A/N-This is set early in Season 7. The plot is pretty much just a vehicle for smut, so if you're too young, or don't like smut…don't read it.
Disclaimer: I don't own House or any of its characters.
(Rev 3/16/12)
"How well do you remember that first night…back in school?" Cuddy asked as she drove to the hotel. She had just dropped Rachel off at her mother's and picked him up for a weekend away.
He was gazing out the window, mulling his last case over in his head when she snapped him into the present moment with her question. "Well enough," he responded. Although his answer was vague she could feel his eyes on her immediately, pouring over her body. The looks he'd tried to disguise at least a little over the years were now completely uninhibited. "Why?"
It was strange, in their new relationship some topics that were largely closed to discussion over the years occasionally came up. In moments like those, there was always hesitation, as if they mentally had to make the decision to cross a line and allow themselves to be vulnerable.
"Just curious I guess. I wasn't sure how drunk you really were," she stated, shrugging.
"I was sober enough to get you off a couple of times. Maybe you are the one that doesn't remember? How drunk were you?"
"Four"
"Four? What, you…drank four?"
"No, I mean that first time, you got me off four times. I was impressed," she smiled at him, glancing over out of the corner of her eye.
He smirked at her feeling a swelling of pride; not only at his success over twenty years ago, but that she remembered some of the details. She seemed uncharacteristically relaxed and overtly sexual from the glances she was casting his way. He felt his body twitch slightly with excitement at the potential for the evening if she was already feeling like this and he hadn't even gotten his hands on her yet.
"What else do you remember?" he asked softly, leaning slightly toward her in his seat.
"About you, umm, you were completely arrogant, and amazing to look at," she said laughing, "you were so incredibly hard."
He blinked and laughed with surprise, "Well…yeah. What exactly did you expect? You do remember what you look like right? I remember your body."
"No!" she said, giggling, "I meant your physique. You were very toned. Extremely firm…not…that!" she said, pointing with one finger vaguely near his lower half.
"Pretty sure that was incredibly hard too Cuddy. In fact, I'm positive I'd remember if there were any problems in that department."
She smirked at him still, eying him flirtatiously. "Yes, House…that was impressive as well."
"Was?"
"Is. One of the things I remembered was that you definitely had cause to be as arrogant as you were regarding your prowess."
"Arrogant? That hurts," he said, attempting to look pained and quickly falling into a grin that showed he was pleased with himself.
"And…the thing I remember most was all of that…patience. You were so deliberate and focused, which given the other guys I was seeing at that time of my life, was definitely not typical."
"Seriously? You're mentioning the other guys you were fucking? In front of me? Have we met?"
"Oh you're right, I'm so sorry," she replied and switched to her version of an innocent sounding voice, "of course you big stud, you were my first and after the devastating loss of you I just couldn't even get near another man," she rolled her eyes and switched back to her own voice, "don't be so damned insecure."
"See, the problem is you weren't devastated enough to stay away from other men, which means that I failed you," he joked, "I should have devastated you to the point that you'd just sit patiently and wait for my inevitable return, but I came up short. So I had to come back into your life and personally drive away all of the losers you were attracted to until you came to your senses. All of my actions have been with your best interest at heart."
She laughed and rolled her eyes at him.
"You…honestly look just as good now as you did then, maybe better," he confessed, with unexpected seriousness. "I am a bit worse for the wear overall."
"I guess. Some things are simply beyond your control. Other things…House you have abused your body mercilessly for years. You've overdosed, detoxed, wrecked a motorcycle, been electrocuted and shot…and let's face it, that's the short list. Given that particular set of circumstances, I'd say you're doing pretty damn good. Besides, I think you're much more handsome now." She tried to cover the emergence of a smirk which let him know her declaration was genuine.
"You really mean that, don't you?" he asked.
"Of course, why else would I say it?"
"See, sometimes I get this feeling like you're trying to get into my pants"
"You're right, House. It's all a big plot to get you naked and have my evil way with you."
"Oh thank god!" he said, almost singing.
She added, in a voice dripping with sarcasm, "Because over the last several weeks it's been so hard to convince you to have sex with me. I mean, I have to show up…and then…wait, yea, that's pretty much all I have to do."
He reached a hand across his body and placed it against her abdomen, now facing her he whispered, "Yes, fucking you has been a great sacrifice for me, but I always figured once I asked you to go steady you'd expect me to put out." He ran his nose along her jawline, slowly working his way back to her neck as she laughed seductively.
These were the moments when the amount of influence he had over her became apparent. Part of her hated it. He loved it beyond words. At that moment, as his lips came in contact with the space at the back of her jaw, below her ear, her giggle became a shuddering breath and she involuntarily tilted her head to the side to allow him better access getting almost completely lost before realizing exactly what was going on. Suddenly, returning to reality, she slapped the hand that was slowly working its way up to her breast, "No way in hell, not while I'm driving."
He groaned and sat back in his seat, looking at her with disappointment.
"We're almost there anyway," she said, placing her free hand casually on his knee and patting him.
"So, four times in one night, is that perhaps the standing record for you?" he said, turning the conversation back to a better topic.
"Technically five is the current record I guess."
"Five?" he said, the jealousy returning to his voice.
"Yup, five"
"Who holds the record?"
"Why, you gonna go shake him down?"
"Who holds the record Cuddy?"
"Wilson. That guy is hung"
House laughed sarcastically and sneered at her, assuming it was a joke but watching her reaction just to be certain. The thought of his best friend and Cuddy together was always the worst case scenario in his head, and even though he had her now, part of him always worried that the two of them had a past encounter that he didn't know about. If there was such an encounter, he definitely felt he needed to know, but at the same time, he wasn't sure if he could handle knowing.
"Seriously…who holds the record?" he asked, trying not to allow the annoyance to show in his voice.
"Oh look," she replied a bit too cheerily, "we're here!"
She chose a hotel a short distance away, just far enough so that they felt like they were removed from their day-to-day lives, but not so far that they'd have to spend any more time driving than necessary. She went back to the trunk, grabbing her small rolling suitcase, as he emerged from the car with a duffel bag.
She checked in while he looked at menus displayed near the door, hoping to find places that would deliver so they could leave their room as little as possible. He grabbed a few of the menus and looked up at the counter at the young man, probably a college student, clearly looking down Cuddy's shirt as she filled out the registration form.
House walked up to the desk, standing possessively close, and said, "Stop looking at my cleavage."
The clerk looked at him with some confusion until House pointed at Cuddy's chest and said, "Those. Are mine…that's my cleavage. Stop staring."
"Sir, I wasn't"
"Please," House interrupted tersely. "I was watching you watching her. Go find your own twins to ogle."
Cuddy smiled dutifully at the kid, trying to hide her embarrassment. "Room 325. Have a nice stay," the clerk said forcing a smile in House's direction.
Cuddy stormed off toward the elevator. "We came here to get away from the normal routine, not…transplant it to a different location. Why are you so jealous anyway?"
"Oh please you get just as jealous as I do, you're just better at hiding it"
"I do not!"
"You do. Deny it all you want Cuddy, but the thought of me and another woman makes you insanely jealous. Need I remind you of our conversation…"
"Stop," she interrupted, entering the elevator as soon as the doors opened, "I think I have every right in the world to be upset at the thought of you running around on me."
"Nooo…even before we started this, you hated thinking of me with someone else," he said, leaning against wall next to her.
"Well…" she said, pressing her lips tightly together, "you are right, as much as I hate to admit it, I didn't like thinking of you with anyone else, but it was just something I have had to deal with from time to time. Fortunately for me they were usually only around for an hour at a time. "
"You used to have to deal with it, you don't anymore. You know I wouldn't cheat on you."
"I don't know that, House. I hope, but I don't know. You can't know something like that. Some night, at a bar, you might be drunk…and then next thing you know…" she made a disgusted face and shook her head to clear the image, "I'm just not going to take you for granted to the point where I assume that it could never happen."
He thought about it for a moment, partially complimented by the thought that she was so possessive of him and partially irritated that she still didn't really trust him, "So by that logic, I shouldn't completely trust that you won't cheat on me because if I do, it implies that I take you for granted?"
The elevator dinged open and they stepped out, walking down the long hallway to their room. "I wouldn't cheat on you House. I don't go around getting wasted, so as a rule, I have better control of my faculties."
"Guys half my age would throw themselves at you. You may not often get drunk, but you are occasionally blinded by your anger with me. One day you might be irritated, find some young guy with ambulatory function I don't have and spend a night with him venting your frustrations. But, I have proof that I wouldn't cheat on you."
"How's that?" she asked, slipping the keycard into the slot.
"I wouldn't cheat on you because there just isn't another woman that I want as much as I want you," he stated matter-of-factly.
Just as he said that, the light on the door turned green, signaling that it was unlocked, but she didn't pull the handle to open it. Her mouth opened slightly and she turned toward him with a look of surprise. "That's…remarkably sweet," she said, regaining her bearings and trying the handle to open the door, but by that time it had automatically locked. She fumbled for the key to unlock it again.
He smiled at his ability to fluster her, "It isn't sweet. It's fact. You think I'd waste years wanting someone that isn't best in class?"
She shook her head with a disbelieving smile and a sarcastic bite in her tone, "Wow, thank you, I've always wanted to be compared to a car."
As she finally got the door open and stepped inside, he said, "Is this the appropriate moment for a lube job joke?"
She laughed, "Get in here, you ass," she said, as she pulled him into the room and closed and locked the door after swinging the 'do not disturb' sign from the handle. "I don't understand how someone can be such an insensitive jackass who objectifies and degrades me and then, can, with the same statement, be this…this…sweet romantic guy…well…sweet and romantic in your own way I guess."
She leaned into him, pressing her body fully against his, pulling him in for a soft kiss. When she broke the kiss, he backed away slightly, just far enough to look down her shirt, "On second thought, I don't know if I should begrudge college kids and med students the right to at least try to get a look at breasts as perfect as these. As long as I'm the only one that gets the all access pass."
She chuckled slightly and responded, "I won't complain about people checking out your perky nipples and big ass if you won't complain about them checking out mine. Looking…" she said kissing him, "not touching…" placing another delicate kiss on his lips that he knew was clearly a promise of things to come.
She pulled her suitcase over to a ledge designed for just that purpose and strode into the room, pulling the duvet down off of the bed and tossing it over in the far corner since she knew just how infrequently such things were washed and how disgusting those surfaces could be. She turned toward and said, "So, what do you want for…din…ner…ummm?" she stumbled over her words when she saw him standing at the edge of the room cupping his own chest.
"You're right, they are remarkably perky!"
She laughed louder than she intended and stood there shaking her head, "It is a great rack you have there, House. As I was saying, what do you want for dinner? You hungry?"
"Always," he said, tilting his head as he watched her pull off her jacket and untuck her shirt. "I thought you weren't going to work, I thought you were relaxing this weekend."
"I am…I didn't bring any work"
He wiggled his finger in a 'come hither' motion as she walked over to stand in front of him just as he sat down on the chair in the corner of the room. "Let me do that, you need to save your strength."
He pulled her closer until she was standing between his legs, his hands on her hips. He waited for the sense of power that always filled him when she was willing to give him control over her. He finished unbuttoning her shirt and ran his fingers down her shoulders and arms to brush it from her body onto the floor, just barely making contact with her skin. She shivered as he slid his hands up her back to unhook her bra removing it with the same gentle feather light movements. He nuzzled against her breast, slowly working his way to one nipple, pulling it into his mouth just roughly enough to elicit a throaty moan. She pulled his head toward her breast urging him on, enjoying the feeling of his hands running across her back, along her hips and thighs. He had fantasized and imagined almost every possible permutation of the two of them doing…this…over the years. Although his fantasies about her spanned a wide range of activities, they all involved him devoting himself wholly to ensuring her pleasure long before capturing his own. For all of the headaches he'd caused her over the years, it was the one thing he could seem to do to make it up to her.
He pulled her down onto his lap for a deep kiss, the kind that left him vulnerable because he knew she could sense his need and urgency. He could only ever be this intense with her, he knew that well. He could expose himself to her in ways he couldn't with anyone else, probably because she didn't exploit those vulnerabilities, and she never mentioned them explicitly outside of the private moments of their intimacy.
When they started seeing each other he was initially embarrassed by just how little she had to do to arouse him. It displayed cracks in his calm, uncaring exterior to want her so badly. Only a few nights after they began their relationship, they were making out on the sofa in his apartment and she noticed him trying to mask the extent of his arousal. She straddled his lap seductively, eyes filled with lust and whispered into his ear as she brushed her pelvis against his erection, "Do you have any idea how much it turns me on to know what I do to you? To know how badly you want me, simply because I'm near you."
She wriggled her skirt up over her hips and roughly grabbed his hand, pushing her thong to one side, and sliding his finger along her wet heat. He closed his eyes, filled with the excitement that came with knowing just how much she wanted him too. "See," she whispered, her lips grazing along his ear, "you do the same thing to me. I've been like this for hours, just thinking of the moment when I'd finally be with you."
With that statement she showed him, not only that she wanted him, exactly as he was, but how much she appreciated his desire for her.
Weeks later, in their hotel room he had her in much the same position. Still after countless times together they were almost desperate in their need. They both hoped it would never stop: the cycle of want, need, culmination and release.
He stood her up in front of him and slid down onto the floor, drawing her leg up and placing her foot on the chair behind his head, before pulling her forward so he could gently lick her. He wasn't too probing yet, just barely making contact, only able to get the slightest taste of her on his tongue. "House," she whispered, her voice shaky, "that floor can't be very comf…" her words morphed into a satisfied moan as he delved further, applying more pressure, circling her clit and occasionally sucking more forcefully.
He moved one hand around to her ass, and ran the other one up her thigh. By the time he inserted one finger slowly into her, she was already feeling the approaching orgasm. One of her hands pulled his head toward her, the other was on his shoulder as she tried to maintain her balance, her legs beginning to quiver and grow weak. Her orgasm built slowly, but once it began her body was consumed by the explosion of pleasure. He slowed, lessening the pressure to prolong the sensations long as possible until he was concerned she'd fall over. He withdrew his finger and used his hands to catch her and pull her safely against him. She was still panting and moaning softly into his neck.
As soon as she was able, she lifted herself slightly, pulled off his shirt and began to unbuckle his jeans. Kisses that began tenderly were soon heavy with need and lust. She roughly opened his pants until he grabbed her hands firmly, "Easy there woman, you said it yourself my body's been abused for years…break the cycle."
She laughed throatily, already aching in anticipation of what was to come. He lifted himself up onto the chair with his arms and stood upright, moving her steadily toward the wall, and pinning her hands just above her head. He let go of one of her hands, lifted her leg and waited at her entrance teasingly. He leaned in to kiss her and just as his lips brushed hers he spoke, "so what kind of time frame are we talking about for tonight?"
"You have got to be fucking kidding me!" she responded, shaking her head in frustration, "You want to discuss this…right now?"
"You said in one night, does that mean 12 hours, one session? I need to know the rules."
She smirked at him, "Dawn. You have until dawn." She didn't look shy or reserved in those moments, she looked incredibly turned on, and excited by the game he wanted to play.
"No problem whatsoever," he declared confidently. He let go of the one hand he still had pinned and circled her clit with his finger until slowly pushing two of them into her. He worked to build her orgasm steadily, and just as she was about to crest, he slowed to an almost non-existent pace. "Who holds the record?"
"I'm not telling you that so just give up!" she whined, moving against him. When he waited patiently for a response she reached down and began to touch herself. He watched for a few moments with a look of lust and amusement until she said, "If I do this myself it doesn't count toward your total."
He stilled her hand, smiling, glad that she was as into the game as he was. He spun her around, dropping her onto the bed, moving up her body, and was quickly at her entrance waiting…she started moving beneath him trying to convince him to continue, but her range of movement was limited to the amount he would allow. When he finally pushed inside of her with one strong, full, fluid thrust, the sudden flood of sensation pushed her over the edge quickly. She clung to him frantically, her arms wrapped around his neck. He slowed his movements, keeping her on edge as she rocked gently underneath him while the intensity faded. Her slow undulating was arousing him beyond belief, but he wasn't ready to finish this round yet. He pulled back and flipped them over, hoping that she thought he was being considerate and allowing her to recover and didn't notice how desperately he needed her to slow the pace if they wanted to continue longer. One arm folded behind his head, the other holding her tightly against him, she was completely still above him for a few moments.
She placed her hands on his chest and sat up, still tight and lightly pulsating around him. He tried desperately to look calm. "So, did you ever fantasize about our night together during our twenty year drought?" she asked.
He looked up at her, his face completely stoic, "You didn't answer my questions, why should I answer yours?"
"That's easy," she replied, smiling, as she started to lift up and drop back down on him, clenching her muscles rhythmically each time they met fully. He groaned in response when she stopped and just used her muscles to tease him repeatedly. "Cuddy, this is a little unfair isn't it?"
"No one said we had to play fair. Answer the question House," she asked in her authoritative tone.
He finally grabbed onto her hips, needing her to start moving, "God yes, of course I fantasized about you."
"That's better," she purred starting to pick up her pace a bit, "how often?"
"Umm…a lot. A really, really lot," he muttered as his own pleasure mounted.
It was so rare for her to have him here, so consumed by his need for her while she was completely in control. "Tell me what you thought about."
His voice was shaky and his words flowed rapidly as he responded, hoping nothing would stop or slow her again. "I thought about how completely fucking hot you were. Your perfect ass, those breasts, how you were almost impossibly tight …I thought about how you moaned in my ear and scratched the hell out of me when you came…oh fuck….and how completely you surrendered to the moment like there was nothing else in the world."
She smiled seductively at him, pleased at his admission and honesty and started the pace that she knew would bring him the release he so thoroughly deserved. He let go of one hip now that she was willingly moving without any help from him and touched her clit softly, knowing she was probably dangerously close to over stimulated. She was moaning softly, occasionally whispering his name, which she knew made him crazy.
She was very close and looked down at him, grazing her fingernails along his chest and whispered, "Do you have any idea how many times I fantasized about you? How often I thought of you while I squirmed against my vibrator, or thought of your tongue while I got myself off in the tub. And that one time, when you had me so completely turned on that I got myself off right there in my office…"
With that, they both exploded, almost perfectly simultaneous orgasms. She rode him hard as he felt every synapse in his brain firing, every nerve short circuiting in response to his climax. She collapsed on top of him as he held her as closely as possible, "Holy hell Cuddy!" he said, as soon as he was able, "were you serious or just trying to get me off?"
"I was completely serious; I fantasized about you all of the time."
He laughed, "I meant, did you get yourself off in your own office, actually thinking about me, the bane of your existence?"
"I'm not saying anything else"
"Oh come on, I need to know!"
She laughed, running her hands up and down his sides, "Well, now I've given you something else to fantasize about, so does it matter if it's real?"
"Yes!" he said, rolling her over and partially laying over her. "Come on. Tell me!"
"I think I'm actually winning one of our silly little games, why should I disclose any more when I have you just where I want you."
"I have you half way to your all-time high, and I have several hours left. I think I'm winning that game."
"Sure that game, but I'm winning the other game…and I kinda like it. Let's be honest, you usually win these types of games."
He smiled, "I like winning. I also like food!" he got out of bed as quickly as he could. She liked watching him limping around, naked after sex, so exposed and vulnerable and so incredibly sexy. He grabbed the menus and tossed them on the bed. "Pick something…something tasty! I have to pee!" She tilted her head to watch his ass as he left the room.