House’s hand caressed Cuddy’s pink blushed cheek, the silence felt between them could have been cut with a knife.
Cuddy placed her hand underneath House’s white and wrinkled shirt, as she gently felt the groove of his back. Her breath was visible in the cold atmosphere of the three star hotel room they were both staying in. As she felt the hairs on her arms stand up because of the cold air, she pulled House’s warm and clammy chest closer to her, as House struggled to pull his loose shirt of his back, even though it was minus three degrees.
“It’s cold.” Cuddy’s voice was weak, her lips trembling as she spoke. The cold white air after every letter hitting his chest didn’t deter him, and he kept tight hold of her.
“This is how penguins do it you know.” House’s voice was dry, as he cracked a small yet warming smile as she rolled her eyes at his comment, before she too broke into a slight giggle under her breath.
“Oh really?” Cuddy leant back against the wall, before there was another pause; they both looked at each other deeply.
House picked up his blazer from the brown carpet, which he had threw it on not to long ago, and put it on Cuddy; it’s broad shoulders hanging heavy on Cuddy’s delicate frame, swamping her petite body, but she didn’t mind. The smell of his cologne and the heat of the lining felt good against her skin.
“Thanks-” A slight hesitation separated her words as they continued to explore each other’s body shape with their eyes, and occasionally their hands.
“-There’s only one bed.” Cuddy looked uncomfortably to the left, where she looked at the double bed in the centre of the small room slowly, and then meeting up with House’s eyes once more; which were still concentrating on her, and her only.
Cuddy made her way to the bed, and laid herself down on the thick brown cotton covers, and chocolate coloured woollen blanket the covered the bottom half of the bed, the black beading on her flapper dress creating a slight jingle noise as she made herself more comfortable, still holding House’s blazer tightly around her chest.
House slowly walked towards Cuddy; she had moved over slightly, sitting up against the hard wood headboard, allowing for House to sit down next to her.
“I didn’t really plan on this happening tonight.” House sounded surprised, he had not expected for something like this to happen, as he pulled her in closer.
“I didn’t plan on this happening at all… It’s got to be more than a simple coincidence for there to be only one room left in the one hotel around for miles, that just happens to be at a conference we where both scheduled to speak at.”
Cuddy sighed after her monologue, and didn’t expect House to reply; and she was right.
With a dreamy sigh, Cuddy sunk into the wide and firm torso that House had worked hard on before he had the infarction. His long and muscular arm stretched out broad to make sure she wouldn’t leave or wriggle away.
“You smell of…coconut and lemon zest.” House murmured this into her ear, beneath him.
After her smile got wider and wider, it didn’t take long for her to switch from lying down in the arms of House, to being on top of him.
“Ten minutes. I guess we can call that a record.” House said with a pleased look on his face.
“What?” Pulling back slightly, she tilted her head to the side with a puzzled look on her face.
House pulled his elbows up to his side to rest on them. “-For you to get into my pants.”
Not realizing what he said could have ruined his chances of getting laid, House added a cheeky smirk to his comment.
“Huh-” Cuddy waved her finger in House’s face. “Isn’t that supposed to be my line?”
House sensing another obstacle in the way of what they both wanted, he took the plunge, and pulled the arm that was keeping her sitting up straight on top of him, both of their lips colliding as she fell down on top of him.
The irritating friction between her dress and his bare skin was ignored, and pushed to the side, as House welcomed the soft touch of her satin lips.
“What do I taste like?” Her soft sultry voice burning in his ear, after they parted for air.
“Like caramel and whipped cream…”
Cuddy sighed with a smile, and looked down into his piercing blue eyes.
“You remembered.” House tilted his head in agreement. House had told these exact words the first time they got together twenty years prior.
“I never forgot.”
Pulling off her dress, forgetting about the price she paid for it in the vintage shop in New York, Cuddy didn’t care. Pushing House down into the bed, she pressed gentle kisses into his chest and around his neck, while House held on tight to her tiny waist as he found her lips, and the biting began…
tbc
Cuddy placed her hand underneath House’s white and wrinkled shirt, as she gently felt the groove of his back. Her breath was visible in the cold atmosphere of the three star hotel room they were both staying in. As she felt the hairs on her arms stand up because of the cold air, she pulled House’s warm and clammy chest closer to her, as House struggled to pull his loose shirt of his back, even though it was minus three degrees.
“It’s cold.” Cuddy’s voice was weak, her lips trembling as she spoke. The cold white air after every letter hitting his chest didn’t deter him, and he kept tight hold of her.
“This is how penguins do it you know.” House’s voice was dry, as he cracked a small yet warming smile as she rolled her eyes at his comment, before she too broke into a slight giggle under her breath.
“Oh really?” Cuddy leant back against the wall, before there was another pause; they both looked at each other deeply.
House picked up his blazer from the brown carpet, which he had threw it on not to long ago, and put it on Cuddy; it’s broad shoulders hanging heavy on Cuddy’s delicate frame, swamping her petite body, but she didn’t mind. The smell of his cologne and the heat of the lining felt good against her skin.
“Thanks-” A slight hesitation separated her words as they continued to explore each other’s body shape with their eyes, and occasionally their hands.
“-There’s only one bed.” Cuddy looked uncomfortably to the left, where she looked at the double bed in the centre of the small room slowly, and then meeting up with House’s eyes once more; which were still concentrating on her, and her only.
Cuddy made her way to the bed, and laid herself down on the thick brown cotton covers, and chocolate coloured woollen blanket the covered the bottom half of the bed, the black beading on her flapper dress creating a slight jingle noise as she made herself more comfortable, still holding House’s blazer tightly around her chest.
House slowly walked towards Cuddy; she had moved over slightly, sitting up against the hard wood headboard, allowing for House to sit down next to her.
“I didn’t really plan on this happening tonight.” House sounded surprised, he had not expected for something like this to happen, as he pulled her in closer.
“I didn’t plan on this happening at all… It’s got to be more than a simple coincidence for there to be only one room left in the one hotel around for miles, that just happens to be at a conference we where both scheduled to speak at.”
Cuddy sighed after her monologue, and didn’t expect House to reply; and she was right.
With a dreamy sigh, Cuddy sunk into the wide and firm torso that House had worked hard on before he had the infarction. His long and muscular arm stretched out broad to make sure she wouldn’t leave or wriggle away.
“You smell of…coconut and lemon zest.” House murmured this into her ear, beneath him.
After her smile got wider and wider, it didn’t take long for her to switch from lying down in the arms of House, to being on top of him.
“Ten minutes. I guess we can call that a record.” House said with a pleased look on his face.
“What?” Pulling back slightly, she tilted her head to the side with a puzzled look on her face.
House pulled his elbows up to his side to rest on them. “-For you to get into my pants.”
Not realizing what he said could have ruined his chances of getting laid, House added a cheeky smirk to his comment.
“Huh-” Cuddy waved her finger in House’s face. “Isn’t that supposed to be my line?”
House sensing another obstacle in the way of what they both wanted, he took the plunge, and pulled the arm that was keeping her sitting up straight on top of him, both of their lips colliding as she fell down on top of him.
The irritating friction between her dress and his bare skin was ignored, and pushed to the side, as House welcomed the soft touch of her satin lips.
“What do I taste like?” Her soft sultry voice burning in his ear, after they parted for air.
“Like caramel and whipped cream…”
Cuddy sighed with a smile, and looked down into his piercing blue eyes.
“You remembered.” House tilted his head in agreement. House had told these exact words the first time they got together twenty years prior.
“I never forgot.”
Pulling off her dress, forgetting about the price she paid for it in the vintage shop in New York, Cuddy didn’t care. Pushing House down into the bed, she pressed gentle kisses into his chest and around his neck, while House held on tight to her tiny waist as he found her lips, and the biting began…
tbc
