AN: Sooooooooooo, this is my first attempt at smut. Go easy on me, let me know if it sucks. please. I'm pretty sure there's one more chapter left in this story. yeah, yeah, yeah, i keep saying that, but this time i mean it. But it could very well end here, let me know if you want me to continue it, otherwise i'll end it here. (and that's not an ultimatum just a more factual type thing.) anyways, as always, unbeta'd, mistakes are my own, etc. etc. enjoy.


When Cuddy arrived home it was nearly 6 in the evening. Her day out with Rachel had been exactly what she needed. She had quality time with her daughter, met up with mother's going through the same things she was (even though some did have the holier than thou act on, because they weren't working mom's), and had some time away from the stress of her job. She entered her home and was bombarded with array of aromas. They were soft, rich, warm scents that invaded her and made her tipsy with want. House knew what he was doing, she thought to herself. She carried Rachel into the kitchen with her to check on House and the meal.
"What are you making?" she asked.

"You'll find out eventually."

"Fine, have it your way."

"I usually do."

She scoffed at him then asked, "Can I help?"

"Not with the poop machine in your arms."

"I can put her down you know."

"Taste this," he said dismissing her request to help him and instead he stuffed a warm piece of chopped roasted potato in her mouth.

She was caught off guard and her faced reflected her discomfort brought on by his uncouth demeanor but it melded into one of extreme pleasure as her tongue swirled the flavor in her palate.

"Oh my God," she moaned. "What is this?"

"The reason I'm not letting you help. Go play with your kid, I'll let you know when I'm done." He flashed her a smile. "If you really wanna do something you can get plates set up or something."

"Fine," she smiled back at him. "I'll be in the other room with Rachel."

House continued cooking, whizzing around her kitchen as if it were a second home. He felt odd when he thought of how comfortable he was in her home but didn't want to think too much of it. He finished up the 3 dishes he was preparing just for her and called her into the dining room.

"Is it ready?"

"No, I just like telling you it is and calling you in here for fun," his voice oozing sarcasm.

"Do you care where I sit?" she said as she deposited Rachel in her highchair much as she did the night before.

"Nope."

"So what are we having?" she asked.

He was still moving back and forth between the rooms when she asked him. He paused his action setting a plate in front of her, only to return to the kitchen to grab his plate and their drinks. He sat down in the seat across from her.

"Has Rachel eaten?" he asked void of emotion.

"What?" she asked astonished. He had called her by her name. Not only that but he asked if her needs were being met. Maybe House didn't want to be her father, but Cuddy almost thought she could see House beginning to care for Rachel, though he'd never admit it in a thousand years, and she wouldn't tell him this either.

"Has the kid eaten?"

"Uh, not really, she had some snacks earlier…"

"There are some cut bananas in the kitchen and other stuff. You can get it if you want."

"Thanks." Cuddy got up from her seat and grabbed the little plate that was sitting next to her stove with an array of food meant for a toddler on it. Cuddy's heart melted at the sight. Cuddy came back to the dining room and put the plate in front of Rachel.

"So how many more times do I have to ask you before you tell me what we're having?"

"Chopped roasted rosemary red potatoes, grilled asparagus, and pita bread stuffed with roasted vegetables and hummus. Dig in."

She took a bit of the potatoes she had tried earlier and nearly died and went to Heaven. She'd had potatoes similar to these before, but 'How did he make the flavors so rich?' she thought to herself. Everything she tried was amazing. It was light, but so warm and decedent. The way the veggies were grilled evoked a warm sensuality that contrasted the lightness of the hummus and pita perfectly.

"This is amazing."

"I know."

"Thank you for doing this House."

"I'm a better cook than you are, it only made sense." He said playfully trying to deflect the sincerity in her compliment to him.

"So, we're dating now." He said, he couldn't tell if it came out as a question or a statement.

"Does that freak you out?"

"No more than venereal diseases."

"What does that mean?"

"So no hookers?"

"You're not serious."

"No. Any other rules?"

"House I'm not trying to limit you or restrict your life. I'm just trying to have something with you."

He nodded his understanding and continued eating. The finished up their meal and talked a bit more. Nothing personal or serious but enjoyable. House turned his attention away from Cuddy only to notice Rachel in her high chair.

"She's out." He said bluntly.

"What?"

"The kid, she's asleep." Both of their attentions turned to a sleeping Rachel in her highchair. She had fallen asleep at some point during the meal and was out like a light.

"Probably food induced. You gave her a lot options, which apparently she liked cause her plate is empty."

"Yeah, well."

"I'll put her in her crib."

"I'll bring out the dessert."

"Dessert?"

"That's what I said isn't it?" he said in a 'duh' tone.

Cuddy changed Rachel's diaper, clothes, kissed her forehead, and laid her in her crib. She looked down at her sleeping child and said goodnight. Before she left the room, she kissed her daughter's forehead once more, and quietly said, "thank you." Rachel was asleep and Cuddy was wide-awake, this night might turn out the way she had intended last night to after all.

When Cuddy returned to the dining room House was gone. She checked the kitchen and found no sign of him. When she moved to the living room he was there, sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table with the dessert resting on top of it. She moved to sit next to him on the floor.

"This is dessert?" She turned to face him.

"Yup. Pizookie."

"Pizookie?" Cuddy asked.

"You've never had one?"

"No. But there's no way we can finish this, it's huge."

"A giant freshly baked warm chocolate-chip cookie the size of a pizza with cold vanilla ice cream on top. Somehow, I don't think we'll have a problem finishing, at the very least, I won't."

"Where are our plates?"

"You don't eat a pizookie with plates you just dig in."

"Oh."

"Here." House picked up his fork dove it into the cookie, picked up some ice cream with it, and made a path for Cuddy's lips. Cuddy parted her lips and House moved the dessert into her waiting mouth. She groaned with pleasure upon tasting the heavenly concoction.

"Want some more?" he asked.

"mmhmm" she said with cookie still in her mouth.

He made the same motions as before grabbing cookie and ice cream and fed her another bite. She could die right there.

When she finished her second bite she noticed House watching her so intently he hadn't eaten any himself. "Do you want some she asked?"

He nodded his head. She followed House's pattern, cookie and ice cream, and fed him a bite. They continued feeding each other this way until they were both about to explode and the ice cream had all but melted entirely on top of the cookie.

"One last bite." He said to her. She picked up the fork and got him another piece with the ice cream nearly dripping off the fork. She fed him the last bite but on it's way in, what was left of the ice cream dribbled off the fork and into his stubble. Before House could even try to get it off himself Cuddy had her hands on his shoulders and her warm, slick tongue was slowly licking up the remnants of the ice cream. Her eyes met his and he stared at her contentedly.

"Did I get it all?" she asked playfully.

"No you missed a spot. Here." He pointed to his lips.

"For being so cynical, you're ridiculously cheesy." She said quickly before licking his lips clean. He pulled her legs to straddle his lap and things were quickly heating up between them. His hand moved into her hair grasping the soft strands in his fingers as her hands were resting on his face, her thumbs on his cheeks with her fingers on his neck pulling him closer to her.

"House." She moaned wantonly as his lips roamed over the expanse of her neck. His lips were moving over the exposed area on her neck leaving her skin burning with desire. His kisses were searing her clavicle, working their way back up her neck to reach behind her ear. He kissed her hard on the mouth. She received his tongue as hers jutted out into his. He later moved his lips to the tops of her breasts as she began to nibble on his ear. She moaned loudly when he was situated squarely between her chest, licking the expanse of the valley between. "Cuddy, I need you."

He said with lust oozing out of every word. She pulled his face up and kissed him softly and sensually, taking her time in enjoying having him there with her. She disentangled herself from his lap and pulled him by the hand down the hall towards her room.

When they crossed the threshold of her room they resumed their exploration of each other, this time a bit slower, making sure to savor every moment. Cuddy pulled at the bottom of her shirt lifting it over her head as House did the same. He moved to pull them together chest to chest. He put his right hand on her left check and leant down to giver her a soft kiss and he pulled back looking into her eyes, as both his hands found the space where her neck met her shoulders. His hands glided over her shoulders down her back to unclasp her bra. They made their path back to her shoulders and softly pushed the straps down, never breaking eye contact. He moved his hands on her hips and she placed her hands upon his chest feeling the sparse hairs between her fingers. She moved her hands down his chest and made quick work of his pants and briefs. He stepped out of them and did the same to her. They never once broke eye contact while undressing each other. House looked down at Cuddy and brought her face to his for a searing kiss. He held her tightly. And they held each other closely for some time not kissing, or speaking, or even moving, just holding each other in a position more intimate than most lovers will know in a lifetime of passion. He moved them to the bed and laid Cuddy down upon her sheets. He loomed above her and kissed her passionately. He moved his mouth from her soft warm lips and used it to re-acquaint himself with the woman who'd stuck by him for the last 20 years. His mouth found a nipple and he kissed it lovingly, paying it all the attention it deserved, until he moved it to the other one. Tongue laving over the bud between his lips. She moaned appreciatively as the hands she had tangled in his hair encouraged his actions. He moved his ministrations lower and found the soft tuft of hair between her legs. He wanted to thank her for everything that's happened between them over the years, show her how much he appreciated everything she's done for him, and express his desire for her. He dove down between the curls as his tongue lapped at her folds. He took the bundle of nerves at the apex of her heat and suckled it gently. And her breathing became more and more labored. How he knew her body so well and what she wanted without ever having to be asked she might never know, but she knew she never wanted it to stop. He paid loving attention to the space between her legs, kissing and licking and humming his affection for her there. He moved his way back up her stomach, between her breasts, and found her mouth and kissed her softly.

"I need you House. I need you." She sighed into his ear.

"Condoms?" he asked in between the kisses he was laying on her neck.

"Pill." She answered breathily as she tried to muster some semblance of a coherent thought.

And that was all he needed. He slowly guided himself into her little by little, and she was already close to coming undone. When he was all the way in he looked down into her eyes to see the adoration she had always held for him pouring out. She stroked her hands down the sides of his face and started moving her hips letting him know she was ready. He began moving in and out of her as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Their breathing labored and their kisses frantic. She began to nibble on his ear as his breath tickled her neck and pushed her closer to the edge. They moved in one another for an inordinate amount of time making sure to savor every last feeling and pleasure they could. And when she was ready to cascade down the cliff of ecstasy she waited for him so they could take the plunge together. She would always wait for him. And when they did nose-dive off, it was more passionate and stronger than either had anticipated; each one screaming and panting and gasping their appreciation and rapture for the other.

Both spent and tired, they fell asleep together, Cuddy curled on his side and House with his arm under her hugging her closer to him. Neither one knew what was in store for them come tomorrow but if every night ended like this one they'd be okay with not knowing.


AN: So, that last line there was pure cheese, but whatever. Again, I'll end it here, unless you guys what that last chapter i'm thinking up. I hope you enjoyed and let me know your opinion on the smut. like i said it was my first time (no pun intended) and would really appreciate some Con-Crit. Reviews would be lovely. As always, thanks for reading!

Also, also: someone suggested that House call a babysitter for Rachel so they could enjoy their night, but I wanted to try a story where that wasn't needed, where it was possible to have some sort of relationship without the aid of others. Cause what should happen the next time they want to get together but some sort of sitter wasn't available. if house had called a sitter it would set up the pretense that Rachel had to be removed from the situation for them to be able to be together. Hopefully i accomplished that.