Hello, fellow fans who are done with House, M.D. If you're not, I respect your opinion and admire your optimism! Since I cannot watch a show where House has turned into someone capable of domestic violence (it was domestic violence, no room for argument there, no matter which way you angle it and no rationalizations can redeem House as a character for me now IMHO, and remember THE COP IN THE TEASER WHO SAID IT WAS DOMESTIC VIOLENCE), I thought I would get some fanfic stories out there, since, you know, the House I saw in the finale, well, there are no words.

So, here's a fic about the intense physical passion we never saw on screen. The tenderness of 'Now What' was achingly beautiful, but I was always a bit huh? about them always talking about their physical passion for each other while the show was careful to avoid showing much more than short kisses and a tender gesture here and there. Hey, don't get me wrong, I thought those moments were understated and beautiful, too, but, since House has apparently gone insane and gone off to a tropical island to smile about unforgivably traumatizing someone, I can write about House in fanficland doing things that in reality he may physically be unable to do, right? Many apologies for the rant, but, I know there must be some people who agree with me! So, here it is, something that may have happened between House and Cuddy.

BTW, I am not a "Huddy" shipper in the strict sense. I watched the show since day 1 and I was just frustrated at the lack of depth in exploring their relationship in S7. I wouldn't have minded if they broke up, as long as it was in line with their obviously deep feelings for each other and long, long, history with each other. That did not happen, IMHO.

This story is a snapshot of House and Cuddy after they have broken up (not over one pill) but who still can't stay away from each other because, well, they have too much history, love, angst, issues to have a clean breakup in one go.

Hope you enjoy.

[House's bed]

"Do you want me to stop?" House asked as he kissed the hollow in Cuddy's neck and cupped her breasts in his hands. Cuddy sighed as her breath turned shallow. House skated his left hand down her stomach and felt her wetness while continuing to kiss the hollow in her neck. He ran his right thumb across her nipple. Cuddy started breathing more heavily and found herself arching her neck back, feeling her core throb. She had just climaxed from House's other ministrations a short while ago, so she was still feeling sensitive.

"House..." Cuddy said in between heavy breaths.

"Tell me you want me to stop," House said, continuing to caress her with his hands while bringing his mouth to the juncture between her ear and her neck.

Cuddy took in a deep breath, pausing for a moment.

"No," she breathed.

House nibbled on her ear.

Then, House slowly turned Cuddy in his arms until she was on her hands and knees. He placed his hands on her hips, gripping them, and thrust forward while pulling her hips back into his pelvis. They both cried out softly, he, from finally being inside her and she, from being penetrated while she was still sensitive from her last orgasm. House felt himself throb inside Cuddy for a moment and then started to thrust into her deeply, pulling her hips back into him with every thrust. He gradually brought his right arm away from her hip and started to stroke her clit. Cuddy was in ecstasy, but, having been sensitive from her orgasm a short while ago, she began to feel herself tighten again way too soon.

"House,..." Cuddy warned while she closed her eyes and lifted her head higher. House felt Cuddy tense and heard the warning tone in her voice, which had been uttered between a series of soft moans. He took his hand away from her sensitive clit. Instead, he placed his right hand higher on her body so that he cupped her breasts, and he snaked his left arm around Cuddy's narrow waist, securing her body as close to him as possible. He thrust into her in this position, keeping his left arm braced around her, while his right hand cupped and fondled her breasts. Cuddy felt herself throb along with House's rhythm, feeling him deep inside her. "Stay with me, Cuddy," House whispered, as he thrust into her again and again. Cuddy let out a soft cry as she arched her neck back and rocked along to House's rhythm while trying to stave off her orgasm. He felt so good inside her, and she could feel her inner muscles squeezing him every time he thrust.

House gradually started breathing as heavily as she was, and the knowledge that he was finally close made her tighten until she was sure she couldn't hold off her orgasm any longer. House felt her start to clench around him, and he brought his right hand around along with his left so that he was gripping her hips once again. He kept up the rhythm he had set before but started to pound into Cuddy so hard that the sound of their skin slapping against each other mixed in with their growing moans. It wasn't long before Cuddy felt herself clenching around House so hard that she screamed, her arms involuntarily buckling a little. This caused her hips to rise higher in an arch, and House pounded into her with growing intensity until he couldn't take the feel of her tight grip around him any longer. After a few more strokes, he cried out loudly, holding her hips against his as he came over and over again inside her.

House and Cuddy stayed frozen in that position for a while, gulping in air while trying to catch their breaths. House eventually adjusted both their bodies so that he lay sprawled lightly on top of her, his face resting in the groove between her shoulder blades. He ran his stubble over the smooth skin there, all the while placing feathery light kisses and tasting her skin with the lightest licks of his tongue. "Stay," he said.