The heat from both, the sensation of their two bodies truly connecting. It was something neither could fathom. But something neither would regret, not now. Hot moment's of passion, forming drops of sweat and breaths so heavy; that it felt like a weights against their chest. Grasping of flesh and time, with kisses of salt and ecstacy. Everything moving in perfect harmony.
He held her as close as two bodies could ever allow. Desperate to hold her forever, showing in every trace of his hands. Soft lingering kisses relieved the love that still overwhelmed his heart. She couldn't deny the yearning she felt either, not even if she tried. She wasn't even sure if she wanted too. In this moment Lisa Cuddy, the woman and Gregory House, the man; did not exsist. But instead the shadow of one perfect being. A soul damaged and so perfectly put together, like a finished puzzle.
Neither remembered how they got to this point. It had been a few months since she walked out on him, taking nothing but memories and his heart. Breaking what was left of both their spirits, the most pain either have felt. The night had started with a chance encounter, and a lot of drinks. He pushed past his breaking point and then some. He laid over her, avoiding putting pressure. The sharp heat in his thigh screamed, but he ignored it.
Their eyes gazed into each other's, no words were spoken; no word's were needed. His thumbs brushed the ivory curls from face, wiping the aching liquid salt from her eyes. He kissed her gently, only a few times. His crystal blues finding her grey one's once again, saying everything that needed to be said in that moment. His heart broke seeing her ache show.
He placed a compassionate kiss on each eye, a tear escaping is own. She slowly ran her finger tips up and down his strong back. His forward leaned against hers, she hesitently raised her lips to his, the kiss was gentle at first but quickly grew. His long finger's tangled into her locks, hers holding onto the back of his shoulder's; onto her life line. One she thought was cut, for good. Part of her hoped for it anyway, but knew deep down that it never would be.
He whispered against her skin. "I know you regret us, and you'll defiantely regret this when the morning comes, but I love you." He held the next words in this throat for a moment. "I'm sorry, for everything."
She didn't know if she could choke out the next words, but it going to be said. "I never regreted you. You can't regret the best thing that ever happened to you."
The End
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