Celeste

I haven't written smut in a whole year or something like that so please bear with me, though I must admit that as soon as I started typing I already knew how the scene was going to be. It was like I already knew every little thing. So, here's the hardcore Huddy chapter I had promised and the M-rated stuff ;)

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Chapter 7

"How was work?" Cuddy asked, playing with her chopsticks. House looked away from his plate.

"My boss is kind of the ultimate pain in the ass, but everything went well." He replied with a smirk. Cuddy glared at him before stealing one of his shrimp from his plate. She gave him a wicked smile before chewing on that shrimp.

"I met Celeste." Cuddy said after swallowing her food. "She came to the hospital looking for antiemetics for her father. Nurse Brenda brought her to me and… we talked." She explained with a smile. "We're having lunch together tomorrow."

"That's… good." He commented.

"Do you mean that?" she asked him, putting down her plate on the coffee table and sitting closer to him on the couch.

"Yup…" he nodded, wrapping an arm around Cuddy's shoulder. She smiled at him and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Do you think Mr. Thompson will make it in the end?" she asked. House looked down at her. "As far as I know his symptoms have developed quite fast and the trail might be a total waste of time for him. And what if it doesn't work?"

"Huntington's can be a total bitch. Thirteen has no symptoms yet, but I had a patient a few years back that had developed its first symptoms when he was 20. There is no way of knowing how long it's going to take for the illness to become unbearable and even then, I don't know what Mr. Thompson wants to do." House said. Cuddy sighed.

"Celeste looks so much like me." She commented after a while. "When I first looked at her, I was so scared. She stood there in front of me and I couldn't say a word. It was awkward but in the end we managed to talk a little."

"I'm sure it's going to be alright." House said kissing the crown of her head. She smiled, locking her eyes with his.

"Can I have one more of your shrimp?" Cuddy asked grabbing one of her chopsticks and waving it to House. He chuckled and nodded. She grinned and stuck the chopstick into the shrimp.

"That's not how a chopstick should be used, you know that?" House asked amused by her actions.

"Shut up and eat!" Cuddy said, offering him half of the shrimp before pecking his lips. She took the plate in her hand and sat back next to House.

They ate together, using the chopstick in their savage-like way till both of them were too full to handle anything else.

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"I've missed this." Cuddy murmured standing so close to House she could feel his breath on her cheek, right before he pressed his lips hungrily against hers. As she gently yet needy bit his bottom lip, they immediately opened their mouths in unison, gently letting their tongues intertwine. Cuddy moaned, followed soon after by a groan from House.

With all the other men Cuddy had been with it had always been a desperate need for release. She was simply looking for someone who could fulfill a woman's needs. Harsh kisses, fast and hard movements, pure lust but no Passion with capital P. She had felt good every single time during and after sex; there was no way she would have ever let a man leave her to the prospect of a cold shower or to take matters into, quite literally, her own hands.
But as far as Cuddy recalled, she had never been with someone she truly loved. Not even back then, 16 years before Celeste was conceived. House and her were young and possibly drunk out of their asses, It had been a night of mutual release of tension. There had been lust, Cuddy had to admit, but not Passion.

Now, as House kissed her with such need, passion and love she couldn't help the tears forming in her eyes. She was overwhelmed by all those feelings and sensations.

He pulled gently away from the kiss, feeling her stiffen a little against his chest. He looked up at her and rested his forehead against hers.

"Hey..." he murmured.

"I'm sorry, it's just..." she started but stopped herself as a sob escaped from her lips and shook her tiny shoulders. "So many things have changed since the other day and I'm..." she sobbed again.

"Cuddy, it's okay to feel a bit overwhelmed." he replied kissing her softly. Cuddy immediately leaned onto him and pulled him even closer by circling her arms around his neck. She felt his arms moved down towards the small of her back and she relaxed a little.

"I'm sorry I'm being the ultimate cock-block tonight" she said sniffling softly, moving her head to rest in the crook of his neck. House chuckled, his head coming to rest on hers. He inhaled the scent of her and closed his eyes.

"You're not blocking anything." he said. "We promised to each other we're giving this a try and we're going to try our best at this relationship, which means that I'm here to support you through everything." he spoke softly, surprising Cuddy a little. She lifted her head up from her new favorite spot and looked into his eyes. She saw nothing but sincerity and what she supposed was love on his face through the fresh tears falling on her cheeks. She wiped them away with her left hand while the other rested on his shoulder.

Cuddy pecked his lips and leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and hugging him tightly, never wanting to move from that position, letting her head fall to his shoulder, sighing contently.

After a good minute, Cuddy let him go and House gently untangled himself from her arms, taking her hand in his. He walked towards his bedroom, Cuddy trailing after him. They sat on the edge of the bed, side by side . She relaxed against his side, her head once again on his shoulder, as his arm circled her back, hand resting on her hip.

"Why is our history so complicated?" Cuddy asked under her breath. "I mean, look at our history. We've been running around in circles for 17 years and only now we're coming to the conclusion that we should give this a chance. We have a daughter, House, who we barely know and who doesn't even know about you and your role in her life." she continued, turning slightly to face him. "What if we screw everything up, House?" she paused. "If we do, we have nothing left." House stared at her for a while before his hand moved to her face, caressing her cheek and drawing her towards him. Their lips barely had the time to touch when he deepened the kiss.

"I want this Cuddy" he whispered in that throaty voice of his. "I want this more that I have ever realized before." he continued, kissing her lips one more time.

"This will work." Cuddy said, suddenly feeling her fears fade away. "It will." she repeated almost beaming, looking straight into his eyes.

She grabbed his face with both her hands and pulled him into a heated kiss, pressing her chest against his. Feeling her curves pressed against him, House slowly pulled her onto his lap, her legs on either side of his. He gently kissed down her neck, leaving butterfly kissed along her neck and collarbone, sucking lightly in the most hidden zones, expecting Cuddy to yell at him for leaving hickeys in inappropriate places. Cuddy's mouth opened in pleasure as she moaned and panted. He let his hand wander up her sides, feeling the fabric of the blouse and stroked her shoulder, then her arms. She arched her back, her ass pressing against his thighs, her pelvis against his hips. House sucked in a breath at the pressure and friction Cuddy's body was giving him.

Their lips never separated as she started loosening his belt, while he moved his hands to her chest, cupping her through the blouse. Cuddy moaned into his mouth and deepened the kiss, letting her tongue once again mingle with his. He rapidly got rid of her blouse and she did the same to his T-shirt. His arms wrapped around her and he gently laid her down onto the bed. His broad chest pressed against her soft yet firm curves and House couldn't resist any longer. He greedily kissed the exposed skin of her breasts before unclasping the bra, mentally thanking Cuddy for wearing that bra. He covered her breasts in kisses and gentle licks.

Cuddy's legs wrapped around his hips as she cradled his head in her hands and urged him to continue his ministrations. The feeling of him focusing solely on her pleasure was sending her over the edge. Her hands moved south, finally allowing them to rest on his hips and descending then to his muscular ass. She squeezed him and chuckled and as a reply he bit her, causing Cuddy to whimper in pleasure.

Her hands started tugging his jeans down, helping herself with her legs and feet.

"Chill, monkey." House murmured grinning. Cuddy huffed impatiently as he stood up and let his trousers fall to the floor. In the meanwhile Cuddy had finally removed her skirt and was staring at him with a small smile on her face. She felt good, wanted and… loved. She felt Passion drawing her to him and it was a safe bet to say House felt the same.

As soon as Cuddy felt his hand palming her over her underwear, she gasped out, unable to believe how good a simple touch from him could feel. He gently rubbed the pad of his thumb across her slit, enjoying every gasp and moan. Cuddy's hands moved to his shoulders, her nails scraping the skin. Mouth against mouth, roaming hands.

She pulled him even closer, bare skin met bare skin and they both moaned at the feeling. She thrust her pelvis against his hand, asking for more contact. Her last item of clothing was now hanging around her left ankle; she soon discarded it by kicking it off.

His mouth moved down, tracing a path from her mouth, down to her neck, collarbone, breast, belly button and finally it reached its final destination. He licked her in her most intimate place. Cuddy felt herself let go, chills running down her spine. Her arms went above her head, her hands now grasping the sheets. She felt him smile against her heated skin and moaned loudly.

He wanted her just as much as she wanted him. He was pleasuring her in every way he could think of and the only thought of having her trembling in pleasure under his hands was enough to have him shudder in ecstasy. She was his now. And he was hers only.

Her breathing picked up as he slid two fingers inside of her. Her back arched, her mouth hung open as she panted. Cuddy felt him move between her thighs, the loss of contact made her whimper but soon he was hovering over her, his lips crashing against hers. The feeling of their heated and sweaty naked bodies against one another was overwhelming to say the least.

"I need you so much…" House mumbled.

He slowly pushed into her. Cuddy threw her head back while House's head rested between her shoulder and neck as they gasped in unison.

Both had the same feeling of finally being complete, of finally having found something or someone worth the long wait. Nothing was amiss in that moment.

They started a slow and careful rhythm, loving and enjoying every single moment of their sensual dance. Caresses and feather like kisses were soon left behind feeling the pressure building and House picked up the speed. She moaned his name in between thrusts, her hands roaming his broad back. His hand reached down and gently rubbed her clit with one hand, the other paying its attention to her firm breasts. Cuddy felt that tingling sensation building in her stomach and she couldn't recall it feeling so good. As she felt her lover's hand move to her clit she moaned loudly, knowing she could not hold on any longer.

Suddenly Cuddy halted, sucking in a breath and House knew she was extremely close to her climax, but wanted to hold on for him. When her inner walls started clamping around him, he kissed her with as much fervor as he could muster.

"Let yourself go…" he murmured against her lips as he thrust one more time, hips slamming against hers.

"Oh god…" she screamed, her mouth looking hungrily for his.

She felt a single tear falling from her closed eyes from the feeling of pure ecstasy that was radiating from inside her. She felt complete, fulfilled but most of all she felt desired and loved. She had never thought it would have been like this with House; it had been completely different from their one night stand at college.

As she screamed his name she felt him let go as well. They both gradually came down from their mutual highs; him gently lying on top of her before sliding to her side. She gasped when he slid out of her and kissed her sweetly on the lips. House felt her smile against his lips, he opened his eyes and looked at her. Her eyes were still closed, her cheeks rosy. A wide smile graced her lips and he couldn't suppress the urge to touch those lips with his thumb before lifting her chin to kiss her one more time. Cuddy opened her eyes and looked up at him still smiling.

No words were needed between either of them. Cuddy laid her head on his chest and sighed content. House lifted the covers as she snuggled against his side. His arms wrapped around her in a loose yet safe hug. They fell asleep soon after, lulled by their breathing.