"You have a fungo shaped birthmark on your inner thigh." House stated as he traced his hand up and down Ariel's bare skin. She ran a finger over his arched eyebrow. He looked up at her and leaned in to baciare her mouth. She smiled once they broke apart. He turned on his side and brought the blankets up to cover them both.
"I don't usually rush in to sex. Just to let te know." Ariel detto with a smirk.
"I know...but I'm glad te did this time." He detto with his ever present smug gaze.
She dropped on her side and traced his prickly beard. He closed his eyes and gave in to her gentle touch.
"You really like my facial hair."
"I like it...just not in certain areas of my body." She laughed. He smirked while his eyes still remained closed.
"I don't remember much complaining."
"Well, of course in the heat of the moment it's great. However, it is the beard burn that follows that makes one reconsider the whole delicious practice."
He opened his eyes and swiftly pulled her on superiore, in alto of him. She squealed at the sudden action.
"I'll trim it down in that case." He detto as he kissed her deeply and began to trace circles on her back. She grinned and reached her hand down between them.
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House awoke in the middle of the night to the smell of lavender. He turned on his side to reach for Ariel but found her side empty. Getting up, he threw on his accappatoio, vestaglia and pulled down his cane from the wall.
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Ariel was wearing nothing but House's rumpled rosa collared camicia as she stirred her lavender tè with one hand and wrote down her newest chapter idea with the other.
"That smells good." House suddenly announced as he joined her on the sofa. She looked up from her notepad and smiled.
"Did I wake you?"
"No...I usually don't sleep straight through the night...what are te writing?" He asked as he took the mug from her hands and took a sip.
"Hmm, good. I usually hate tea."
"Glad te like it. I just had an idea for the successivo chapter of my book."
"You know, te never did tell me the plot."
"I have a feeling you'll be a harsh critic." She detto with a knowing smile.
"What? Moi?" He asked with a 'innocent' look.
"Okay, I'll tell you. The story follows the life of this house..."
"An inanimate object?"
"Just listen. This story takes place over different generations and with different owners. It shows who they are when alone, the problems in their lives, and how this home serves as a sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza haven for all their desires,miseries, dark thoughts...Some of the story is romantic and hopeful other parts are downright terrifying..."
He leaned back against his sofa cushion.
"Sounds...interesting." He detto with a look of deep concentration.
"It's okay if it's not your thing, Greg."
"No. I do find it interesting...will te let me read it when it is done?" He asked in a softer tone than he intended.
She leaned back and studied his expression.
"I think I will."
"I don't usually rush in to sex. Just to let te know." Ariel detto with a smirk.
"I know...but I'm glad te did this time." He detto with his ever present smug gaze.
She dropped on her side and traced his prickly beard. He closed his eyes and gave in to her gentle touch.
"You really like my facial hair."
"I like it...just not in certain areas of my body." She laughed. He smirked while his eyes still remained closed.
"I don't remember much complaining."
"Well, of course in the heat of the moment it's great. However, it is the beard burn that follows that makes one reconsider the whole delicious practice."
He opened his eyes and swiftly pulled her on superiore, in alto of him. She squealed at the sudden action.
"I'll trim it down in that case." He detto as he kissed her deeply and began to trace circles on her back. She grinned and reached her hand down between them.
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House awoke in the middle of the night to the smell of lavender. He turned on his side to reach for Ariel but found her side empty. Getting up, he threw on his accappatoio, vestaglia and pulled down his cane from the wall.
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Ariel was wearing nothing but House's rumpled rosa collared camicia as she stirred her lavender tè with one hand and wrote down her newest chapter idea with the other.
"That smells good." House suddenly announced as he joined her on the sofa. She looked up from her notepad and smiled.
"Did I wake you?"
"No...I usually don't sleep straight through the night...what are te writing?" He asked as he took the mug from her hands and took a sip.
"Hmm, good. I usually hate tea."
"Glad te like it. I just had an idea for the successivo chapter of my book."
"You know, te never did tell me the plot."
"I have a feeling you'll be a harsh critic." She detto with a knowing smile.
"What? Moi?" He asked with a 'innocent' look.
"Okay, I'll tell you. The story follows the life of this house..."
"An inanimate object?"
"Just listen. This story takes place over different generations and with different owners. It shows who they are when alone, the problems in their lives, and how this home serves as a sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza haven for all their desires,miseries, dark thoughts...Some of the story is romantic and hopeful other parts are downright terrifying..."
He leaned back against his sofa cushion.
"Sounds...interesting." He detto with a look of deep concentration.
"It's okay if it's not your thing, Greg."
"No. I do find it interesting...will te let me read it when it is done?" He asked in a softer tone than he intended.
She leaned back and studied his expression.
"I think I will."
Ariel Harrison(this is my idea of what she would look like and as close to getting LG to being on the show)
Here I am,
So close, but so far from you.
In the cold I am standing,
Outside your stone brick bacheca
I cannot break through.
So I just stand there foolishly,
Peering through your window.
Loosing myself in your deep blue eyes,
My eyes fixed on your broken smile,
te are simply all I desire.
The pain inside floods me,
I am drowning in my misery.
But when I see your face, it all seems to fade,
And when I taste your red lips,
My cuore skips a beat
As the rest of me goes numb.
The Amore I feel for te is real
But so are fears of hurting you.
So all emotions are pushed aside,
Right successivo to all the tears I’ve cried.
In this life of wrong I live,
te remain the one thing I got right,
The only one I let inside.
Now heartache and hate has filled its place,
And I never want your smile
To fall from your face.
*Inspired da the episode The Itch*
