"'No' you can't start feeling guilty or reasonable about this yet. My leg is going to hurt like hell in a while and it's worth it because that was just the most amazing experience I've possibly ever had with someone alive, and you don't get undermine it before my afterglow is gone, so…" Cuddy lifted her brows at him, which he of course didn't see, and then smiled. His ranting was absolutely adorable, not that he'd see it that way, but it was. It meant that this had meant something to him, and that meant the world for her. So she shut her eyes and continued to smooth his hair.

"Shut up, lay down" she said and pointed to her couch before grabbing his jeans from the ground and starting to search his Vicodins. He kissed her on the top of her head and limped to the couch. (CH2)

House watched Cuddy sleep. She had given him his pills and even a glass of water to take them with. After taking them he had snatched her from her hips and pulled her on him before placing them so that she was laying in his arms between him and the couch's back. Cuddy had tried to protest, but he hadn't given in.

"For crying out loud, House!"

"You were, just a minute ago" he grinned down at her.

"Ugh. We should get our clothes on. You should get going, I…" she glanced at her desk and sighed. "Should do some major cleaning up."

"Clothes are overrated."

"Seriously. We could get sick, running naked like this" she smiled up to him.

"We're not running, perfectly safe" he retorted, not affected by her use of his earlier words.

"Fine" Cuddy rolled her eyes and placed her head on his chest.

It had been a half an hour, hour at the most, since she had fell asleep. He hated to wake her, but they really needed to get moving. And it was getting a bit chilly.

"Hey" he whispered and moved her dark curls away from her forehead. He got moaning as an answer. House chuckled. "C'mon Cuddly-Cuddy. We need to get dressed."

"You said that clothes are overrated" she said, still keeping her eyes shut.

"I did, and they are, but…" he didn't know what to say. He didn't want to leave the couch either, but there was something telling him that sharing aftertime with your boss on her couch was something not to be prolonged more than necessary.

"Oh fine" she gave in and opened her eyes.

"Hello sunshine" he said and kissed her lightly on the lips.

"This is so weird."

"What?"

"Us. Laying on my couch, after…" she nodded towards her desk.

He hadn't even thought about it, but yeah. It was weird. It was everything that a man could, and would, dream about. Except if the man happened to be Greg House. Sure he had dreamt about her naked, and maybe something more, every now and then, but the fact that this, showing affection, felt normal, was a sign that everything wasn't normal.

"I know."

They kept silent for awhile before he got enough. "Out with it."

"Out with what?"

"What is it that you're turning over and over in that pretty little head of yours? I can hear the wheels turning."

She looked like a scared kitten for a second before she gathered her voice and asked "Was this it?"

"Was this what?" He asked confused.

"Was this "the time". You know. The time that has to happen because it has been coming for so long, but after that everything kinda falls into place again, and thought things aren't exactly the same, they haven't really changed that much" she looked up to him and her eyes were pleading without her knowing it. House looked into them and made a decision for himself.

"As long as you want this going on, it's staying on" he said and kissed her. She was hesitating for a split second, but after that the answer was sweet and deep.

Cuddy's lips were soft and full. A bit like a marshmallow, except that these were especially slick. They melted against House's lips and he nibbled and sucked them before urging her lips apart with his tongue. It was met by hers and they slid against each other. Scraping the teeth, the tongue, tickling the palate. While his other arm was still around her, his other arm started stroking her hip, buttocks, lower back, getting moans and little cries of acceptation from her. Hers was doing the same thing and he grunt as her hand stopped to his ass and squeezed it.

"I've been waiting a long time to do that" she breathed before kissing him again.

"You're more than welcome to do it any time you want, honey"

"That's the second time you've called me that. Keep it going."

"Your word…"

And then there were no words, just little moans and cries from both of them. And then a deep groan as Cuddy squeezed something else.

"Cuddy…"

"If I remember correctly, you did some great things with your fingers a not so long time ago. I'm planning on showing you, that being buried in this office hasn't eaten my skills" she grinned and put her mouth back on the mark she had left on him earlier, licking and nibbling it so that it became red and more clearer again.

He felt a pinch in his chest, thinking about where and how she had exactly gathered those skills. And with whom. He stopped thinking it when she showed how skilful she really was.

Cuddy's fingers wrapped around him and he twitched and gasped at the sensation of his heat wrapped inside the cool fingers. House kept one arm wrapped around her and with another hand started playing with her breast, drawing circles on her delicate skin and teasing the nipple. She started moving her hand, pumping him gently and placing kisses on his throat. He buried his head in her hair when her thumb brushed his head. He lifted his head to see her as she let go of him to first lick her fingers and then starting up again. The pumping grew faster and he hold her tight with his hands on her ass and breast. Cuddy's fingers were slick and slid easily on him as she teased and pumped, let go and pumped again. House groaned in her hair and felt his breathing growing more shallow. The stars started gathering behind his eyes when he felt her lips on his nipple and her grip coming firmer. It took all his willpower to do so, but he managed to move his hand from her breast to her hand and make her let go of him. She looked up confused.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing" he panted and hold on to her hand. She had got him even more harder than he had been on the desk, and he wasn't planning on wasting it on his release when she was there next to him. He wanted to come all over the couch he could do that at home. "Get up."

"What?" She had no idea what was his point. He obviously wanted her, so what, he planned to stop now?

"C'mon, sit up."

Cuddy did as she was told and after awkwardly sitting up House moved so that they were both sitting. Then he took her by her hips and lifted to sit on his thighs. The right one didn't take the situation all too well, but the last Vicodins were still carrying their charm, so it wasn't as bad as it could've been. It seemed that his plan had opened to her too for her eyes started sparkling again and her lips curled into a beautiful smile. Next her lips were on his as she started kissing him while his hands came to rest on her buttocks. After a minute or two Cuddy lifted herself so that he was right under her opening and their lips parted as she sat down, taking him the whole way in. She gasped and he groaned for the sensation. He was ready to pop in any minute and her slick and warm walls around him were driving him even closer to the release.

Their lips crashed together and they started moving, the rhythm going from zero to hundred in seconds. Cuddy felt more full than ever and she was positive that he was growing bigger and bigger inside her. House broke the kiss and buried his head to her breasts that were bouncing in front of his eyes, kissing, nibbling and sucking, which made Cuddy pant and wrap her hands around his neck in order to stay where she was. They were totally lost in their own world and came crashing down when the worst possible thing to happen, happened.

"Cuddy?" Heard Wilson's voice and a knock on the door.

House bit his lip to smother a flow of curses that went through his mind. Cuddy had freeze to the spot and her hold on his neck had came more stable as she had turned to look at the door. She looked back to him, her eyes widened and the passion replaced with fear of getting caught by the moralkeeper. She looked like she was going to shout something to him and House put his hand to her mouth and another to her hip to keep her still. He looked straight into her eyes, trying to reassure her.

"Cuddy? You there?" Wilson's voice came again and both the voice and the knock were louder than the first time.

House moved a little which would've made Cuddy gasp if his hand hadn't been on her mouth. He took it away and she whispered "We can't do this."

He moved so that their bodies were together and wrapped his arms around her. "Yes we can" he whispered to her ear and moved his hips. She started moving again to keep the friction where she wanted it, burying her head to his neck to keep quiet.

"Cuddy!" Was Wilson's last try before they heard, or assumed, that he left.

"Greg" she cried and hold on to him as if she would drown if she'd let go. She ride him closer and closer, panting and grunting. He felt like exploding and felt her tremble as she was getting there too.

"Cuddy, honey" he said before she let out a cry and bit her lips to his shoulder when the climax hit her, the whole world coming full of snow behind her eyelids. Her walls pumped him to the end so that it took him one more lift of hips before falling apart, clutching to her while giving all he had left from their earlier rendezvous.

"What am I gonna do with you?" Her voice was quiet as their heartbeats started slowing back to normal.

"This seems like a way to go" he answered and pulled her hair gently so that she lifted her head to meet his eyes. She chuckled and kissed him again, deep.

"You need to get going. And you know what I mean" she said glaring at his grin.

"Yeah, so much things to write a memo about. The nurses need to know that they can start cashing their bets."

A/N: So, I was asked to write couchaction and I did. It became a bit more smuttier and I predicted, and it's mostly from House's POV this time. As always, I hope you like, I hope you tell me if you didn't and preferably even if you did. Keep the graces and crtitic coming. And to those who have already done so; Thank you thank you thank you, I love you all. And I'm amazed that there's people who've put my story to their favourites. You make me really happy 3

P.S There shouldn't be as much writing errors than last time seeing how it's now 3 pm, not am like then )