Pairing: Gregory House x Fem!Reader

Summary: When a birthday present for his stalker turns into something more, House finds himself liking it.

Content Warnings: Allusions to smut, 20+ year age gap. Reader is estranged from her parents and has a little brother.

I dont write smut because Im terrible lmao but I write everything else :) Also inspired by House and Camerons date scene from s1.

It was my birthday a few days ago, so count this as my gift to you!

Cane hitting the dirty pavement as he stepped down after, House shook his head at the familiar frame, only this time she stood against what looked like a brand new car, keys mindlessly twirling around her finger.

Grinning at his entrance, Y/N straightened up. Wanna go for a ride?

Im good, though Im sure theres someone else wholl pay you to chauffeur.

Smile not faltering as she was used to his particularly sharp humor, she continued. Come on, doc. I just got it for myself, as a birthday present.

He scoffed, glaring at the car. How old are you turning? 8? Are you even old enough to drive?

Close, She took a stride towards him. Im turning 18.

The doctor furrowed his brows. Well, if youre 18 then I have, whats it called? Mad cow disease.

Excited at the opportunity to show off her medical knowledge so far, she retorted. Youll need a brain biopsy for Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease.

Peeking into the car, House pursed his lips at the mail inside. You got into Princeton, congratulations.

Thank you.

Now, lets say you got financial aid, thats still roughly 10,000 dollars. Howd you afford a car?

I got a job and I saved. Im a big girl, I can pay for my stuff. Anything else you want to interrogate me about?

Impressed at her confidence, he dug into his pocket, retrieving a sum of money. Here, go buy yourself a teddy, as a gift from me to you.

This is two dollars.

Oh, Im sorry, am I not living up to your rich - double your age - sugar daddy dream?

Y/N rolled her eyes, tucking the dollar bill back into his pocket. I dont want money, I want a date.

Feigning confusion, he turned to walk towards his bike. Im sure you can go find a Princeton boy to take you out.

No, I want a date with you. She frowned at his disinterest. Give me one night to show you a whole new world and get all deep.

He mounted his bike. Happy birthday.

You know my number if you change your mind.

Going about his usual routine, House had winded down with Wilson in exam room one. Youre not actually thinking about going out with her, are you?

He shrugged, attention still captured by the the latest episode of Prescription: Passion. There are no real cons to going out with her.

Shes 18!

Exactly! He replied, word oozing with sarcasm. Its one dinner, just for her birthday so that I dont have to see her every morning.

To be fair, he didnt mind being greeted by the young girl every morning. In fact, the one day she wasnt there had him feeling somewhat downhearted until she returned the next day with coffees for two in hand, claiming she had an errand to run.

It took him a moment to register the voice on the other end of the phone call, Wilson practically staring into his soul. Hey, doc.

One dinner, thats it.

Lovely. Do I get to know where were going? I have to dress appropriately. He could hear the sheer delight of her smile.

Just look nice. What was he saying? She always looked nice! The oncologist shook his head at his friends lack of real flirting skills, mouthing an overdramatic What?

Alright, well leave from your place, see you at 7:00.

-

She would be here any minute as he sighed in frustration, ditching the idea of a tie completely as Wilson advised him.

What even attracted you to her anyways?

Im not attracted to her.

She goes to a university where the literal dress code is to cover your underwear and wear a shirt. He voiced. Comment on shoes, earrings and the move onto DHA. Dreams, hopes and aspirations, and Im sure shes got a lot of ideas on what she wants to be when shes grown up.

House ignored the joke, picking up a small box from the nearby table. The velvet container caught the other doctors attention as he narrowed his eyes at it. Jesus, how much did you spend? He marveled at the sight of a gold chain, her initial hanging off it as a pendant.

Its lame, isnt it?

Wilson looked at him with a softer, sincere smile. I think she likes lame.

A faint knock on the front door had House shoving the jewellery into his pocket and smoothing down his hair before answering it.

In the doorway, fist raised ready to knock again, Y/N stood with a dazzling smile. The formal dress was clad in was certainly different to her usual day to day ensembles of jeans and various tops. Perhaps it was something as trivial as seeing her legs for the first time that made his heart race, or the fluttering of her eyelashes that occurred while she greeted him in the most delicate voice. Hi.

His speech had transpired into a light stutter as he revealed the small box. This is for you.

Oh, you didnt have to get me anything! She opened it, eyes widening at its contents. Wow, oh my god. Thank you.

Not knowing how to respond to her evident gratitude, Houses response didnt seem too delighted to any passer-by. Youre welcome, now turn around.

Catching on to his intention, she turned, softly gasping once the cold metal made contact with the warm skin of her neck, hair being moved away for easy access.

Comfortable silence clouding the air, Y/N was confused when he limped towards his motorcycle instead of her car. We have a perfectly safe, doored vehicle right here. She stated.

We also have a somewhat safe, un-doored vehicle over here.

Somewhat?

Nothing is ever perfectly safe.

Knowing his mind was made up, she watched him bestride the bike with a sense of ease, shoulders drooping at the expectant look he gave her. With a sigh he held his hand out, heart fluttering when she perked up, using it to sit behind him.

She placed her hands gingerly on his sides, a small giggle escaping when he grabbed hold of them, wrapping her arms around his middle. Maybe you are just an overgrown baby. He grunted at the squeak that erupted after the roar of the bike. Dont be so afraid.

Ive never been anywhere near one of these before.

How come?

Never had a rich - double my age - sugar daddy. Y/N teased, referring to the cynical joke hed made earlier that day.

The rest of the ride had gone smoothly once she got the hang of it, occasional laughs from the wind in her hair had the older man smiling like a schoolboy, glad she couldnt see his expression.

She stumbled when getting off, a hand on her waist steadying her. Cant have you fall and get a concussion, then itd be a excuse for Cuddy to get me to log more clinic hours. House internally grimaced at the poor excuse, making sure to pull away incase she noticed how his hand lingered for a second too long.

They remained in silence until they were sat down in the restaurant, menus open before them. Nice earrings. He complimented, remembering Wilsons lecture, doubting on whether he should be taking his friends advice due to multiple failed marriages.

Thank you.

Nice shoes.

Who are you and what have you done with Gregory House? Y/N chuckled. You dont care about my shoes or my earrings. Just converse with me, like I said earlier, I have a night to show you a whole new world.

The doctor averted his eyes to anything, the fancy glass of water, the menu, the slightly stained table cloth. I dont know how to have a conversation. Without small talk, what is there?

Were having a conversation right now.

I dont understand. Im not charming, great looking, or even nice, your attraction to me is extemporaneous.

Tilting her head, the corner of her mouth tugged upward. I always thought you had nice eyes, that your sardonic humor and wit was charming. I dont want you to be nice, or to serenade me at my window, I want you to be you.

He pursed his lips. The 'be yourself speech, how cheesy. His initial sarcastic tone had worn off when he spotted a certain group of three at the other side of the restaurant. Oh, great. My minions are here.

Y/N hid her smile with the menu. She knew all three of his colleagues, getting on quite well with them when she often ran errands throughout the hospital while on an internship. Dont want them to know youre on a date with me?

House stood, nodding his head towards the door. Lets go.

Are you sure?

House! Foremans call had cemented their plans as the young girl was on her feet, pulling her date out of the restaurant as best as she could with his limp.

She burst into a fit of giggles at their somewhat great escape. The diagnostician simply smiled, not at their actions but at the sheer delight displayed on her features as her hand still remained on his forearm from when she had tugged him out of the restaurant and to his motorbike. Hop on.

Laughter dying down, her expression was dumbfounded. What?

Hop on. He repeated, raising an eyebrow as she hesitantly clambered onto the bike, getting on behind her.

Grabbing her hands, he rested them on the hand grip, steering from behind her. What are you doing?

Im taking you to the best restaurant in town.

-

The moan that escaped her lips was comical as Y/N savored the taste of the burger in her mouth.

McDonalds is totally better than Carluccios. She commented, failing to notice the chuckle from the man before her.

Tell me about you. He piped up, earning a slightly confused glance. You know a bit about me, but I barely know you. Either this is a scheme to kidnap me, or you actually wanted a date.

The university student rolled her eyes, putting her burger down and popping a nugget from his tray into her mouth, ignoring his distaste towards the gesture. Im a boring person, doc. Just trying to live life one day at a time.

So youre trying to live life one day at a time, yet you intern for Cuddy?

She shook her head. Tell me about your parents. Lips spreading into a teasing smile at his look of confusion, she elaborated. I dont actually know anything much about you. You can always tell who a person is from how they describe their parents.

The man quietly sighed before placing a fry in his mouth. My dad was a marine pilot, my mother was a housewife. Married for 46 years. She was afraid of confrontation, he was more the 'care when your eyeballs popping out type.

And you didnt gel with the 'care when your eyeballs popping out type?

Its a good trait to have as a man, but a lousy one to have as a father. He took a brief sip from her coke. Tell me about yours.

Nothing much about them, really. I havent talked to my parents in a year, but my brothers alright.

House interlocked his hands, intrigued. Let me guess, favoritism? Betrayal? Oh, disownment!

What? No! I just hated living with them and they made me feel guilty about wanting to go college far away.

Dammit, I thought it was something interesting, like them disowning you because your aspiration was to become a stripper. He pouted.

Id make a pretty good stripper.

And I dont doubt you. Youve got the legs for it.

Y/N giggled, closing the now empty burger box and placing it above his. When I was 14, my brother was born. By then Id already grown an aversion to children, but I thought my mother was an understanding person. I thought shed understand that I didnt always want to feed him, or hold him, or that Id get headaches when he cried loud. But she didnt, and I guess I was a little hurt when my own best friend said 'youre meant to be sneaking out, going out with friends and having a good time.

So youre trying to get the best out of your time now because you didnt get to as a teenager?

Maybe. I have nothing against my brother, I love him more than anything in the world and raising him for the first four years were great.

House nodded in understanding, standing as he held his unoccupied arm out. The disheartened expression on her face melted away as she looped her own through his, venturing out of the restaurant and onto the street. Small but fat droplets of water had began cascading slowly. So much taking the motorcycle, its raining.

Rolling his eyes, he put his cane on it. Get on behind me.

What? But Ill be cold. She feigned a pout.

With pursed lips, he stripped himself of his coat, handing it out to her. Here.

Really? Wont you be cold? She smiled at his nod and gesture to his blazer, allowing the warmth of the big jacket to engulf her. Thank you, Greg.

They remained there, a foot of distance between them, eyes meeting in a mutual gaze. Perhaps the space between them was casually getting smaller, one of them, or both, leaning into the other. Are we going to kiss?

His witty remark elicited a lazy smile from the young girl. God, you had to ruin the moment.

Sorry, Im just not good with kissing cues and- oh!

Lips clashing against each other had morphed into a gentle kiss, Y/Ns hand found its way to the back of his neck, pulling him closer as his fingers traced delicate shapes onto her dress-clad waist. Did you just trace stripper onto me with your finger? She queried, only semi-serious.

House did his best to look dumbfounded. Well, I have no idea what youre talking about, dear.

It was evident the rain had intensified during their 'star stricken moment, leaving the couple soaked in each others arms. My place is close by. He started, small smile gracing his face when she got the memo.

Lead the way.

Were taking the bike.

Aw, shit.