Remy climbed onto the bed, nervously. Yet, their smiles reassured her. Moving between them, the older couple helped her climb under the covers. Remy smiled at them both, feeling a little apprehensive.
Sitting next to the girl, Cuddy could see the girl's obvious worry. "Relax Remy," Cuddy urged, gently. She smiled when she noticed House staring at the girl fondly. Cupping the girl's cheeks, she brought Remy's attention back to her. "Tell us what you need baby."
Remy could see the devotion in Cuddy's eyes, but she didn't know how to explain. She didn't want to be the one in control. She didn't want to be making the decisions. She bit her bottom lip, trying to form the words. "I don't know," she whispered, brokenly.
After silently observing, House decided it was time to get involved. "Come here," he urged, pulling Remy closer to him. He positioned them on their sides, both facing Cuddy. One arm under her neck, he let his other hug her close against him. "Better?" he asked, his breath warm against her neck.
Remy smiled and nodded. Seeing Cuddy's gaze intensely focused on her, she blushed shyly. However House's gruff gestures, had managed to set her mind at ease. Intertwining her fingers with Cuddy's, she grinned.
Cuddy laughed gently, at the childlike gesture. She kept her hands loose in the girls, letting her play with her fingers, as she liked. She looked over at House, amazed at the look of adoration he had. His gaze seemed to penetrate her. She gave him a look, telling him to knock it off.
House just smirked at Cuddy, as he rested his head against Remy's. "Whatcha doing kiddo?" he asked. Being House, he didn't really care what she was doing, but someone needed to get things rolling.
Remy just shrugged, continuing to play with Cuddy's hands. She looked up, only to find Cuddy watching her, curiously. "Hi," she said, shyly. She wasn't sure why she was so enamored with the older woman. She tried to hide her face against House's arm, as her fingers stilled.
Cuddy rolled her eyes, teasingly. Lying down, she scooted closer until she could touch foreheads with the girl. "Hi," Cuddy grinned, mocking Remy's earlier greeting. She laughed playfully, as the girl looked at her slightly embarrassed. Getting serious, Cuddy brought a hand up to the girl's cheek. "We can just sleep if you want," she urged, not wanting to pressure Remy.
Remy bit her bottom lip, internally debating. Shaking her head no, she lowered her gaze embarrassed. It was so hard to admit what she wanted. The things that she needed, Cuddy would more than gladly give her, but her own fears clouded her judgment.
House seemed to catch on first. Rubbing a hand along Remy's hip, he dropped down to kiss her neck gently. He felt the girl gasp and cracked a smile. Meeting Cuddy's gaze, he saw the realization wash over her. Remy just wanted attention.
"Remy," Cuddy chided. Shaking her head at the girl, she laughed good-naturedly. Cupping the girls face with her hands, she gently brushed her lips across Remy's. Pulling back to see the girl's reaction, she smiled warmly. "Much better," she cooed, seeing the girl's eyes lazily flutter open.
Remy's hands instantly reached for Cuddy's shirt, wanting to pull the woman close again. Cuddy's lips had felt amazing. She wanted more. She was vaguely aware of House's moist kissing making trails up and down her neck. The warm heat sent shivers down her spine.
Feeling Remy shiver, House couldn't help his snicker. Slipping his tongue between his lips, he let it travel the length of her neck. Hearing her moan softly, he began to suck on her neck. Moving from time to time, he made sure that he never sucked hard enough to leave marks.
Cuddy's lips once again, pressed against Remy's. Their kisses were soft and gentle, a contrast to House's scruffy love bites. Cuddy teased Remy's lips with her own, coaxing the girl into a playful game. Containing herself no longer, Cuddy slid her tongue against Remy's bottom lip.
Remy couldn't stop the whimper that escaped her lips, as Cuddy's tongue stroked against them. Her hands clutched to the older woman's top, as she tried to pull her closer. She scrunched her eyes shut, trying to hide the tears that were forming. The feeling of arousal meeting with the raw need was overwhelming. She needed them, but the pain she had kept hidden for so long was surfacing.
House continued to pay lavish attention to the creamy skin of Remy's neck. His hand that had been clutching to her thigh, moved under her shirt and onto her belly. Rubbing the warm heat he found there, he let his hand linger against her toned stomach.
"Honey," Cuddy said, pulling back. She could tell the difference in Remy's kisses, as the pain became unbearable. "We're not going anywhere," she tried to assure. Stroking the girl's face, she tried to convey how much love she felt towards her. "Let me help you," she said, begging the girl to open up to her.
Remy nodded and pulled Cuddy into a hug. Clinging to her long after they parted, she began to cry. Tears swarmed down her face, as the pain continued to surface. "I'm sorry," she gasped, between sobs.
Cuddy shook her head no. "You don't have anything to be sorry for," she said, almost sounding angry. She couldn't believe that Remy would think she was doing anything wrong. What had her so vulnerable and weak? Sharing a concerned look with House, she began to speak again, "Tell me how to help baby, tell me how to make it better."
House's kisses became gentle once more. He made sure that Remy was securely resting against him, as he continued to rub his hand against her stomach. His left hand hugged her tighter, offering her any security he could while she cried.
Remy noticed that Cuddy was near tears herself. She needed Cuddy, in ways that confused even her. House's warm embrace seemed to help, his strength made the words easier to speak. "I need you," she whispered, "I just need you to love me-" Her tears started again, too scared to finish the though.
"Tell me," Cuddy said, firmly. As soon as she had realized what Remy was asking for, she understood the whole situation. "I'll give you all the love you need sweetheart, but you gotta say it. It won't make it better if you don't."
"Love me mama," the girl pleaded, sobbing painfully in House's arms. She felt his grip on her tighten and was thankful for the comfort. Glancing up at Cuddy, she saw the proud look on the woman's face. She barely had time to notice it, as Cuddy's lips crashed against hers once more.
Moving her tongue skillfully into the other woman's mouth, Cuddy closed her eyes and enjoyed their connection. She could feel the pride swell inside herself, at the way Remy saw her. No longer was she Dean of Medicine, here she could relax and be herself.
House let his hands roam freely against the girl's body, slowly making his way up to her chest. He didn't want to scare her, but the intensity of the situation made the progression seem natural. As his thumb brushed against the underside of her breast, he waited for a reaction. When she didn't protest, he cupped her breast in his hand.
Remy whimpered into Cuddy's mouth, enjoying the feelings the older woman was creating. Her tears still ran freely, but they no longer elicited the painful sobs. Cuddy's hands were all over her, creating explosive reactions everywhere they touched. Her own hands stayed still, one hugging House's arm against her chest, the other clutching on to Cuddy's hip. She was afraid that if she let go, they would disappear.