POST SCRIPTUM
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Here the real epilogue of "The letter". As a wise person once wrote "I don't own House MD or Moving on would have been 'Moving on together'..." Well, in a way you inspired this chapter, girl! Thank you! And thank you to all of you for reading!
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MOVING ON... TOGETHER
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"Greg?"
He looked up at her for a brief moment, then looking down again at the book in his hands, as she rolled her eyes at him.
"Gregory. I said, say 'hello' to Dr. Wyle" she said again, staring at her son sitting on the carpet of her office.
"It's ok, Lisa" He said gesturing a 'don't worry', then handing her the folder in his hands.
She looked at him then glaring at her son again as Gregory whispered a not very warm 'hello', then focusing his attention back on his picture book. She sighed, turning her attention on the folder in her hands. Her eyes moving from the top to the bottom of that paper sheet before they widened and she looked up at the man who was watching her.
"What-? It's a pituitary adenoma. Why did you run a EITB for Cisticerco-antibodies?"
"Because... because you asked for that?" He replied with a questioning look, looking at her as she had grown two heads.
Her mouth opened slightly and she turned the paper sheet, then closing her eyes and biting her lip, sighing louder and then handing him back the folder.
"Where are you going?" He asked, again with a puzzled look, looking at her as she took Gregory's hand and walked toward the door.
"To take this little guy back in the nursery school" She replied in a dry tone, then stopping on the door and turning to look at Dr. Wyle with a guilty look "Um, sorry..." She said in a softer tone running a hand on her forehead "Please, talk to the patient, and put him on Praziquantel and Albenazolo. I'm gonna see him as soon as I'm back"
He just nodded, looking at her as she exited the room.
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"Remember me why I helped you to have your medical license back" She said in an exasperated tone, slamming the door open and glaring at her boyfriend, then sitting down on the chair in front of his desk with a heavy bump.
"Because... watching my genial brain working turns you on like your Hanukkah candles?" He asked in a teasing and mischievous tone, holding back a smile.
She glared at him again, then biting hard on her lower lip in order to hold back a smile in turn.
"Stop doing that!"
"Doing what?" He asked with a fake innocent look.
She ran her tongue on her lips and closed her eyes, sighing but this time not holding back that half smile.
"He's not so naive as you think. Sooner or later your new best friend is gonna find out when you make fool of him" She said sighing again "He's gonna pay you back. He's not Wilson." She said, looking at him with a serious look, biting her lip again.
"Thank goodness! I never won five poker hands in a row with Jimmy!" He smiled and stared at her as she rolled her eyes.
"The fact that you bonded right with him it's weird enough, House"
"Why?" He asked in a fake surprised look "Because he wanted to sneak in your panties?" He asked as she stared at him raising both eyebrows "Do you really think Wilson never thought about getting you laid?"
She gave him an exasperated look, but again failing in holding back a half smile.
"Know your enemy, Cuddy!" He said, again staring at her with a mischievous smile as she nodded and smiled in turn.
"I'm not in charge here, House" She put a hand on his as she stood up, looking at him again, this time with a serious look "Please. I need you to behave. I can't save your ass anymore"
He smiled again, holding her hand and pulling her toward him until she was between his knees. She smiled in turn and bent down to brush his lips as her hand touched the hem of his white coat and the badge clipped on it. A Gregory House MD, Head of Infectious Diseases, written on it.
"I never succeeded in making you wear one of this when I was the Dean" She teased him, smiling on his lips and flirtatiously running her fingers under the collar of his shirt.
"By the way you're looking at me right now I should have worn this earlier" he whispered on her lips in a mischievous tone, cupping her butt as she rolled her eyes, smiling.
"Too bad you'll never know" she teasingly replied on his lips.
He stared into her dilated pupils and ran his tongue on his lips.
"You want me so badly right now, Dr. Cuddy" he whispered on her mouth as a shiver ran down her back.
She bit her lower lip, still staring at him.
"No," She replied "I want you damned badly, House," she pointed out on his mouth "but we're not gonna have sex in here... nor in my office or in any other office of this hospital" she added in a firm tone kissing his mouth lightly and straightening her back, despite the still so clear lust in her eyes.
"The storage closet?" He asked teasing her, still wrapping her waist with one arm.
"No" she replied, taking his hand from her waist and intertwining her fingers with his.
"The bathroom?"
She laughed, shaking her head, and bending down again to place another soft kiss on his lips, then leaving his hand and heading to the door.
"Really? No sex? Nowhere?" He asked in a sort of frustrated tone.
She stopped on the door and turned to look at him, then approaching his desk again and bending down, placing both her hands on it, and giving him a gorgeous view of her cleavage.
"I was forgetting..." She whispered in a mischievous tone "... the kids are gonna have a sleepover at your mother's. Don't be late for dinner."
"No sex at work and you're gonna cooking. You really want to kill me, woman" He said looking at her breast and then again at her eyes.
"I'm not gonna wear underwear" she whispered again just one inch from his lips as this time his lips curled in a smile.
"Cake!" Gregory shouted, popping out like Jack-in-the-box from under the dining table as soon as Cuddy moved into the kitchen to take the cake from the fridge.
He looked at her with shining eyes as she put it on the kitchen counter and tried to climb on one of the bar-stools, failing on his venture since it was still too high for him. He just looked up at Rachel with a pout as she started to help their mother to set the candles on the cake.
The candles thing had been put to the vote. Cuddy was for a no-candle cake or at least for a symbolic one-candle cake. 46 wasn't properly a number she wanted to see in a huge golden number-shaped candle on her birthday cake. But obviously as soon as House had suggested a chocolate cake big enough for 46 candles her children's eyes had lighted up and she had had to give up. Even because 'fowty-sic' was a 'vewy vewy big number'.
"May I light them?" Rachel asked, looking up at her mother as she set the last candle on the cake.
"Better not, kiddo!" House said in her place from behind her, making her turn her head to look at him. "We're lucky if we're not going to burn down the house!" He said laughing as Cuddy glared at him.
He lifted Gregory in his arms so that he could have better view of the cake and stole some frosting, gaining another glare from Cuddy.
Her look softened as soon as he put some of that white icing into Gregory's mouth, sharing with him a conspiratorial smile and then licking his own finger tips.
"Wanna blow, Dad" Gregory said pointing to the so many little flames on his mother's birthday cake as Arlene took the cake and Rachel her mother's hand, pulling her arm toward the living room, and making her sit down on the coach.
"Sure" He said putting him on Cuddy's knee as she kissed his hair and gestured to Rachel to sit on her other knee "We don't want mama having a respiratory distress because of all those candles" He laughed gaining another glare from Cuddy and from the older Cuddy next to him.
"What's a epi-toy stess?" Gregory asked.
"It's what I'm gonna give to the one who had the great idea of all those candle. I already burned my fingers..." Arlene said in a bothered tone, placing the cake on the coffee table and glaring at House. "Just hope my daughter can blow out all of them without choking"
She caught the glimpse in House's eyes as soon as the last word exited her mouth.
"Oh trust me, she's very good in blo-"
"HOUSE!"
He didn't look at the glaring gray-blue eyes in front of him, and just stared at Arlene, biting his lip in an attempt of not smiling wide as she rolled her eyes.
"C'mon, Mom! Go!" Rachel and Gregory shouted at the same time clapping their hands and blowing off the candles together with her, then hugging her and kissing her cheeks.
House couldn't help but smile at Rachel and Gregory's smiling faces as they started to pull out every candles from the cake, licking the mix of cream and frosting on the bottom of them. Their faces turning quickly in a mess of chocolate. And a warm sensation filled him at the realization that his son was now old enough for remember that birthday party and all the ones to come, but too young for recalling the ones before that. The ones he hadn't been part of.
"Happy birthday" he whispered in Cuddy's ear kissing her cheek as she smiled and stroked his stubble, kissing him softly on the lips.
"C'mon, let's find a knife to slice it or there will be no more cake to slice" Cuddy said, smiling and shaking her head, as Gregory climbed down Cuddy's lap and she stood up.
"I got it, Lisa" Arlene said, heading to the kitchen.
"Wanna help, Gwanny" Gregory shouted again, running behind her as Rachel ran faster disappearing in the kitchen.
'My little Greg is really growing up' House heard Arlene saying as she ruffled Gregory's hair, then disappearing in turn in the kitchen.
"It sound quite creepy said by that Cuddy" He whispered in Cuddy's ear in a mischievous and amused tone, grazing the skin behind her ear with his lips as his arms wrapped her waist from behind.
She just smiled, biting her lip slightly, humming her agreement.
"And someone should tell her of not calling him like my penis" he smiled again against her skin, as she smiled in turn, rolling her eyes at the same time "even if, somebody here can say by experience that it's everything but little" he whispered again, this time in a smut tone, pressing his pelvis against her butt.
She bit her lip at the sensation of his partial erection against her buttocks and couldn't prevent a shiver from running through her body, making her core throbbing.
"Oh God, how can you already be so..."
She let that sentence hang on, glancing at both their mothers as they entered the living room again.
"Just getting ready for my lady's birthday gift" he said smiling against her skin and placing another soft kiss behind her ear.
He kissed her mouth, holding her tightly in his arms.
"Relaxed. Pleased. Still wet," He whispered on her lips giving her a look that clearly meant he wasn't referring at her wet hair "I love you this way" He lightly kissed her lips again, lingering on them "No make-up. No clothes," He added, again raising an eyebrow in a mischievous way "Simply beautiful. I want you this way. Every day."
His lips found hers again and his tongue found hers in a soft kiss, then leaving hers before she could deepen the kiss. He met her puzzled look. Her dilated pupils telling him how much she wanted him.
"Maybe I should take advantage of your mind not thinking straight right now and give you your birthday present" He said with a smile, looking into her eyes as his arms tightened the grip around her waist.
Cuddy smiled looking at him with a mischievous look.
"I thought you already gave me my present" She said, running her tongue on her lips and raising both her eyebrows looking straight into his eyes.
He smiled in turn.
"That was sex in the shower, Cuddy. Mind-blowing sex in the shower. But. Still sex in the shower." He lightly kissed her mouth again "I don't think it can count as birthday present"
A shiver ran down her spine as soon as he released the grip of his arms around her, looking for something in the drawer of his night table, and she wrapped more the towel around her naked body.
She looked suspiciously at the box he gave her. The glimpse in his eyes as he handed it to her was enough for making her foresee that he was making fool of her.
"I thought it was my birthday" She said as soon as she looked into the box, then looking up at him with a half-bothered half-amused look. "You should have asked for this on your birthday" She said as a smile played on her lips despite her attempt of staying serious.
He looked at her hands as they pulled that object out of the box, turning it between them.
"I'd say it's a souvenir from your trip but... I'm not sure this bright pink plush matched the color of the jail uniform." She teased, looking into his eyes.
"It's not what you think" He said, smiling in turn.
"Really? Because it looks like a pair of handcuffs to me" She said in an ironic tone, even if she was clearly more amused than upset by that unusual birthday present.
"Still not what you think" He said again meeting her puzzled look.
"So, don't you want to handcuff me to the bed?" She asked, raising both eyebrows and running her tongue on her lips.
"Well, I'd like that actually" He replied staring at her.
"And what if my answer is no?" She replied staring back at him.
"Let's say I'm hoping you're not going to say no tonight" He said again, not averting his eyes from hers.
She ran her tongue on her lips again, then looking down at the object in her hands.
"Ok" She whispered, looking up at him again.
His eyes grew wider.
"Really?" He asked with a surprised tone.
"Um... I trust you, House. Sincerely the thought of being handcuffed to the bed doesn't turn me on, but if that turned you on...ok, we can try"
He smiled taking those handcuffs from her hands and turning them between his own hands.
"I don't want to handcuff you to the headboard," He said looking into her eyes "well, yeah, a part of me would like to do that," he laughed shaking his head "but... not the same part that thought of giving you this tonight" He said, looking down again at the pink object in his hands as she looked at him with a puzzled look.
"You don't want to handcuff me?" She asked, not able of following him anymore.
"You should read the card"
She gave him another puzzled look, looking into the box again. She hadn't noticed it at the first look, too focused on that bright pink present, and she smiled at that little piece of paper folded in two as she took it and opened it.
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Handcuffs: a pair of lockable linked metal rings for securing sb's wrists
To secure: to fix or attach something firmly so that it cannot be moved or lost (synonym: to tie, to fasten)
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A half puzzled half amused smile played on her lips as she looked up at him.
"Thank you for the grammar lesson" She said, still smiling, locking eyes with him.
"You're not good with metaphors, you know?" He replied with an amused look as she raised both her eyebrows "Do you know what was the worst thing of my life?"
"Um... prison?" She asked, looking again at those handcuffs and then up at him.
"Losing you" He replied as her lips slightly opened.
"I'm not letting that happening again" He said again as she looked down at the card in her hands.
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To secure: to fix or attach something firmly so that it cannot be moved or lost (synonym: to tie, to fasten)
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Something or... somebody?
"Are you going to secure me with those so I can't move or get lost?" She asked smiling and biting her lips, locking eyes with him again.
"I rectify" He said with an amused look "You're very very very bad with metaphors"
"I'm asking you to be secured... to myself, Cuddy" He said looking straight into her eyes as her mouth slightly opened and closed again without any sound coming from it.
"I'm asking you if you want two metal rings securing us to each other" He said again, looking at the astonished expression that suddenly appeared on her face.
"What?"
He shook his head not holding back an embarrassed smile at the only sound that found the way out of her lips.
"I think now you're allowed to say 'yes' or maybe 'I do', Cuddy... but I don't think 'what?' is contemplated."
She rolled her eyes at him, not holding back a smile.
"You're not serious."
"Why do you think that?" He said in a fake offended way "Oh yeah," he added, looking at the object still in his hand and getting down on one knee "I almost forgot I can do this now" he added, taking her hand.
She couldn't help but smile. It wasn't weird. It was surreal.
"You're not serious. And that thing isn't a ring" She said again, smiling at the somehow half-amused half-shy look on his face.
"Right. Because... it's two metal rings. Check the dictionary" he replied staring into her eyes as she rolled her eyes. A 'you're not serious, House' so clear in her eyes that she didn't need to say it out loud again. "Am I not serious? Why?" He said laughing, still staring at her and then looking down at himself "Can't a man propose to his girlfriend holding a pair of pink stuffed handcuffs and wearing... well, just a bathrobe after mind-blowing sex in the shower? Less clothes, easier for you to thank me after."
"House... you're not -"
She let out a half laugh at the sound of metal suddenly clicking around her wrist, and she looked down, raising her arm and taking House's arm with hers.
"Very mature from you" She said not holding back a smile despite the bothered tone of her voice, looking again at the handcuffs now secured around hers and House's wrist.
She smiled wilder closing her eyes at the sensation of his free hand moving up her leg and thigh, then disappearing under the hem of the towel wrapped around her body.
"You're unfair" She whispered, biting on her lower lip and meeting his eyes again.
"You're scared" He replied looking straight into her eyes.
"I'm not" She said, in a firm tone as her cuffed hand found his intertwining her fingers with his.
"I trust in marriage, House... but you don't. What about those seven levels of hypocrisy? We already agreed about changing my will about the children's custody. None could take them away from you if something is gonna happening to me. Not Julia, nor anyone. I love you too much for forcing you into something that doesn't belong to what you are"
"I love you so much that all I want is belonging to you, Cuddy"
She bit her lip harder this time, still looking into his eyes.
"We already put on test the 'till death do as apart' thing" He said, looking straight into her eyes as a smile played on her lips too "It looks like not even that worked, right?" He said, this time letting out a small laugh.
Her hand found his cheek as her eyes misted.
"It didn't" She whispered as tears mixed with her smile.
She bent down, finding his lips and kissing him softly at first, then deepening the kiss as soon as his tongue found hers.
"Cuddy?"
He suddenly broke the kiss and she opened her eyes, looking at him with a puzzled look.
"You better give me an answer before I have a stiff knee" He said, letting out a half laugh.
She gave him a guilty look, straightening her back and lightly pulling the hand that still held hers trying to help him in standing up. A 'shit!' escaped her mouth as soon as House's hand lost her grip and she lost her balance in turn, falling on top of him as his back bumped against the floor.
"You ok?" She asked as concern suddenly appeared in her eyes.
He smiled. His free hand cupped her butt and then ran along her back before moving in her hair so that her face was just an inch from his. And he looked into her eyes again.
"How can I not be ok with you here like this?" He asked in a mischievous tone, lightly stroking her lips with his "But I'm still waiting for that answer" He said, teasing her.
She smiled wider, stroking his lips in turn.
"Did you remember what your team at PPTH used to think about me?" She asked raising an eyebrow and staring at him with a mischievous look.
"Ehm, I'm pretty sure they all used to think about you naked. I can bet on the Aussie, the Black, the Short and 13. Not sure about Cameron, but you know, I can bet she craved for knowing how you got into my pants and she didn't"
She slapped his shoulder, but couldn't help but laugh.
"They thought I couldn't say no to you" She whispered on his lips as he tightened the grip of his arm around her body.
"And were they right?" He asked brushing again his lips on hers.
"I'm not going to get married in Las Vegas by a sort of Elvis's double" She said giving him a half glare, but smiling at the same time.
"Ok" He just replied as his lips curled in a smile.
"Ok" She whispered, smiling in turn as he smile more and his lips finally closed the little distance between their mouths in a soft kiss.
"Ok is for yes, right?" He asked looking straight into her eyes as her smile grew even bigger.
"Um... check the dictionary" She teased him as this time a laugh escaped his mouth.
"You're an evil cunning woman" He whispered on her lips, smiling and finding her lips again.
The sound of their breathings filled the room as they turned into sighs and moans and gasps. Her knees aching as much as his back because of the wooden floor, but none of them paid attention to that. There were just the two of them lost in each other as they let go to passion. Two bodies moving in unison, as their pace was rhythmically set by the metal chain of the pink furred handcuffs still securing their wrists together, hitting the floor with every thrust.
She kissed his mouth again, smiling and rolling to his side, unconcerned of the cold floor under her naked body as energies left her and she tried to steady her laboured breathing, resting her head on his chest as he kissed her hair and stroked her shoulder.
"We should try these again" She said chuckling, raising her wrist slightly, taking House's wrist with hers.
He rolled her under himself, propping on his elbow to look better at her and kissed her mouth again.
"I'd better free you before you turn into a dominatrix" He said, chuckling in turn and kissing her mouth again.
"Do you know a wife who isn't?" She replied as he laughed and shook his head.
"Here, free us, you wife-to-be" He said, reaching for his bathrobe on the floor and swinging the key in front of her eyes.
Her heart skipped a beat as soon as she took that key ring from his hand. A little silver key and a solitaire were hung on that metal key ring.
He smiled as her eyes misted and took that key ring from her hand, freeing the ring and then their wrists, then slipping the diamond ring on her finger. She didn't say anything to him, nor him to her. Their eyes spoke even what they couldn't say out loud. And their lips found each other again in a long deep kiss.
House glanced at Cuddy, busy in some small talk with her sister on the other end of the yard, and turned the ring on his left ring finger. Her soft curls waving lightly in the evening breeze together with the soft fabric of her wedding dress. He was a damned lucky bastard! The bright smile on her face and the empty glass on her hand were the clear clue that she had probably drunk a little more than she used to. The way in which Julia was laughing with her, holding an empty glass in turn, was a clear clue that he was going to be safe from the umpteenth good lecture at least until the end of the party.
"She's breathtaking" Dr. Wyle said, handing another glass of Champagne to House and nodding toward the two women intently talking to each other.
"Yeah. And she's already taken" He replied, glaring at him with a mischievous look "So, focus on the younger one, please" He said "It's the only Cuddy you can have" He pointed out "The older one is already taken too" He said, nodding toward Arlene as Wyle gave him a disgusted look.
"If you're trying to prevent me from having an erection anymore you're on the right way, House!" He said, laughing and taking a sip of his drink "Don't give Julia another good reason for give you a good lecture!"
House closed his eyes and shook his head like to erase a bad image from his mind, then glaring at him.
"Thinking about your erection on my wedding day is creepy enough, even without putting Julia in the same sentence, Wyle!"
"Anyway she doesn't hate you anymore, or she never agreed at me being your best man"
He gave him a perplexed look, then taking another sip of Champagne.
"Well. Maybe just a bit." Wyle said, shaking his head and laughing "But now she hates you more because you failed in killing her cheating folder husband" He said again, this time laughing louder as House's corner lips curled up a little.
House wrapped Cuddy's waist from behind and kissed her neck, then looking at Rachel as she packed her things for the night and zipped her pink bag.
"Where's your brother?" He asked, then looking around and catching a glimpse of the little one in a mini tuxedo looking at them from under the bed and then disappearing again under it.
"Hey? What's wrong, Buddy?"
He pouted, his big eyes looking at him.
"No wanna go 'way"
"Hey, we're not sending you away. Don't you want having a sleepover with Rach at Grandma's? You always love to go there."
"Wanna stay here"
He glanced at Cuddy and then again at his son.
"Fine then"
"No, please, Dad, I wanna go" Rachel almost cried, glaring at Gregory "Please"
"You sure you don't wanna go with Rach?" He tried again as he nodded.
"Wanna stay here" he repeated in a serious look.
He met Cuddy's gaze again as she bit on her lower lip, then looking at his son again.
"C'mon let's take this penguin suit off" He said, ruffling his hair and taking his blue pajamas from under the pillow.
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"Daddy?"
"Hhmm?"
House sat on the bed and tucked Gregory in, ruffling his hair.
"Mommy is an Howse now?"
"Um... yeah" He answered with a puzzled look raising an eyebrow.
"Rachel too?" He asked again with his bright blue eyes.
"Yeah. And you too." He answered looking at him as he bit his lip and hugged Paul more.
"But... I can't..." He whispered slipping more under the covers so House could see just his eyes now.
"You're my boy. Of course you can" He replied, caressing his hair again.
"No, I can't" He said again, this time moving the covers aside and sitting up on the bed "Remember? You said I can't have it. Can't steal your name."
House laughed, ruffling his hair.
"What's my name?" He asked him.
"Dad!" He quickly replied as Cuddy, standing on the door, couldn't hold back a chuckle and House turned his head toward the half open door of the bedroom, glancing at her and biting his lip trying not to smile in turn, then looking at Gregory again.
"Yeah. And?"
"Howse" Gregory said again, making House bit his lip harder in order not to laugh. That's what happened when the mother of your child calls you by surname.
"Yeah. But, do you know how Grandma Blythe calls me, right?" He asked again.
"Gweg" He answered as his eyes lit up.
"Yeah. Greg. Because my name is Gregory, like yours. So I have your name, right?" He asked as he nodded. "And are you ok with this? With me having your name?" He asked as Gregory nodded again.
"I have your name. You have my surname. We're even, right?"
Gregory's smile grew wider and he threw himself in his father's arms, hugging him with his little arms and hiding his head against his chest as he held him tight and kissed his hair.
"C'mon, time to sleep now" he said, kissing him again and then tucking him again in the bed under his green and blue dinosaurs sheets.
He looked at him as he closed his eyes and just stayed there, caressing his hair from time to time, until his breathing became deeper and just then standing up, trying not to awaken him.
Cuddy was still on the door, leaning against the jamb with her back. He wrapped her waist kissing her lightly on the lips as she ran her hand in the collar of his shirt then taking off the bow tie still hanging around his neck.
He caressed her naked shoulder, then moving down to caress the soft fabric of her dress and she smiled, unbuttoning just a pair of buttons of his shirt and then letting her fingers focus their attention on the black silk belt wrapping his waist. His lips found hers pressing her more against the wall and she couldn't hold back a moan as soon as his tongue found hers.
"Better move from here" He whispered on her mouth with a mischievous smile, glancing at the little boy asleep in his bed and then taking her hand.
Her eyebrows furrowed when he didn't lead her in their bedroom, instead leading her toward the main bathroom down the hallway.
"The only safe room left" He whispered kissing her mouth as she smiled at the thought of how much scared of that room Gregory was. Because of the big bathtub. Well, actually because of that and because of the power lights of the emergency light set on the wall above the bathtub. Rachel had told him that those little red lights were the eyes of a basilisk living in their pipes like in Harry Potter movie, and there had been no way to reassure him.
She smiled as soon as she closed the door, looking at him as he turned on the tap starting to fill the bathtub and then around at the little candles lighting the room, wondering when he had done that. He was not a romantic man. Well, not in an usual way... He was everything but banal and ordinary... and for sure he still was the most extraordinary man she had ever known.
"One of the magic baths of yours?" She asked as a mischievous smile played on her lips.
He just turned toward her looking at her with a piercing look as she rested her backside against the sink. She smiled as he approached her again. Her eyes followed the move of his hands as he finished to unbutton his shirt, letting it slip along his arms and then tossing it on the floor.
"It looks like we have to reschedule our plan for tonight" He said, resting his hands on her hips and pulling her closer to him.
"Every plan in which you don't wear your shirt is ok for me" She replied with a mischievous smile, tracing the muscles of his chest with her fingers and then putting her arms around his neck, standing on her tiptoes and finding his lips.
He caught a glimpse of them in the mirror above the sink as his lips left hers and moved on her neck, kissing her behind her ear as she bend her head lingering in that kiss. His fingers touched the soft curls falling on her bare shoulder, then beginning to unbutton the row of little buttons on her back. His lips didn't leave her skin while her wedding dress pooled at her feet, and his fingers focused their attention on the clasp of her silk bra, unclasping it and letting it fall on the floor together with her dress, leaving her just in her white silk panties. She moaned as he found her nipple, teasing it with his tongue and then sucking on it. Softly at first, then harder, making her gasp and grasp the hair on the back of his head. He didn't let go of her, still teasing her breast as his fingers found the hem of her panties, running a finger under it but not lowering them. She opened her eyes as soon as his mouth left her breast and she looked down at him as he knelt in front of her tracing a row of wet kisses from her breast to her belly, stopping right on the hem of her panties. Both his hand moved on her hips and his fingers slipped under the hem of her panties, this time lowering them slowly along her legs. She met his gaze just for a second before her eyes shut closed at the feeling of his mouth on her. One hand grasp his hair again and the other one reached for the sink behind her for support as her legs weakened. His mouth driving her in a parallel dimension as all she could do was biting hard on her lower lip trying to contain her own moans.
"Oh my God..." She moaned on his mouth as soon as his mouth found hers again, his arms wrapping her waist to steady her against himself.
Her hands found the trousers of his tuxedo, unzipping them and letting them fall along his legs together with his boxers as he took off his shoes. He didn't leave her lips as he leaded her toward the bathtub, checking the water and then plunging in the hot water with her. He guided her on top of him and she found her mouth again as she straddled him, looking into his eyes as she lowered herself on him, savouring every inch of him. They both moaned in each other mouth at that sensation, and they clang more in each other arms. He still wondered how the feeling of being inside her could be every time so overwhelming. He never had enough of her. He always knew that there was a psychological component of his pain. As much there was a psychological component of his pleasure. And making love with her was definitely not just sex. Her pleasure always amplified his, sometimes making it almost unbearable. Even more now, after that they had teased each other all the evening, every time they were alone and safe from prying eyes. And all he wanted now was to hear her moaning his name together with God's one. His hands stroked the wet skin of her back, favouring the pace of her hips, then moving down to cup her butt with one hand as the other one teased the line between her buttocks with the tip of his fingers. He knew by heart every inch of her body... even the little erogenous spot. Her legs trembled as soon as his fingers moved a little further between her buttocks and her folders suddenly clenched around him. A 'fuck!' escaped House's mouth at that feeling and he couldn't restrain himself as his hand left her butt to grasp her hair, keeping her mouth glued to his so all she could do was moan on his mouth, easing his moans at the same time.
She smiled on his lips resting her forehead on his and biting her lip again and trying to steady her laboured breathing.
"I love you" He whispered as soon as an enough amount of blood reached his brain again, still holding her in his arm, as she smiled again on his lips.
She brushed his lips, kissing him softly one more time, then turning and sitting between his legs, resting the back of her head against his chest as he kissed her hair and rested in turn his chin on the top of her head. They just stayed there, just savouring the fact of being in each other's arms. House's arms wrapped around Cuddy's body and their fingers intertwined together, as he absently played with the two rings on her finger and she with the one on his.
The seven levels of hypocrisy. What an idiot! He wanted her, and being hers, nothing more. There were no lies, no falsehood, no simulation. The only simulation in his relationship with her had been trying to convince himself that she wasn't the love of his life.
"You know you married an idiot, right?" He whispered still fiddling with her wedding ring.
She chuckled, turning her head to look at him as he kissed her temple.
"Why are you saying this?" She asked, locking eyes with him as he softly kissed her lips.
He didn't answer, just lingering on her lips as one of his hands cupped her cheek and his tongue found hers, deepening that kiss. His hand moved down her neck and even down to caress her breast, then going down stopping between her legs. His thumb stroked her most sensitive spot as his index slipped inside her and his middle finger teased her perineum, making her moan in his mouth. She couldn't tell if she was more aroused by the ministration of his fingers or by the feeling of his erection pressing on her lower back. And the bare thought of where she wanted him in that moment was almost enough to -
"Mommy?"
They both stop breathing at their child's voice echoing in the hallway, their eyes suddenly meeting. She gave him a half-guilty half-uncomfortable look as soon as they heard Gregory's voice again and the sound of his naked feet on the wooden floor as he looked for them in their bedroom. She sighed and stroked his stubble as he rolled his eyes, then watching her naked body exiting the bathtub and disappearing from his view under the terrycloth of her bathrobe. She bent down to kiss his lips softly again, then biting her lower lip as a half smile played on her face at the 'daddy?' that echoed again, just a few feet from that door.
"Gimme a minute," He said as her eyebrows raised and her eyes glared at him "- to fix this mess" He added with a mischievous smile as she ran her tongue on her lips, then smiling and biting her lip again, shaking her head.
...
"I know you're there" She said, feeling his gaze on her but not turning to look at him "And it's kind of creepy, House, so stop it" She added.
"I like watching my wife sleeping with another guy on our wedding night" He said, approaching the bed and turning around it so he could face her despite the dim light of the room.
"This sounds creepy too" She said as this time a smile played on her lips.
"As creepy as me being up for a threesome?" He asked her with a smirk, sitting down on the bed and slipping under the covers as she rolled her eyes at him.
Her hand found his cheek as he bent down to find her lips in a sweet kiss, though lingering on them enough for her to let out a small moan. She smiled at the feeling of his hand on her hip and opened her eyes to catch his gaze.
"The worst threesome ever?" She teased, her thumb still stroking his stubble as his hand slipped under the fabric of her panties to cup her butt.
He let out a small laugh, giving her ass a little squeeze and then kissing her lightly again.
"The best one" He replied, smiling, leaving her lips to kiss Gregory's soft and warm cheek and then resting his head on the pillow, savouring the feeling of their son's body nestled between them.
Wilson's last words echoed in his mind.
'Give happiness a chance'
Happiness.
Happiness never comes alone. It's overwhelming and addictive. And yet, it's fleeting, like a flap of wings. And as soon as you realize how much happy you are, how addicted you are to it, you realize you can't allow yourself to lose it.
In that bare moment you can turn happiness into worry and concern... or... you can just surrender to it, and live it.
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THE END
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Many thanks to all of you that still support me. I'll never stop thanking you for that and for the smiles your reviews always give me. Thanks MissVengerberg, for urging me to write an epilogue I didn't plan on writing. So, thank her if you liked it, blame her if you didn't! LOL!
See ya in the next fanfiction! (Yeah, Caliana, it's "Daddy") ;)