Contains SMUT! NSFW, really rated M, this one. ;)
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The Italian restaurant wasn't full of people only a few couples and singles here and there. The place was small but it was very homey and quaint. House and Cuddy were seated at the far side of the restaurant, in a quiet corner, far from the other clients.
They have already had lunch, Cuddy getting herself a vegetarian lasagna while House had a meaty lasagna. They skipped the wine as per Cuddy's demand—and she really almost pinched him for urging them to do so.
"I was wondering," Cuddy started as she licked her lips after having another spoon of her dessert, клубника gelato. "Maybe we could go to HR on Monday? I don't want to have to hide this… us."
House shrugged. "Makes sense. At least I know you're not ashamed of me," he added with a coy smile. Cuddy's brows furrowed at that reply. "I know there'll be times when I probably will, knowing how Ты could be at work. But I've never been ashamed of Ты или being your friend," she told him, reaching across the таблица to put her hand on вверх of his.
From her words, House gave a curt nod. "Won't that create trouble for you? I mean, the board could—"
Cuddy shook her head, patting his hand. "It'll be harder if they find found out some way else," she told him knowingly. "And they already create trouble for me. Nothing's really new."
House sighed. "Sorry you'll have to put up with me at work and outside the hospital," he apologized.
Cuddy gave him a smile, finding it cute that he was apologizing for being who he was. He shook her head once again. "I want Ты to be you, House. Just… tone it down a bit when we get to HR, okay?" House nodded, taking a spoonful of his Hershey's gelato.
"I could stay at my apartment," House suddenly announced after a few minutes. Cuddy looked at him, brows furrowing. "I cleaned everything up when I got there earlier," he informed her, eyes lowered to his dessert.
"If that's what Ты want," Cuddy сказал(-а) slowly, a little hesitant.
"Yes," House nodded, looking at her.
"Okay," she said, giving him the Космос he wanted despite them being together.
"Thank you," he whispered.
Cuddy gave him a reassuring smile.
He'll be okay.
"Where do Ты want to go next?" House asked, changing topic, pursing his lips and waiting for her answer.
Cuddy perked up a little at this and she pulled her hand back, propping her chin on it with her elbow on the table. "I get to choose?" she amusedly asked him with that lopsided grin of hers. House gave a nonchalant shrug. He had a full tank of gas. And his leg was pretty much a good boy today.
Cuddy smiled sweetly at this but shook her head. "Let's just go back to your place," she told him. She could've сказал(-а) her place but she guessed that along with Актёрское искусство all-perfect to Marina, he had also taken advantage of asking her babysitter to stay the night или at least stay longer than she was paid for, for a generous compensation. He was a master-charmer and an opportunist.
"You sure?" he asked her, surprised she didn't want to go anywhere else.
"Yes," she nodded, smiling.
"Because I got us tickets to a Springsteen concert," he revealed.
Cuddy perked up at this but frowned. "You bought them from a scalper…?" she inquired, suspicious.
"Anything wrong with that?" House asked her, lips pursed.
"Yes," Cuddy started, smiling fondly at him. Too bad his money went to waste if he's already paid the guy in advance. "They don't sell the tickets online. Ты only get to buy the tickets there. I checked," she answered truthfully. At least he'd know where his money went to.
House was silenced. Well, that was the first flub of their day. "Sorry," he apologized, glancing awkwardly at her. Why was she smiling?
"Let's just get back to your place," she stated softly, "I'd rather stay there with Ты for a few hours."
House gave her a small smile then nodded. They finished their Десерт and House paid the tab. They hopped on House's bike once again and he drove them back to Princeton, back to his place.
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They were silent as they entered his sanctuary. He opened the door for her and let her enter ahead of him, closing the door behind him when he got inside. Cuddy removed his куртка and hung it on his пальто rack, removing her кардиган as well, revealing a white sleeveless shirt.
" How about we have some wine now?" House asked her with a grin, remembering how she fought him earlier about not having any because he was driving.
"Sure," she returned the grin and turn around, examining the things in his apartment еще closely.
House left her to her unearthing of his things and got them each a glass of red wine. He leaned on the archway that lead to his кухня as he watched her look at his stuff, unaware that a serene smile had made its way on his face. This was how it felt like, he thought. Not being alone.
"Done rummaging around in my stuff?" he asked with a smirk, extending one of his hands to her, tempting her with a glass of wine.
She chuckled. "Not quite," she said, taking the glass from him, "I still need time to get acquainted with them."
"To us," House suddenly said, almost sheepishly, his voice low, his cerulean eyes penetrating her beautiful sapphire ones. He raised his glass to them, waiting for her to clink hers with his.
Cuddy lovingly gazed at him then smiled small. "To us," she repeated, clinking her glass with his.
"Now what?" Cuddy then breathed as they finished their glasses of wine, shortly after.
"I think…" House whispered hoarsely, sexily in fact, as he came closer to her on the couch. He heard her breath hitch as she craned her neck to make еще Космос for his lips, which were closing in on her pulse point.
His lips finally landed on their intended destination and she felt a gasp involuntarily exit her mouth, her eyes shutting closed as his lips brushed the side of her neck with sweet, sloppy kisses and nibbles, teasing her endlessly as his right hand propped on her left side. He felt her left hand run up and down his arm in a sensual manner, sending sparks through his body and he set on pleasuring her еще with his mouth. He trailed his adept lips up her throat, groaning quietly at the vibrations it made as he made his way, higher and higher until her reached her jaw.
"…we should take a dip in the tub," he finally completed his suggestion, lips close to her ear, his breath doing wonders to her body. She sighed at the loss of contact of his lips on her skin.
He pulled back, standing up and extending a hand towards her. She finally opened her eyes, revealing a cloudy haze of desire, lust, and Любовь and if that wouldn't have turned him on, House would have instantly cast himself off as loony, или 'in love' with Wilson! "Come on," he said, as he grinned mischievously at her. "I'll rub your back," he winked exaggeratedly at her.
Cuddy took a deep breath, feeling her arousal dulling as she allowed House to pull her from the couch. A soak wouldn't be bad, she thought. They both could use it. Her hair was a little too untamed from all the wind from the beach. But what she didn't know was that House loved it when her hair was untamed. Untamed или slightly tamed, maybe straightened a bit, but with curls proudly cascading. He didn't like it when her hair was overly straightened. It didn't have the Cuddy feel to it.
Together they walked to his bathroom and Cuddy could tell that he really did clean the mess that was there just hours before.
The hole in the Стена was an empty reminder of that same hole into which he had almost retreated to earlier that day. The hole that sheltered him, hid him, along with his pain and the drugs that would have destroyed him again. He shuddered as the thought hit him again. The 'What if's. But he stopped himself before he started. He'd chosen the best path. He hadn't chosen the easy way out but the difficult one, the least travelled road. He'd chosen the woman. He had her now. And in the past few hours, it had proven that it was the right choice.
They stood in front of his tub, her back against his chest. As they waited for water to fill the tub, House wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her from behind while he tucked her head under his chin, loving the peacefulness of what they were doing. Cuddy placed her hands on tops of his. When she saw that the tub was almost half-full, she held the back of his hands with hers, sliding them down to grasp the hem of her sleeveless shirt. Together they lifted it off of her and offhandedly tossed it away over their shoulders, not bothering looking where it fell. House ran his hands down her sides, feeling the heat radiating off of her and the softness of her skin. He leaned вперед and kissed her shoulder, slowly climbing up her neck and behind her ear. "Beautiful," he whispered lovingly.
She turned round inside his arms, Поцелуи him once before he parted from her lips and continued to trace kisses up and down her neck. Her hand clutched onto his toned biceps, holding him firmly there while her other hand held on to the side of his neck, splayed there, encouraging him to taste her more. He always had this capacity to make her feel better about her body. He made her feel gorgeous.
As he kissed her neck, she gasped at a sudden bite he gave her, but soon moaning afterward, when he sucked at the spot he'd just nipped. She didn't even bother that he was giving her scruff burn, didn't bother that he was marking her. She was already his. His Любовь bites felt wonderful, the beautiful blend of the sting and the pleasure arousing her once more.
House then unclasped her bra, with one expert hand. She took the opportunity to lift his tee off of him and rubbed his broad chest with her hands, playing with the short curls of hair on his chest. She smiled up at him under smoky eyes of want and intimacy as she trailed her deft hands down to his ремень, пояс, пояса buckle, unbuckling it and unbuttoning his jeans, keeping her eyes connected to his. House gasped as she removed his jeans, lowering them and letting them fall to his feet. He stepped out of them, returning the favor by undressing her as well, pulling down her jeans along with her lacy thong. She smiled at the way he ogled at her naked silhouette, feeling her face flush with need and want of him.
She stepped out of the jeans pooled around her ankles and looked down to see his boxers tenting. She bit her lip, turned on by the size of his aroused manhood. God, she wanted him. She wanted to feel him again the same way she felt him inside her earlier that morning, when nothing mattered, when there was only them.
She knelt down in front of him, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets at the thought of what she was going to do next. But she surprised him, when she only pulled down his boxers and delicately ran her hands up and down his thighs, looking up at him. He took a deep shuddering breath at the feel of her caressing so close to his groin. He started standing to attention. She went down on him, Поцелуи every inch of exposed skin she could, nuzzling every curve she passed by before she trailed kisses down his well-endowed length until she reached the tip. He gasped as she wrapped her fingers around him, and clutched at the bathroom Стена as he struggled to stay sane at what she was doing. Stars burst behind his eyes as he finally felt her mouth, wet and warm around him. She hummed and the sound vibrated into him, making him groan in pleasure. He had never thought that she'd do this for him. He always thought that it would forever be one of his fantasies. It was real now. And by God, was it mind-numbing. He felt himself grow harder, thoughts of his fantasies mixing with the effect of actual reality almost bringing him to the edge. She looked at him with seductive eyes gleaming at his reactions to her touch, to her oral ministrations. She ran her hand up and down the length of him she wouldn't be able to mouth and used her other hand to grip his balls, squeezing them gently, making him even louder than he wanted to be. She was good at this. Of course. She liked sex. He had forgotten that.
As much as she wanted to try and make him come, she wanted him inside her more. She wanted to feel him come inside her. But they have yet to bathe a little. She gave him one last peck on the head of his shaft, as if in apology for not letting have release, and kissed her way back up to his lips. They kissed еще until the need for air became necessary.
House finally turned off the faucet and checked the water's temperature before sliding in ahead of her, resting back against the tub. She joined him секунды later, resting her back against his muscular chest. She sighed contentedly, the heat of the water and his body calming her, soothing her extraordinarily. She felt House's hands run up her shoulders, clasping her shoulder blades gently. She moaned as he started to massage her, easing the tension from her body with his magical touch. She threw her head back against his collarbone, moaning appreciatively at the sensations filling her senses.
"There," she moaned when he suddenly crushed a sore spot she had. She felt visibly relaxed when he finished massaging that part of her, which first made her moan and groan at the pleasure and pain that it brought. He then brought his hands down to the small of her back, feeling her curves. He gently massaged her along her spine, feeling every dip of her Кости and every taut muscle of her abdomen. It was fascinating how this woman could keep herself in such a good shape. She put women half her age to shame, he proudly thought.
"God, you're good," she breathlessly whispered, eyes closed, when he finally finished massaging her back and shoulders.
House grinned from behind her. "Turn around and lean back against the other side of the tub," he throatily whispered against her ear, the breeze of his breath sparking her senses to life, the graze of his lips against the shell of her ear making her shudder from pleasure and want. She did as she was told, not bothering to argue because he was great with his hands. She could absolutely feel the strain, the stress, and all the tension dissipate from her body as he worked his magic on her.
She gazed at him, his eyes on her as he reached for her. He moved a little closer to her before tenderly grasping one of her thighs, making her gasp, his hands on her in addition to her already rising arousal, making her еще sensitive to his touch, his caresses. He kneaded her flesh, working to check for any knots causing her to tense. He found none in her thigh so he worked on her calf, eliciting another fresh batch of moans from her as she rested her head back on the edge of the tub. He worked on her теленок until she sighed in utter relief, telling him he was Виктория-победительница in relaxing her. He worked on her feet next, guiding her foot to Переместить circularly, guiding her ankle. He pressed on the sole of her foot and she gave a muffled squeal.
"Ticklish, I see," he said, grinning roguishly at her. He took her foot out of the water, Поцелуи his way from the ball of her foot to her toe. She was squirming under his grip, not knowing whether she wanted him to continue или stop. She was loving it but at the same time dreading the feeling. Her foot was that ticklish. She gasped and threw her head back when he kissed then licked her sole. "House!" she called out breathlessly, the thrill and pleasure of him discovering her utmost erogenous zones too much for her. House grinned devilishly at her but opted to get done with her other leg. He went to work on that, before finally pulling her back against him. She sighed blissfully, staring at the Стена in front of them. What she wouldn't give for еще times like this with him in the future.
She didn't know she had been stroking his thighs with either of her hands until he moaned against her ear, jolting her nerve endings with a fireworks display of sensations. She felt him stir behind her, poking her lower back. She gave a mischievous grin and continued her ministrations, letting him know that he wasn't the only one with talented hands. She stroked his thighs, knowing from earlier therapy sessions he had before just how much pressure she had to put on his wounded leg. She stroked his calves and his feet, making sure to drag her short nails up and down it while his hands snaked вперед in front of her and caressed her abdomen, sliding them up to cup her wondrous breasts, filling his hands with their weight.
It was amazing how years of knowing each other could do this to them. It felt as if they have been doing this for years. But maybe, they have. In the form of bickering, bantering, and power plays. It has always been their own version of foreplay. It got them off. Neither had to be Виктория-победительница nor a failure, although sometimes it added to the tension. She hated it when she was losing against him. He never gives up until he acquires retribution from his loss. It was a круг they've been еще than willing to be a part of. They contributed to each other's habits and daily routines. Although it had diminished to a barely there presence these past few months, they were both sure things were about to огонь up again when they got back to the hospital… as a couple.
She finally gave up. Feeling him pressed hard on her lower back was making her impatient. She tilted her head to look at him, her left hand snaking behind his head to pull him to meet her lips. They kissed passionately, tongues sliding against each other, lips meshing, the sounds they were creating, wet sucks and breathy moans adding mist to the room because of the heat emanating from their bodies and from the water.
His right hand slid down between her legs, lightly grazing her there. She gasped into his mouth, her body wanting to turn limp as she laid back against him еще in utter satisfaction. She opened herself for him, spreading her legs, the coldness of the exposed walls of his bathtub providing her with a delicious contrast to the heat of her body and the things her lover was about to do to her. She bit her lip hard when he sought her clit while lapping at her moist skin, enjoying the taste of her neck. She had her hand still splayed on his nape, urging him with her fingers and scratching his scalp. She moaned lustfully into his mouth when he kissed her as he slipped one of his pianist fingers into her, exploring her core. He worked her to a frenzy as he slid another and explored what he could reach, readying her for what was about to come when they would be in bed.
Some long минуты later, she threw her head back against his shoulder and moaned through her climax, her body shuddering above him, her insides clenching on his digits and her сердце pounding so hard that she thought it was going to explode in her chest. He soothed her with his amazing lips, Поцелуи her neck and her temple, allowing her to ride the waves of her orgasm.
"Bed?" he suggested. She nodded, not caring if they weren't that refreshed from all their extracurricular activities in his tub. She stood, naked, and got out of his tub, being careful as her feet felt like they were made of gelatinous substances.
He stood, seemingly unaffected by his leg. They stood in front of each other, naked, souls bared, vulnerability exposed. And they didn't care anymore. House's face turned treasuring, his eyes softening as he gazed at her. Not at her body—well, not at that moment-, but at her. It has been hours but he still couldn't believe that they were at this point, standing in front of each other, stripped of any barriers which they could hide themselves behind. They were done keeping away from one another, denying each other of all the possibilities their coupling could open for them. They had finally jumped, on the same page, off the ledge. With no idea what the future held for them, they'd jumped. They were together. As of now, it was all that mattered.
Cuddy could now see why most people marveled at her personality once she was in his orbit. She was behaving, as that guy, Don maybe, had told her when she was with him as if, "Nothing else in the world's going on. You're focused, confident, compelling." Were those the things he saw in her, too? или were there other things he loved about her? Knowing House, there was еще to it than just a physical attraction. Their connection wasn't like any other couple's. They liked this uniqueness. It was just… them.
She was utterly swept off of her feet. From the beginning up to now.
At that moment, literally.
She quietly gasped as she felt him lift her off of her feet and started to carry her to his bedroom. She hung on to him, her eyes on his face. He wasn't in pain—or if he was, he was Показ none of it at all. She would have reminded him about his leg but there was something in his eyes that made her unable to tell him. There was determination, there was hope, and there was Любовь etched on his features that talking at that moment was almost sacrilegious.
Naked, he carried her to his bedroom and gently laid her on his bed, her arms falling aligned to her face, palms facing up. She looked up at him, respect filling her eyes, Любовь making them shine like the precious stones they were.
He gazed down at her as he got on the bed, crawling in between her legs. He propped himself up with his arms on either side of her, never taking his eyes off of her. She was a goddess. His Lisa. His Cuddy. His, now. Just as much as he was hers. The thought filled his mind again but he let it fall to the backburner. He had to keep his promise to her earlier. He wanted to make her feel like a woman. He will.
He trailed kisses up her chest, stopping to rest at one taut peak of her nipple. He brought a hand to cup her other breast as he began sucking her nipple into his mouth, alternately using his tongue and playfully nipping at the hardened bud at different pleasuring intervals. She ran her hands up and down his shoulders, mouth hung open as her body burst in flames from his ministrations on her chest. When he moved to her other breast she threw her head back again when he sucked hard, biting her hard but not hard enough to bruise. She felt her juices start to flow, the natural male scent of him intoxicating and amplified and the feel and texture of his lips against her skin and her nipple carrying her up in a облако of desire that didn't want to bring her back down to earth. She didn't ever want to descend from the high she was starting to soar into. She remembered the Назад night and she smiled as he finally left her breasts to trace his way up her neck, her jaw, and then finally, the lips he couldn't just get enough of.
He settled himself between her legs, his shaft pressing onto her lower belly. She placed her palms on his chest, looking up at him with a faint smile. They were joining again, becoming one again, for the секунда time that day. And she anticipated every секунда that came by for her to feel him inside her again. He slid a hand down to feel her wetness, slipping a finger inside her core to assure he wouldn't hurt her much. He then propped himself up with both hands again, their eyes meeting as he captured her lips with his as he pushed himself into her, causing her to gasp into his mouth. He remained still, her tightness overwhelming, intoxicating as her scent filled his nostrils.
A few минуты later, he leant his forehead against hers as he started to rock his hips, searching for a rhythm. She bit her lips before arching her head back when he finally hit that spot inside of her. The sensitive spot would have, if possible, burnt her into ashes as her entire body burst into flames when he repeated his thrusting movements right there again and again it. His lips caught her bottom lip, drawing it into his mouth as she moaned at the new pace he had set. Her hands slid over his shoulders and down his back, sliding down again to reach his ass, pulling him еще inside of her. She needed all of him, fast. But he wanted to bring her to utmost pleasure. She started meeting his thrusts, moaning as she felt him hitting all the right places inside of her.
She moaned loudly when he slowed down, panting breathlessly and she almost glared daggers at him. And suddenly, as he was about to Переместить again, with the agility and flexibility she had, she flipped them over, setting herself on вверх of him. She positioned herself above him, waiting for him to penetrate her again, and threw her head back when he slid into her, the silken feel of him caressing her inner walls so deliciously as she accommodated him yet again. She experimentally moved above him, trying to find the most pleasurable pace and position. When she did, she worked on it, rocking back and forth, whipping her hair back once in a while. He noted that he loved that. It made her look all the еще sexy. He closed his eyes and held her by the hips as she impaled herself on him. He let her take the lead and choose the pace, alternating between slow and fast until he finally felt her walls slowly starting to clench tightly around him. He stilled her above him and flipped them so that he was above her again.
He wanted to go fast so they could finally find their release. She wanted the same as well. But he didn't go faster. He moved at a tantalizingly slow speed, moving in and out of her, rolling his hips, and pushing inside of her alternately. It was, to both their surprise, much еще effective for them to go closer to the edge. She watched him, eyes open as he brought them closer to orgasm; his jaw clenching, his breathing getting еще labored… she would have gone through every detail but her need to climax over empowered her capacity to form coherent thoughts. She started to moan louder минуты later as his new angle drove her wild, causing her to buck up into him and meet his surging hips. She threw her head back and clutched onto his shoulders tightly, her fingers digging into his skin as his name rolled off of her tongue, mewing.
He finally acquiesced and moved faster, his right hand drawing back to caress her supple thigh. She gasped, the tingly feeling he evoked in her adding to her desperation for release. He was almost strumming her like a guitar. He was finally intensifying his thrusts but his actions, his hands were still gentle. He lifted her thigh up and around him, causing the angle to change and him to drive deeper into her molten core.
He started placing sloppy kisses on her neck as he felt himself about to explode. He moved to cover her lips with his, and she kissed him hard, plunging her tongue into his mouth as she continued moving with him. Together they moved to find nirvana. House brought his left hand down in between them, stroking her clit vigorously, the action causing her to fall off the edge and dive into the abyss of pleasure and elation. She rode out her orgasm, clinging onto him, her body convulsing under him, writhing as he helped prolong it by continuing his thrusts. As she clenched tighter around him, he finally let go and exploded inside her, groaning his release into her mouth as she bit his lower lip, tugging at it. She moaned as she felt him spill himself into her, generous spurts of liquid warmth as she panted against his mouth.
He collapsed onto her, mindful of her small frame under his much larger one. He leant his forehead against hers, loving the blissful smile playing at her lips. She looked satisfied. She pecked him on the lips before he pulled out of her and lied beside her on his bed. He pulled her to him, her back against his side.
"The bed's wet," she muttered a little uncomfortably, the serene smile still intact.
"I'll change the sheets as soon as I can," he replied, stroking her arm.
She turned in his arms so that her back half-lied on his left side. She loved how his fingers caressed her naked skin. She could still feel herself twitching from time to time and it made her bite her lip. He did make her feel like a woman today. She was looking вперед to more.
"So much for подушка talk," he deadpanned, internally amused, though. She chuckled.
"Now what?" he asked, almost to himself, just staring at the ceiling, absentmindedly stroking her arm. She didn't answer, Остаться в живых in her own thoughts as well.
"You think this would work?" he honestly asked her, eyes on her, the lashes touching her cheeks, the slender arch of her pointed nose, the beautiful pout of her lips. She truly was beautiful, he thought.
"I don't know," she replied honestly, craning her neck to look up at him, adjusting her position so she was now spooning his side, a leg draped over his left leg.
House Остаться в живых himself in her eyes, her sometimes sapphire, often times steel grey orbs. He lifted his hand to tenderly caress her cheek, causing her to close her eyes and give out a small smile. "I want it to work," he whispered, pecking her upturned lips. He waited for her to look at him once еще before he told her, "I want us to work," his eyes the bluest she's ever seen them.
"I do, too," she whispered, smiling as she felt herself melt into his arms. House tightened his grip around her, securing him in his arm as his right hand met her left one. He interlaced their fingers, smiling at how things turned out.
минуты later she fell asleep to the rhythmic beats of his сердце and he watched her as she slept in his arms. He wished she could always look as безопасно, сейф as she looked now, for as long as they would be together. He knew there'd be times when he'd hurt her. But what were relationships without the difficulties and the hurdles? There wasn't anything such as a perfect relationship.
All he wanted was for them to be able to stay together, try to make things work. He knew they'd have to make compromises. But he was willing to. If he had to, just to be with her, he would. To finally try and go in pursuit of happiness. For himself, for her, and with her. Who knows, maybe he'd eventually bond with her child. It would certainly be a challenging process but he'd be able to overcome it.
She wouldn't allow him to mess this up again.
They were finally doing this.
Now. That was all that mattered.
As he drifted off to sleep, he thought, sometimes, to know what could be and not think of 'what if's', Ты just have to let yourself go and discover things for yourself. Then Ты won't regret not having ever tried. Ты find out that even in the most unconventional ways, things could turn out good, just right, if not perfect; and that "the hostility and novelty and forbiddenness didn't have to end bad."
That things don't necessarily have to end bad.
He didn't know where this new page in his life, with Cuddy, would lead him to but he wasn't thinking about the end already.
It was just the beginning.
He smiled.
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The Italian restaurant wasn't full of people only a few couples and singles here and there. The place was small but it was very homey and quaint. House and Cuddy were seated at the far side of the restaurant, in a quiet corner, far from the other clients.
They have already had lunch, Cuddy getting herself a vegetarian lasagna while House had a meaty lasagna. They skipped the wine as per Cuddy's demand—and she really almost pinched him for urging them to do so.
"I was wondering," Cuddy started as she licked her lips after having another spoon of her dessert, клубника gelato. "Maybe we could go to HR on Monday? I don't want to have to hide this… us."
House shrugged. "Makes sense. At least I know you're not ashamed of me," he added with a coy smile. Cuddy's brows furrowed at that reply. "I know there'll be times when I probably will, knowing how Ты could be at work. But I've never been ashamed of Ты или being your friend," she told him, reaching across the таблица to put her hand on вверх of his.
From her words, House gave a curt nod. "Won't that create trouble for you? I mean, the board could—"
Cuddy shook her head, patting his hand. "It'll be harder if they find found out some way else," she told him knowingly. "And they already create trouble for me. Nothing's really new."
House sighed. "Sorry you'll have to put up with me at work and outside the hospital," he apologized.
Cuddy gave him a smile, finding it cute that he was apologizing for being who he was. He shook her head once again. "I want Ты to be you, House. Just… tone it down a bit when we get to HR, okay?" House nodded, taking a spoonful of his Hershey's gelato.
"I could stay at my apartment," House suddenly announced after a few minutes. Cuddy looked at him, brows furrowing. "I cleaned everything up when I got there earlier," he informed her, eyes lowered to his dessert.
"If that's what Ты want," Cuddy сказал(-а) slowly, a little hesitant.
"Yes," House nodded, looking at her.
"Okay," she said, giving him the Космос he wanted despite them being together.
"Thank you," he whispered.
Cuddy gave him a reassuring smile.
He'll be okay.
"Where do Ты want to go next?" House asked, changing topic, pursing his lips and waiting for her answer.
Cuddy perked up a little at this and she pulled her hand back, propping her chin on it with her elbow on the table. "I get to choose?" she amusedly asked him with that lopsided grin of hers. House gave a nonchalant shrug. He had a full tank of gas. And his leg was pretty much a good boy today.
Cuddy smiled sweetly at this but shook her head. "Let's just go back to your place," she told him. She could've сказал(-а) her place but she guessed that along with Актёрское искусство all-perfect to Marina, he had also taken advantage of asking her babysitter to stay the night или at least stay longer than she was paid for, for a generous compensation. He was a master-charmer and an opportunist.
"You sure?" he asked her, surprised she didn't want to go anywhere else.
"Yes," she nodded, smiling.
"Because I got us tickets to a Springsteen concert," he revealed.
Cuddy perked up at this but frowned. "You bought them from a scalper…?" she inquired, suspicious.
"Anything wrong with that?" House asked her, lips pursed.
"Yes," Cuddy started, smiling fondly at him. Too bad his money went to waste if he's already paid the guy in advance. "They don't sell the tickets online. Ты only get to buy the tickets there. I checked," she answered truthfully. At least he'd know where his money went to.
House was silenced. Well, that was the first flub of their day. "Sorry," he apologized, glancing awkwardly at her. Why was she smiling?
"Let's just get back to your place," she stated softly, "I'd rather stay there with Ты for a few hours."
House gave her a small smile then nodded. They finished their Десерт and House paid the tab. They hopped on House's bike once again and he drove them back to Princeton, back to his place.
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They were silent as they entered his sanctuary. He opened the door for her and let her enter ahead of him, closing the door behind him when he got inside. Cuddy removed his куртка and hung it on his пальто rack, removing her кардиган as well, revealing a white sleeveless shirt.
" How about we have some wine now?" House asked her with a grin, remembering how she fought him earlier about not having any because he was driving.
"Sure," she returned the grin and turn around, examining the things in his apartment еще closely.
House left her to her unearthing of his things and got them each a glass of red wine. He leaned on the archway that lead to his кухня as he watched her look at his stuff, unaware that a serene smile had made its way on his face. This was how it felt like, he thought. Not being alone.
"Done rummaging around in my stuff?" he asked with a smirk, extending one of his hands to her, tempting her with a glass of wine.
She chuckled. "Not quite," she said, taking the glass from him, "I still need time to get acquainted with them."
"To us," House suddenly said, almost sheepishly, his voice low, his cerulean eyes penetrating her beautiful sapphire ones. He raised his glass to them, waiting for her to clink hers with his.
Cuddy lovingly gazed at him then smiled small. "To us," she repeated, clinking her glass with his.
"Now what?" Cuddy then breathed as they finished their glasses of wine, shortly after.
"I think…" House whispered hoarsely, sexily in fact, as he came closer to her on the couch. He heard her breath hitch as she craned her neck to make еще Космос for his lips, which were closing in on her pulse point.
His lips finally landed on their intended destination and she felt a gasp involuntarily exit her mouth, her eyes shutting closed as his lips brushed the side of her neck with sweet, sloppy kisses and nibbles, teasing her endlessly as his right hand propped on her left side. He felt her left hand run up and down his arm in a sensual manner, sending sparks through his body and he set on pleasuring her еще with his mouth. He trailed his adept lips up her throat, groaning quietly at the vibrations it made as he made his way, higher and higher until her reached her jaw.
"…we should take a dip in the tub," he finally completed his suggestion, lips close to her ear, his breath doing wonders to her body. She sighed at the loss of contact of his lips on her skin.
He pulled back, standing up and extending a hand towards her. She finally opened her eyes, revealing a cloudy haze of desire, lust, and Любовь and if that wouldn't have turned him on, House would have instantly cast himself off as loony, или 'in love' with Wilson! "Come on," he said, as he grinned mischievously at her. "I'll rub your back," he winked exaggeratedly at her.
Cuddy took a deep breath, feeling her arousal dulling as she allowed House to pull her from the couch. A soak wouldn't be bad, she thought. They both could use it. Her hair was a little too untamed from all the wind from the beach. But what she didn't know was that House loved it when her hair was untamed. Untamed или slightly tamed, maybe straightened a bit, but with curls proudly cascading. He didn't like it when her hair was overly straightened. It didn't have the Cuddy feel to it.
Together they walked to his bathroom and Cuddy could tell that he really did clean the mess that was there just hours before.
The hole in the Стена was an empty reminder of that same hole into which he had almost retreated to earlier that day. The hole that sheltered him, hid him, along with his pain and the drugs that would have destroyed him again. He shuddered as the thought hit him again. The 'What if's. But he stopped himself before he started. He'd chosen the best path. He hadn't chosen the easy way out but the difficult one, the least travelled road. He'd chosen the woman. He had her now. And in the past few hours, it had proven that it was the right choice.
They stood in front of his tub, her back against his chest. As they waited for water to fill the tub, House wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her from behind while he tucked her head under his chin, loving the peacefulness of what they were doing. Cuddy placed her hands on tops of his. When she saw that the tub was almost half-full, she held the back of his hands with hers, sliding them down to grasp the hem of her sleeveless shirt. Together they lifted it off of her and offhandedly tossed it away over their shoulders, not bothering looking where it fell. House ran his hands down her sides, feeling the heat radiating off of her and the softness of her skin. He leaned вперед and kissed her shoulder, slowly climbing up her neck and behind her ear. "Beautiful," he whispered lovingly.
She turned round inside his arms, Поцелуи him once before he parted from her lips and continued to trace kisses up and down her neck. Her hand clutched onto his toned biceps, holding him firmly there while her other hand held on to the side of his neck, splayed there, encouraging him to taste her more. He always had this capacity to make her feel better about her body. He made her feel gorgeous.
As he kissed her neck, she gasped at a sudden bite he gave her, but soon moaning afterward, when he sucked at the spot he'd just nipped. She didn't even bother that he was giving her scruff burn, didn't bother that he was marking her. She was already his. His Любовь bites felt wonderful, the beautiful blend of the sting and the pleasure arousing her once more.
House then unclasped her bra, with one expert hand. She took the opportunity to lift his tee off of him and rubbed his broad chest with her hands, playing with the short curls of hair on his chest. She smiled up at him under smoky eyes of want and intimacy as she trailed her deft hands down to his ремень, пояс, пояса buckle, unbuckling it and unbuttoning his jeans, keeping her eyes connected to his. House gasped as she removed his jeans, lowering them and letting them fall to his feet. He stepped out of them, returning the favor by undressing her as well, pulling down her jeans along with her lacy thong. She smiled at the way he ogled at her naked silhouette, feeling her face flush with need and want of him.
She stepped out of the jeans pooled around her ankles and looked down to see his boxers tenting. She bit her lip, turned on by the size of his aroused manhood. God, she wanted him. She wanted to feel him again the same way she felt him inside her earlier that morning, when nothing mattered, when there was only them.
She knelt down in front of him, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets at the thought of what she was going to do next. But she surprised him, when she only pulled down his boxers and delicately ran her hands up and down his thighs, looking up at him. He took a deep shuddering breath at the feel of her caressing so close to his groin. He started standing to attention. She went down on him, Поцелуи every inch of exposed skin she could, nuzzling every curve she passed by before she trailed kisses down his well-endowed length until she reached the tip. He gasped as she wrapped her fingers around him, and clutched at the bathroom Стена as he struggled to stay sane at what she was doing. Stars burst behind his eyes as he finally felt her mouth, wet and warm around him. She hummed and the sound vibrated into him, making him groan in pleasure. He had never thought that she'd do this for him. He always thought that it would forever be one of his fantasies. It was real now. And by God, was it mind-numbing. He felt himself grow harder, thoughts of his fantasies mixing with the effect of actual reality almost bringing him to the edge. She looked at him with seductive eyes gleaming at his reactions to her touch, to her oral ministrations. She ran her hand up and down the length of him she wouldn't be able to mouth and used her other hand to grip his balls, squeezing them gently, making him even louder than he wanted to be. She was good at this. Of course. She liked sex. He had forgotten that.
As much as she wanted to try and make him come, she wanted him inside her more. She wanted to feel him come inside her. But they have yet to bathe a little. She gave him one last peck on the head of his shaft, as if in apology for not letting have release, and kissed her way back up to his lips. They kissed еще until the need for air became necessary.
House finally turned off the faucet and checked the water's temperature before sliding in ahead of her, resting back against the tub. She joined him секунды later, resting her back against his muscular chest. She sighed contentedly, the heat of the water and his body calming her, soothing her extraordinarily. She felt House's hands run up her shoulders, clasping her shoulder blades gently. She moaned as he started to massage her, easing the tension from her body with his magical touch. She threw her head back against his collarbone, moaning appreciatively at the sensations filling her senses.
"There," she moaned when he suddenly crushed a sore spot she had. She felt visibly relaxed when he finished massaging that part of her, which first made her moan and groan at the pleasure and pain that it brought. He then brought his hands down to the small of her back, feeling her curves. He gently massaged her along her spine, feeling every dip of her Кости and every taut muscle of her abdomen. It was fascinating how this woman could keep herself in such a good shape. She put women half her age to shame, he proudly thought.
"God, you're good," she breathlessly whispered, eyes closed, when he finally finished massaging her back and shoulders.
House grinned from behind her. "Turn around and lean back against the other side of the tub," he throatily whispered against her ear, the breeze of his breath sparking her senses to life, the graze of his lips against the shell of her ear making her shudder from pleasure and want. She did as she was told, not bothering to argue because he was great with his hands. She could absolutely feel the strain, the stress, and all the tension dissipate from her body as he worked his magic on her.
She gazed at him, his eyes on her as he reached for her. He moved a little closer to her before tenderly grasping one of her thighs, making her gasp, his hands on her in addition to her already rising arousal, making her еще sensitive to his touch, his caresses. He kneaded her flesh, working to check for any knots causing her to tense. He found none in her thigh so he worked on her calf, eliciting another fresh batch of moans from her as she rested her head back on the edge of the tub. He worked on her теленок until she sighed in utter relief, telling him he was Виктория-победительница in relaxing her. He worked on her feet next, guiding her foot to Переместить circularly, guiding her ankle. He pressed on the sole of her foot and she gave a muffled squeal.
"Ticklish, I see," he said, grinning roguishly at her. He took her foot out of the water, Поцелуи his way from the ball of her foot to her toe. She was squirming under his grip, not knowing whether she wanted him to continue или stop. She was loving it but at the same time dreading the feeling. Her foot was that ticklish. She gasped and threw her head back when he kissed then licked her sole. "House!" she called out breathlessly, the thrill and pleasure of him discovering her utmost erogenous zones too much for her. House grinned devilishly at her but opted to get done with her other leg. He went to work on that, before finally pulling her back against him. She sighed blissfully, staring at the Стена in front of them. What she wouldn't give for еще times like this with him in the future.
She didn't know she had been stroking his thighs with either of her hands until he moaned against her ear, jolting her nerve endings with a fireworks display of sensations. She felt him stir behind her, poking her lower back. She gave a mischievous grin and continued her ministrations, letting him know that he wasn't the only one with talented hands. She stroked his thighs, knowing from earlier therapy sessions he had before just how much pressure she had to put on his wounded leg. She stroked his calves and his feet, making sure to drag her short nails up and down it while his hands snaked вперед in front of her and caressed her abdomen, sliding them up to cup her wondrous breasts, filling his hands with their weight.
It was amazing how years of knowing each other could do this to them. It felt as if they have been doing this for years. But maybe, they have. In the form of bickering, bantering, and power plays. It has always been their own version of foreplay. It got them off. Neither had to be Виктория-победительница nor a failure, although sometimes it added to the tension. She hated it when she was losing against him. He never gives up until he acquires retribution from his loss. It was a круг they've been еще than willing to be a part of. They contributed to each other's habits and daily routines. Although it had diminished to a barely there presence these past few months, they were both sure things were about to огонь up again when they got back to the hospital… as a couple.
She finally gave up. Feeling him pressed hard on her lower back was making her impatient. She tilted her head to look at him, her left hand snaking behind his head to pull him to meet her lips. They kissed passionately, tongues sliding against each other, lips meshing, the sounds they were creating, wet sucks and breathy moans adding mist to the room because of the heat emanating from their bodies and from the water.
His right hand slid down between her legs, lightly grazing her there. She gasped into his mouth, her body wanting to turn limp as she laid back against him еще in utter satisfaction. She opened herself for him, spreading her legs, the coldness of the exposed walls of his bathtub providing her with a delicious contrast to the heat of her body and the things her lover was about to do to her. She bit her lip hard when he sought her clit while lapping at her moist skin, enjoying the taste of her neck. She had her hand still splayed on his nape, urging him with her fingers and scratching his scalp. She moaned lustfully into his mouth when he kissed her as he slipped one of his pianist fingers into her, exploring her core. He worked her to a frenzy as he slid another and explored what he could reach, readying her for what was about to come when they would be in bed.
Some long минуты later, she threw her head back against his shoulder and moaned through her climax, her body shuddering above him, her insides clenching on his digits and her сердце pounding so hard that she thought it was going to explode in her chest. He soothed her with his amazing lips, Поцелуи her neck and her temple, allowing her to ride the waves of her orgasm.
"Bed?" he suggested. She nodded, not caring if they weren't that refreshed from all their extracurricular activities in his tub. She stood, naked, and got out of his tub, being careful as her feet felt like they were made of gelatinous substances.
He stood, seemingly unaffected by his leg. They stood in front of each other, naked, souls bared, vulnerability exposed. And they didn't care anymore. House's face turned treasuring, his eyes softening as he gazed at her. Not at her body—well, not at that moment-, but at her. It has been hours but he still couldn't believe that they were at this point, standing in front of each other, stripped of any barriers which they could hide themselves behind. They were done keeping away from one another, denying each other of all the possibilities their coupling could open for them. They had finally jumped, on the same page, off the ledge. With no idea what the future held for them, they'd jumped. They were together. As of now, it was all that mattered.
Cuddy could now see why most people marveled at her personality once she was in his orbit. She was behaving, as that guy, Don maybe, had told her when she was with him as if, "Nothing else in the world's going on. You're focused, confident, compelling." Were those the things he saw in her, too? или were there other things he loved about her? Knowing House, there was еще to it than just a physical attraction. Their connection wasn't like any other couple's. They liked this uniqueness. It was just… them.
She was utterly swept off of her feet. From the beginning up to now.
At that moment, literally.
She quietly gasped as she felt him lift her off of her feet and started to carry her to his bedroom. She hung on to him, her eyes on his face. He wasn't in pain—or if he was, he was Показ none of it at all. She would have reminded him about his leg but there was something in his eyes that made her unable to tell him. There was determination, there was hope, and there was Любовь etched on his features that talking at that moment was almost sacrilegious.
Naked, he carried her to his bedroom and gently laid her on his bed, her arms falling aligned to her face, palms facing up. She looked up at him, respect filling her eyes, Любовь making them shine like the precious stones they were.
He gazed down at her as he got on the bed, crawling in between her legs. He propped himself up with his arms on either side of her, never taking his eyes off of her. She was a goddess. His Lisa. His Cuddy. His, now. Just as much as he was hers. The thought filled his mind again but he let it fall to the backburner. He had to keep his promise to her earlier. He wanted to make her feel like a woman. He will.
He trailed kisses up her chest, stopping to rest at one taut peak of her nipple. He brought a hand to cup her other breast as he began sucking her nipple into his mouth, alternately using his tongue and playfully nipping at the hardened bud at different pleasuring intervals. She ran her hands up and down his shoulders, mouth hung open as her body burst in flames from his ministrations on her chest. When he moved to her other breast she threw her head back again when he sucked hard, biting her hard but not hard enough to bruise. She felt her juices start to flow, the natural male scent of him intoxicating and amplified and the feel and texture of his lips against her skin and her nipple carrying her up in a облако of desire that didn't want to bring her back down to earth. She didn't ever want to descend from the high she was starting to soar into. She remembered the Назад night and she smiled as he finally left her breasts to trace his way up her neck, her jaw, and then finally, the lips he couldn't just get enough of.
He settled himself between her legs, his shaft pressing onto her lower belly. She placed her palms on his chest, looking up at him with a faint smile. They were joining again, becoming one again, for the секунда time that day. And she anticipated every секунда that came by for her to feel him inside her again. He slid a hand down to feel her wetness, slipping a finger inside her core to assure he wouldn't hurt her much. He then propped himself up with both hands again, their eyes meeting as he captured her lips with his as he pushed himself into her, causing her to gasp into his mouth. He remained still, her tightness overwhelming, intoxicating as her scent filled his nostrils.
A few минуты later, he leant his forehead against hers as he started to rock his hips, searching for a rhythm. She bit her lips before arching her head back when he finally hit that spot inside of her. The sensitive spot would have, if possible, burnt her into ashes as her entire body burst into flames when he repeated his thrusting movements right there again and again it. His lips caught her bottom lip, drawing it into his mouth as she moaned at the new pace he had set. Her hands slid over his shoulders and down his back, sliding down again to reach his ass, pulling him еще inside of her. She needed all of him, fast. But he wanted to bring her to utmost pleasure. She started meeting his thrusts, moaning as she felt him hitting all the right places inside of her.
She moaned loudly when he slowed down, panting breathlessly and she almost glared daggers at him. And suddenly, as he was about to Переместить again, with the agility and flexibility she had, she flipped them over, setting herself on вверх of him. She positioned herself above him, waiting for him to penetrate her again, and threw her head back when he slid into her, the silken feel of him caressing her inner walls so deliciously as she accommodated him yet again. She experimentally moved above him, trying to find the most pleasurable pace and position. When she did, she worked on it, rocking back and forth, whipping her hair back once in a while. He noted that he loved that. It made her look all the еще sexy. He closed his eyes and held her by the hips as she impaled herself on him. He let her take the lead and choose the pace, alternating between slow and fast until he finally felt her walls slowly starting to clench tightly around him. He stilled her above him and flipped them so that he was above her again.
He wanted to go fast so they could finally find their release. She wanted the same as well. But he didn't go faster. He moved at a tantalizingly slow speed, moving in and out of her, rolling his hips, and pushing inside of her alternately. It was, to both their surprise, much еще effective for them to go closer to the edge. She watched him, eyes open as he brought them closer to orgasm; his jaw clenching, his breathing getting еще labored… she would have gone through every detail but her need to climax over empowered her capacity to form coherent thoughts. She started to moan louder минуты later as his new angle drove her wild, causing her to buck up into him and meet his surging hips. She threw her head back and clutched onto his shoulders tightly, her fingers digging into his skin as his name rolled off of her tongue, mewing.
He finally acquiesced and moved faster, his right hand drawing back to caress her supple thigh. She gasped, the tingly feeling he evoked in her adding to her desperation for release. He was almost strumming her like a guitar. He was finally intensifying his thrusts but his actions, his hands were still gentle. He lifted her thigh up and around him, causing the angle to change and him to drive deeper into her molten core.
He started placing sloppy kisses on her neck as he felt himself about to explode. He moved to cover her lips with his, and she kissed him hard, plunging her tongue into his mouth as she continued moving with him. Together they moved to find nirvana. House brought his left hand down in between them, stroking her clit vigorously, the action causing her to fall off the edge and dive into the abyss of pleasure and elation. She rode out her orgasm, clinging onto him, her body convulsing under him, writhing as he helped prolong it by continuing his thrusts. As she clenched tighter around him, he finally let go and exploded inside her, groaning his release into her mouth as she bit his lower lip, tugging at it. She moaned as she felt him spill himself into her, generous spurts of liquid warmth as she panted against his mouth.
He collapsed onto her, mindful of her small frame under his much larger one. He leant his forehead against hers, loving the blissful smile playing at her lips. She looked satisfied. She pecked him on the lips before he pulled out of her and lied beside her on his bed. He pulled her to him, her back against his side.
"The bed's wet," she muttered a little uncomfortably, the serene smile still intact.
"I'll change the sheets as soon as I can," he replied, stroking her arm.
She turned in his arms so that her back half-lied on his left side. She loved how his fingers caressed her naked skin. She could still feel herself twitching from time to time and it made her bite her lip. He did make her feel like a woman today. She was looking вперед to more.
"So much for подушка talk," he deadpanned, internally amused, though. She chuckled.
"Now what?" he asked, almost to himself, just staring at the ceiling, absentmindedly stroking her arm. She didn't answer, Остаться в живых in her own thoughts as well.
"You think this would work?" he honestly asked her, eyes on her, the lashes touching her cheeks, the slender arch of her pointed nose, the beautiful pout of her lips. She truly was beautiful, he thought.
"I don't know," she replied honestly, craning her neck to look up at him, adjusting her position so she was now spooning his side, a leg draped over his left leg.
House Остаться в живых himself in her eyes, her sometimes sapphire, often times steel grey orbs. He lifted his hand to tenderly caress her cheek, causing her to close her eyes and give out a small smile. "I want it to work," he whispered, pecking her upturned lips. He waited for her to look at him once еще before he told her, "I want us to work," his eyes the bluest she's ever seen them.
"I do, too," she whispered, smiling as she felt herself melt into his arms. House tightened his grip around her, securing him in his arm as his right hand met her left one. He interlaced their fingers, smiling at how things turned out.
минуты later she fell asleep to the rhythmic beats of his сердце and he watched her as she slept in his arms. He wished she could always look as безопасно, сейф as she looked now, for as long as they would be together. He knew there'd be times when he'd hurt her. But what were relationships without the difficulties and the hurdles? There wasn't anything such as a perfect relationship.
All he wanted was for them to be able to stay together, try to make things work. He knew they'd have to make compromises. But he was willing to. If he had to, just to be with her, he would. To finally try and go in pursuit of happiness. For himself, for her, and with her. Who knows, maybe he'd eventually bond with her child. It would certainly be a challenging process but he'd be able to overcome it.
She wouldn't allow him to mess this up again.
They were finally doing this.
Now. That was all that mattered.
As he drifted off to sleep, he thought, sometimes, to know what could be and not think of 'what if's', Ты just have to let yourself go and discover things for yourself. Then Ты won't regret not having ever tried. Ты find out that even in the most unconventional ways, things could turn out good, just right, if not perfect; and that "the hostility and novelty and forbiddenness didn't have to end bad."
That things don't necessarily have to end bad.
He didn't know where this new page in his life, with Cuddy, would lead him to but he wasn't thinking about the end already.
It was just the beginning.
He smiled.
