Disclaimer: If I owned House, Lucas would have never made a come back and Boreman would be gone instead of Cameron.
A/N: Don't know what happened with the chapter, so I reloaded it. Here's part 2. Hope you guys like it. Also I know I said it would only be ready next year sometime, but I just realised that I am going to be out of town from next week until the second week in Jan and I didn't want to leave you guys hanging for so long. Happy reading guys...
Paybacks a Bitch
Almost four months had passed since Cuddy's daring little act at the end of year fundraiser and she had pretty much pushed the extremely erotic but inappropriate incident to the back of her very, very otherwise occupied mind. The hospital was busier than ever, with a huge influx of patients complaining of hay fever, blocked sinuses, and runny noses – all compliments of the incoming spring season. That also meant longer clinic hours for the doctors and, as usual, House had refused to spend more than an hour a day treating clinic patients and sent in his lackeys to do his work. He had also on quite a few occasions gone missing from the hospital. Sometimes for hours at a time, and no one had a clue as to where he was. Wilson had put it down to House needing time to just get his thoughts together, but Cuddy believed differently, though she said nothing about it, and if his behaviour worried her, she didn't mention that either.
Nothing had changed between the two of them either, Cuddy was still seeing Lucas – much to Wilson and House's dismay and House was still an ass, causing havoc around the hospital at every opportunity he got. Neither of them discussed what had transpired that night, but they both knew it would come back, in some form, to haunt them for the rest of their lives. Cuddy had thought that House would brag about what she had done to him, but much to her surprise he had not even told Wilson. She had counted on him getting even with her very soon after that, but after a month and a half had passed, she began to think that maybe he really was not interested in her anymore, and that he had accepted her relationship with the private investigator… Boy was she wrong.
H O U S E M D
It was a nippy late winter evening, when she heard the familiar roar of his motorcycle outside her home. She glanced at the watch on her bedside table, the red numbers glaring eleven fifty back at her. This was the second late night visit to her home in almost six months, but the first since he had found out that she was involved in a relationship with a man he considered to be a friend. Cuddy didn't have any time to change into a proper set of pyjamas when she heard his footsteps in her hall, each step getting louder as he approached her bedroom. She had just barely managed to straighten out and pull down her camisole when she saw him leaning against the door frame, his gaze pinned on her body. She had been expecting a man to warm her bed tonight, but she certainly had not been expecting him to show up and while she knew he would not hurt her, she still grew nervous at the sight of him in her bedroom.
House stood leaning against the door frame, drinking in the sight of almost naked boss sitting on her bed, her camisole almost hiding the smooth flesh of her perfectly flat abdomen and the sheets and boys shorts not doing a good job of covering up her perfectly toned, creamy thighs. He took one tentative step forward and he saw her shoulders tense in reply.
"What do you want?" she asked him, more out of habit than anything else.
"Need a consult," he held up a yellow patient folder up for her to see, but made no move to hand it over to her to look at, and neither did he offer an explanation on the so called patient's condition or the treatment he was going to need her permission for to actually treat his patient.
"Nerve and brain biopsies are out of the question, House," she stated in her most administrative voice, but failed miserably, seeing as she was nervous and thrown by his untimely arrival to her home.
"Is there anything else?" she asked him and he shook his head in reply.
"You're stressed and tense," he told her as he took a step toward her bed.
"House…" Cuddy started but was silenced when she saw him take another two steps toward the bed and she felt the mattress dip slightly with his weight as he settled himself next to her.
"Turn round," though it was not an order, Cuddy felt the need to obey him and turned to lie on her belly.
The feel of his hands on her body sent Cuddy's mind into overdrive but she stifled in the moan that wanted to escape her lips as felt him knead the muscles on her shoulders. House began to feel her relax under his touch as his thumbs worked out the knots that had accumulated in her back as a result of the stress and tension she experienced at work, most of it because of him. He worked a particularly big knot at the base of her neck, and he felt her tense for a few minutes, at the pain but relaxed after he had worked it out of her muscles. He massaged the expanse of her back for half an hour, making sure all her stress and tension had been expelled from her muscles and proceeded to gently run his index finger over the ridges of her spinal column, causing her to shiver at the sensation.
Cuddy felt the cool air hit her legs as House removed the sheets from the bottom half of her body and began massaging her from her thighs to her ankles, taking special interest in the backs of her knees. She whimpered at the feeling of his hands on her thighs, at the junction where her rear met her legs. Once he was sure that he had rubbed every crevice on the back of her legs he proceeded to move his hands back up her body, though this time he did not leave out her derriere, one of her best assets as he liked to tell her. He allowed his palms to roam over the expanse of her backside, and smiled internally when he heard her breath hitch as he glided his hands under the material of her underwear.
Once he was done copping his feel, House returned his attention to her upper back, this time slipping his hands under the material of her camisole and lifting the offending garment until he had full access to her back. He stroked her warm flesh lightly, his fingers moving from her spine to her sides, and back. The fourth time he deftly ran his fingers to her sides and he allowed them to brush the sides of her breasts. The low moan the escaped from her mouth sounded like music to his ears, and sent the blood rushing from the rest of his body directly to his penis, and another idea formed in his mind ever busy mind.
"House," the gravelly sound of her voice caught him off guard and aroused him even more than he already was, and he felt the material of his jeans tightening in his groin area.
"I don't think…" was all she managed to get out before she felt his mouth on the skin of back, gently kissing each ridge of her spine from the dimples in her lower back all the way to her neck and his hands cupped her breasts softly, squeezing them lightly. He skimmed his thumb over her right nipple and was not surprised to feel the bud tighten at his touch.
With a swift motion of his hands, he flipped her lithe body over; laying her down on her back on the soft mattress and her facing him. Cuddy let out a surprised squeal but made no move to stop his actions and her gaze fixed on his. Her usually dancing blue grey orbs had darkened and House felt the beast in his chest roar as he took in her expression. There was no doubt in her eyes or on her face that she wanted him and there was absolutely no reason he was going to deny her that pleasure.
Slowly he fixed his hands on her waist, his thumbs drawing light circles over her hip bones as he lowered he mouth to hers and kissed her on her neck. He kissed her neck and her shoulders and then made a pathway with his tongue to her chest, stopping where the material of her camisole started. Cuddy was about to take off the offending garment when she felt his hands on hers prohibiting her from doing so.
A few minutes later with absolutely no warning from him, Cuddy felt his hot mouth close over her left, thin, camisole covered breast. She let out a low guttural moan and her chest heaved up from the bed, pushing more of her flesh into his waiting mouth. House suckled her through the material, until he felt the bud harden in his mouth as he rolled his tongue around the turgid nipple. Her right boob was not deprived though as he caressed it with his free hand, making sure though, not to touch her erect tit in the process. He wanted to draw out this process for as long as he possibly could.
"The other one too," he heard her rasp and this time he pulled the camisole off her before he kissed her right breast, still not touching her nipples.
"House, please," it was all he needed to hear as he unconsciously took her right breast into his mouth and sucked hard causing her to gasp in pleasure. Her fingers weaved through the salt and pepper curls on his head, pressing his mouth into her chest, making sure he could not let go of her flesh without her permission. He felt one hand sliding down between their bodies until it came to a rest on the zipper of his jeans. He could feel himself throbbing and just one touch of her hand on his pulsing flesh would undo all the control he had kept until now.
He stilled her hand after he heard the sound of his zipper being lowered and lifted both her arms above her head as he aligned his body to hers, both her wrists manacled in his one hand. He lightly trailed his other hand down her body coming to a stop at the waistband of her underwear. She involuntarily lifted her hips and he managed to lower the material of her underwear to just above her knees. He lightly dragged his fingers back up the inside of her thighs and he felt the shudder that coursed its way through her body. House cupped her femininity lightly and squeezed gently, giving her time and allowing her to stop whatever it was from happening – if she wanted to.
When he didn't hear any protest coming out of her beautiful mouth, House ran two fingers on either side of her channel, resulting in an increase in her arousal. He inserted one finger into her to check if she was lubricated enough and when he felt she was he inserted a second finger into her hot, tight channel. He stilled his fingers to give her time to adjust to his actions and swallowed the moan that escaped her lips by sealing his mouth to hers. She began moving her hips to encourage him to start moving his fingers in her and House took the lead. He pushed his fingers in as far as they could go and drew them back out tantalisingly slow before driving them back into her. It took a few seconds for both of them to find their rhythm and once they did it was pure bliss.
Cuddy was so lost in the sensation of his hands delving into her that she could not think of anything else and the feeling of pleasure that overtook her senses when House pressed his thumb over her clit, prompting her bundle of nerves to let loose, caused her to kiss him harder, but they both knew she was not far from climaxing. She began moaning softly in synch with House's pumping actions and a few minutes later House felt her smaller body begin to tremble under his larger frame. She was so very close. He felt her walls tensing around his fingers and heard as her breathing became laboured. He pumped his hand into her two more times before she broke the silence.
"House, I need you… in me… now," and that was his cue.
He pulled out his fingers and pinched her clit once more causing her to gasp, and her hips to lift off the bed. House melded his mouth to hers again, engaging her in a soul searing, heart stopping, earth shattering, breath stealing kiss before he reluctantly tore his mouth away from hers. He sat himself up on her bed and felt her eyes on him. They were so close to both getting what they wanted…
With that thought in mind House pulled out a wet wipe from the box on the bedside table and wiped his hands with it before expertly throwing it into the bin on the opposite side of the room. He pulled up his zipper and buttoned his jeans as he silently made his way to her bedroom door. He was almost past the frame when he heard her questioning tone.
"House?"
He turned around to look at her and smiled at the scene before him. Her sheets were rumpled, her hair was mussed, her lips swollen from his kisses, and he could still see her pebbled nipples in the soft light.
"You didn't finish what you started," she stated and House smiled at her.
"Yeah well, payback's a bitch," he coolly replied as he turned and made his way out of her home.
Cuddy groaned loudly… there was no way she was going to be able to get herself off tonight, or any other night for that matter. She knew what this was like, having gone through it almost two decades ago. Even if she did get laid, it would always feel like the guy was lacking and as much as she hated that feeling, she liked knowing it was only House who could make her feel like that. With that thought in her mind, Cuddy rolled over, pulled up her comforter and fell asleep – unsatisfied.
It was just a matter of time before she would see him again…
H O U S E M D
It was a difficult ride home for House, he was still throbbing. He entered the apartment only to come face to face or rather groin to face with Wilson and Amber. Wilson's eyes bulged at the sight of House's erection, though he didn't say anything. Amber, however, was not shy and asked House what the hell he was doing to sport such a huge erection. House simply ignored the two and made his way to the freezer. He pulled out an ice pack and made his way to his bedroom and banged the door to his room shut indicating that he didn't want any interruptions. As soon as he was sure they were not going to come in, House placed the ice pack on his throbbing dick and hissed in pain.
He decided there was only two ways he was going to relieve himself, the one being when he made love to Cuddy and the other by placing an ice pack on his raging hard-on even if the latter meant pain for him.
He knew it was just a matter of time before Cuddy came to him asking him to satisfy her sexually...
So there we go, chapter 2 all done...
Not sure if I should just leave it like this or continue seeing as I didn't plan on continuing. If you guys have any ideas please let me know and I'll see if I can come up with something. Leave a review to tell me if it was good or not and give me some ideas pretty please ?
Also I have to mention... it was really really difficult writing this since I don't do smut or graphic sexual scenes and I have to commend those people who do write them. I know its not an easy thing to do.
Okay thats all and have a good week