Half full wine glass in hand, Cuddy padded barefoot from her bedroom back in to the dining room, glad to be showered and changed in to a tank top and shorts for bed. Marina had put Rachel to bed before Cuddy had even returned from Go-Karting. The nanny was surprised to see her home so soon, and she had had to explain that the dinner she and House had planned on sharing with Wilson and Sam had been postponed. Indefinitely, she hoped, but she kept that thought to herself.
Laptop open on the dining table, Cuddy returned to her seat in front of it, staring at the open report, but seeing absolutely nothing. She was too pissed off. And the fact that she was pissed off at herself just made it all the worse. She shouldn't have over reacted at House the way she did. Thinking back to how proud and child like he looked for having defended her honour, and the glare she had shot his way in return, had her groaning and dropping her head in to her hand.
Draining the rest of her wine in one long slug Cuddy reached for her Blackberry just as she heard the unmistakable roar of House's arrival. She froze for a beat. They weren't seeing each other tonight. And if they were, it would most certainly have been at House's place. Was this good or bad? Moving quickly from her seat she headed for the front door and opened it in time to see him dismount his bike and limp towards her. Cane in his left hand and rucksack in the other. Her stomach lurched ever so slightly as she watched his face for some kind of sign, but he gave nothing away until he was immediately in front of her. His eyes travelled up her bare legs and over her bedtime ensemble, a definite leer on his face by the time he reached her chest.
"Do you really think it's wise to answer the door dressed like that, Cuddy?" His eyes were sparkling as they met hers, and she smiled up at him even as her eyes looked heavenward, "I knew it was you. That crotch rocket doesn't exactly make for a surprise entrance." House grinned as he stepped in to her foyer and closed the door behind him, "No," his eyes widened dramatically, "But it does make for a very cool one."
Cuddy laughed throatily as she turned back towards the dining room, House following behind her. She sat down at her chair again, preparing to shut down her computer, when she heard House drop his rucksack at his feet and hook his cane on the back of her chair, his hand then finding her left shoulder and massaging softly. Cuddy closed her eyes briefly and leaned in to his touch. A tender kiss was placed on the side of her neck, then, "I brought you a heat pack for your shoulder," was muttered gently against her ear. Opening her eyes again, she turned towards him, his hand leaving her shoulder and returning to his full height as he watched her, warily she noted with some sadness.
"I'm really sorry, House." This had clearly caught him off guard. He tilted his head and cautiously responded, "For what?"
"For snapping at you. It wasn't your fault Sam crashed in to me," she watched as he nodded and the corners of her lips turned up slightly as she continued, "And I did appreciate you avenging me."
The corners of House's lips turned up to match Cuddy's, and he gently reached out to smooth his thumb across her cheek, "I wasn't mad, Cuddy. You were in pain," he shrugged a shoulder, "I've heard that people can be pretty mean when they're in pain."
Cuddy let out a gentle laugh as she rose from her seat, one hand coming to rest on his warm chest as she gazed up at him through her lashes, "Thank you." He nodded, a slight smile remaining on his lips and he reached out to tuck a stray curl behind her ear, his other hand coming up to cup her cheek as he leaned in to press his mouth gently against her own. Cuddy rested her hands on his waist as she parted her lips. The hand cupping her cheek slipped back and into her hair, tilting her head to his satisfaction and kissing her languorously.
Feeling like she had lost all track of time, Cuddy guessed quite a few minutes must have past given her need for air. Pulling back slightly, both panting softly, foreheads resting together. House's hands were travelling slowly down her back and he squeezed her ass a little desperately when he reached it, pulling her flush against him,"Y'know, watching you metaphorically kicking Sam's ass was pretty hot. At least until she psychoed out anyway." Her arms were around his neck now, fingers running teasingly through the hairs at his nape, their mouths less than an inch apart, "I really hate that woman." House groaned appreciatively and his breath was hot against her parted her lips as he asked, "Is Rachel asleep?"
He barely gave her the chance to nod before his mouth captured hers and his tongue was stroking against her own. She whimpered as he walked her backwards and her ass hit the dining table, giving him the opportunity to grind his erection against her. Their mouths never separating, Cuddy pushed his jacket off his shoulders, registering it's dull thud as it hit the ground. His t-shirt followed and before she had his belt undone Cuddy found her shorts pulled down and his hands around her thighs as he lifted her to sit on the table. Their eyes met as Cuddy reached out to finish undoing his belt and his gaze followed her hand, watching as she won that battle and moved on to the fly of his jeans. She watched his bare chest rise and fall frantically, his excitement rising as his jeans fell to the floor and he watched her use one finger to pull the waistband of his boxers back and then down, her other hand finding his cock and squeezing gently before pumping up and down slowly.
House's eyes snapped closed and his head fell backwards, a low growl escaping him. Cuddy watched him with fascination. She really thought there was nothing sexier than seeing House this turned on. Her hand sped up slightly before House stopped her, his breathing heavy, "Be a pretty disappointing night if this ended in your hand." Cuddy grinned and ran her hands up his chest as he kicked away the jeans and boxers at his feet, stepping closer to her and pulling her hips forward to the very edge of the table. She felt like there wasn't even enough space for air to pass between them until she felt his hand move from her hip to her sex, finding her very wet and ready. As their eyes met she raised a challenging eyebrow and he couldn't help but grin as he pushed two fingers in to her and all the cockiness was wiped from her expression, her mouth falling open and a strained, "House," reaching his ears.
Even with her eyes closed she could feel his stare all over her face, taking in every minute detail and every slight reaction to his thrusting fingers. Her arms fell to the table behind her and she leaned back, eyes snapping open to the ceiling as he effortlessly found her G Spot and started to rub back and forth. She couldn't stop any of the moans that made it past her lips, and she just prayed that Rachel's room was far enough away that she wouldn't hear her mother being reduced to a quivering mess in the room they eat in.
The hand that had been gripping her hip travelled up under the tank top she was still wearing and across the length of her flat stomach. He caressed her chest, running his fingers all over her, back and forth, alternating between her neck, breasts and stomach. The added stimulation was enough to push her right to the edge, and when House's thumb pushed up and over her clit in one very sure stroke, she hurtled right off that proverbial cliff, her walls clamping down on House's fingers and her hips thrusting in absolutely no rhythm whatsoever in an effort to keep his fingers rubbing against her. House had continued his ministrations throughout her orgasm, prolonging it for her as long as he could, but when the aftershocks subsided and she was feeling a little bit sensitive, her hand curled around his wrist to let him know she was done.
Giving her a few minutes to recover, House bided his time nuzzling her neck, placing gentle kisses across the bare skin exposed to him. Cuddy's heavy hand soon found the back of his head and his eyes flicked up to meet her gaze. She smiled lazily at him and he pulled back, finding her shoulder blades with his hands and pulling her up towards him. His gentle fingers tickled her sides as he found the edge of her tank top and slowly slid it up her torso and over her head, dropping it behind her on to the table.
He placed two brief but tender kisses against her smiling mouth, "Well, if that didn't wake the kid, I think we're good to go." Her smile turned shy and she flicked her eyes away from his briefly before meeting them once again. When he leaned in again, she knew that his intention was to kiss any trace of modesty away. It worked.
She felt his hips shift and then the head of his cock was pressed against her entrance. He seemed to be waiting for her permission so without interrupting their kiss her hands found his ass and pulled him into her. He moaned loudly in to her mouth, before pulling back slightly and looking down to where they were joined. He pulled back a little and thrust forward again, this time gliding in to the hilt. His forehead came to rest on her shoulder and she knew he needed a few seconds to compose himself. She loved when he did that. Loved that he was so turned on by her that it almost overwhelmed him. Taking a steadying breath, House pulled back quickly, his hands frantically finding her hips, and telling her "I gotta move, Cuddy."
His pace was almost immediately frantic, but thanks to her first orgasm, it was working for her. It may not have been the fanciest sex they had ever had but neither of them were complaining. As House thrust in to her he pulled her hips forward to meet his on every stroke. It was fast, hard and sweaty and it was most definitely ensuring a second orgasm for her. Every groan that left him on a hot breath brought her closer and closer, and when he uttered, "Lise," with absolute adoration against her ear, her breath caught in her throat and she clung to his shoulders as she convulsed all around him. That was also the end for House and he followed right behind her, exploding in to her as her velvety walls milked him.
When they could both breathe at a reasonable rate again, House stepped back and sat himself heavily in the chair that Cuddy had previously occupied. She hopped off the table and picked up his discarded clothing, handing them to him as he rubbed his leg, "You okay?" House looked up at her, smirking at her state of undress, "Couple of Ibuprofen and I'll be good as nowhere near new." Her eyes were sad as she continued to watch him and he reached out a hand to take one of hers, "It was worth it, Cuddy. It always is." She nodded then, accepted what he was telling her and reached across the table for her tank top.
Both dressed again, House picked up his cane and backpack and gestured towards the foyer with a flick of his head, "As much as I don't want this to seem like a screw and run, I should probably go."
She knew why he wasn't hanging around. They had never spent the night together at her place. She had a child to consider after all. He was giving them both the necessary time to get to sleep overs and breakfasts spent with a toddler. This was still the honeymoon phase; the trials and tribulations of reality could be held off a little longer, and they were both more than okay with that.
With one last lingering kiss House was gone and she cringed at the noise of his motorbike roaring to life as she turned off the lights and headed to bed. The neighbours were not going to be happy when they were spending nights here, that's for sure. Under the covers and more than ready to drift off to sleep, she suddenly remembered the question she had meant to ask him. Why the hell had he taken them Go-Karting in the first place?
AN: I actually had no intention of this being smutty, but there you have it.
Apologies for the delay between chapters. I wasn't sure I was going to continue then I was struck with a little burst of creativity and this was the fruits of my labour.
If you enjoyed the read, I'd love to hear from you.
