Pairing: Greg House/Brittany House (OC)
Fandom: House, M.D.
Prompt: Seven Deadly Sins -- Sloth
Word Count: 200
Warnings: Talk of sex.
He wakes up before the alarm goes off, and just smirks wickedly to himself as he rolls over and clicks the button to the 'off' position.
He has a better idea. One that involves not moving. Not getting dressed, not taking a shower. Just him, and his wife, and their bed, with the silk sheets left over from the night before and the pillows shoved up near the headboard.
He shifts on the bed and pushes her onto her back.
She doesn't wake up, just stretches and squirms a little.
House smirks even more, and then starts to press his lips to her skin, over and over, leaving a slightly damp trail that starts at her jaw and goes down her neck, her shoulder, over the curve of her breast and the center of her stomach.
She stirs and makes a small pleased noise, and he just slides lower on her body. Tongue darting across soft, warm skin, skin that's spent all evening pressed up against his.
He inhales the scent of her skin, her own special scent, mixed with him, and smiles.
She opens her eyes and moans, and he just grins, smirks to himself.
This, is going to be one very lazy, very slow, Saturday morning.