Ch 2: Night Moves
Cuddy breathed in the scent of House as they stumbled back and crashed onto the bed. She was worried that his leg wouldn't be able to take that kind of abuse, but if he was hurting, she didn't see it. Instead she saw the fire in his eyes, lust for her burning his very soul. She felt the intense sensations of him caressing her body, tweaking her nipples through the thin cloth and perusing the contours of her body as he lapped hungrily at her mouth.
She tasted of ambrosia and smelled like Juniper, making him feel like he was making love to a goddess. Her body certainly did nothing to quell those arguments and as he pulled her shirt from her body and took in the sight of her barely contained breasts he realized that he was staring into the face of his heaven. He muttered sweet nothings into the crook of her neck as she worked on disrobing him and his body heat continued to rise.
They fumbled with, pulled, and even tore a bit of their clothing in their haste to feel the expanse of the other against their naked body. When he finally slipped the thong down her legs and over her feet, discarding it somewhere in the corner of his bedroom, he covered her body with his own, claiming her mouth once again as his alone. Cuddy wrapped her arms around him, hoping he would never let her go and their tongues battled fiercely.
Cuddy was somewhat disappointed when House broke their kiss, but the feeling didn't last long when she felt his lips and tongue on her neck. Of course he was marking her. He was a little insecure after having so many failed attempts at relationships. She didn't mind in the slightest, however. Secretly she had always enjoyed men bruising the soft flesh of her throat; it made her feel as though they were warning off others who would dare to come near her. She wanted to belong to somebody.
House's mouth was moving slowly down her body, she realized; his tongue drawing hot patterns on her skin. He was at her breasts, nipping and sucking, toying with one while he caressed the other. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts up into his waiting mouth. He accepted her offering and rewarded her greatly; giving her pleasures she hadn't had in a long time. His name slipped from her lips like a prayer and he paused in his ministrations. He kissed her gently, using one hand to position himself at her entrance. She looked into his sharp blue eyes with her deep ones and took in his every feature as he slid inside her.
Their lovemaking was slow at first, loving she dared to tell herself. The pace was slow and easy, House using his weaker leg simply to steady himself as the other held up the entire weight of his body. Cuddy enjoyed the waves of sensation washing over her being, but soon the gentleness wasn't enough. She wanted all of him inside of her. She had been waiting for something like this to happen between them for years and had dared get her hopes up the previous night.
Cuddy gripped his hips and used her weight as leverage to flip them over. House was a little surprised, but pleasantly as she waited for him to adjust his leg to the new position. She sank down on him slowly, but immediately picked up the pace. He held her waist as she rode him, harder and harder until she exploded into orgasm around him, pulling him over the edge with her. She faintly heard her name on his lips, but was too busy riding out the feelings that shook her very core to take in the implications of such an occurrence.
When she finally caught her breath and found her bearings she moved away from him for a moment, then lay beside him, draped over half of his body. As she snuggled up to him beneath the comforter she felt true happiness for the first time in a long time. 'I think I love him,' she realized before drifting into the unconsciousness that played out her dreams.
House watched her sleep for a while before settling down himself. He hadn't expected to become so instantly committed to her, but he knew that if he even mentioned it to Wilson he wouldn't be able to stop the wedding plans that would surely emerge instantaneously. He wanted to be able to enjoy the fullness of a relationship with the woman in his arms before bringing it to light. He still hadn't become fully comfortable with it. All he had known when he had asked her to eat dinner with him was that he felt something with her and had to pursue it. Now he knew that he could never let her go.
