Fingers brushed together in the darkness, intertwining themselves around each other. The only sounds were soft sighs, and quiet moans. The bed creaking in a rhythm, creating a music of the dark. Lips brushed against each other, tongues dancing the tango in hot wet mouths, muffling soft groans of pleasure.
The rocking increased in rhythm, soft moans became pants became incoherent pleas of passion. Cool night air touched hot wet skin. Fingers brushed skin, lips, tongues, and teeth followed the fingertips on different planes. Finally, she cried out first, scratching his back with her fingernails, grinding hard against him, pushing him deeper in her.
He watched her come, pushing himself deeper in her, nearly touching her womb. His fingers ran through her raven curls, holding her head in place for his kisses. The pressure built up inside him, and soon, white stars were dancing behind his eyes as he let go, filling her as much has he could.
Dropping to the side, spent, all he could do was look at her. Her small delicate hand ran from his knee, to hip, to chest, missing his scar by inches. She looked over at him, completely sated. "Mmmm, welcome home, House," she murmured softly.
He grinned, brushing his fingers along her cheekbone. "Thanks for being there for me, Cuddy."
"I'm always here."
His eyelids drooping, he held her close. "I know you are."
Dawn soon broke through the dust covered windows, and she awoke, in his arms, staring into blue eyes. Today was the first day of the rest of their lives. They would make it what they will.
Fin.