Title: Woulda', shoulda', coulda' (I/ )
Author: curseofAvalon
Authors notes: Alternate Universe
Pairing: Seriously Huddy
Rating: M!!! beware !!
Summary: coming home for some midnight treat
Disclaimer: I don't own House or its characters Fox does tho, I just used them shamelessly for this snippet.
Moonlight was pouring through the window, falling in a silver, diagonal beam on the bed and creating hills of light and indentations of shadow wherever it graced her body.
He slowly undressed himself down to his boxer briefs before sitting down on his side of the bed and watching the rise and fall of her chest.
He would've been with her earlier. Clearly she'd thought he would, for she laid on the bed, under the soft linen sheets, completely nude. Something, as so often with them, came in between though. His patient decided to go code blue on him after they thought that the antibiotics where actually working. So he stayed, trying to solve yet another puzzle, knowing it would once more keep him from going home at a sensible time.
Still they never once complained about it. Being home this late happened to both of them. Still, seeing her now, the silvery light accentuating the curve of her breasts and hip, he regretted it deeply.
A soft wind swept through the half open window and carried on through the room, making her shiver and turn onto her back fully, the sheet slipping even lower on her smooth skin, revealing her perking nipples and goosebumps forming on her body. His mouth watered as he watched the familiar reaction, remembering exactly how he so often created it for her. Stretching his legs he angled his body so he could watch her more comfortably and then softly pulled at her sheet. It slipped, easily, all the way down until he could see and reach for anything he desired.
His hand hovered back up, coming to rest softly on her flat abdomen, the muscles underneath hitching in anticipation. It felt almost too easy to him. Here she was reacting like this while deep in Morpheus dreamworld, giving him the oh so much desired power.
Slowly and carefully he let his hand travel upward in a soft caress, reaching the rise of her ribcage and the underside of her breasts, his own breath catching with hers, his body reacting to every soft sigh he drew from her full lips. Under his hand he felt her heartbeat quicken and her breath came out faster. But that was nothing compared to the moan he received when he leaned down and softly circled her hard nipple with his tongue, then catching it between his teeth and letting them graze it almost tenderly.
While his mouth busied itself on her full breasts his left hand was traveling lower and lower, stroking over her thighs, down to her knee's so he could softly part her legs. He didn't want to wake her just now.
All his blood was rushing south fast, his right hand finding her left and putting it onto his hardening crotch. The thrill he felt stroking her, tasting her and feeling her while she was asleep was almost overpowering. He knew he would probably not last long and then he felt it, Her hand closing around him and squeezing him hard. He looked up at her moaning deeply and finding her eyes half open, a smirk on her lips as she squeezed and massaged him even harder.
With a yelp House woke, his shirt clinging to his sweaty torso, his hair plastered to his forehead and his boxers embarrassingly sticky. Throwing the sheets off of him he looked down at himself and groaned, wiping his hand over his face.
Then after waking fully he snorted and shook his head. That woman was even hunting him down in his own dreams now, making him feel like a pimpled 14 year old. He stood, shakily, and got rid of his boxers.
Again.