Chapter 2

A/N: Again, I'm trying to catch the mistakes but it might take me awhile, so again I'm sorry. Also, I know we've seen House's bath but for story purposes he has a separate shower with a bench. Note the rating change. I really tried to not have the typical "she cleaned his wounds post mirror smashing, but I am a fan of sanitary things. I plan on keeping going with this story, so this is not the end by any means.

House followed Cuddy into the bathroom and slowly surveyed the damage from his outburst from earlier. A mere few hours ago Cuddy had helped him clean up the glass after she mended his bloody wounds. He had wordlessly gathered his stash of pills from around the apartment. He grabbed the hidden bottles in the piano, a hollow cane, a book and the rest from behind the mirror and flushed them down the toilet. She had grabbed him then and kissed him like no one had ever kissed him, he was sure. He could taste her citrus gum as they lavished each other before slowly making there way into the bedroom. Somehow he mustered strength that he knew he'd never feel again and picked her up onto the bed and placed her in the middle. When she went to reach for him he pulled away, "No not yet. Let me see you please."

She just nodded with a smirk and lowered herself into his pillows. He slowly untied her scrub pants while kissing her slightly exposed collarbone. He pulled them down her body and allowed her to kick out of them. She toed her socks of her feet and felt them curling as he started to nibble at a spot behind her ear. She didn't know how, but he seemed to know all her favorite spots. It was House she had to remind herself, he knew everything about her. She opened her eyes and found him staring at her now exposed legs, as he wordlessly ran his hands up and down her things. He tugged softly at her scrub top and she lifted her arms to let him remove her top. He thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head.

"Wow.. Cuddy, you are.."

She didn't know how much longer she could last without kissing him again. "House, please come up here."

He smiled, and retreated up her body grabbing her face and forcing his tongue into her mouth and dominating her entire mouth. She let him have control before a large moan erupted from his mouth forcing him to lower his mouth down her body. He placed slow kisses down her bra-covered chest and down her stomach. He stopped right above her panty line before he lifted his head and admired her lacy blue undergarments. He mumbled, "How did you know?"

"How did I know what House?"

"That blue's my favorite color."

Her laugh made her body vibrate which caused in him a small stirring. "Of course, I knew I'd end up here tonight. I did this just for you."

"Babe, you look good. I may have to keep these."

With that he nodded at her silently asking her if it was okay to remove the clothing. She nodded back and watched him reach under her and unlatched her bra. His eyes lit up when he did.

"Can you walk around like this from now on."

She didn't have the chance to answer before he latched himself onto her right breast. "House," she moaned loudly, which only made him work faster. He wrapped both of his thumbs into her underwear and pushed it down as far as he could reach.

"You have too many clothes on House" she whispered into his neck.

"I'm not done exploring" was all he said before he headed south and re-introduced himself to her waiting area. Ten minutes and a toe curling orgasm later House worked his way up to her ear and whispered, "My turn."

Cuddy slowly untangled herself from his legs and straddled herself on top of him. Painfully slow she began unbuttoning his dress shirt. "Hurry up" he groaned.

"Yes because you worked so fast yourself" she responded quickly.

He went to protest again before he felt her cup him through his pants. "Okay, okay fine."

He gave into her and laid his head back on the pillows that he was now sure he'd never wash her smell off of. She finally discarded his dress shirt and lifted his undershirt over his head exposing his broad chest. She knew he was built nicely but as she worked her hands over his chest and arms she was delighted to feel a muscular man, compared to Lucas' scrawniness. She immediately chastised herself for thinking of Lucas. She had settled, in every sense of the word. "Stop thinking" he muttered underneath her.

She kissed her way down his chest stopping along the way and finally reaching his belt. Removing the belt in one motion and then went to work on his pants. She unbuttoned the pants then lowered the zipper with her teeth. House groaned and she instantly felt him hardened. "Cuddy, please."

"No way, you made me suffer."

"I did no.." but he couldn't finish as she started to stroke him. He wasn't sure how she got his boxers off without him noticing, but he wasn't complaining.

"Your hot too" she whispered as she lowered her mouth onto his now erect member.

He tried to tell her to stop, and come up to his face but she had worked so skillfully, he erupted at the blink of an eye. "Where did you learn to do that?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"No not really, just happy you know how to do it now."

She didn't answer, rolling her eyes at him before he flipped her over, now recovered and ready for another round. He entered her in one quick thrust and waited for her to adjust. She had experienced him years ago, but didn't remember it feeling this good. Seemingly reading her mind he exclaimed, "Cuddy, you felt good then but wow."

They both lost the ability to speak once House began thrusting.

House was returned to the present when Cuddy whipped open the shower curtain. "House, why are you sitting out there on your toilet seat?"

"I was just letting you get situated."

"I've been situated, now come in."

She didn't have to tell him twice before he removed his robe and entered the shower. They had been naked together for hours now, and he practically had her body memorized already. She reached for the shampoo but he intercepted and turned her around to face him as he sat on his bench. The one good thing about being a cripple he thought, a bench in the shower. She surprised him by climbing onto him and wrapping her legs around him. The fact that she could get her legs into this position needed to be taken advantage of he thought. With one motion he lifted her up and onto him. A loan groan came from her mouth as she nuzzled her head into his neck to brace herself.

"House" was all she could say before she started moving on top of him.

He slowly circled his hips in a clock-wise pattern. She was suffocating him on the bench but the small movements seemed to be working since she was beginning to shake on top of him.

"Oh god, Houseee" was all she said before she felt her orgasm wash over her.

There it was, God, the other name he hoped to be call. He felt himself smiling as he exploded inside of her. Once the throbbing of his member subsided he started to move inside her slowly again in the same slow circular motion. She didn't realize it was happening before she exploded again.

"You are.." she began to say.

"A God I know, you already told me."

She attempted to move off of him as she felt the water start to get cold, but he whispered aloud. "Just wait a second, please."

He reached his long arm for the shampoo and started to wash her hair as she sit atop him. She returned the favor and they slowly stood up together and rinsed and toweled off. She noticed him limp more than usual into the bedroom but chose not to make too much of an issue of it, for his sake.

"Do you think I could have some clean clothes?"

He knew she knew his leg was throbbing, due to its recent activities, but loved that she chose to not make an issue of it. "I quite enjoy you in a towel actually. Well I prefer you naked but.."

Her towel flying at his face halted those thoughts and he nodded as he nodded towards his closet and said, "What's mine is yours."

"Another marriage metaphor House? You should watch yourself, I might get the wrong idea."

"No, no. I just know you're all about women's rights and that equality bull; I just wanted to support you. I'm hungry. Come on mistress let me cook for you."

She followed behind him into the kitchen, now wearing a button up sweater and boxer briefs that were invisible under the shirt.

"I need to call my babysitter."

"Go ahead, I won't stop you."
"Gee thanks."

She went and sat on his couch and dialed her home and waited for her babysitter to pick up. "Hi, its Lisa."

House could only hear one side of the conversation while he cooked her eggs along with some sausage for himself.

"I'll be home around four."

"Yes."

"No Lucas won't be back before me."

"No not at all."

"Goodbye."

He heard her groan and slam her phone onto the couch. He yelled into the living room, "Baby sitter have a little crush on Lucas I guess."

"We said no more L words" she yelled back.

He walked into the living room with her plate and said, "You were the one who mentioned him first."

"Not to you, to my babysitter. Doesn't count."

"Fine fine. Why does she want to know about him anyway?"

"Your right, she's in the love with him."

"Cuddy."

"She's just curious why I ran off in the middle of the night after kicking him out and came over here."

"Because I'm a stud, duh."

"Yes, a stud" she said sarcastically.

"Don't be a jerk Cuddy, I think I've more than proven my studly abilities."

"Can I eat now?"

"Don't you want me to prove some more of my studly abilities?"

"After I eat."

"Eat faster."

She rolled her eyes; she knew what she was getting into. Her grabbed her plate and threw it on the table; still half uneaten eggs flew everywhere as he took her on the couch. Her yelling stud will work for him too.