Chapter 1

THE COLLISION

How many moments past as they gazed into the depths of each other's eyes? How long had they yearned for that caress of the other's flesh against their own? How many years of pain, fear, uncertainty and loneness did each endure before this moment came? These were not the questions swirling in their minds as they intertwined their fingers together and confirmed their undying love for the other. Instead all each one felt was the intense desire to taste, to feel, to love and to finally be loved...

His callused fingers brushed the sweet, velvety flesh of her neck as their lips teased each other, yearning to kiss again but not wanting to rush into the moment. Cuddy chuckled as House's unshaved face tickled her cheek, and before he had the opportunity to dive into those delicious plump lips, she jerked to the side grasping his arm to silently lead him towards her desired destination. Neither spoke, Cuddy lead, House followed; weaving through the darkness of his apartment until finally stopping at the foot of his welcoming bed. His arm coiled around the small of her waist and spun her around; he needed to see her beautiful eyes embrace him. The faint breath of blossoms kissed her skin, and the aroma seemed to intoxicate House to the point where his head began to spin.

In a moment like this it would have been expected that the two, in the heat of passion and lust, to throw themselves into the void of frenzy and begin to tear into the other to fulfill that animalistic need of excitement; but with House and Cuddy this was not the case. Each knew the strenuous road that destiny had them travel, to be where they stood now was a miracle; therefore they took pleasure in allowing themselves to unveil the other slowly, to explore each other's body and to appreciate that frozen stage of time.

A heavenly scent of aged amber and fresh linen folded over the lovers as they fell upon the large bed. Cuddy sunk deep into the softness of the bed; her hair, now loose from her ponytail, spilled ribbons of black across the white of the pillows. House hovered over her, propping himself up to gaze down upon the mortal goddess before him. She was beautiful, more now than he could ever remember; age was definitely graceful to her. Daring blue hues glared through a thick of onyx lashes soaking his image in, her olive skin was fresh and the color contrasted nicely with the white bra and panties that she still had on. Her body was toned, and as she shifted and moved he could see the silhouette of muscles flexing and contracting underneath her flesh. He lowered himself slightly, enough to place his quivering lips upon the crest of her collarbone; she exhaled a soft moan which enticed him to deepen his touch upon her. As his lips trailed down her body, his free hand navigated up her right leg; he loved the feel of her body and enjoyed that given the simplest of touches made Cuddy's skin shiver with anticipation. House was a master at this game; knowing that when his fingers brushed against her cotton panties, to only allow them to linger a mere second before continuing to trail up her torso; to not give her instant satisfaction but make her body beg him for more. Buried memories began flooding back to the center of his mind; he remembered that her rib cage was very ticklish, and if tantalized enough would throw her into a fit of giggles. He remembered that she didn't like the feeling of her neck being nibbled on and that she would immediately scrunch up if there was too much sensation placed upon that part. He even remembered those exact secret spots that would make her body explode and have her cry out his name… his eyes filled with devilish amusement at those thoughts.

Cuddy tilted her head up, her eyes closed as she concentrated upon the sensations he created within her body. Her hand grasped tight against his upper arm, and she realized exactly how strong his upper body was; of course this was a result of him having to hoist himself up countless of times. As his lips teased her bare skin, she could feel his hard bulge pulsating against her; House had on his jeans still, and it felt as though his manhood was screaming to be released. Her eyes opened and her lips smiled, slowly she raised her leg up and swung it around him, pressing him more upon her but gently guiding his body to switch places with her. She knew his leg must be uncomfortable, plus there was his wounded shoulder. House complied and soon Cuddy was mounted upon him, taking control was her natural instinct. With grace she rose her body up, arching her back slightly and swinging waves of hair away from her face; House watched hypnotized by her exotic movements. Unhooking her bra, she slowly brought her hands forward allowing the straps to fall but to keep the treasure still hidden. House snickered at her tease and raised his hands up to release her own, the bra falling down.

"Hello girls, it's been a long time. Shall I re-introduce myself, or shall we save the formalities for another time?" His voice was horse but coy, with humor tickling his tongue.

Cuddy chuckled as she leaned forward allowing her breast to press against the bare of his chest; he attempted to grab hold of them yet she pulled herself further down, her nipples barely brushing his skin.

"Tease." He grumbled.

Cuddy began nipping at his stomach, only to glare up at his sly comment and smile.

"You like it and you know it."

Her lips, her tongue and her teeth worked in unison as they lashed out upon his naked torso, while her fingers quickly tugged away at his belt...then zipper. Despite the mad passion boiling over in her eyes, she took her time to shred House's jeans from House's body; knowing to take caution with his leg. Soon enough they were heard collapsing somewhere upon the floor, the belt buckle making a slight "Cling" noise as it hit the wooden panels below. His manhood swelled before her; she had forgotten how well endowed he was; Lucas couldn't even compete next to his, and for a moment she cursed herself for falling for less than what she had before her. She knelt up, her fingers ever so gently gliding up and down his calves; House's body was exquisite, so well formed and toned, thick in some places and slender in others. Her eyes danced up and down until finally she caught glimpse of scarred leg. Her fingers immediately swam up to where the scars glistened; but before they could reach she felt his hand grasp a hold of hers'. Her eyes shot to meet his; the expression on his face was that of embarrassment, of shame, as though he felt his handicap made him less of a man. They didn't move, and his grip remained tight around her tiny wrist.

"Trust me." They were the only words she spoke, but her tone was sincere and welcoming. Her eyes remained locked upon his and she saw within them the defense barrier fall down, and in turn he slowly let go of her hand.

She focused again upon the collection of glistening scars tattooed upon his weakened leg. With her fingertips she curiously traced each scar; focusing on the depth and width. His heart pounded against his chest as he watched her perform this unusual motion upon his leg. Never had anyone ever given such attention to that part of his body, usually women ignored it, or shunned away from it; even Lydia seemed to be disturbed by its' monstrous appearance. Cuddy though seemed enchanted by it. A legion of emotions rushed through her as her fingers traced and danced through the map of scars. The first emotions were of sorrow and of personal shame; she felt it was her fault that he ended up living like this, and those scars and his pain a constant reminder of the choices she made. The second emotions were of curiosity and awareness. Though she had seen his leg countless times before it was only through the eyes of a doctor. She would observe it only as a condition, never really piecing its connection to its owner. Now she saw that it was indeed attached to him, and how in some odd and fascinating way that horrid wound complimented his personality, making him the man that he was meant to be. For what many would see as a curse (including House) she began to see it as a work of art.

It took all the control in the world for House to hold back the swell of tears that began forming in his eyes; not only did she fondle his scarred leg, she began placing multiple kisses upon it. The feel of her tongue rolling against the valley of purplish, white tissue threw him into an odd mixture of emotions. His cock burned with the new excitement she created, his heart pounded madly with love for her, and his mind screamed that this was absolute chaos happening. As her lips whispered against the thick flesh, her hand began to fondle his enlarged manhood. He bit down upon his lip as her hand tugged and jerked, caressed and massaged, sending massive waves of heat coursing through him. Her tongue eventually slithered over to him, engulfing his throbbing cock fully into her mouth. His fingers guided through her wavy hair, holding on tight as she moved slowly up and down upon him. It didn't take long until beads of cum formed over his tip; and that is where he stopped her, not wanting to finish this way.

He pulled her up towards him, their mouths colliding in heated madness; neither one breaking away. His strong hands grabbed onto her ass and he swung her over allowing her to again lie beneath him. His manhood pounded against her; its' only barrier the thin cotton panties she still wore. Breaking away from their kiss, he pulled away her panties and tossed them aside; they now touched, he could feel the heat and moisture of her body welcoming him to enter her but he didn't. Instead he leaned down over her, his fingers gently brushing away strands of her hair and he began to nibble slightly upon her earlobe; his manhood just pressing into her entrance. Cuddy closed her eyes her body waiting in anticipation for the joy it was about to experience.

Just then House's lips brushed against her ear and in a deep, sentimental tone he whispered.

"Lisa"

Her eyes shot open at the call of her name. She had just heard a symphony spoken into her ear than a faint murmured word; she couldn't even remember the last time he acknowledged her by her first name. He could feel her body burn with fever the instant her name emerged from his lips; that was the signal he waited for, at that very moment he plunged himself into her.

They made love multiple times over. Very little words were exchanged between the pair; they were satisfied enough just to explore and remember the canvas of each other's body, and to enjoy the pleasure they created together. Eventually exhaustion (both physical and emotional) encompassed them, placing the pair into an abysmal sleep. By the Creator's hand, their bodies were sculpted to fit perfectly with the other. Where House's body was stiff and limited, Cuddy's was more flexible and her mobility more fluid; therefore her small frame molded beautifully in House's arms and her leg snaked around him, drawing the pair immensely close. Skin to skin, each one cocooning the other as waves of dreams and hope danced in their minds…

Fluorescent green numbers flashed 4:00am on the clock near House's bed. All was silent for the exception of a faint sound of birds waking from their nightly slumber. Cuddy stood at the edge of the bed; her scrubs were back on, her hair was wet from the recent shower she took, and in her hand she held a cup of tea; its' steam rising up into the pale darkness. She didn't move, just content to watch the beast sleeping serenely; upon his belly sprawled openly upon the tasseled bed. What she didn't know was that House was already wide awake. He remained motionless, giving her the illusion that he was at peace. Instead he waited. He could feel her eyes staring down upon him and they burned against the bare of his back. His mind was already formulating theories.

Was she attempting to sneak away after realizing the terrible mistake that she made? Perhaps it was really just a hallucination and she only just arrived to check on him. Maybe she isn'teven standing there at all.

Her body shifted creating the floor boards to creak, giving House the opportunity to wake up and catch her. He too shifted himself up, turning slightly to glare at her, but she didn't move.

"Trying to sneak away are we?" His voice was sore and deep to the ear. "Finally realizing what happened, and decided to make a quick getaway?" He shifted his body weight around and slowly rose to a sitting position upon the bed, his leg ached from all the movement of that night. Cuddy, however, responded only with a gentle smile. As he began to shuffle around she made her way over to him and placed the hot tea and two white pills upon the nightstand. House gazed up at her with questioning eyes.

"Tylenol 3, it's not much but at least it should take the edge off. Your leg must be throbbing by now and your shoulder is pretty banged up. I re-bandaged it while you were asleep." Cuddy gestured her head towards his wounded shoulder and House's eyes followed then finally settling upon the fresh, white bandage upon him.

He was confused by her gestures and unsure what he should do. He turned his gaze back over to her and for a few moments they stared at each other in silence. Then finally Cuddy broke their connection.

"I have to get going. I'm…"

"Listen." House interrupted, his voice scruffy yet sincere. "I won't hold it against you if you end this now. I'm sure by now your thinking with a level head. You're probably in shock and…well…I'm just saying that I won't give you hell if you decide that I'm not what you want." His eyes wilted down resembling an old dog, his look melted Cuddy's heart.

To House's dismay, Cuddy didn't justify his statement with a direct response; instead she placed her hand upon the scruff of his cheek and smiled.

"I want to be home before Rachael gets up. I have a meeting with the oncology department at eleven,then I'm packing up some paperwork and giving myself a long weekend." She paused as she rose up from the bed, then picking up the two pills and laying them in his hand. "I'll be giving you a long weekend too."

There was a seduction in her eyes as she looked down upon him; though he still seemed muddled with thoughts. Leaning over she placed a gentle kiss upon his lips.

"Take the pills and get yourself some extra sleep, you deserve it." Her hand gracefully brushed down his arm as she turned and departed from the room. Moments later House heard his apartment door open and shut, yet he still sat in the same position lost in thought.

Minutes flashed by when he finally came through, a silent decision already formulated the core of his mind. He gazed down upon the pills in his hand and immediately swallowed them dry. Rising up from his bed, he made his way to the bathroom. He needed to get washed and dressed early if he was to beat Cuddy to the hospital….

TO BE CONTINUED…