"You going to help me study?" She said softly.
"You don't need to study any more, I've been watching you study all week, if you haven't absorbed all that material yet, you never will" He waited "What you don't need is to go inside and obsess over tonight, and me and our date and what it means………..and we both know, if I leave now, that's exactly what you'll spend the rest of today, and tomorrow morning doing. You may not even get to sleep tonight"
"Is that so?" She asked, clearly amused. "You're mighty presumptuous, don't you think?"
"I'm a lot of things" He admitted …."but I'm not wrong"
He wasn't wrong, not even close. Cuddy had begun to wonder how he had figured her out so quickly. He knew her better then guys she dated for months.
"So" She stopped "The only way I will pass my exam tomorrow, is to invite you inside?"
"I don't see any other way" He declared, quite pleased with himself.
Biting her lip, her eyes were fixated on his, and she knew, right in that moment, he was reading her like an open book.
She was totally, and utterly exposed.
Shit, the bastard was pretty darn clever. He got points for that.
She only had one choice.
"One. Drink." She said sternly, pushing her front door open, allowing House to walk by her and march inside.
"Oh goody! I hope you have Apple Juice!!"
** **
"So Cuddy, what's on the menu tonight……..besides….you know" House joked, walking around surveying her apartment.
It was cozy, kind of, mostly books and empty mugs scattered around. You could tell Miss Cuddy was a bookworm who spent many nights awake, snuggled up with a cup of coffee and a textbook. You could also tell, she spent many nights alone.
After weeks of knowing her, he still couldn't quite figure her out, and it drove him completely insane.
What motivated her?
House's motivation was answers to puzzles, to make pieces 'fit', but what was Cuddy's?
"What do you want to drink" She asked, kicking off her heels as she headed quickly into the kitchen.
"What do you have?"
Ducking her head into the fridge, she did a quick survey and turned in his direction.
"Wine…..water and coffee"
"Not the shopper, huh?" She had heard him blurt out from across the living room. His voice was slightly muffled because he was bent over toying with something in her cabinet.
He was quite the snooper, and he didn't even bother to hide it.
"What do you want?" She asked again, eager for him to have his one drink so he could leave.
She didn't want him to leave, but having him there, in her apartment, with all of her things, made her feel extremely vulnerable to him.
Having him walk around and examine everything she owned didn't help either. He was picking apart her life, piece by piece, and he could feel she wanted him out.
"Nothing! Forget it………….come here" He called out.
Mumbling annoyed to herself, she turned and headed for the living room confused. "What do you mean-"
A soft acoustic song filled the room as she entered, and House stand to meet her in the middle of it, his hand extended to her.
"You want to dance, again?" She said with a look of surprise.
"Just come here, mood killer" He snapped back.
Sighing to herself, Cuddy took his hand and meet his body with hers.
Slowly, sensually they swayed their bodies in rhythm to the music. They had danced earlier that night, but this time was different, there was no audience. This time, it was more………intimate.
Very awkward considering neither of them do intimate.
"House" Cuddy finally broke the silence.
"Shut up" House whispered gently into her hair.
He play it cool, but he was the one boiling over on the inside. House had, had his share of women, some of them beautiful, but none of them remotely held his interest the way this one he hold against his chest, did.
He knew Cuddy was nervous, uptight, he could feel it in her body, she was tense and uneasy, and he knew if anything was going to happen between them, he had to play it cool. Real cool, and gain her trust.
Taking a deep breath, House slid his hands down to her lower back and gently tightened his grip on her.
He waited a moment, before taking his right hand, placing his finger beneath her chin and slowly raising her gaze to meet his.
The two of them locked uncertain eyes.
Both of them longing for one another. Neither of them could explain the connection they seem to have, and neither of them wanted to. Explaining it took all the fun out.
To him, she was beautiful. Mysterious, quick witted, feisty, and like him, damaged.
To her, he was honest. Handsome, unorthodox, clever, and like her, damaged.
There was something about each of them, the other found comfort in. And what each of their lives seem to be in desperate need for, was comfort.
The moment had become too serious for him, and House had to ease the moment with humor.
"You aren't thinking about congenital defects, are you?"
"No" She laughed out loud, breaking the tension between their bodies.
"It's on the test you know…..I hope you read that chapter carefully" He teased.
Smiling softly to herself, she looked down, pondering for a moment just where this night would go.
"House" She replied "What do you want, exactly……..tonight"
Still with his arms around her delicate body, his heart jumped out of his chest when her bright eyes, looked into his for her answer.
What do you want?
What do I want, he asked himself.
"That's a loaded question. Is there a multiple choice?" He grinned.
"I'm serious"
"Too serious, for my taste" He shot back, finally stopping his body from the subtly swaying with hers.
"You aren't answering" She argued.
"That's because you aren't asking the right question"
"Oh?" She frowned.
"The right question is……………what do you want tonight?"
"Why is that the right question?" Cuddy asked, furrowing her brow.
"Well" He quipped. "I'm here, aren't I"
"I've had other guys 'here' that didn't mean they were here for me….How am I suppose to know you are here for what I want?"
"Because I am telling you I am"
The bluntness of his answer caught her off guard, causing her to take a step away from him. Suddenly, his face became serious, his eyes began to glow, almost changing color, and he focused in on her like she was a glass of water in the middle of the desert.
She looked at him in wonder, as he took a step towards her, closing the gap between them, before claiming her lips with his own.
It was their first kiss, and neither one of them were prepared for what would happen to their bodies in that moment. Cliché as it be, it was a kiss like neither of them had experienced in their wildest dreams.
Cuddy's knees buckled as House scooped her waist into his embrace, gently guiding her back towards her bedroom, while holding her in place, against him. Moaning into his wet mouth, she ran her hands roughly through his hair.
Their kiss was eager, passionate, and hungry…until it was broken. Scrimmaging over to the bed, the back of House's knees slammed into the side of the bed, and he broke the kiss, breathlessly looking down at her.
He knew if this night was going to be anything to write home about, he needed to pace himself, and her, otherwise he'd be headed home in ten minutes in wrinkled sweaty clothes and the night would be over.
How would he face her in class again?
"When was the last time someone gave you everything you asked for?"
What? She thought. What the hell kind of question was that.
This was hardly the time for 20 questions. Suddenly Cuddy stand there and wonder if this guy was odder then she originally thought.
"I" She stuttered out of breath, "I don't know…..why?"
Leaning down, he placed his forehead against hers, breathing gently against her, he replied softly "I'm going to give you everything you've ever wanted, tonight"
A soft moan escaped her lips, and her body began to burn in places she didn't know were possible.
Maybe it was because House was someone who never got sensual on that level, a level of romanticism, that when he did, it was enough to yank the next breath right out of you.
When someone is sweet, who's sweet all the time, you don't notice, but when someone is sweet, and they are normally a total jerk off…..you take notice.
This side of House, came out of nowhere. This was not the House who followed her from building to building badgering her about her outfit of choice, or sitting near her in the library flicking rolled up balls of paper at her, while she try and study.
It was young House, who hadn't had his heart broken so many times, it'd made him an invert, quite yet.
It was young House, who hadn't yet spent years with miserable annoying patients.
He was still House, just a little different.
It was't so much confidence on his part, because god knows you could find about 29 other men in a classroom of 30 who were more confident then he. He just felt this overwhelming desire to please Cuddy, to make her feel good, to make her need him, and for the life of him, he didn't know why.
Cuddy stood there, silently, like a deer caught in headlights, she just didn't know what to say.
"Are you going to tell me what you want?" House asked quietly.
She didn't answer. Her eyes just fixated on his.
"Want me to guess?" He continued.
Sitting down, back on the bed, House gently kicked his shoes off, his eyes still on Cuddy.
"Take your clothes off………….." He said "Slowly"
Before she could even question what she was doing, or more importantly, why she was doing it, there Cuddy stand, feet from Gregory House, slowly, undressing herself for him.
He watched her lower both straps on her dress and smiled to himself. She waited a moment for him to nod in approval before pulling the dress down all the way, revealing just her lacey underwear underneath.
Kicking the dress off to the side, she took a step towards him.
"Ah-ah" He interjected, waving his index finger at her. "Everything"
Her chest rose and glistened in the moonlight that peak in through her window. Reaching back she unclasp her bra, and in one swift motion, allow it to fall to the floor.
She laughed on the inside as House's eyes all but popped out of his head.
She'd never done anything this erotic before, and be as it may make her a little embarrassed, she was enjoying more then she thought she would've.
By the looks of it, so was House.
He was sitting there asking himself how in the world he'd gotten a beautiful woman like her to stand there and disrobed for his eyes only.
She was the kind of girl who made everyone's head turn when she walked down the hall, men and women. What the hell was she doing with him?
She gave him a moment to compose himself, before sliding her thumbs under her waistband, lowering her black panties and letting them drop to the floor.
"You ok?" She asked, her voice jolting him from his thoughts.
Sliding his feet underneath him, he stood up off the bed, and met her where she stand.
"Tell me what you want" He said huskily.
She bit her lip and shot him a glare "If I have to tell you, it's no fun"
Very well then.
"Lay down" He replied, in a commanding tone.
Slowly, she sat and then leaned back, laying flat in the middle of her bed. Her milky white flesh glistened in the soft light.
Suddenly, House had realized he was way over dressed. He tried not to take too long disrobing himself, but he didn't want to rip his clothes off in desperation either, especially since Cuddy's eyes were fixated on him.
He could just envision himself tripping in the folds of his pants and cracking his skull on the footboard, totally massacring the moment.
He got down to his boxers, before sliding onto the bed, and positioning himself between her legs. He placed his palm flat on the bed, before leaning down against her and caressing her ear with his bottom lip, making sure to breathe gently onto her neck.
He watched with a smirk as her chest rose and her back arched.
She was instantly magnetized to his body.
Like any good perfectionist, he started at the top, kissing her neck, suckling her flesh with steady pressure, before placing his right hand below her breast, and gently sliding it up to cup it, feeling her nipple come alive under his thumb.
Cuddy had already begun to whimper softly, while grinding her hips ever so subtlety down into mattress. She pointed her foot, and caressed up Houses calf with it, encouraging him to move ahead faster.
The last thing he needed in this moment was added encouragement. He was already barely able to hide his shaking hand in the folds of the blanket they lay on.
"Easy there" He whispered against her. "Just relax"
He was right. This was much better then studying.
"Mmmm" She moaned in protest.
Trailing tiny kisses, he started at her collarbone, moved down, and slid his tongue over her awaiting nipple when he got to her breast, causing her breath to be caught in her throat.
"House" She purred, pulling him closer to her as she run her hands through his hair.
Yeeeees he thought to himself.
He had gotten abused his whole life for having a last name that was also a noun, but it was all worth it to hear it come out of her mouth like that.
He wanted more. He wanted her shouting it. He wanted her begging with it.
His hot breath bounced off her abdomen, her eyes rolled back into her head and her legs opened around him, coaxing him to move closer to her.
He licked teasingly around her belly button and looked up at her before whispering against her "You smell incredible"
One hand cupped her breast, the other slid under her thigh, propping it up as he position himself at the center of her womanhood.
His hands claimed her possessively as he kissed passionately down her inner thigh, stopping right before he got, exactly where she wanted him to go.
Cuddy counted the steps from his mouth, to her mound and felt a shock run through her body when he suddenly removed his lips from her altogether.
"Masochist!" She blurted out in frustration.
"Did you just call me a masochist?" He asked childlike.
"Yes" She whined, her eyes pleading with his as she lifted her head off the pillow ever so slightly.
"Don't you know you aren't suppose to throw stones, at a man between your legs?"
Huffing at him she bit her lip in frustration.
"Fine, I guess I'll stop"
"HOUSE!!!"
"Tell me"
"Tell you what?" She panted.
"Tell me what you want" He stated "And then you'll get it"
"Your mouth" She groaned hesitantly.
"Where?"
"Oh god House…." Arching her back, she threw her head back and it became pretty obvious, she wasn't going to be vocalizing anything coherent tonight.
"Ok" He shrugged "Since you won't tell me where….I hope I guess right"
Closing her eyes, she held her breath as his kisses started just below her belly button and got lower, and lower and lower, until he got there.
Wetting his mouth, he kissed her clit gently. She felt him kiss her womanly folds before sliding them apart with his tongue and gently inserting it inside her.
She gasped, and her body froze.
If she hadn't tasted so incredible, he would've stopped and vocally teased her more, but he couldn't. The moment his tongue connected with her, he lost that control over himself to stop.
The two of them worked together, almost in a trance. The more pressure House used massaging her center with his tongue, the deeper she moaned, the harder she rocked her hips, and he loved every second of it.
He loved being able to make her a quivering, incoherent, sweaty fool.
A beautiful fool at that.
Lifting her head, there eyes met, and House could tell by the pouty expression on her face, she was close.
He didn't miss a beat as she squirmed, grasped roughly at his hair, and rocked her hips against his mouth.
"Right there…….god" She huffed "Right there"
Sliding his hands up the sides of her hips, he rested them on her belly, and held her still, preparing to send her off her rocker.
Groaning out loud, she lifted her head and dropped it back onto the pillow as her body began to tremble. House felt her muscles spasm against him, and he smiled to himself watching a shockwave of pleasure rip mercilessly through her.
By the time she stopped shaking, only her heavy breathing sounds filled the room, and House could barely feel his face.
Not that he was complaining. He was the one sitting there with a smug smile. Like an artist admiring one of his most recent paintings.
House slid next to her, causing Cuddy to bashfully close her legs, and blush down at him.
"You're not closing up shop are you?" He teased "cause we're just getting started"
Oh god she thought. What have I gotten myself into?