Hey guys, I'm dropping by to share with you a story that stormed in my brain after watching Episode 8. I don't know if there will be future chapters or, if there will be, I don't know how long this story will take. Yah, bummmer. This is another suicide fanfic I tried and now I'm sharing this with you. I hope you like it.

This story in just primary checked BY ME so every mistake is mine. Obviously, this isn't BETA-ed, I hope you'll have a patience to read through this.

If you're also my reader for We'll Take It and Can't You Stay Longer, you know that a scene below is my weakness, so sorry for that too. I tried my best and unfortunately, I myself didn't like the end product. I just put it there b'c it's needed to be there.

Well, without so much ado, read on...


He heard nothing but his heart beating in the midst of the dimness of his living room. Nothing moved, nothing distracted him other than the feeling that caused him to stay standing for a few more minutes since Wilson left.

His plan was to go back and stay on bed, naked if possible, until Cuddy arrives but now he found himself slumping hard on the couch as guilt took another inch of his being. With his nape meeting the headrest and his lids drawing close, the load of unworthy relief was also taking over.

Unworthy. Yes, that's all he knows who he is at the moment. He was dishonest, his best friend wasn't and yet it was he who's waiting for his girlfriend to come over and sleep with him like no mess had happened between them.

Once again, fate favoured him over Wilson but even he realized how unfair the situation is. How could he, the sick bastard, was able to win his girlfriend back with a lie and Wilson, who had been all good and honest, didn't even get a formal good-bye?

Fairness isn't really the rule in this world. It never was and it never will be.

The sound of incoming footsteps caused him to open his eyes again before the sight of his ceiling greeted him. If there's anyone who should get lucky tonight, his guilt told him it shouldn't be him but the moment he turned his head back to look at the dean, he urged himself to claim his another unworthy prize.

"Hey," he heard Cuddy say after a soft thud of the door echoed in his pad.

"Sorry I'm late," she added while walking towards him, "I decided to buy some Chinese for you."

He nodded and offered a brief smile as the paper bags landed on the coffee table before him.

"Thanks," House returned before landing his ocean blues on her grey slates that were already staring at him since the dean took the vacant space on the couch next to him.

"Looks like someone's trying to make up," he teased, cocking his head to the food as he did.

An eyeroll and a chuckle were all he got in return.

"You got a lousy idea for a make up House," Cuddy seductively threw after walking a few steps away from him.

As much as the stir in his conscience was bugging him, he isn't an idiot to disregard the stir in his pants. He had choked enough chicken and he isn't willing to choke some more especially not when it's the hen that's already calling his rooster to come.

"Are you coming or not?" Cuddy asked as her grey slates landed on his boyfriend who she finds amusing to be just seating on the couch like a good little boy that he was.

"You know some people know how to say please," House returned as he finally eased himself up.

The connection between blue and grey wasn't even broken for a bit as he made his way in front of her. As his hands took hold of her hips, Cuddy rested both her palms on his chest as if on cue. Her eyes tracing the small circles her right fingers were making, an act that made House's stood in complete silence and caused his guilt to take the backseat among his current emotion.

"I really don't think I still have to," Cuddy purred while unbuttoning the first three buttons of his shirt.

Their lips finally met after days of physical abstinence just before his hand snaked their way through her arms and shoulder before landing on the sides of her face. She could feel House deepening the kiss and, with much gusto, Cuddy returned the favour by giving him some of her own.

The direct heat coming from House told her that both their shirts had been discarded and were now seated on the floor, and instead of meeting a soft and bouncy bed, her back was greeted with a hard wall that created a thud as soon as House naughtily yet gently pinned her on.

Drowning his lover with kisses, House pushed Cuddy's yoga pants to join his own jeans that are now pooled around his ankles before unhooking and throwing her bra off her body. She gasped as soon as his hot tongue met her peaked bud and a moan voluntarily escaped her lips when he swirled and licked it on.

"House..." she whispered, almost unheard and restrained as her hands gripped both sides of his face. She wanted him to stay on her breast some more but House have plans of his own. With a quick tug, her panties joined her pants and the cold air breathed against her core. She could feel his wet kisses going south and using the remaining strength she has, she looked down and opened her eyes only to see House smiling up to her with his lips inches away from her aching nub.

His own breathing was hard but he knows it'll get harder as they progress just as how hard his member will get in a span of thirty seconds. Closing his eyes, he need not to see where his lips and tongue will land; the moan of his woman already told him that the tip of his tongue hit the right spot. She was at his mercy and she was left with no choice but to throw her head back against the wall. A gasp then escaped her throat followed a whispered 'ah' as his tongue ran on her opening before his lips suckled the spot. Two of his pianist fingers tested her and a simple caress on his stubble was enough to tell him to rise in both feet again.

Their lips met again as her fingers finally met his member that had been craving to be touched since they started their session. A groan of appreciation and pleasure vibrated in his throat as her slender hands went up and down on his length in perfect rhythm that almost brought him to his end.

Luckily, he took hold of her wrist in time, pulled his face back and met her confused eyes with his knowing ocean blues; and just before she opened her lips to protest on the detachment, he slid inside of her in swift yet gentle motion that caused her to land her head on his chest and his head falling backwards.

Feeling her lover moved, Cuddy left out incoherent hums just as her hips voluntarily matched his rhythm. Soon, the sound of the ticking clock in his living room was drowned with their moans and groans and the slapping sound their bodies were making.

His left hand travelled along her hip and thigh before he lifted her leg up and locked it around his waist while his other hand rested on the wall for support. The angle he created allowed him to dived deeper sending tons of pleasurable shockwave on them. In awe with the new sensation, he thrust harder than before much to Cuddy's liking who ended up moaning, "Fuck," before throwing her head against the wall again. Taking this as an open opportunity, his tongue began trailing wet curves on her neck and collar bone.

With her peak calling her, she tightened the grip on his shoulders and locked them further with her legs. House can't move backwards than he did earlier, a state that he can't say a wrong one. He could feel the head of his cock scrapping her slippery walls and the deeper and harder he drove in and out, the tighter the velvety tunnel becomes.

Soon, he was met with an almost unbearable hold. She was clamping around him and the sound of his name escaping her lips landed on his ears. He kept thrusting, prolonging her orgasm as long as it allows them to and in a matter of seconds, he felt his own spasms just as his seeds began spilling inside of her.

For a few minutes, only their breathing echoed in his apartment. Both of their bodies were layered with a thin film of sweat but none of them bothered to unlock their carnal contact, not even to open their eyes just yet.

Turning his head to his left, House inhaled the scent of her shampoo as Cuddy's head remained rested on his chest. Her grips were beginning to loosen, so was the wall that was surrounding his member.

He kissed her hair before lifting her head up and although her eyes were still close, he planted a soft kiss on her lips which she responded with her own soft and quick smacks while feeling her lover pulling himself out of her.

"You okay?" he asked, brushing one side of her hair after she rested her head back on his chest.

Her body shook beneath him and a chuckle landed his hearing. "I just had sex with my shoes on," she commented before looking up at him.

Her cheeks flushed, her lips were sore red yet her smile was sweet. She was in pure bliss and this sight freed the guilt House decided to bury in his mind minutes ago. Who was he to experience a sincere lovemaking from this woman in front of him? Was he even deserving to see a sight like this?

"House, what's wrong?" Cuddy asked when he failed to respond in her words.

"Nothing," he lied, again. He literally shook his head before offering a simple smile.

"I guess you're the one who isn't okay after having sex against the wall," she teased, though worried about his leg. "It must be because you're getting old," she added before picking up her garments that were scattered around them.

"Yah? If I am, I must be the best stud among oldies since I just sent you moaning a few minutes ago," he returned.

"Well," Cuddy began as she made her way in front of him with her clothes closed to her chest this time, "you didn't heard me complaining about your elderly stamina, did you?"

"No, you didn't... but will it hurt you to prove it again?" he asked with a playful wink, though inside, he was still wrestling with the guilt he was trying to bury again.


Three hours later, House found himself lying on his bed with his eyes blankly staring at the ceiling above him. He wasn't counting sheep but he was counting how many times he did something wrong on Cuddy yet he was still forgiven.

He abused her on daily basis in the hospital since his day one at work, he forged her signature to get his tests, he skipped his clinic duties, he cheated on their bets and lied to her more than he could count but yes, he was still forgiven at the end of the day.

He rolled himself to his side, letting his ocean blues land on Cuddy's face as she drifted herself to La la Land. The way the streetlights outside his place illuminated her face made her even more beautiful and he could tell it would be more a picturesque if only she will open her eyes and let her grey slates stare back at him. But right now he has to suit himself with the sight of her closed lids and glowing skin because rest is something both of them knows she needs after they shared a second round of lovemaking.

As his fingers traced the outline of her face, guilt once again made its presence known. He lied, he was forgiven... he lied, he was forgiven... he lied... or did he really?

The first time he woke up and was greeted with her blissful face, he uttered a promise in his mind that he will make their relationship work. He had chased this woman for years, nearly lost her and he isn't willing to sabotage it when fate finally gave them the chance to be together.

With his mental note came a word of willingness to try to stoop if called upon. Humility seldom meets him, so seldom that only his girlfriend has the guts to lift it out him; and as his eyes traced her face further, he knows he doesn't care a bit.

"I love you," he suddenly whispered out of the blue. Another seldom thing from him that once delivered, no one will doubt about the sincerity of the words because it already is.

Rolling on his back, the words 'I lied, I was forgiven' chanted in his brain again.

'You lied,' he heard his mind say.

"No," he whispered in his thoughts, "I didn't."

He really was sorry for lying and just like the mental promise he made he's willing to stoop low again just to keep her as his own.


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