Disclaimer:I unfortunately own nothing beyond my deranged mind and my exquisite taste. House MD belongs to David Shore and FOX.


This FIC is dedicated to my dearest B, my beloved and dedicated friend and beta, and to all the other sincerely devoted Huddy fans out there, who have been shamefully neglected by Mr. Shore and Mrs. Jacobs. As well as yours, my already tiny patience has been pushed to the limits, people, but I'm just not ready to give up on our ship, not yet. So stubbornly a Huddy I'll remain, until the show's over. Who's with me???

Andie.


A/N:
On Jerkiness fashion, I'll be also suggesting you a soundtrack to accompany your reading… Feel free to pick up another tune of your preference if you do not appreciate my choice, ok? Enjoy yourself! :D

*For a better experience, read it while listening to "Insatiable", by Darren Hayes.


Reencounter

He entered her deliberately as she sunk onto his lap, straddling his waist, her perfectly shaped legs crossed on the small of his back, both gasping at the irresistible sensation of their bodies gradually merging into one. House automatically closed his eyes and took a deep breath; the urge to begin thrusting was absolutely overwhelming as Cuddy's narrow walls gripped around him temptingly warm, wet, and tight… They had taken their time with the foreplay, exploring each other's body with patience and skill, placating the neediness that was old enough to drive out and buy its own liquor now. Two decades was a long time to make up for, too much information to update: tastes, scents, sensitive spots, preferences, unintelligible sounds of pleasure, facial expressions when the orgasm hit hardly… Nevertheless, this had unquestionably been a great (re)start so far; these two were especially designed to match. Sometimes it is all about chemistry, indeed.

Having been out of a stable relationship for more than a decade, he was no longer used to having sex without protection. House was unable to trust the women he met since Stacy; as well as the many women he had hooked up with during his agitated college days...except for one. There had always been a lot of barriers between him and Lise – as his mind secretly called her in the privacy of his thoughts -, but condoms curiously had not been one of them, neither then, nor today. It was a surprise for him that she did not demand it right away, though his questionable reputation with hookers should have made her suspicious, typical of her control-seeking narcissistic persona. However, there was nothing but complicity and conviction in her eyes when she guided him into her just moments before. As his rational mind screamed at him she had just been too caught up in the heat to remember the logistic details, his heart preferred to rely on the most unrealistic and romantic explanation: maybe she did trust him enough to know he would never make her sick or cause her any harm; at least not physically.

Cuddy gazed at House's delighted expression adoringly. The many years of their turbulent coexistence had nearly made her take his handsomeness for granted. They still had a long road ahead of themselves in their newborn romantic relationship before she would feel comfortable enough to confess this to him. In fact, she really did believe time and its hair-graying, face-marking power had only been favoring him. The essence of the deliciously arrogant and witty womanizer-med-student-combo she met at Michigan remained intact, but the years and all the suffering life had put him through worked him like decades do to good wines and scotches.

She tried hard to decipher the emotions displayed carelessly on his face as she attempted to control her own that jolted through her entire body like lightning flashing across a rainy sky. Obviously, it was not just the act per se; she was used to sex, she liked it, certainly missed it when it was not available. However, no matter how hard she forced her blurred mind into it, she could not remember the last time she had made love in the whole sense of the word. That was, in fact, what she adored, what made her feel sate, absolute, feminine. Lisa Cuddy had put a heavy load of expectation on the various men she had been with since her first awkward time with Ben Compton, and the vast majority of them had not been able to carry it. That was probably why her relationships were as volatile as ether evaporating in the air ever so imperceptibly. Once the novelty was gone her soul left along with it leaving her body alone to seek for a simple satisfaction to its biological need.

Grabbing House's stubble face in her soft hands, Cuddy placed a tender kiss on his cheek, which took him instantly out of his reverie. His baby blue eyes had darkened a shade or two in lust and his pupils dilated. He glanced at her wolfishly, desire pouring out of his being as he claimed her mouth in a hungry kiss, urging her body closer. She moaned inside of his mouth when the slight movement pressed his penis further inside of her, the difference of their sizes making its presence known. She let him explore her mouth as she sucked on his tongue for a while before hers presented itself to the battle. Oddly enough, their kissing was as coordinated as Russian classic ballet, as if they had been practicing for years. Perhaps they had, in their dreams and lone fantasies when they reenacted this scene over and over again to an Oscar level of perfection.

House was the one who broke the kiss, panting, alveolus pushed to the very limit of air-deprivation. The corners of his mouth curled up in a timid smile - alien and lovely, so Cuddy thought. "This is just…" he started, stopping mid-sentence as his defensiveness and insecurity took the best of him. Some things never changed.

"Awesome." Cuddy smiled seductively and finished his thought that matched her own, placing her elbows on his shoulders and bowing her head to bite his lower lip and suckle on it tentatively. He tasted delectable, something comparable to a mixture of honey and mustard, bittersweet. While she slid her warm tongue along his mouth, she savored the exquisite flavor of his lips and sensed him hardening even more inside of her, she found the perfect term to define Gregory House, the lover: of total overdosing material.

His hands moved down to her ass, steely grasping her bottom cheeks. There was something about his touch, firm yet gentle, demanding and tender at the same time. It was unbelievably sexy how he openly claimed her as his with every caress, and how his skin seemed to scorch hers at the slightest contact. The urgency of his grip spoke loud and clear; he could no longer handle the torturous inertia as his penis pulsed inside of her, excited to the point of pain. Mindful not to hurt his bad leg, Cuddy elevated her hips hesitantly and sunk onto him once more, a small wince escaping her lips as his oversized length buried deep into her slender core.

House forced his eyelids to remain lifted as he scrutinized Cuddy's strikingly beautiful face, first with concern and then in awe. Her head fell back and her eyes shut as he pushed her down to him the first couple of times. A grimace deformed her features as she struggled to adapt herself to his size, yet she continued to go up and down determinedly. Afraid he might be hurting his Lise, House momentarily stopped moving to pull her lovingly into his embrace until her head was resting on his shoulder. Cuddy welcomed his tender gesture and clang to his muscled torso, his heart beating fast against hers as he proceeded to move her hips carefully, placing feather kisses and teasing bites along her shoulder blades.

It did not take long until the discomfort was gone and pleasure had taken its place. Cuddy scratched her immaculate manicured nails on House's back and jerked her hips against his now perfectly-fitting dick, loud moans escaped her lips, turning him on even more and increasing their pace. Needing to feel him thrusting deeper, Cuddy let go of his back so he could recline a bit and support himself on his arm, which gave him more space to buck his hips in a new angle and hit her right there. "Aw My God!" she screamed and let her head fall back when his prick massaged her G spot.

In an exertion of genuine tantric proportions, House abstracted his own pleasure to contemplate the heart-fibrillating scene before him, imprinting every detail in his memory so he could play it again and again and again in his mind after that surreal afternoon was over. Not that he did not expect these moments of licentious passion to repeat themselves – damn him if he did not turn their repetition into his own life cause – but Lisa Cuddy riding him like there was no tomorrow, her flexible hips waving like a serpent above him eagerly meeting his vigorous plunges with perfect synchrony, that was a view to carry to the grave.

A lot had passed before his aquamarine eyes in a half of century's existence, but none of it could ever be compared to that. Her godlike body began to whimper around him as soft electro shocking waves of pleasure built in her toes and rose up her lower limbs like fire on a gunpowder path. Her breathing became ever more irregular, chest arching fiercely; her brows furrowed and her gracious features grimaced into a tortured yet overjoyed expression as his name continued on slipping from her lips. It had been ages since she had last called him Greg, but right now it happened to sound as natural as "good morning".

Cuddy's muscles began to tense all over and House instantly knew she was hitting the edge. Cradling her in his arms once again, he lapped a drop of sweat that rolled down the heated skin of her chest and buried his head between her breasts. Her hands instinctively moved to hold his head in place, and a loud cry of pleasure echoed in the room when his mouth began to suck greedily on her hardened nipple while his right thumb moved down to rub her swollen clit. "Oh my God, Greg, aaaaw", Cuddy groaned, lost in sweet desperation as her orgasm hit her mercilessly as a brick wall, her view instantly blanking.

Her core convulsed violently around his member and it took House every ounce of self-control he had left not to follow her immediately into her bliss. He knew that his body would turn into a useless heap after getting off for the "God-knows-how-many-th" time that afternoon, and his heart – well, his whole being - was running out of energy.

Cuddy enjoyed her high intensely; a large and satisfied smile enlightened her face while she gradually regained control of her over-relaxed limbs. Managing to lift her lazy eyelids again, her gaze locked into House's, who scrutinized her with a disconcertingly smug grin displayed on his face, obviously feeling incredibly good about himself. In any other condition, with any other man, she would have flushed to a ripe tomato's shade, but not then. He knew her better than that, no need to play the timid and sexually-repressed girl's card. That was, indeed, the best lay of her life and House's haughtiness was plainly justified when it came to his sexual performance, so why bother pretending?

"Is your ego going to stop inflating anytime soon? I'm genuinely concerned about the bedroom walls…" Cuddy teased. Most couples went for cuddling and cigarettes, but in their particular case banter was always the best choice, even after a mind-blowing love session.

House guffawed. "Not really…" The sound of his laughter was so rare Cuddy made an effort to record it in her mind. "And then people scold me when I say I'm that good."

He was that good. However, in the best interest of Planet Earth and the continuation of its rotational and translational movements, Cuddy decided to put House in his place by reminding him he was not the only egomaniac in the room. His penis remained hard inside of her in spite of her previous powerful release, and now it was her turn to pay back the favor. With style.

Moving carefully not to harass him, Cuddy swung her left leg until she was no longer straddling his lap. "Yeah, I must admit, you are that good…" she started when House glared at her questioningly. She ran her polished fingernails on his hairy chest seductively "The thing is I, on the other hand, am great." she completed, laying invitingly on the bed beside him, her stomach resting against the mattress. House's heart skipped a beat.

He fondled her ebony hair and ran his hand all the way down her back, his mind losing itself in thought just for a moment. If there was indeed a God, he must know he had tried. For twenty years House had bravely fought the invisible magnetism that attracted him to this woman, and he was positive she had also been struggling on the other end to keep them apart. Deep down he never had any doubts Lisa Cuddy was one of a kind, his kind, his one and only real chance of not being a lone wolf for the rest of his life, and once he had ruined everything – because that was what he did, he blew things – he would find himself convicted to a lifelong sentence of misery. That was why he had settled for a platonic love, an idea safely locked inside of his head that did not really intend to happen, a possibility. The last shred of hope he dared to have.

Nevertheless, time had been efficient on teaching him a lesson about its uncertainty. When he admitted himself in Mayfield believing his life was over, it had actually been reset, the promise of ending revealing itself as a brand new beginning. The hallucinations had only disappeared when he no longer needed them to hide from reality. He was ready to face it now. Gregory House was making his bet, because that was actually the only way to win. And the prize was worth all the odds.

Cuddy's sinuous silhouette reminded him of a Spanish guitar as he positioned himself above her back and dove deep in her warmth, a profanity instantaneously slipping from his lips. She widened her stance to give him better access as he first slid his oversensitive cock into her canal. "Aw, damn it", he cursed, clenching his jaw at the overwhelming sensation of her velvet walls massaging his member. Great was actually an understatement.

House's pace gradually increased, and so did the groaning flowing freely from his mouth, which easily drove Cuddy back to the edge again, sensitive as she still was from her last climax. Initially regretful for choosing a position that kept her from touching and kissing him, she knew she could not have made a better decision when he reached under her to stimulate her clit while penetrating rhythmically. In no time, he had dragged her along with him to the summit.

House nipped at her ear's cartilage and pounded into her forcefully. Cuddy squeaked in ecstasy, body tensing, writhing, trembling, muscles contracting around his prick so he could barely move. His eyes rolled on the back of his head and he plunged into her one last time before exploding. "Lisa, aw Geez, aaaw, damn it!" Every muscle in his body tensed and he saw stars as her inner muscles throbbed and milked him dry.

Careful not to crush her petit frame under his robust one, House managed to roll over to her side and began staring at the ceiling in total elation, while Cuddy remained collapsed in bed, visibly exhausted. They lay there in absolute silence, both having a hard time to even their breathing and thankful their middle-aged hearts had worked fine over-capacity.

Cuddy was already dozing off when House broke the silence. "Lise?"

"Hmmm." She mumbled, too extenuated to come up with anything else.

"You know that thing you said three weeks ago, about taking things slowly…" House started in a soft tone, almost whispering.

"Stupid idea. Yeah, I know." Cuddy admitted. Stupid, stupid idea indeed.

The silence sunk in again. House was the one almost asleep when Cuddy turned on her right side and murmured, "Greg?"

"What?" He replied, still riding the remnants of his high. His body was so light he thought he would levitate. Compared to this feeling, Vicodin was inoffensive as breath mints.

"Wanna cuddle…" Cuddy whined, in the cutest fake pout ever.

House chuckled. "Thought you'd never ask… C'me here."

She rested her head on his chest and his arm brought her close, a smile on both their faces oblivious to the other. She wrapped her leg around his possessively and he inhaled the raspberry scent of her shampoo. It surprised them how simple and right it felt though, to be together like that. Maybe that is what happiness is about, simplicity. Little precious moments enjoyed in small portions of greatness. They had no idea how many they would have ahead of them or how long each one would last. All the same, each one would feel infinite.


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Hmmm, just a last question… You guys want me to continue? I could definitely do that. Just let me know whether or not you are eager to find out how House and Cuddy ended up having smoking hot afternoon sex and I will to tell you everything. In details. ;*