Chapter 3 as promised. I have split this chapter so there is a 4th and final chapter to follow shortly!!
Again for the under 18's I trust you will exercise the necessary restraint to avoid reading that which is NOT appropriate for you.
SEVERAL HOURS LATER…….
Lying on his back, House came back to the world slowly, his brain taking it’s time letting it in. He hated mornings, and he especially hated the mornings his leg hurt like it was hurting now. Eyes closed he tried to ignore the throbbing in his thigh. He was tired and sore and wanted nothing more than to sink back into sleep. Reaching down he rubbed his hand over the scar. As his hand made contact with his leg his brain finally caught up. I’m NAKED! The next thought was; WHY? Then very quickly the events of the past hours came rushing back.
Cuddy and Lucas getting married, Hannah, Cuddy “I don’t love you”, the pain, the mirror, the Vicodin, Cuddy “I love you”, Cuddy in his arms, Cuddy loving him, Cuddy making love to him.
Opening his eyes he looked down at her. She was snuggled next to him. Her breasts pressed against his chest, an arm flung over his stomach, a leg hooked over his. She looked so beautiful, her hair spread over his chest and arm, her soft breaths puffing lightly against his skin. Tightening his arm around her he pulled her closer. Her sleepy moan, making him smile, she tightened her hold on him. He still could not quite believe she was there, lying in his arms, naked, sated and sleepy. He wanted to throw back the sheet so he could look at her. But he knew that if she caught him she would punish him. Then again the punishment might just be worth while. Rolling toward her, so that he was facing her he wrapped his arms around her and rolled back. He now had her lying on top of him. Her small, soft body pressed against his. Every part of her was resting intimately against him, making him even harder under her.
Softly House ran his hands all over her back. Her skin was warm and smooth. Down further, until he could close his hands over her backside, settling there he stroked her skin. Smiling to himself he remembered all the times he had made comments about her backside and God help him it was a very sexy backside. He remembered when she had asked him to give her the hormone shots for the IVF treatment. When she handed him the syringe and lifted her skirt his heart had almost stopped. He had enjoyed touching her, even if it was just to clean the skin where he was to inject her, and she knew he enjoyed it too. He loved looking at her, in those secret moments he had wanted to offer himself to her instead of the IVF.
He remembered thinking at the time, that he would like very much giving her an injection of a different sort! But instead of being honest with her about how he felt, he had been sarcastic. She’d wanted it to, he was sure. That is why she had come to his office. They had wasted so much time, making each other unhappy instead of just behaving like adults and dealing with their attraction. He had wanted her then already; hell, he had always wanted her. And it had just gotten stronger and stronger as the years went on.
House held her close kissing her temple. He loved her, he knew that, but he did not think he had the courage to tell her. At least not now! He hoped that one day he would be able to say it out loud. He prayed they could make it work; he never again wanted to be without her. He could not stomach the thought of her with another man, just thinking about it, he felt like he would erupt into violence. He also knew that he was going to have to make a considerable effort if he wanted to keep her. He would never admit it, not on pain of death, but he was prepared to do and be anything she wanted him to be. The only problem was; he didn’t think he could change and THAT scared him!
Cuddy was warm and more comfortable than she had been in a very long time. She had no intention of moving. The big warm body next to her, cradling her, felt like home, and she was staying in today! Then he was moving. The sleepy moan that escaped her did not seem to register with him. She wanted him to stay still. So she tightened her arms and legs around him to stop him moving away. She never said a word, just relaxed against him in the hope he would settle and go back to sleep. The next thing she was being rolled onto him. He lay back, opened his legs and arranged her like a blanket over him. Still she didn’t make a sound. She was awake now and wondered what he was up to, what he was going to do next. Her head resting on his shoulder her face against his neck she kept her breathing even and her body relaxed.
She had to admit she was comfortable. And lying on top of him was a massive turn on. Especially with his body reacting as it was. But to her surprise, all he did was caress his hands all over her back and down to her backside. Then he cupped his hands over the fleshy globes and stroked her skin with his fingers. Cuddy wondered what House was doing. But he just kept stroking her skin. Lying quietly in the dimly lit room, she listened to his breathing. Pushing her hips against his, making him groan, she whispered against his neck; “House what are you doing, and how did I get on top of you?” Then she kissed him softly and lifted her head to look into his eyes.
Smiling up at her he squeezed her backside and quietly said; “Hi.” then kissed her on her lips, a soft, lingering, lippy kiss.
“Hi, yourself, what are you doing, and how did I get here?”
“I’m learning you, I want your body to know my touch, even when you’re asleep, and I think you drove here!”
“What time is it?”
Looking at the bedside clock he said, “11 h00, we slept for 4 hours.”
Running her hands down his sides she tickled him as she made her way down his body. House tried to catch her hands but, his squirming was having an altogether different effect on both of them, so he stopped.
“I drove here did I?”
“Yup, I might be mistaken though; you could have come on your broom, it was dark out!”
With that Cuddy pushed herself up into a sitting position and thumped him on the chest. House was laughing at her and she was laughing at him laughing at her. She had never seen him this playful and knew he was enjoying himself. Truth be told, so was she.
“Okay, okay, stop, STOP! NO more hitting, I’m sorry.”
Catching her hands in his he said again; “Hey, look at me, I’m sorry.” He had a huge smile on his face and Cuddy knew; he was not even a little bit sorry.
Her position on top of him gave him the perfect view of her body. Letting go of her hands, he looked into her eyes and reaching up, ran the index finger of each hand down her neck to the hollow. His eyes now followed his hands. Then he stroked his thumbs out along her clavicles. Opening his hands he brushed his fingers back to the center of her chest, and without stopping, he dragged his splayed fingers slowly down over her chest to close over both her breasts.
Cuddy watched his face as he watched his hands. His eyes were bright and she felt a little shiver slide through her. She sat straddled over him and felt his body swell and harden under her. Arching her back she pushed her breasts into his hands, she wanted what he wanted. Still watching him she ran her hands over his chest, her fingers spearing through his chest hair. Using her fingers she circled his flat male nipples to hardness, her hands sliding up his chest, to trace the muscles in his shoulders as they bunched under her touch.
Closing his eyes, he let his hands travel down her body, over her ribs that he felt one at a time, down her flat stomach to her narrow hips. Closing his big hands over her hips he lifted her of him, flipping her back onto the bed.
Leaning over her he kept her still.
“Hey, that’s not fair!”
“What’s not fair?”
“You know, how would you like me to do that to you?”
“You did, earlier, remember? I almost had to beg you to stay.”
“So this is payback?”
“Nope, I want nothing more than to make love to you right now.”
“No but, I AM going to make love to you. But you have to answer my question first?
“What,” she smiled, “you want to ask me a question instead of making love?”
“Not instead of, before!”
Looking at him she pulled the sheet over herself then rolling in it, she swung her legs of the bed and got up, pulling the sheet off the bed and off him, leaving him naked aroused and exposed.
“Hey! What the?” Cudddyyyyyy. He made no move to cover himself; instead he put his hands behind his head, and looked at her.
Looking back at him lying on the bed, her eyes traveled down his body stopping first at his erection, arching an eyebrow, her eyes moved lower stopping again when she reached the scar.
He was watching her. She walked around the bed to his side and sat down on the edge. Before he knew what she was planning she reached out a hand and rubbed the damaged area. “It’s hurting isn’t it, where are your tablets?”
Sighing at the feel of her hands on him, he nodded “medicine cabinet in the bathroom.”
“Do you need them?”
“Yeah, but it can wait.”
“I’ll get them.”
Grabbing her hand before she could move he said, “Come back to bed!”
“Later, I need to call home and check on Rachel, and I want to get your pills.”
Frowning he asked, “So we are done here?”
“Okay,” he nodded miserably and tried to get up. His leg really was hurting but he didn’t want her to see how much.
Looking up at her he said, “Since there will be no more sex or sleeping, how about you make the coffee.”
Frowning she tilted her head and asked; “Is that what I said?”
Not bothering to answer her he reached for his robe and pulled it on. As he limped to the bathroom using the bed for support, he said; “coffee’s in the cupboard next to the machine.”
With that he disappeared into the bathroom and shut the door.
Cuddy stood stunned, what had just happened? One minute he was playful and silly and making them both burn. Then in the space of a heartbeat he changed into the surly man she had seen much too often in the last years. Cuddy hated that he walked away from her like that.
Turning she scooped up her shirt, snatched her panties from his jeans and jerked them on, then spread the sheet back over the bed. Walking toward the kitchen she heard him in the bathroom.
House closed the door and leaned his head against the wall. How was he going to hide this from her? He was in one hell of a lot of pain right now. Lifting his foot of the floor he bent his knee, letting his leg hang free. The dull ache never completely went away. It had with the Vicodin, but the Ibuprofen just was not strong enough. And he knew he couldn’t take anything else. Hopping toward the medicine cabinet he reached for the little white bottle of Ibuprofen. He took two pills and popped them into his mouth. He was so used to popping pills he never even bothered with water anymore. Sitting on the side of the bath he opened his robe and looked down at his leg. He half expected to see it throb! Rubbing the aching area with his hand he tried to warm the muscle. What he should do is run a bath and soak in the hot water. That normally helped with the pain.
As he sat rubbing his leg and thought about Cuddy. What had he just done? He completely ignored her and walked away. He realized that it was classic House. He knew she would dismiss it as him being him. But that is not what he wanted. He did not want to be that miserable, self obsessed man anymore. Like he told Dr Nolan, he was tired of being unhappy. He wanted to be the man he knew he could be, and especially with her. The man that was playful in bed, the man that loved and adored her, even if he could not say it out loud.
Getting up he quickly washed his face, and while he was there he brushed his teeth.
Taking the head of his toothbrush he dropped it into the glass. Then he reached for a new brush head still in a blister pack and left it on the side of the basin.
Taking a deep breath he opened the bathroom door and limped down the hall toward the living room. He could hear her in the kitchen, stopping he took a deep breath, then releasing it slowly he walked into the kitchen. She was standing with her back to him, replacing the filter in the machine. He knew she had heard him, his limping walk made his footfalls heavy. She did not bother to turn around. She just kept fiddling with the filter. She was dressed in “her” pink shirt and he knew she had retrieved her underwear. She was angry and hurt and no way was she standing around half naked. He could see it in her angry jerky movements. Limping up to her, he slid his arms around her waist, pulling her back against him. She resisted but he was stronger and more insistent. “Sweetheart, I’m sorry.”
She never said anything, just stood there looking at her hands. Pushing himself against her, he held her still.
“I’m sorry,” he said again slowly, lowering his lips to her ear. He kissed her softly, along her jaw and down her neck, punctuating every kiss with an apology. He held her tight against him; his heart was thudding in his chest. He needed her to answer him, to forgive him. He needed her to love him; he also knew he had just made his first mistake!
Cuddy heard House come into the kitchen. Ignoring him she carried on changing the filter for the coffee machine. She was mad as a box of frogs. He definitely was making a good case for her not to have a relationship with him. She could not believe he ignored her and walked away. She was very close to tears; this is not what she had had in mind. She’d thought he had changed. But it seemed; that was all a show. He was still it seemed, the same miserable, uncommunicative man he had always been. Then she felt him behind her, at the same time his strong arms closed around her dragging her back against him. She could smell the toothpaste on his breath as he said; “sweetheart, I’m sorry.” She tried to ignore him but then he started kissing her. Her ear, her jaw and down her neck, his breath warm against her skin, his whispered words, softening her heart. He never apologized for anything, EVER!
How was she ever going to resist him? She had to make him understand that she was not going to put up with his moods. She was not going to allow him to hurt her and then think he can kiss her senseless, or make love to her until she forgot. If he was going to get all sulky and sullen she would rather stay away from him. She had enough on her plate. She wanted a man that wanted her, as much as she wanted him, in and out of the bedroom! A man that would help her, take care of her, talk to her and most of all trust her. As much as she loved him and enjoyed his lovemaking, he really was a generous lover; she would rather not start something that would end up breaking them both.
Turning her in his arms he looked down into her eyes. There was no mischief in them now and he hated that he had made her unhappy. He took the filter she was holding and threw it onto the floor. Taking her hands he backed out of the kitchen, toward the living room. He needed to sit down before he went down. She tried to pull her hand away but he had a good grip on her. “No, just come and sit with me a minute. I need to talk to you. My leg hurts, I can’t stand anymore!” Cuddy stopped resisting and letting him pull her along, she went with him to the couch. She watched as he dropped into the seat, and just caught his eyes close as he took a deep shaky breath. Stepping over his legs she moved to sit next to him, but as she stepped over him he grabbed her and pulled her into his lap. “No House! Let me go you can’t hurt me and then think you can make love to me and I will let it go.”
“Cuddy, look at me please.”
Sitting in his lap she looked at him. His eyes never leaving hers he said; “I really am sorry, I was insensitive and it was unnecessary. I should not have done that. I am not going to say it will never happen again. It probably will. I am a complicated man, and I have got a long way to go before I am completely whole. But please don’t turn away from me. I ‘m going to make mistakes, I know I’ve just made the first one! But I need you; I don’t want to be without you. Now that I finally have you, you need to understand that I want this to work, more than anything, I want US to work.” Finally looking away he continued, “Before I went into Mayfield, Wilson asked me if I wanted to be the man with the answers or the man with you, and sweetheart, I most definitely want to be the man with you!”
Taking her hand in his he brought it to his lips and kissed her palm. Then he kissed the inside of her wrist, running his tongue up to her inner elbow. When he got there she pulled her arm away. “No, you can’t do that! House, I love you, I have said it over and over. I know you won’t say it to me, but that does not mean you can hurt me. I won’t stand for your moods and surliness. You need to know that right now. I would rather go home, or to work. I want you to talk to me, to need me, to trust me.
Maybe I should go home anyway. Before we both say or do something that is going to be impossible to take back.”
Pushing against him she tried to get up, but House once again was not having any of it. He held on to her, wrapping his arms around her he lay her down on the couch and lay down on top of her. She was well and truly pinned. He took her hands in his and held them gently above her head in one of his. Cuddy was so mad at him she was shaking; she was fighting to hold back the tears. “Get of me House!”
“Ssshh,” putting his fingers against her lips, “keep still, I won’t hurt you, and you know that, just listen to me.”
“I am not going to let you leave, not like this. I said I was sorry, I know you are angry and hurt. But if you leave now, we are never going to sort this out, and I don’t want that. Stay here with me. Let’s have coffee and we can talk. I hate that you think I don’t need you or trust you.” Cuddy stopped fighting against him and said quietly; “Get of me!” House was a little weary, he did not know if that meant she was staying or that the minute he let her up she would make a dash for the door. She would have to go and get dressed before she left and he would bolt the damn door if he had to. Letting her hands go, he pushed himself up and of her. Holding a hand out to her he pulled her up of the couch, and into his arms. They stood quietly holding onto each other. He stroked her back and she with her hands between them stroked his chest. House released a huge sigh. Squeezing her against him then stepping back he teased; “I’ll make the coffee, you keep me company. You seem to be having difficulty with the filter!”
Cuddy stood in the kitchen while House made them coffee. He asked her about Rachel, nothing specific just general stuff. Cuddy carried their cups to the living room and they sat chatting about his team and what they were going to say when they got to work. They laughed at Houses impersonations of his team and Wilson’s when they found out, that Dr Cuddy had spent the day in Dr Houses bed, NAKED! Then he started on the other doctors and the nurses. It really was funny, if only it was not so terrifying. She told him about suspending Nurse Jeffrey for snooping in his office, and that she knew about all his “petty thefts” in the shop and cafeteria. He made his “who me” face and set her of again. Pulling him closer she reached up and kissed him. He kissed her back but didn’t take over or force himself on her. He just let her kiss him. They were happy and comfortable and enjoying each others company, he wanted to keep a light touch. It had gotten dangerously close to meltdown and they were both a little unnerved. Cuddy knew he was trying, and she loved him for it. Taking both empty cups back to the kitchen, she said: Couch or Bed?”
House just looked at her. ‘What?”
“I can see your leg is aching you can hardly stand or even sit up straight.”
“You noticed that did you?”
‘House I new the minute you tried to get up of the bed you were in pain, I heard you banging your head against the wall in the bathroom!”
“It wasn’t my head, it was my fist!”
“Oh Whatever! “ Answer me, Couch or Bed?”
House knew where he wanted to go, but he was unsure of her reaction, and he most definitely did not have the strength for another argument.
Knowing this was a test, he decided to be honest and deal with the consequences; “Bed, I want to go to bed!”
“Good, so do I” and with that she walked out of the kitchen and down the hall.
House was stunned silent and still. Shaking his head he wondered what had just happened. Not caring he started to move. He had hardly taken a step when she came around the corner.
“What are you doing? Hurry Up!”
Smiling at her he pointed at his leg.
“Oh please if I was lying naked on your bed, you would hop on one leg, if it meant you would get there sooner. Now move!”
Cuddy walked of again laughing at him. She remembered him saying that to her in the Clinic, in front of a patient.
House followed her, laughing quietly at her apparent lack of sympathy for his affliction. He liked the fact that she would calmly tease him about his leg. It was normal.
In the bedroom Cuddy lowered the blinds a little more, and as he came in she said; you brushed you teeth, that’s cheating.”
“No it’s not; it’s what I do everyday after I wake up! Don’t tell me you skip that part!”
“You know I don’t, but it is not fair, I am not going to want to kiss you anymore now.”
Frowning at her he mumbled, “Why because I brushed my teeth, I wish you had warned me sooner and I wouldn’t have! I left you a new brush head in it’s packaging in the bathroom. If you want to brush your teeth then you can. If you don’t, I don’t care, but I am still going to kiss you!”
Cuddy stuck her tongue out at him and went to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
“Hey why do you need to close the door to brush your teeth? Honestly women!”
Sitting on the bed House stared unseeing at the wall. He was rubbing his leg when she came out of the bathroom. Walking up to stand between his legs she caressed his face, his neck, and his shoulders. House put his arms around her and rested his head against her.
“Is it bad?”
“Not as bad as some days, but yes, it’s hurting today.”
Pulling him up, Cuddy loosened his robe and pushed it off.
“Get onto the bed.”
House was too stunned to argue; he sat down and swung his legs up onto the bed. Cuddy climbed onto the bed with him and straddled his leg.
“What are you doing,” he said as she sat on her knees and leaned forward.
“Relax; I am going to massage your leg. Lean back and close your eyes. Tell me if I hurt you,” she said as she started to massage his thigh.
“You could never hurt me.”
Looking up at him she shushed him, “close your eyes, lean back against the pillows and relax I said”
Closing his eyes he did what he was told. He relaxed as much as a man could, lying naked on his bed with his woman sitting over him massaging his leg, wearing nothing but his shirt and a pair of lace panties!
“Cuddy, this is a little strange. I can’t sit here naked with you rubbing my leg. All I can think about is getting you out of that shirt.”
“Would you feel better if I took it of?”
His eyes shot open and he stared at her. “Yes,” he answered to quickly, making her smile.
“Well I’m not going to, because then you won’t keep still, but I will unbutton it.”
Sitting up, Cuddy unbuttoned the shirt, and then she calmly went back to rubbing his leg. There was no way he was going to close his eyes now, but that was fine, she loved having him look at her. So long as he stayed still so she could deal with his pain.
The second that shirt opened; his heart felt like it had stopped then went from 0 to 100 in seconds, leaving him with rather an impressive erection. Looking down at his body, then at her and shrugged. “Sorry ‘bout that, just ignore him!”
House leaned back and watched her. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He’d thought so in med school and he had never thought anything else. He knew she had a great body; she always did, but as she’d matured that young body changed, into something else. He had never seen a body like hers. She was small and absolutely perfect. Her legs were strong, her shoulders and back toned, and her butt was easily the most incredible part of her, well besides those breasts. Them he wanted to touch ALL the time. Her stomach was flat and she had the most delicious belly button God had ever given a woman. She had the most luxurious mane of dark hair and the most incredibly beautiful grey eyes he’d ever seen, and her mouth, that mouth could make a man go insane She was sensational, and she was HIS!
Not able to resist he reached his hand forward and touched her. She looked up at him and saw the question in his eyes. Looking into his dreamy blue eyes she slid her hands up his leg, she didn’t stop until her hands closed over his erection. Gently she worked her hands on him, enjoying the masculine feel of him in her hands. He was very hard, but his skin of his penis was soft and smooth as silk. She felt him shudder as she kept her hand moving on him. His eyes closed his head back he pushed himself into her hands.
“Gahhhhh…….You sweet, sweet woman.”
Leaning forward Cuddy kissed him softly on his chest. His body was rigid under her.
Suddenly he sat up and grabbing her, pulling her of him and onto the bed. Cuddy was a little surprised at the speed of his movement. “I want you out of these panties, now!” As he said that he reached down and pushed the lace down then pulled them roughly of her. Running his hand up the inside of her leg House pushed at her legs so that she would open them. Leaning down he kissed her mouth her neck, her breasts. “Open your legs, I want to touch you.”
Opening her legs to him, Cuddy’s body jerked as his fingers touched her. He fondled and touched, slipping his finger just inside her, before moving it away. There was no part of her he left untouched. When she thought she was going to scream, she begged, “House please.”
Slipping his long finger into her he said; “is this, what you want?”
She was hot, wet and soft against him.
In went another finger, slowly he worked both his fingers inside her, her hips twisting against his hand. He watched her face as her eyes closed, the pleasure showing on her face. He kept his hand between her legs until he felt her body clench around his fingers. Slowly he pulled them out, keeping his hand on her.
Cuddy opened her eyes, watching him. He looked from his hand to her face and said; “you have no idea how gorgeous you are, you respond to my touch like you were made for me.”
Licking her lips and swallowing she said: “I was!”
Lowering his head again, he brushed his lips against her neck, “Cuddy, will you make love to me? Please!”
Knowing what that had cost him, she pushed him up until he was sitting against the headboard and pillows. Then carefully she climbed into his lap, her legs straddling his hips, her hands braced against his wide chest.
“Help me with this shirt.”
House gently pushed the shirt of her shoulders and let it slide onto his legs. As Cuddy pulled her arms free he grabbed it and threw it of the bed. Then settling onto him, she felt the tip of his rock hard erection press against her. House closed his hands over her hips and lifted her, his eyes locked with hers. Cuddy let him, but when he tried to lower her, she used her legs to hold herself away from him. Then rubbed herself against him, until she again felt the tip of him open her, she thrust her hips back and down, just as he thrust up, taking all of him inside her in one heart stopping, mind-numbing plunge. Both House and Cuddy groaned loudly. Cuddy did not move; House was holding her down, he was impossibly hard and high inside her. ”Mmmm, woman, you feel so good, do that again? Lifting herself up on her legs she let him slip almost out, before she lowered herself onto him again. Over and over she lifted and lowered herself on him; loving that he filled every bit of her, like their bodies were made just for each other. Then she stopped moving, sitting still, until he opened his eyes, looking into them, she said; “I love you.”
House felt like his heart was going to explode. He was crazy in love and he knew it, he wanted to tell her, but he had not said those words in so long, they seemed almost alien. He knew she wanted him to tell her he loved her, even if she denied it, he knew. If saying it to her had the same effect on her as her words had on him, he wanted to say them. Looking deep into her eyes, his hands stroking up and down her back, took a deep breath and said; “I”, and that is as far as he got. She kissed her fingers and put them over his mouth, stopping him. He looked at her wondering what she was doing; surely she wanted to hear him say he loved her.
He saw the tear escape from her eyes as she said: “Sshhh, I know, I’ve always known. Don’t say it now. I want you to say it when you are ready, but I know.”
House watched as the tears rolled down her cheeks, he felt like his heart was breaking. She knew!
House kissed her fingers, they had just shared a very intimate moment, he was buried deep inside her and all he knew was that he would not survive if he lost her.
“How?” he asked wiping her tears away with his thumbs.
“I can see it in your eyes when you look at me, I feel it when you touch me and I hear it when you say my name.”
Pulling her head down towards him, he kissed her, a long slow mating of their tongues. Their hands stroking and caressing every inch of exposed skin. There was no hurry or urgency in their kiss or touch. The simply enjoyed the closeness. Breaking their kiss Cuddy sat back, her movement pushing him even deeper into her. House circled her hips with his hands, but did not try to move her. Looking at his mouth Cuddy slowly ran the tip of her index finger over first his top then bottom lip. She loved his mouth! His lips were soft and as she now knew, he knew how to use them to devastating effect. Next she ran her finger down along his nose, he had a sexy mouth, but his nose was one of his most incredible features, it was a man’s nose, strong and perfectly straight. She had dreamed for years of him nuzzling against her with his beautiful nose.
House closed his eyes enjoying her touch, he loved that they were talking their time. He knew they would eventually get to a point where movement would become more important than air, but for now, while they could, they would linger, as usual he was very turned on by her, her touch, the smell and texture of her skin, the feel of her wrapped so tight and wet around him. He let his hands wonder all over her, his fingers touching and teasing, up her back, over her shoulders, down over her breasts, where he stopped to fondle, and on to her stomach. Along her legs and round to her backside. Her skin was hot and smooth against his fingertips, the palms of his hands tingling with pleasure. Cuddy’s hands making just as thorough an exploration of his body, making his muscles bunch and twitch under her touch.
Leaning forward she kissed his right temple, then his right eye. Then moving to the left side she did the same. She kissed both sides of his nose taking care not to hurt him. Finally she reached her destination, running her tongue along his bottom lip she teased at his mouth until he opened for her. Their kiss was hot and sexy, their tongues licking, tasting, tangling and teasing, their lips sucking and searching. They took their time exploring each other, both with their hands and their mouths. House loved kissing her; he loved soft, sensual kisses, her kisses left him wanting more. Always more! Breaking their kiss he looked into her eyes, her position on his lap leaving her at the exact same height as him.
Their hands found each other, lacing their fingers together; House lowered his hands to the bed, pulling Cuddy down even harder against him. Both their bodies had started to rock, his hips rolling up into her, his penis pulsing inside her. Cuddy was squirming in his lap, trying to get closer to him, her hips also rocking, but not forward and back. She was moving her hips in a circular motion, making him, if it was possible, even harder. The sensation of her riding him the way she was, and him rocking up deeper inside her, was indescribable. House had never felt anything like it in his life; his only thought was that she was going to make his eyes roll back in his head. Opening his legs he started to thrust harder. They were both breathing hard, their skins covered with a light sheen of perspiration. House let go of her hands, clamping his over her hips, holding her down. He did not want her jerking away from him when she came. Cuddy grabbed hold of his powerful biceps and anchored herself against him, looking into his eyes she started to ride him faster. Their bodies taking over, unable to resist they surrendered to their baser need for each other. The room filled with the sound of their lovemaking, every moan, each groan, pushing them closer to completion, their naked bodies meeting in unrestrained raw passion.
House felt Cuddy’s body tremble, her tight passage squeezing around him, he knew her orgasm was close, and to his dismay his orgasm was even closer. Cuddy felt him swell inside her and knew he was going to come. His hips pumped faster into her, shifting her weight she rode him hard. They were both panting their lungs screaming for air. Cuddy felt his hands tighten in an almost painful grip on her hips, and he had started to shake. “Cuddy, I’m gonna come!” he growled.
Looking at him she moaned; “come with me, NOW!”
His arms wrapped over her back, his hands coming over her shoulders he held her down. Their primed bodies exploded at the same time, their orgasms shuddering through them. Cuddy’s back arched as her control shattered, her release leaving her writhing against him, her nails digging into his back, hard enough to break the skin.
“I love you; I love you,” a low, slow, husky moan from deep inside her wrapped itself around his heart.
House felt like he was going to split in two, his orgasm ripping through him, as he came hard and deep. “OH God Lisa…….Yessssss!”
Collapsing boneless against him, her arms and legs still wrapped around him, Cuddy smiled as she fought for air. He had never called her by her name before, the sound of it coming from him while he was in sexual ecstasy confirmed what she had set out to do. He had completely lost control. He relaxed back against the headboard trying to catch his breath. He still had his arms wrapped around her, and seemed desperate to keep her there, their bodies still twitching in the aftermath of their orgasms, his silky penis still inside her. They sat wrapped in and around each other, until they both were breathing normally and their bodies had stopped shooting fireworks through them. Neither of them ready nor wanting to move, and even less inclined it seemed to let go of the other.
Cuddy kissed House’s shoulder softly then snuggled her face against his neck, kissing his Adams apple as she relaxed in his arms.
House caressed the smooth skin of her back absentmindedly with his fingers.
Murmuring against her hair House said; “I need to tell you something.”
Struggling she sat up and looked at him, “your leg hurts, I’m sorry I used you roughly, I don’t know what happened.”
“What, NO!” he smiled. “Promise me you’ll use me like that again.”
“I didn’t hurt you, what about your back?”
“I promise, to use you roughly every opportunity I get!”
“Thank you.” He said smiling.
Leaning forward she kissed him softly on his lips and started to lift herself of him.
“No, where are you going?”
I think I had better lie down next to you, even if you claim your leg is not sore, I know it must be.”
“Stay here, I’m enjoying this, I love having you on top of me.”
“House, as much as I’d love to stay here in your arms, my legs are tired, let me lie down on the bed and hold you for a bit.”
Cuddy lifted herself of and away from him. Feeling him slip out of her body left her feeling strangely empty and alone. House felt the same way, and let her know he was not thrilled with having her move away from him, even if it was just to lie down next to him. Grumbling and grousing until she pulled him into her arms, smiling he went quietly into them. Lying with his head on her chest pillowed by her beautiful breasts, he relaxed. He held her close as they enjoyed the quiet togetherness. Cuddy played with the short soft hair in his neck, which was still a little damp. House indulged his fascination with her belly button, circling it with his fingers. They were both happy and exhausted. Lifting himself of her he lay down next to her and dragging her against him, he pulled the sheet up and over them for the second time that morning. House was relaxed from the top of his head to the soles of his feet. Cuddy was already half asleep against him.
“I love you,” he said quietly, his arm tightening around her.
Moving slowly, Cuddy looked up into his sleepy blue eyes and smiled. “Of course you do, I love you too.”
And just as calmly she spooned herself against him, kissed the side of his chest and went to sleep.
And there is was, simple as that. No lightning, no thunder, no earthquakes. House thought it was going to be much harder to say. But once he said the words, they seemed to be the most natural thing in the world to say, especially to the woman lying in his arms. She knew he loved her. She had always known he loved her, just like she had always known she loved him.
House smiled down at her. Why had he been so afraid of telling her he loved her? If he had done it sooner they could have avoided a whole lot of pain and unhappiness.
He shuddered to think how close he had come to loosing her. He vowed to tell her or show her everyday in some way, what she meant to him. With a smile on his face, and the woman he loved in his arms, House fell asleep.