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Working at a hospital is stressful. It's a constant combination of beeping monitors and mysteriously ill patients and nurses who always seem to just be entirely in the way. The Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital is no different; hundreds of people take inhabitancy there daily, whether it's for a common cold or terminal cancer. Add the number of staff onto that, and you get one bustling building.
The PPTH, though, has a special advantage in terms of stress-inducing environments. That 'special advantage' goes by Gregory House M.D., head of the diagnostics department. His favorite past time (besides trying to one-up God) is making anyone's life who crosses his path a living hell, and he's damn good at it. He especially draws joy from torturing the coworkers closest to him, and one of those just so happens to be the Head of Oncology, Dr. James Wilson.
James is decidedly too good for this world. He's never one to abandon a stranded soul, even if said soul is the black, empty void that belongs to Dr. House. No, he's loyal, almost to a fault, which was what probably led to him wearing the title of 'House's best (and only) friend' for years now. The two mix like oil and water, always seem to be taking part in some petty argument, and yet still stick by each other. It confuses me beyond belief.
As James's girlfriend, I'd heard many a story about House's unrelentless antics and felt for James. Putting up with someone so purposefully irritating was undoubtedly exhausting; which is why I do my best to help James relax after a long shift.
And, that's exactly what I'm doing right now; aiding James in unwinding.
I practically shove my tongue into his mouth, fingers combing through his brown locks as he kisses me back with just as much passion. He practically melts into me, and I can almost feel the tension leaving his body, drifting through the air like cigarette smoke. His shoulders drop slightly, muscles contracting beneath my touch, and he sighs into the kiss. My heart flutters at the sound.
"God, I missed you," He mutters breathily.
A giddy feeling settles in my chest, like someone had me hooked up to an IV of straight sugar. There was nothing more I adored in the world than knowing that James had missed me, that he'd been counting down the minutes until he could see me again. Our relationship was still relatively new, so it was nice being reminded that I was important to someone.
I scratched lightly down his back, sucking on his bottom lip in response. James let out a low groan, hands squeezing my hips, pulling me endlessly closer, as if he couldn't get enough. His desperation was palpable, and while, on most nights, I would've enjoyed teasing him for a bit, it was obvious he needed this, and I didn't want to deprive him any longer.
Without wasting another moment, I dragged him to the bedroom, the door shutting behind us with a soft click. Then, James was upon me once more, practically devouring my neck. I let out a shuddering sigh, the heat beginning to pool in my gut. But, I ignored it, reminding myself that James was the priority right now, and there'd be time for my own necessities later.
My hands wandered to the waistband of his pants, and it didn't take me long to unbuckle his belt and discard it carelessly on the floor. "A bit antsy, aren't we?" James teased.
"Oh, shut it." I muttered, pecking his jaw. "You know you want this."
"That I do."
James willingly stepped out of his pants, before lying back on the bed. I couldn't help but have a revelation that even the most talented artist couldn't paint a picture as pretty as the sight in front of me. My gut-wrenchingly gorgeous boyfriend, waiting impatiently for me on my own bed, face flushed with desire and the fabric of his underwear pulled taut over his already hardening length.
I could feel him eyeing me with hunger, gaze traveling down my body, tracing every curve and imperfection. Despite the circumstances, it made me want to crawl into the closet and hide. I knew he wanted me to take off my clothes, maybe even give him a little bit of a show. And, even though I was beyond turned on, I just couldn't bring myself to do it. God, could I be any more of a fuckup?
Shaking the thoughts from my head, I plastered an excited grin on my face as I crawled onto the bed next to James, who captured my lips with his in another, sloppy kiss. I trailed my hand down the front of his chest, which was still covered by his dress shirt, before wandering lower. When my touch brushes over his crotch, he whimpers softly, begging for more.
I tugged at the waistband of his boxers, asking a silent question, to which he responded fervently. James helped me slip off the fabric and tossed it to the side, leaving him vulnerable to my desires. I took a moment to drink it in, savor the sight of him, all tan skin and tension.
James ran a hand through his hair. "Liking what you see?"
"Very much." I responded, taking his dick into my hand, smearing the pre-cum with my thumb.
"O-oh God."
Soft laughter escaped my parted lips at his reaction, and I began to slowly stroke him, taking my sweet time, allowing him to feel every wave of pure pleasure as it washed over him. He stifled a moan, propping himself up with an elbow so he could look at me.
God, his eyes. They looked as if they belonged to a puppy; a rich, deep brown, and a knack for convincing me to do anything. Even as a particularly strong-willed person, one glance and I was nothing more than a puddle at his feet. It was embarrassing, really.
"This isn't fair," James spoke in-between gasps. "You've still got all your clothes on."
I bit the inside of my cheek, heart sinking like an anchor through the ocean. Instead of answering, I drastically increased my pace, wringing his arousal with passion, and he threw his head back, much too distracted to realize I'd never responded.
"Fuck, baby," The brunet moaned out. "It feels so good..."
"Do you want to cum in my mouth?"
His eyes flew open, meeting mine with absolute desperation. "God, please."
I grinned, before taking him in my mouth. Giving James a blowjob was decidedly one of the hottest things ever. The feeling of his hands tangled in my hair, of him writhing beneath me, and the sound of his loud, unabashed moans was enough to leave me wetter than Superior Lake.
James was getting closer; I could sense it from the way he bucked his hips, trying to match my pace, but accidentally hitting the back of my throat hard enough to make me gag. He'd endlessly apologize for it later, but I didn't mind, as long as he felt good.
"Shit, fuck," He groaned as I relentlessly pumped him in and out of my mouth. "Don't fucking stop."
Finally, with a guttural "Fuck!", my boyfriend came hard. I swallowed it all, before kissing him and letting him taste himself on my tongue.
James smiled into the kiss, murmuring, "You spoil me, sweetheart." His hands traced a zig-zagging line from the crook of my neck, along my shoulder, and down the front of my shirt. Then, his fingers brushed along the strip of exposed skin just above the waistband of my pants, and I immediately froze up, pulling away from the kiss.
He frowned. "What's wrong?"
This was the part I always hated. Due to the newness of James's and I's relationship, we'd only gotten intimate a few times. And, they all went the same way as today; he'd come, and then immediately want to return the favor. Except, I wouldn't let him. No, I'd feign exhaustion, or that I had to be up early in the morning and tell him we could do more next time. Then, I'd wait for him to fall asleep, and finally pleasure my dripping wet self, alone.
But, none of my usual excuses would prove plausible now. I'd had no work today, and spent the morning sleeping in. I was just as lazy this afternoon, taking care of a few overdue chores before planting myself on the couch and binge-watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine. I couldn't lie about having to wake up early, either; I wasn't scheduled to go into my job until 10:30, a fact James knew very well, due to my promise of pancakes before he left in the morning. I was screwed.
"I-I'm on my period." I blurted out without thinking.
James regarded me with confusion, head cocked slightly to the side. "I thought you said that ended last week."
Shit.
I sat up straight, angling my body away from James, and burying my head in my hands. I could hear some rustling, and I presumed he was throwing his boxers back on, but the anxiety spreading like poison through my veins was the only thing I could focus on.
I knew, eventually, I'd be forced to have this conversation with him. I mean, even selfish men, the guys who care more about their own pleasure than their girlfriend's, would still inevitably get fed up. In this world, it feels as if a woman's value is measured by her looks, and that's it. What good am I to a man if he can't see me naked?
Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I lifted my head, meeting James's eyes. "Can you tell me what's wrong? Was it something I did?"
"It's not your fault. I promise. I just..." Shaking my head, I trailed off, struggling to put my scrambled thoughts into words. "I don't like my body."
There. My secret struggles, my hidden insecurities, the weight hanging on my shoulders constantly; all laid out in front of my boyfriend. I felt uncomfortably vulnerable, but deep down I knew it was about time I finally told someone. The longer I kept my problems to myself, the worse they got.
James wrapped an arm around me, pulling me to his chest, and I didn't resist. He was warm and solid and comforting, and that was exactly what I needed right now. "Is that why you never let me pleasure you back? Because you didn't want me to see you naked?"
I nodded, eyes on the floor.
"Oh, baby," My boyfriend muttered, kissing the top of my head. "You're beautiful. In my eyes, and everyone else's; you just don't see it. I adore every part of you, even the parts you don't like. Surely you know that?"
This time, I met his eyes while nodding my head up and down, and the butterflies in my chest fluttered back to life with his words. James wasn't like my past boyfriends; he never pushed or made me uncomfortable, and treated me like a real person, not just an accessory. If anyone was going to love me no matter how I looked, it was him.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't come up with an answer that would properly express how grateful I was to have him in my life. So, I brought my hands to his face, cupping his jaw, and pressed my mouth to his. Fireworks shot off in my brain, exploding in an array of multicolored sparks of light. It was bright, it was beautiful, and it was exactly what kissing James felt like.
I deepened the kiss, tongue exploring his mouth as I grabbed his hand and placed it on my waist. James momentarily stopped, meeting my eyes. "You don't have to do this because of what I said. I never want you to feel uneasy."
Nerves were still coiled tight in my gut, and my thoughts ran rampant with worst-case scenarios, but I wanted this. The wetness between my legs was becoming unbearable, and all I could think about was finally letting James repay me. It sounded scary, but also unimaginably hot.
"I'm not. I want this." I pressed a kiss to his temple. "Just...leave my shirt on, okay?"
I didn't have to tell James twice. An excited, mischievous grin spread across his face, before he began trailing kisses down my chest. Just the sensation of his touch through my shirt was enough to leave me rubbing my thighs together, desperate for relief.
The brunet eventually ended up at my pants, and glanced up at me for permission, before a hooking a finger under the waistband, and pulled the clothing straight off, panties and all.
He eyed me hungrily, but hesitated. "Do you want me to...?" He gestured to the light switch, which was flipped on, illuminating the room.
Part of me knew this would be undoubtedly easier in the dark, where I could pretend, I had a completely different body, one without scars and stretch marks and unattractive rolls. But the idea of being able to watch James as he went down on me was beyond tantalizing.
"No. Just...please don't make me wait."
"Wouldn't dream of it."
James gently spread my legs, and the cold hair hitting my sensitive center elicited a surprised gasp from me. He pressed sweet, open-mouthed kisses to the inside of my thighs, and I sighed softly, propping myself up with my elbows. God, James always looked good, but right now, with ruffled hair and lustful eyes, his head in between my legs, he'd never looked better.
I was already sensitive, so when he finally let his tongue dart out and begin to explore me, my back immediately arched, a moan escaping my parted lips. I clawed desperately at his hair, tangling my fingers in the brunet locks and pressing his head farther into my core. All hesitation evacuated my body, and all I cared about was feeling more of this.
James was confident but cautious, skillfully teasing the sensitive area, tongue flicking across my clit. And, during it all, he never stopped murmuring gentle praises, letting his hands roam my legs and hips, repeating over and over how much he adored my body, how it was perfect. Maybe it was the endless prickles of pleasure messing with my head, but I found myself slowly starting to believe him.
As my boyfriend slowly but surely worked me towards my orgasm, my moans and various expletives echoed throughout the room. I kept his head securely in place with my thighs, begging him to never stop.
"Fuck, just like that." I breathed out as James began to tease my dripping entrance with his fingers, moving his mouth to focus solely on my clit. When he finally pushed them in me, I stifled a groan, the sensation of a cord being stretched taut flourishing in my stomach.
James was relentless, whispering "You're doing so good, baby. Think you can cum for me?" right as I panted out, "I'm close! Fuck, I'm close James."
Finally, my boyfriend hit just the right spot with his fingers, the cord in my gut snapping, and I came. Hard. My thighs spasmed, my back arched off the mattress, and stars swam in front of my vision.
Then, with a choked moan, I collapsed back onto the bed, feeling hot and shaky, but entirely satisfied. James pressed a few more kisses to my legs, before grabbing my pajamas and helping me slip them on. Then, he handed me a glass of water from the nightstand.
"You did so good," He purred, nuzzling into my neck and leaving soft kisses there. "And, for the record, you look so hot when I'm eating you out."
"James!"
"What? I'm telling the truth!"