Here we are, House and Cuddy, on honeymoon. Sorry for the delay, but I finally got my new laptop after weeks of agonizing over which one to get. So now I can write my little heart out. :)

HuntingPeace: There will be cameos by Wilson and Lo, I believe, but this story has, at the moment, taken a very weird turn in my mind, so if the good folks at PPTH show up, it might be in a very unconventional way. I'm still working out those details.

MetaphoricLove: I don't think I can go down the baby road again, though I will not say never. In the meantime, I will try to upload End of the Family Line here, only I will first have to find it. It wasn't on my flash drive with my other stories. Hopefully it's on my home computer. That deals with House and Cuddy having a baby and is the prequel to The Life and Times of Lizzie House.

But enough chit chat. The House's have been dying to get their honeymoon started so...here goes.

-1-

"Mile high, mile high, mile high." House had been chanting it since they boarded the private jet to their secret honeymoon destination.

"Not gonna happen." Cuddy had said it a hundred different ways by now, but none of them had seemed to get through to him.

"We're never going to get another chance like this." House looked around at the plush leather couches and fine painted walls. "There's no one else here but us…"

"And the pilot," Cuddy interjected.

"Who's busy flying the plane."

"And the stewardess," Cuddy tried again.

"Who I'm sure has explicit instructions not to bother us." He knew this because he had given her explicit instructions not to bother them, as well as a hundred dollar bill to ensure her compliance.

"I am not having sex on a plane." Cuddy protested although the idea did turn her on just a bit. And House was right, they would never get a better opportunity.

"Your loss." House tried his best to sound nonchalant.

"I think I can live with it." She called his bluff.

"Oh, come on." He whined, "I gave you're your wedding, the least you can do is give me a blow job?" He sounded more hopeful than he felt.

"You gave me my wedding? Are you implying that I didn't have to drag you through every step of it kicking and screaming?"

"I implied no such thing. I inferred that I could have called the whole thing off, just to spite you, but I didn't…"

"Because you love me." She wasn't going to let him make up some other reason.

"And because you love me, you're going to have sex with me, right here on this leather couch." He started taking off his shirt.

"What are you doing?" It wasn't a real question.

"Making it harder for you to say no." That was the truth. If he could get them naked enough, there was no way she could turn him down. It had gotten him out of a lot of trouble since he figured it out.

"You think that seeing you naked is going to make me go all weak in the knees and surrender to your sexual advances?" It would, but only if she wanted it to. House thought he had figured out a way to manipulate her, and it seemed useful to let him keep thinking that, but if she really wanted to say no, no amount of seduction would change her mind.

"I know it will." He slipped his pants off, not actually getting up from the couch, but doing this little quick lift and shimmy maneuver he had perfected in his years of laziness.

"Oh, am I supposed to be all hot and bothered right now?" she teased.

"Don't toy with me woman." House was down to his skivvies and there was no way he was turning back now.

"Would I toy with you?" she was unbuttoning her blouse.

"All the time," he said, watching excitedly.

"You poor, poor man," she teased, sliding the shirt down her arms.

"Yes, poor me. Now do something to make it better."

"But what could I possibly do?" she tossed the shirt onto his lap.

House grinned." I can make a few suggestions."

"I'm sure you could," she laughed as she pulled the tight black pants down her hips slowly. "But I've got it covered."

"Well, uncover it already!" he exclaimed.

"I will," she bent over and pulled the pants off, dropping them in a pile beside her. "But first, sit back, relax, and please put your tray table is in the upright position. "

His tray table was well on its way up.

Cuddy shoved him back against the couch and straddled him expertly. "You might want to fasten your seatbelt. It's going to be a bumpy ride."

House grinned giddily. "You are the best wife ever," he proclaimed as she began to kiss his chest.

She stopped what she was doing and looked him straight in the eyes. "I am never going to forget you said that."

"Yeah yeah," he said irritably. "Just don't stop what you were doing." Couldn't she work and talk at the same time? He thought women were good at multitasking.

"Whatever you say dear." She slipped her hand between their two bodies.

"Really?" He could think of a lot of things…

"No." She shook her head teasingly as she caressed his hot shaft.

"Okay." He wasn't about to argue with her, not when she was slipping a finger beneath his balls like that. "Oh!"

She smiled. She loved watching his expression change as she manipulated him. He tried so hard to look like he was in control, but she could see him cracking, first it was the mouth, which he had to leave open as his breath grew heavy, then it was in his eyes that glazed over as she expertly stroked him, then, when his skin started to take on that gentile sheen of sweat, that's when she knew he was putty in her hands.

She could feel him trying to hold back. He hated giving up control. But so did she. "You look a little flushed, maybe I should stop."

"If you stop now, I will kill you." He grabbed her hips and pulled her against him. Her hand was trapped between their two bodies, so she did the only thing she could do. She carefully pushed aside the small triangle of fabric preventing his penetration and pulled his cock deep inside her.

"OH YES!" He moaned, feeling her warmth surround him.

"God you're easy," she exclaimed as she moved around on top of him.

"Yeah, like you're the poster child for self control." He loved it when they talked while making love. He loved the sound of her voice. There was something so sexy about the throaty, raspy quality it sometimes had. She could easily have been a phone sex operator if she'd wanted. He would have been her best client.

"I'm not as bad as you." Everything was a competition with them. Hopefully it always would be. They both thrived on it.

"No, you're worse." House felt the edge of her panties rubbing against his cock. It was irritating beyond belief. "Oh, would you take those things off!" He was finding it hard to really appreciate what was going on between them.

"No," Cuddy said quickly. She knew it was driving him nuts, and thought of it as payback for all the times he drove her nuts.

"You've left me no choice." House grabbed the scant bit of fabric and pulled. He heard a few seams crack, but nothing happened. "Damn!" he proclaimed as Cuddy laughed between bitten lips. House tugged again. He was going to get the damned things off if it killed him.

Cuddy felt them tugging across her backside. "Stop it!" She pushed his hands away. "You win, I'll take them off." She pulled away from him.

"What? What was that you said?" House was grinning from ear to ear.

"I said I'd take them off." She was already on her feet, sliding them down her long, lean, slightly wobbly legs.

"No, before that. You said something…I can't quite recall…"

"I said stop it." She knew exactly what he expected her to say and she had no desire to say it again.

"Nope, that wasn't it either." He waited.

"Do you want to talk about what I said, or do you want to have sex?" To help him make up his mind, she flung one leg around him carefully, pressing her naked body against his.

"I'll take the sex please," he said oh so politely. He might be a stubborn man but he was not stupid. Sex was way better than being right.

As the plane made its way down the Atlantic coastline, House made his way down Cuddy's body. First exploring the twin mountains of her breasts, his fingers dancing across her peaks before heading down into the valley of her flat stomach, gliding effortlessly over her skin as though he'd made this trek a thousand times. Then he slipped deep into the dark canyon between her legs.

She responded to his touch, arching her back at times, kissing his neck at other times, her own hands sliding along his strong chest, wrapping around his thick waist and pulling him against her.

If asked, neither of them could have said how they ended up on the floor. Both were too wrapped up in each other to notice the fall, but it was House's head pressing against the couch they had started on that brought them back from their shared voyage of pleasure.

"Ouch! Not so hard." House put a hand up to protect his head from the rhythmic pounding it was getting.

Cuddy was done anyway, so she carefully slid off him and put her own hand over his. "Did I hurt you?" She said, kissing his head gently.

"A little," House decided to milk the sympathy and see how far he'd get.

Cuddy kissed his head again, like a mother kissing her bruised baby boy.

"Now the other one." House smiled and looked down at his other head. It, too, was feeling sore, though for an entirely different reason, and was in need of some TLC.

Cuddy obediently went down on him, kissing the very tip of his excited penis, then working her way slowly up its impressive length. Small, soft kisses against his hot flesh.

House felt the pressure building in his ears. "It feels like we're about to land," he said. He regretted it as soon as her head shot up and looked around. "Why'd you stop?"

"The stewardess!" Cuddy scrambled to her feet and hastily started to dress.

"She'll just have to wait her turn." House tried to take her hand, and get back to business, but she pulled back.

"Get up House. She'll be coming to collect our glasses and prepare us for the landing." She pulled on him, but he didn't budge.

House didn't move. He was quite comfortably sprawled out on the floor, naked except for his socks and a smile.

"At least get some clothes on." Cuddy threw his shirt at his head while she wrestled to get his jeans over his long legs.

"What about my underwear?"

"No time." Cuddy grabbed the boxers and shoved them in her purse. "Put your shirt on!"

As predicted, a few moments later there was a knock at the door. Fortunately they were both dressed now. The flight attendant, Trina, carefully opened the door. "…" she was about to speak when she saw House laying across the cabin floor. "Sir? Are you alright?" She rushed to his side.

"He's fine." Cuddy sighed.

"Can you believe I married this callous bitch," House snapped, accepting the pretty young woman's help. He let her pull him to his feet, offering little in the way of help. Part of him was hoping she couldn't lift his weight and would go toppling on top of him, then Cuddy would jump her in a jealous rage, and he would get to watch them fighting over him, but that didn't happen and he was soon on his feet. "She only married me for my money you know."

"What money?" Cuddy laughed.

"My insurance policy," House replied, his eye flicking back to the bewildered flight attendant in amusement. "Don't think I don't know about it. Hornstock tells me everything."

Cuddy was going to stop the little charade, but House was having such a good time with it, and if truth be known, so was she. "Did he also tell you we're sleeping together?"

"He mentioned something about you dissatisfying him, so I just assumed…" House shrugged.

"You're confusing me with your hand again dear." Cuddy smiled triumphantly. "Poor old man, he's a little senile you know." She looped her finger around her ear as one does when describing a crazy person. Trina wasn't sure what to think.

"We'll be landing shortly. You both need to sit down and fasten your seatbelts."

"Do I need to put my tray table in the upright position?" House asked suggestively.

"You could, but I don't think anyone would notice," Cuddy replied quickly. She was trying hard not to laugh, as was he.

"You don't have a tray table, sir." Trina was starting to believe he was a little mentally unstable. She scurried out of the cabin, leaving them to fend for themselves.

Cuddy couldn't help but laugh at the unintentional burn. House tried to ignore her as he struggled with his seatbelt.

"Oh, let me do that," cuddy pushed his hands away and buckled his belt quickly.

A few minutes later they felt the plane touch down. It was a surprisingly smooth transition from air to land. House looked out his window for his first glance at paradise, but all he saw was a whole lot of nothing surrounded by a whole lot of water.

"This trip better be refundable," he said, looking out on the flat, barren island.

"House, we didn't pay for it." Cuddy craned her head over his shoulder to see where they were.

The captain's voice explained things to them over the loud speaker. "We have just landed on The Midway. Lester Gooms will be waiting to take you to Isola." It wasn't much of an explanation, but House was relieved to discover that this wasn't their final destination.

What it was, they discovered, was a small, barren island used solely as a landing point for Damien Wilde's private jet.

"Exactly how much money does your boyfriend have?" House asked as he followed Cuddy off the plane.

"He's not my boyfriend House. And I don't know." She was wondering the same thing as they looked around at Damien's private plane parking lot.

House stopped and looked at a row of airplanes. His jaw hung down as he ticked off each model. "He's got an XP-81."

"A what?" Cuddy stopped and followed his eye line.

"An XP-81. And look, a P51 Mustang and an SE5." House hadn't learned much from his father, but he certainly knew his military vehicles, and planes had always been his favorite, not that he'd ever admit that to John House.

"I'm going to assume you're talking about airplanes and move on." Cuddy headed toward the lone man standing near a small dock at the end of the runway.

House had always dreamed of going up in a biplane like the SE5. He imagined himself fighting the Red Baron in the skies over Europe. Soaring through the clouds, doing loops in the air. He wondered if Damien would let him go up in one.

"Are you coming?" Cuddy was anxious to get to their final destination. She had worked up a bit of an appetite on the plane, and wanted to freshen up a bit as well.

House shook his head as he hobbled down the pavement. Maybe he could trade his nagging wife in for that Fokker EV. His eyes followed the WWI biplane as he walked past.

Lester Gooms turned out to be a haggard old seadog. The kind of man one would find in one of Stephen Kings quaint but disturbing New England coastal towns.

"Follow me," he said gruffly, obviously not thrilled to see them. "We've been expecting you."

"We?" Cuddy took House's hand, mostly to keep him from wondering off.

"Isn't that what the creepy evil sidekick says to the poor unsuspecting couple just before they get hacked to pieces by the crazy guy living in the old rundown shack?"

"I don't see a rundown shack House. I think we're safe." Cuddy helped him out of the boat carefully.

"What about that?" House pointed to an old shed.

"Oh, shut up House."

The boat was fast and flashy and did not at all fit the persona of Lester Gooms. Clearly he had been instructed to pick them up in it. He was clearly not instructed to tell them anything, because he didn't speak for the short trip to their new, temporary home.

"How many people will be on the island with us?" Cuddy asked, attempting to get some information out of him.

Gooms focused on the sea.

Cuddy took the hint and didn't ask further questions, realizing she should have gotten more details from Damien when he first offered the use of his island.

"We're here," Gooms announced. His unspoken message was 'get out', which they readily did.

"He was pleasant," House said as they watched the boat head back out to sea.

"That's exactly what I said about you when we first met."

"Was it really?"

Cuddy giggled a little. "No."

"What was the first thing you thought about me when we first met?" House was too curious for his own good.

"You really want to know?" Cuddy was trying to decide if she really wanted to tell him.

"Yes." House looked her in the eye. He really did want to know.

"I told you. I thought I wanted to marry you someday." She blushed.

"But that's not the first thing you thought. That's not a gut reaction. That takes deduction. What was your first reaction, your very first thought?"

"I don't remember," she lied.

House looked at her face, she was trying too hard to look him in the eye. "You're lying. You do remember. Tell me." He wasn't going to let this drop.

"No." She tried walking away but he stopped her.

"Tell me."

"No." She tried to go the other way, but he stopped her.

"I'll push you into the water if you don't tell me." He would too.

"I thought you were a jerk." And she was kind of thinking it again now.

"Ha!" Unlike most men, House took this as good news. "I knew it."

"You knew what?"

"I told Bobby Spencer you only slept with me out of pity."

"I only slept with you because I was drunk." She realized what he'd said. "You told Bobby Spencer I slept with you?"

"Wanna here what I thought when I first saw you?" House quickly moved on.

"Not really." Cuddy hesitated to think what he could possibly say.

"I thought, 'that's the girl I'm going to marry some day'." House grinned, so pleased with himself until Cuddy shoved him and he nearly fell off the pier.

"You must be Mr. and Mrs. House," a female voice caught their attention. "I am Quintessa Parilla. I will be taking care of you while you are here."

"Well, I need a bathroom." House was his usual blunt self.

Quintessa smiled politely. Damien had warned her about Dr. House. "Right this way Dr. House." She turned and led them up a slight, cobbled hill. "Mr. Wilde has told us this is your honeymoon. You are not to be disturbed. You will not even know we are here."

"Who else is here?" Cuddy asked.

"There is Chef St. Pierre," Quintessa stopped and turned to face them both. "He is a handful, that one. I will try to keep him away from you." She turned again and headed up the steps of a great stone house. "And of course me and my daughter. That is it."

House watched the tall, striking woman as she opened the large wooden doors and led them inside. She was just slightly younger than him, and very beautiful. He wondered what she was doing playing housekeeper on a deserted island when she could be living a life of luxury as the mistress to some oil tycoon or billionaire businessman.

"You should have seen the state of this place before Mr. Wilde bought it. It was near ruins. Dam…Mr. Wilde restored the main house and the old pier and built the little oasis you are going to be staying in."

House hadn't missed the little name slip and an image of Damien coming here to play house entered his mind. Perhaps Quintessa was billionaire Damien's mistress. "Does he come here often?" House's curiosity was roused again.

"He comes when he comes." Quintessa didn't sound like a pining mistress waiting for her man to sail ashore. "Mr. Wilde is a hard man to keep track of. Now, the toilet is that way." She pointed down an open hallway bordered on one side by a beautiful courtyard. "We will wait here for you. Unless you…"

"I'm fine." Cuddy was much too busy looking around to stop and use the restroom. "Do you live here Ms. Parilla?"

"Call me Quintessa. No I do not live here. But I come to visit whenever I like. Mr. Wilde has been a very generous man." Cuddy smiled. "You must be very special to him, Dr. House."

Cuddy winced. "Call me Lisa." It was going to take a long time before she was comfortable being called Dr. House.

"Well, Lisa, if you do not fall in love with this place by the end of the week, I will think something is very wrong with you."

"Something is very wrong with her," House said, coming back from the bathroom. "She married me."

"Nobodies perfect." Cuddy wrapped her arms around House as he stood close beside her.

"You're proof of that," he replied, giving her a squeeze.

"I will show you to where you will be staying," Quintessa said, looking up toward the darkening sky.

House and Cuddy followed Quintessa down a compacted dirt path. It was crude, but well kept. House's suitcase tipped over a number of times and he interrupted into a stream of obscenities that grew exponentially with each crash.

"I can take that for you." Quintessa looked at him with thinly veiled annoyance.

House ignored her, beating his suitcase into submission with a well placed kick.

"We are almost there," Quintessa informed them as they began to make their way across a rather hazardous looking suspension bridge. "This is the only way to get too and from the Oasis, so you will be quite private."

Cuddy looked over the side of the high bridge and didn't much like the view. It was a long way down to the river below.

"That's quite a drop," House said, making her nervous by leaning over her head.

"Yes, it is." Quintessa hurried them across. She wasn't all that fond of the bridge herself. "But this is the only way across the river."

"Couldn't Damien build a new bridge?" With all that man's money House found it odd that he wouldn't build a new one.

"This is a new bridge Dr. House. Mr. Wilde had it built specially. He assures me it is perfectly safe, but I still do not like to cross it that much." Quintessa was quite happy to be back on solid ground, and waited for the two travelers to join her.

"I don't blame you." House was so happy to be on solid ground again he nearly bent over to kiss it. "Damien should sue the builders. That bridge is a menace."

"Mr. Wilde ordered it to look like this. He feels that it suits the island." Quintessa rolled her eyes. Damien was a nice guy, sweet, generous, a great lover, but he had some strange little quirks.

"Well it doesn't suit me," House announced, like anyone cared.

Quintessa laughed. "Me either, Dr. House." She picked up the pace now that they were once again on solid ground.

"Where are we going anyway?" House was huffing and puffing trying to keep up.

Cuddy put a hand on her back and groaned. "Quintessa, do you mind if we stop for a moment?" House knew she was faking and gave her a grateful smile.

"Of course, Mrs…Lisa. I did not mean to rush you. I only want to get back over the bridge before nightfall."

"Oh, man up Cuddy." House said with false bravado, avoiding her eye. "We'll just go a little slower, so you can keep up." He turned and began to follow Quintessa.

Cuddy growled under her breath but said nothing.

"Well, Mr. Wilde calls it Pirate's Cove, because it used to be a hide out spot for the most fearsome pirates in all of the Caribbean. But I think that is a horrible name for such a beautiful spot." She turned through an opening in the thick bush. "I think he should rename it, call it The Oasis," she said the name with a flourish. "But you see for yourself, and you tell me which name you think is best."

House and Cuddy followed her through the gate they hadn't even known was there and entered a good sized clearing. It wasn't large, maybe a couple acres, but almost all of it was beach front. There was a small grass hut a few feet from the shore, a hammock hanging between two trees, a large fire pit, a small canoe and several variety of fruit filled trees all on the softest, finest white sand they had ever seen.

At the far end of the beach, there was a path. "That leads to a private lagoon. It's where they say the treasures are buried." She stopped and pointed to a thatched roof villa. "And this is your new home."

It was exquisite. The walls consisted mostly of open air. Large windows from floor to ceiling were all open and letting in a beautiful ocean breeze. The villa was one big room, with tall pillars separating the sleeping space from the living space and dining veranda. The kitchen was against a solid wall marking the far end of the villa. Behind it was the fully enclosed bathroom. It was clearly a house meant for two.

House watched as Quintessa flitted around like lady of the manor, checking that everything was perfect. She looked so comfortable in her surroundings that House wondered how many nights she had spent there with the lord of the manor.

"Pierre has prepared a meal for you. I am sure you are most hungry." Cuddy nodded in affirmation. "Then I will let you alone to eat." She handed House a small remote control. "This controls everything in the villa. It is all labeled. If you need anything, you press this button and it will call the Great House."

"Thank you Quintessa." Cuddy was anxious to get rid of the woman and sit down to dinner.

With their hostess gone, House pulled out Cuddy's chair then sat beside her. Both their chairs faced the beach. House thought that was a nice touch.

"This salmon is perfect." It wasn't necessarily House's favorite meal, but it was Cuddy's, and he wasn't surprised to see that Damien had catered more toward her favorites than his. Still he was done before her and eyed her plate hungrily.

"If you touch my food, I will hurt you." Cuddy was serious. She was starving and this was the best grilled salmon she'd ever tasted.

"Well hurry up then. I want to take a look around before dark." House hated sleeping in an unfamiliar place. Who knows what could be roaming around out there?

House began tapping his cane on the hard tile floor impatiently. The more he tapped, the slower Cuddy ate.

"Are you done yet?" He sounded like the wait was killing him.

Cuddy gave it a nice long thought. There wasn't much left on her plate, but every bite of it had been Heaven, and she wasn't about to let a piece of Heaven go to waste. "No." She took another bite.

"Oh, for the love of god would you eat faster!" House grabbed the fork out of her hand and shoveled a big hunk of fish onto it. He then pushed the fork at her closed mouth. "Open, or you'll be wearing this."

She opened her mouth, knowing full well he would go through with his threat. She was surprised when he very gently slid the fork into her mouth. She had been bracing for the worst.

"Now, let's go." House got up and held out his hand.

"Fine, but I've got to do one more thing first." She vanished into the bathroom and came out a couple minutes later to find House fiddling with the remote.

"We have got to get one of these." He had turned the lights down, put on some soft music, lit a fire in the stone fireplace and drawn down some of the walls that doubled as shades.

"We're not getting one House." Cuddy took it from him and put it on the counter.

"You never let me have anything good," House pouted.

"Really? I never let you have anything good?" She had placed herself in his arms, sliding them gently around her waist. Then she got up on her toes and kissed him just to the side of his mouth. He loved when she did that.

"You can let me have something good after we look around." He really wanted to look around. The sun was going to set soon and there wasn't much time. There was plenty of time, however, for something good later on.

"I don't think so." She kissed his neck gently.

"Why not?" He gulped, knowing he was about to lose this fight.

"I don't want you to get worn out." She smiled and pulled away, her hand holding his as she walked him toward the bed.