to the edge of the bed.

"How about I take off my everything and you just watch, hmm?"

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"Oh I knew I liked you," House said with a grin. He made himself a bit more comfortable, sliding back on the bed.

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Mac reaches behind her and unhooks her bra, twisting a little more than necessary so he does actually have something worth watching. She doesn't really have all that many layers for a striptease (and she's all legs and arms and not very graceful) but she can give it a good try. She drops it on the floor and tugs down the zipper on her skirt.

"Unfortunately my legs are probably the best part," she says, self-effacing and a little coy. "But what can you do?"

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She wasn't perfect, no. She wasn't young and flawless and almost unreal, she was just a normal, real sort of lovely. And House had always found that very appealing.

"They're certainly better than mine," he quipped. "Come here, I'm dying to get my hands on you."

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Mac blushes a little and crosses over to settle on the bed next to him. "Well, here I am all naked and exposed. Whatever will you do with me now?"

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House twisted a bit to put both hands on her waist, and lifted her up to put her on his lap, facing him. His upper body strength was pretty impressive, considering.

Then without a word he started to kiss her neck again as he slid one hand down her chest, towards the junction of her thighs.

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"See? And you thought I needed lowered expectations," Mac says warmly, voice trailing off into a sigh when she feels his hand slide down to her thighs.

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"Mmm." His fingers slipped between her legs in truth. "This bit I can do."

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"Uh huh." It's not the most eloquent response but he's distracting her and it feels really fucking good so she guesses he might forgive her for that one. If not, well, there was time for words later.

"It's good. Really good."

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"It's this thing about, like... surgeon's hands," House murmured against her neck. He had one arm wrapped around her still to brace her there on his lap, and his other hand continued working between her legs, one finger sliding just barely inside her.

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"Obviously I've been fucking the wrong professionals," Mac murmurs, letting her eyes drift shut so she can just concentrate on how she feels. "Lawyers are never this good."

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House snorted in response to that, and then kissed her again, sliding a finger all the way inside her, his thumb simultaneously rubbing circles on her clit.

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Mac thinks it's the kissing that makes all the difference. It's not like other men she has been with don't kiss but none of them seem to be as skilled or to like it as much as Greg seems to, which makes him interesting. Furthermore, it works her up in a way that nothing else really does. Of course, what he's doing with his hand doesn't hurt either.

She nips lightly at his lower lip. "Fuck, that feels good." There. Positive reinforcement at its finest.

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"Does it?" His voice was quiet, gravelly. "How good?" He started to fuck her with his fingers a little more thoroughly, his grip on her back tightening. "I want to see you come."

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"Not...going to be a problem," Mac promises, closing her eyes and biting down on her lower lip. "So close. So very close."

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"Good." He kissed her again, and kept at it. He felt pretty good about his skills in this area, at least. He could give decent head, too. He might have spend years celibate outside of prostitution, but prostitutes were actually pretty good at giving feedback if you asked them to.

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Mac isn't sure when, exactly, it shifted from feeling good to actually coming but she tries to mask the noise that comes out of her mouth by kissing him fiercely, teeth nipping at his lower lip and mouth pretty much desperate in an attempt to keep from screaming out loud.