Finally, Rachel’s birthday had come. It was held on a Friday afternoon at Cuddy’s family house and was celebrated with only a few friends Cuddy’s close with, most of them were from Michigan alone since the ones from Jersey can’t come aside from Wilson. Her parents had gotten back a day before. The good news is that, her parents, Audrey and Stephen liked House that good enough. In fact, her father and her “lover” shared a bottle of whisky the night before the party.
For the whole event, Cuddy was a hands-on mom, attending to the guests and kids and with her sister, Joanne, she served the food that Audrey had cooked that morning. The men on the other hand had gathered themselves at the corner for a drink themselves.
“So,” opened Wilson while looking at Stephen, “House’s a good shot for you?”
“Yes,” the not-so-old man replied with a smile and a tap on House’s shoulder, “yes, he is.”
“Thank you,” the diagnostician replied. “Anytime son, but careful, Lisa’s my little sweetheart since she was a baby. Never would I want to see her with bruises and all,” warned Cuddy’s father.
“Never did it enter my mind, not a chance,” House reassured him. Stephen smiled and offered a toast and the men beside him followed as the crowd of women and kids sang Happy Birthday to Rachel.

Soon, moon and stars covered the city. Party’s over but cleaning chores didn’t left Cuddy and her family. House was the one who looked after Rachel as the rest were busy keeping things back in order. The chores had been done in less than two hours and all they have in mind is a night full of sleep. Later that night, Cuddy went out from the bathroom after a freshen up shower and found House still seated on the bed with his back touching the headboard before she took the chair in front of her vanity table as her bedtime routine.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?” she asked while combing her dark brown wavy hair.
“Found this journal interesting,” he said with a medical journal covering his face. Cuddy turned and saw the journal she had twenty five years ago before facing the mirror again, “had that during college. It’s outdated, why bother reading it?”
“Knowledge isn’t something outdated, they’re just being added.” His remark made her smile knowing his intellect never left him even with months of rehab in a psychiatric hospital. She combed her hair for a couple of time before taking the edge of the bed for her last nightly routine, lotion massage. The smell of citrus and strawberry made House pulled down the journal in front of him and his eyes landed straight on Cuddy’s back as she began releasing the first batch of stress out of her left leg.
“Tired, huh?” he asked. “Judging by the way I rubbed my thighs, yes, I am,” she confirmed. He moved, leaving the journal on the nightstand, and stayed behind her back before taking the lotion bottle and slowly began massaging the back of her neck with some message of desire. She shivered inside the moment his hands made contact with her nape like never been before. He watched her closed her eyes from behind and god, he loved the view of her eyelids slowly taking over her grey eyes that melted him so many times of his life for the last twenty years.
“Like that?” he whispered. She returned it with nothing but a smile that only made his heart rate move like skyrockets. He lifted his left hand to move those curly hairs away from the side of her neck before he leaned down and began kissing and licking it like what he dreamed of. The lotion he placed earlier was now tasting on his tongue and his hands began to paved down between her arms and body before he got the grip of her robe’s ribbon tie.
“House…” it wasn’t an order to stop, he knew that, but her hands were holding his so he won’t just rip it off. She wasn’t ready for this and she’s afraid of what this might head them to but he seemed to be so into it because his kisses and suckles with matching tongue trick were becoming intense as minutes progresses on. She feared that he’s doing it because he just got out from Mayfield, a total weird side effect is what she had in mind. But the moment he turned her head to face him, her eyes captured his sincere stare that says this isn’t just sex for him, this is an art of lovemaking on process both of them had been dreaming of. No need to ask some more and he doesn’t need to say something to defend what he just started so he went back kissing the lobe of her ear again as she let go of the hand that was holding his.
“Where’s the baby?” he asked softly in between his magical actions. Cuddy turned that made him stop, “she’s not with us tonight. My parents got ---“ she hadn’t had the chance to finish her words since his lips began to attack the lips she solely once owned but now, he’s becoming part of it and so she does with his.
The robe was slowly taken off by his hands and lips landed immediately on her fresh-from-tub shoulder skin. They started kissing again like there’s no tomorrow after he pulled back for a minute to take his clothes off too. He laid her down as he stayed beside her with one arm to support his weight. Now he realized what else could leg therapy do aside from making him run more miles than he did before he had an infarction. The kisses were fierce and strong as he glided his hand to pull her panty down just enough for him to stroke the most sensitive part of it. Cuddy, on the other hand, cupped his face with one hand and rubbed his cock with the other after pulling his boxers down as well.
They stayed like that for awhile before he rolled on top of her and teased her clit with the head of his member. An unexpectedly moan escaped her mouth and so was his. He went down between her legs and spread out her thighs for him. “Don’t… dare… do it…” she said with eyes tightly shut but House, being a real bastard still, didn’t bother to listen instead he started licking her clit like a man who hadn’t eat anything for decades. A loud moan and a gasped at the end of it filled the room as she arched herself towards him and with both hands greedily grabs the sheets underneath her. The moment House slid two of his long fingers inside her, she feared she might just come early than usual. Thank god, he pulled back after five to ten twirls inside.
His cock suddenly felt the urged to be buried deep but he won’t let her go down to him this evening. He won’t be treating her like what he does with his hookers. He’ll be giving her respect not abuse. Love not exploits. He will play the gentleman card for her alone.
He slowly moved up from where he is earlier. He grabbed his member and guided it inside her. He looked at her as she closed her eyes again as she felt herself being stretch by his size as he goes deeper and deeper. It was a hell of a painful ride given the fact sex wasn’t in her mind since Rachel came along. “You okay?” he asked and his words spoke volumes of concern before their eyes met in midway.
“Just go slow, I think I’m tearing out.” He nodded and pulled back before heavily pushing inside. “Idiot,” she said with a smile as he kissed the side of her mouth and began thrusting in and out that could just melt her anytime soon. Their panting were hard and quite loud that if Rachel’s there with them, the baby would wake up and cry. Good thing, she isn’t but knowing Cuddy’s parents’ just a wall away, they must try to keep their moans, grunts and bed wrecking sounds in a low tone.
House glanced down between them and it was like a free highway where one could see clearly the tolls ahead. He loved the view and just looking at it could make him come that moment so he looked forward and tried to hold on. He leaned down on her and kissed her neck again before looking down when he felt her tighten around him. He quickly moved his head up to enjoy the view of her as she orgasm because of him. She was flushed and her bath seemed to be useless because of the sweats that now governed her body. He pushed all of his length inside that could almost explode her until he can’t keep himself that way longer too. He thrust for another six before letting himself come inside her as moans and grunts escaped his lips. He felt his hips had weakened so he only pulled halfway back.
They stayed like that for five minutes, with chests greedily elevate and dive back down repeatedly. His forehead was buried on her curly hair and she had hers on his shoulder. Both of them exchanging the warmth of the other before he pulled back to look at her again with a smile curving on his lips.
“I never thought how great sex could be if it’s been waited,” Cuddy said while making gentle circles on his back. He chuckled and so she does. “It’s not just a sex, House, isn’t it?” she asked with some afterglow piercing his soul.
“No,” he replied, “and you’re the first woman I made love with.”
Her heart was singing as he leaned forward and kissed her again before pulling his hips backward to make her feel at ease again. “Ohgod, House,” she said while feeling the tip of his member touch her still sensitive clit.
“Judging by that tone,” he said with a smirk, “ready for the second round?”
“What?” she asked giggling, “give me a sec.” He smiled with her unexpected reply. Turned on because of the statement, he rolled over her again as the magic began working again.

As expected, all lights had gone off by three in the morning, well, except for one; Cuddy’s lampshade in her bedroom. From afar, she was like a white lady standing by the room porch doorway but come closer and you’ll see her wearing the same robe House removed earlier that evening with her phone almost glued on her ears. Her eyes were bloodshot red because of lack of sleep and her face was still somehow flushed. “Yes,” she said in her loudest but tiniest voice so she won’t wake House up, “I’ll be back in a couple of weeks so just hold on that, would you?” Moment of silence but not with the man at the other end of the line. “Fine, I’ll see what I can do in terms of my comeback dates,” she replied and then nodded as if the one she’s talking with could see her do so before closing her phone and walking back to her bedroom.
She walked straight to the bathroom to pee and when she returned, House was beginning to stir on the bed they shared that evening. He opened his eyes and found it hard to look at her in the midst of the lampshade light but later on, he saw her looking at him while standing beside the bathroom doorway.
“Sorry to wake you up,” she said as she watched him sat up on the bed, letting his feet touch the floor this time. “No problem, I just have to pee,” he said after putting on his boxers again and walking passed her to the bathroom and peed. He washed his hands and face and when he returned to the bedroom, Cuddy’s now seated on the edge of the bed too.
“Who called?” House asked while wiping his hands with a towel.
“Eastwood,” she replied with sadness in her eyes, “I need to get back to Jersey.”
“I? – I thought we could now use the pronoun we?” he asked that made her look up to him and smile. “Sorry forgot that,” she answered.
“So, set up your mind on anything?” he asked another.
“Not that I know of” By the way she looks, he knows she hasn’t have any plan. He sighed and took the space next to her while leaning backward with both palms behind him as support.
“You want to?”
“I HAVE to. He wanted my ass back in the office in less than four weeks, how stupid is that?”
“Ha, Eastwood’s on my baby’s hot list.” Cuddy smiled the moment his endearment of her came out of his mouth. This side of House is what she wanted but one day she knows, she’ll be missing the man she hired years back. “What about you? What do you think?” she asked him.
“What about me?”
“Yah, what do you think we should do?”
“You want me to choose either to stay here or not? I choose we… stay and go.”
There was a long silence between them as House looked at Cuddy who was staring at the floor with thoughts battling in her head to be her final decision. She looked at him again after giving as sigh as he sat right back up to be side by side with her.
“We’re going back to Jersey.”