Chapter 2 as promised.
Again for the under 18's I trust you will exercise the necessary restraint to avoid reading that which is NOT appropriate for you.
3rd and final chapter to follow shortly!!
Taking two steps before stopping, Cuddy turned back and looked at him. “Oh one more thing House, don’t call me sweetheart!” With that she carried on down the hall to the bathroom.
House stood watching her, wondering what that was all about.
As she disappeared into the room, he waited a heartbeat to see if she would come back out, once she saw what was on the bed. When she didn’t he grinned and limped into the kitchen. His ears pricking as he heard the water running. Standing there he was suddenly a little anxious. She had not seen his leg in a long time. The scar was bad enough, but the muscle deterioration was what bothered him the most. Unconsciously his hand dropped to rub at his damaged thigh. He wondered what she would think. Maybe he should get into bed before she was done so that he could cover himself without her having to see the ugliness. Deciding that if this THING was going to go anywhere he would have to let her see him and he would have to accept her reaction. Good or Bad. Leaning against the cabinets he reached for an orange and absentmindedly started to peel it.
Rinsing her hair Cuddy turned of the water. Reaching for a towel she dried her hair then wrapped it round her head. Grabbing a second towel she dried herself and stepped out of the shower. Standing there in the bathroom with all their clothes scattered on the floor, she smiled as she remembered all the times House had told her he fantasized about her in the shower. Not just her in her shower, but her in his shower and them together in a shower. “Well the feeling is mutual Dr House,” she said to the empty room. Hanging the towel she walked into the bedroom. She half expected him to be sitting on the bed waiting for her. She dearly hoped he was not planning on keeping his word about not touching her.
“We’ll see about that!”
In the kitchen House stood eating the orange he had peeled. He heard the hairdryer go and grimaced. He’s forgotten how much he hated that thing. Wilson had tormented him with it every morning. Strangely enough it did not bother him quite so much today. Pulling the orange segments apart he popped one in his mouth. It was sweet and juicy, as he bit into it, it exploded making the juice, run down his chin. Wiping it away with the back of his hand he stared out to the window. Listening to her move around, in his bedroom.
Putting everything away, Cuddy pulled on the shirt she had picked from his closet and went looking for him. She found him standing in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, drinking coffee. Looking up as she walked in, House’s almost crashed to the floor. She was wearing his pink shirt; she had rolled the long sleeves back so that her hands and forearms were free. It was huge on her and hung almost too mid thigh, and she had only buttoned 2 of the buttons, so it would stay closed over her body. Both her hands were behind her back. She never said anything just stood there watching him. House could not take his eyes of her, she was absolutely breathtaking. Clearing his throat he croaked; “feel better?”
Cuddy just nodded, but never said a word nor did she move.
“Coffee?” he asked.
Again she answered by shaking her head.
House was beginning to get a little concerned. To be honest she did look a little peeved.
Quickly he poured his coffee into the drain and rinsed the cup, and his hands. As he turned back to her she was holding up the white lace panties he had left on the bed. Actually, she wasn’t so much holding them up, as letting them dangle of her finger.
“Are these mine?”
Looking at the panties in her hand House chocked and swallowing hard looked at the open buttons at the bottom of his shirt. “You’re not wearing any……”
“No, I’m not.”
Taking a deep breath he looked away from her, closing his eyes.
“Oh my God!” was all he got out.
Still waiting for his answer, trying not to smile, she stood quietly.
“Yes, those are yours.” He said grinning at her.
Narrowing her eyes she stalked slowly toward him, still holding the panties in the air.
“And how may I ask did they end up here?”
House still very distracted by the fact she was completely naked under his shirt, slowly said, “I stole them from your gym bag!”
She was close enough now to him for him to touch, so leaning forward; he grabbed her, dragging her between his spread legs, and wrapping his arms around her waist.
Cuddy still holding the lace panties in her hand pushed against his chest, but House was not letting go.
“You stole them, did you, WHEN, and more importantly WHY?”
She tried to look angry but her beautiful grey eyes were sparkling with mischief. House relaxed his arms when he realized he was not in any real trouble.
Puffing out his cheeks and exhaling slowly, he said, “Umm, when? Well I can’t remember the exact date, but I seem to recall it being around the time YOU drugged me and had Wilson drive me to Kentucky! Why? Well that’s easy. I have had it bad for you, for to long, AND I’m a pervert! I wanted something personal, something that had touched your skin, like I wanted to. Something just I knew about.”
“But it’s your own fault!”
“My fault, I can’t wait to hear this explanation.”
“You play the game with me, I flirt, you flirt back, I make suggestive comments and you return them, you let me touch you, and YOU touch me back. But you never, not once, let me in, did you?”
“And by let you in, you mean I wouldn’t sleep with you?”
“Sweetheart, I never JUST wanted to sleep with you, truth is, sleep is only a very small part of what I wanted to do with you!”
Cuddy was now completely relaxed in his arms; she ran her hands over his chest rubbing the lace against his skin, combing her fingers through his chest hair. Leaning forward she left a trail of heated kisses along the path her hands had taken, rubbing her cheek against his warm skin. Turning her face into his chest hair she breathed him in. House could not move, he closed his eyes and let his head fall back.
“Mmm sweetheart, you are making things VERY HARD for me!”
He felt her fingers dance down his chest, down over his stomach to the top of his jeans. He almost yelped when her fingers dipped just inside the waist band.
Bunching the panties in her hand, Cuddy pushed them into the front pocket of his jeans. As she did that, her fingers brushed against his now rock hard arousal, making him gasp.
Then her hands worked their way back up his trembling body, to wrap loosely around his neck, a position that brought her body right up against his. Feeling the bulge of his erection through his jeans she pressed herself closer.
House, eyes still closed, head still back was rigid with need, and he felt that if he moved, he would shatter into a million pieces. He was fast losing the ability to think at all, let alone think straight. He wanted to make love to her right there, but he had promised he wouldn’t touch her, not unless she asked, but HE was ready to beg now.
He was desperate to touch her.
Opening his eyes he looked down at her and carefully started lifting her shirt so he could slide his hands up her back. His hands were shaking and his heart was hammering so hard in his chest he felt like it was going to stop from the strain.
Cuddy could not stand not touching him, ran her hands all over his shoulders, chest and back, enjoying the feel of him muscles bunch under her touch. Still caressing her back, House lowered his hands to cup backside, then lifting her against him he lowered his mouth to hers.
Cuddy’s arms snaked around his neck as he held her pinned against his body. His hips, rocking forward against hers. His mouth locked to hers, biting, licking and finally probing her mouth with his silky tongue. She felt incredible in his arms, his lips and tongue tasting her as his beautiful hands roamed all over her body. She almost stopped his heart when she sucked his tongue even deeper into her mouth. His groan and her moan, a mixture of pain and pleasure.
Cuddy opened her mouth to his tongue, he tasted of coffee and orange and pure hot sex, she moaned into his mouth.
Heat rippling of him, in urgent waves as he nuzzled her neck. His breath, hot against her skin.
Pulling away from him, she grazed her hand down between their bodies, until she found him. Closing her hand carefully over him, she looked into his hooded eyes and said; “Make love to me.”
“Yes,” was all he said! Nothing else would come out. Pushing himself against her, he straightened up, holding his hand out to her. Taking his hand she followed him as he limped toward the bedroom. Halfway down the hall he could not fight the urge to touch her anymore. So once again he held her against the wall with his body as he unbuttoned her shirt, to push it open.
Cuddy stood perfectly still, watching his eyes travel over her body. Stopping when he got to her breasts. “There they are,” he whispered, swallowing hard. He softly ran the backs of his fingers over her skin, from her clavicles to the tips of each breast. Watching as her nipples pebbled and tightened at his touch. A slow, masculine smile on his face. Eyes bright, as he lowered his mouth to her. His tongue trailing a path down the valley between her breasts. Then turning his head he took first one breast, then the other into his hot wet mouth. Curling his tongue around her nipples, he licked, and then grazed her with his teeth before sucking hard enough to make her whimper. He had never wanted anything as much as he wanted her. She tasted like nothing he had ever tasted in his life!
Cuddy closed her eyes as his hands brushed against her skin; she could feel her nipples tighten as he ran his fingers over them. When she felt his tongue slide along her chest her knees threatened to give way. But when House took her breasts into his incredible mouth she was sure she was going to sink to the floor. Looking down at him, she saw his eyes close as he left openmouthed kisses all over her breasts. His beard, scratching sensually against her. The sensation, rushing heat, through her. Dragging him back up, she kissed him. Her naked body pressed against his, she kissed him, not a gentle loving kiss, more like I want you, and I need you, kind of kiss. The kind of kiss you share when you know you are not going to stop, not until both of you are naked and panting. Breaking their kiss she took his hand and walked the few remaining steps into the bedroom. Her shirt hanging open she turned, her body exposed to his eyes, she pulled him closer. Reaching for his waist she loosened his jeans and watched them fall to the floor. Then holding them there with her foot she helped him pull his feet out. Flicking them away with his foot, he stood completely naked in front of her.
Looking at his body made her sigh, he was beautifully put together, he had broad shoulders, a wide muscular chest, long strong arms. His stomach was flat, his legs were long, muscled and lean, looking down at his erection she smiled, he was large, hard and belligerently male. Reaching for her he pushed her shirt of her shoulders, and watched it fall to the floor. Both naked they stood staring, their eyes locked together.
Cuddy stood waiting for him to make the first move. When he did, it wasn’t toward her. Rather it was a half a step back. Then he dropped his hand to cover the scar on his leg, like he was hiding it from her. He just stood there looking at her, look at him.
“Move you hand, she said softly. When he never so much as moved a muscle, she said again; “House, move your hand.”
“No,” Cuddy sweetheart, it’s ugly and you don’t need to be looking at it.
There in his bedroom both of them naked and vulnerable, she stepped forward and gently reaching for his hand pulled it away from his damaged thigh. Replacing his hand with her own, her fingers softly touching and tracing what he was so desperate to hide.
“I love you, and this is part of you, part of who you are. I have seen it before, and I am not repulsed by it. I was the one who recommended the procedure responsible for this mark. This just says that you survived something that could easily have killed you. So don’t ever think you need to hide from me. I love you warts and all!”
Closing his eyes as she touched his damaged body, he said, “I wish I could make all this ugliness go away. How can you not be put of by it, when I am? Then looking at her continued; “look at you, you are absolutely perfect!”
Reaching for her he wrapped his arms around her pulling her close, his body shaking.
Holding him close she asked, “House, are you okay?”
“Yes, No! Actually I’m not. I want you so bad, I can barely think. But I’m worried I’ll hurt you, you are tiny, compared to me.
“Oh sweet man, you won’t hurt me, we’ve done this before, remember?”
Still holding her against his throbbing body, House stepped toward the bed, walking her backwards, until her legs were against it. Then lifting her, he knelt on the bed and carefully lowered her, following her down.
Lying down next to her he rested on his elbow. She was looking up at him with so much love that it was all he could do not to ravish her there and then.
Instead he put a hand onto her stomach and said, “Are you sure?” “If you want to we can wait.”
“Yes, I’m sure, and NO I don’t want to wait anymore. We have both wanted this for so long. Now we are here together and I want to BE with you.”
Pulling his head down toward hers, she kissed him, letting him kiss her back. She opened her mouth to his tongue, as he slid his over her lips and into her mouth. This was no frantic kiss. It was slow and sensual, everything she had always dreamed his kisses would be. She let him taste her, as she slipped her tongue into his mouth to again taste the coffee and orange he had had earlier.
House was completely lost to the taste and feel of her. Her skin was so soft and smooth. He slid his hand up her body along her ribs to the underside of her breasts. He massaged each one in turn, rolling her nipples between his finger and thumb.
Using his thumb nail he scraped his thumb over her nipples making her shiver.
He kissed her mouth, her eyes, down along her jaw to her neck. Finding her pulse he bit softly, against the throb, using his tongue to sooth any pain away. Then he stopped.
Cuddy opened her eyes when she felt him pull away from her. He was looking at her breasts, with a look of wonder on his face. Then he said; “Hello Girls, I’m Greg. I’ll be taking care of you from now on!” Then he bent down and kissed the tops of each breasts. Cuddy couldn’t help it, she started to giggle. “What are you doing?”
“I’m introducing myself to the girls. I want them to know who I am and that I will be the one touching and kissing them from now on,” he said smiling at her.
Looking down at her body House hooked his right leg over hers. Tangling his legs with hers he spread her, just enough for him to be able to put his thigh between hers.
His hand was stroking her again, watching her reaction to his touch, her body aching slightly as he ran his hand over her. Her lips parted and he watched her lick her bottom lip as he worked his hand lower along her stomach. As he did her stomach muscles twitched under her skin. Finally he put his hand where the both wanted it. Cupping her, let teased her with his fingers. She was hot and wet against his hand. “Is this for me?” he asked huskily.
“Yes, it’s for you. It’s always been for you.”
“Open for me.”
She did what he asked, and he slipped one of his fingers inside her. She was hot and wet and tight. Keeping eye contact, he slid his finger very slowly in and out of her. Then he was using two fingers and her eyes closed as a soft sigh escaped her parted lips.
Cuddy loved his hands on her body. He had big, strong hands, with long elegant fingers. Fingers that were just then, doing the most amazing things to her. He stroked and fondled, the sting of his first touch making her hips lift of the bed. He slid first one then two of his long fingers inside her, dragging a moan from deep inside her.
Wanting to touch him Cuddy reached down between their bodies and found him. He was hard and heavy in her hand. Closing her hand around him she stroked him. House sucked in a breath as her hand closed around his erection. As she stroked his shaft he pushed himself into her hand. Having her touch him, was very quickly driving him to a point of no return. Leaning down he kissed he softly on the lips, his hand still working between her legs as hers worked between his. Looking into her eyes he gasped; “Sweetheart, I can’t take much more.”
“Nor can I.”
“Look at me, I need to do something.”
Gently he removed his hand from between her legs and taking himself out of hers, he started to roll away.
“No!” She said reaching for him, stopping him.
“What do you mean No?”
“No, not with you.”
Looking at her, House was unsure he had understood.
“Are you saying you don’t want me to use a condom?”
“Yes, that’s what I am saying, I want you!”
Cocking his head, House looked at her; “Cuddy, are you serious? Don’t tease me; I can’t take that right now.”
“Yes, House, I want you to make love to me, without a condom. Yes I know! You always use a condom. But I love you, and if we are going to have any kind of sexual relationship we need to be able to trust each other. Now, do you still want to make love to me?”
“What, of course I want to make love to you! I am just a little surprised that you would let me near you without protection.”
Rolling toward him she hooked a leg over his and said, “We never used one the last time you made love to me!”
“No. we didn’t, did we? If memory serves, you never had any, and I did not for even a second think you would give me the time of day, let alone allow me to take you to bed.”
“No, I gave you a hell of a lot more than the time of day!”
“We were very reckless that night, but I was so hot and horny, that I never even thought of consequences. All I could think of was that I was the luckiest man on the planet. There you were, the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and you wanted me. And without a condom! I was in heaven!”
“We went to heaven a few times that night too!”
“Yes we did, gorgeous girl.”
Looking at her with serious eyes, he said; “I need you to answer a question.”
Before he could ask, she put her fingers against his lips and said; “Yes he did, every time.”
Reaching for her he said “Come here.”
Flipping her onto her back he rolled on top of her. She opened her legs as he settled himself between them, he fit perfectly. It was like she had been made for him. His erection pressing against her opening, he lay still just enjoying the feel of her under him. Resting on his elbows he looked into her eyes, and then very gently he pushed in, joining their bodies. Their sigh’s floating up from their lips to fill the air. Stopping, he withdrew. Then forward again until he was as deep inside her as he could go. Lowering his head he buried his face in her neck and breathed. He knew he would always want her.
Cuddy felt him hard against her softness. She was shocked at how well he fit between her legs. They were both panting, and with their eyes locked together, he slid into her. Never had anything felt so right. He stopped and pulled back, and then he pushed forward again until he was completely buried in her. Her back arching up of the bed as he nuzzled her neck. Her hips witched under him and he pushed back against her.
Cuddy was restless under him, her hips rolling against his. Her soft breathless moans making him wild, but he wanted to take his time loving her. “Sshh, sweetheart, easy, I haven’t done this in a long time, and I want it to last. Lifting himself onto his arms he looked down at her as he started to move. Pulling almost completely out of her, before thrusting back, as deeply as he could go. Again and again he withdrew only to surge back into her. Looking down at her body he watched as she undulated and rocked with every one of his deep thrusts. Her hips meeting his, as he pumped rhythmically into her. Bending his knees, he dipped his hips and thrust a little harder a little faster.
Wrapping her legs around his legs Cuddy rocked up against House as he moved in and over her. Her hands caressing his chest, his shoulders, his powerful arms as he held himself of her. But she wanted him close. She wanted to feel his skin against her. Pulling on him until he lowered himself onto her. Pressing deep he started to rock against her. Her legs went round his hips as she opened herself to him. If she wanted him close he was going to give her exactly that.
Cuddy held him close, lifting her hips to meet his, their bodies moving in concert, they made love to each other.
House felt her body tensing under his; he felt her tremble and knew she was close. Wrapping his arms around her he pumped harder, faster. His own release, nipping at him. Then he felt her body clench and squeeze around his, her legs tighten around him as she arched up of the bed. Her climax shuddering through her as she came apart in his arms. House knew he had never seen anything so beautiful as Cuddy in rapture. Her body still squirming, sucking and squeezing at him. Feeling his own release on him, he closed his arms around her, kissing her neck, her chin, her mouth. As his climax shook him he pushed himself deep and hard against her, his back arched as he poured into her. His hoarse shout bouncing of the walls as his release ripped through him.
Collapsing onto her, and trying not to squash her, House, fought for air. His lungs were on fire, his heart going a million miles a minute, his body humming, every nerve ending firing of aftershocks that still shook him. Cuddy lay under him, her body twitching against his. Her eyes closed as she concentrated on catching her breath. Her arms and legs still wrapped around him, she held him, enjoying the feel of him on top of her. Turning his head House kissed her under her ear, she could just hear him as he whispered a soft; “thank you.” Then he was still, completely relaxed, warm and heavy on her.
Not wanting to squash her tiny body House lifted himself onto his elbows. Looking down at her he smiled. Her eyes were closed, her lips swollen from his kisses slightly parted; her glorious mane of hair was spread out over his pillow. She was gorgeous. Still buried deep inside her he wiggled his hips against hers. Slowly she opened her stunning grey eyes and looked into his magnetic blue ones. “You okay?” Smiling she said, “Any more okay, and I’ll need a doctor, oh wait you are a doctor, I’m in VERY GOOD hands!”
House kissed her on the lips as he lifted himself away and out of her.
Grabbing his backside to stop him Cuddy groused. “No, where are you going? Stay with me.”
“I’m too heavy for you; surely you’ve had enough of me holding you down.”
“I’ll never have enough of you.” Dropping her hands to the bed she let him move.
House lay down next to her, pulling her into his arms. Her head, resting on his chest, an arm draped over his stomach their legs tangled together, she snuggled up against him.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yes, perfect. I have just been ravished by my love.
“Mmm yes you have. I’m sorry if I was a little rough, you make it impossible to control myself”
Looking up at him she said, “I love it when you are out of control.” Then she kissed his chest and settled herself against him again.
House lay looking at her. Lifting her chin with one finger so that she had to look at him he said, “You’re mine now, okay! No more boys or blind dates! It makes be crazy.”
“I’ve always been yours!”
They lay quietly wrapped in each others arms. House felt her breathing slow and knew she was almost asleep. He was just as exhausted. Kissing the top of her head he rolled them onto their sides. Pulling her against him, he curled himself around her back, his one arm under her pillow the other around her waist. Grabbing the sheet he pulled it up over them. It wasn’t cold, and their bodies were still heated from their lovemaking, but he knew she would feel more comfortable being covered.
Just before he fell asleep he tightened his hold on her. Kissing her shoulder he mouthed silently, I Love You.
Cuddy was so relaxed she allowed him to re-arrange their bodies, without a sound. He lay spooned behind her. His big body curled around her. She felt him pull the sheet up over them and was grateful he had. Feeling his lips against her shoulder she smiled softly. Taking his hand she laced their finger and held both hands against her chest. She felt his thumb softly stroke against the soft skin of her breast.
House had thought her asleep until she took his hand and held it between her breasts. “Go to sleep sweetheart.”
“Don’t call me sweetheart.”
House didn’t know what the problem was with him calling her sweetheart; he would ask her when they woke up. Right now though all he wanted was to sleep. Closing his eyes he fell asleep, with a smile on his face, holding the woman he loves in his arms.
And for the first time in a very long time the demon dog stopped howling and lay down.