Hey guys! Well, here is the latest chapter of Rules of Engagement. I hope you all enjoy it. Also I wanted to let you guys know it may be a little while until I can post the next update because of some RL stuff going on. I have relatives visiting me for at least a week and then some other stuff I have to deal with. So, enjoy this little bit of Huddy and hold tight till the next installment.
Chapter 6
"I can't believe you let House treat you like that and that you're fine with Lisa joining in on his obscene behavior as well." Sam remarked angrily over to Wilson as they sIt beside each other in an corner booth at an all night diner that House has chosen as their dinner place for tonight.
Wilson shrugs his shoulders before placing his right arm behind Sam inside the booth.
"Sam, to be fair, I did tell practically the entire hospital about their relationship when I found out the two of them were dating." Wilson replies to her, truly at peace with the whole incident at the amusement park as it really was a well deserved payback for the gossip he had spread.
Shaking her head, Sam lets out a heated sigh.
"Really James, I just don't understand why you think it's ok for them to treat you the way they do." She mutters under her breath while glancing across the room and to the sign pointing the way to the restrooms where House and Cuddy had just headed off to a few minutes ago.
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"Are you insane?" Cuddy asks with a surprise whisper as she opens up the door to the bathroom stall, finding House standing directly in front of it.
House smirks down at her before he sniffs the air around them.
"Well…since I don't smell a deuce from me lady, I'd say I'm not that crazy at all." He tells her smartly.
Cuddy wrinkles her nose at him.
"You're disgusting. Now get out of my way before someone comes in here and sees you." She tells him, placing her hands on his chest.
However, much to Cuddy's dismay, House is not budging.
"Not so fast my little minx. You got your chance to get off on the roller coaster, now…..it's my turn." He tells her in a low voice while pushing her back slightly into the stall before closing and locking door to the behind them both.
"House, I am not having sex with you in this bathroom." Cuddy whispers up to him adamantly with her jaw set.
Again House smiles.
"Really? Are you that afraid of getting caught? Because you didn't seem too afraid of getting on caught on the roller coaster?" He questions to her, laying down the challenge as he hooks his cane onto the stall door before taking hold of her hips and turning with her inside the small space until his back is now facing the commode with her back now facing the stall door as he closes the lid on the toilet and sits down.
"House, I'm leaving." Cuddy informs him with curt tone, turning her body slightly and getting ready to unlock the stall door when suddenly, a gasp escapes her lips as House's hands take hold of her ass, pulling her body closer to him until the heat of his breath can be felt on her stomach as it sears its way through the light cotton fabric of her dress.
"Not so fast." House warns her in a voice that is filled with a low growl of desire.
Cuddy swallows hard as she looks down at him, his blue eyes looking up at her with that fire in them that has a power to put an ache between her thighs without him even so much as touching her, his lips parting as he speaks to her once more in a low and direct whisper.
"I've had to watch you walking around in the dress for hours now while seeing every red blooded male in that amusement park turn his head to look at you when we passed by them. Knowing that they would have given anything to have a few minutes alone with you just to touch you the way I am now." House starts to say to her as his hands remain on her ass, his fingers now caressing and squeezing the soft round flesh.
He pauses for a moment when he sees her taking in a breath. Realizing that his touch, along with the words he has spoken to her are having just the right effect on her.
"House don't be sillly..." Cuddy starts to softly argue back to him, in truth nearly blushing from the way his is complimenting her right now along with the thrill of his touch.
"Don't paly cute with me, Lisa...you know every man who looked at you today wanted to have sex with you." House tells her in a direct manner as both of his hands now give her ass a firm and possessive squeeze.
Cuddy grips his shoulders as a small gasp escapes her lips, already feeling the warmth of her arousal soaking into the soft lace of her panties becuase of their foreplay of words.
Things shouldn't be like this between them, she tells herself as she remains silent for the moment. The incessant aching. The unbridled urge to have sex with each other as often as they do is something meant for lovers half their age. But….the truth is, they are unlike most couples their age. The intensity and rawness of their attraction to one another, something truly unique in the best kind of way as it sets them apart from most middle aged couples who sooner or later settle into the mundane routines of everyday life.
Taking in a breath Cuddy looks down at House as he remains seated before her, keeping silent for the moment as her hands move on top of his, guiding them down lower onto her body until they reach the hem of her dress.
They don't need to talk right now. Don't need the English language to communicate what her intentions are as House looks into her eyes and starts to gather up the dress she is wearing in his hands. The only noise around them, the steady hum of the fluorescent light above them as he lifts the dress higher, past her thighs and then up to her waist.
Looking up at Cuddy and listening to the sound of her shallow breathing, House feels his mouth go dry. Still amazed that his desire for her is the cause of her being so worked up in so little amount of time. The fact that she's agreed to have sex with him inside this tiny bathroom stall... regardless if they end up getting caught, causing his cock to grow hard in an instant just before he transfers the bunched up material of the dress into Cuddy's hands for her to hold.
He then leans forward, kissing her bare stomach as his hands lower to her panties, his fingers pulling the white lace thong she is wearing down over her toned legs and holding them at her ankles as Cuddy then steps out of them.
With a small smile given to her, House then stuffs the delicate lingerie inside the front pocket of his suit jacket, continuing to look up at Cuddy as his hands reach for the front of his jeans.
He can feel his fingers trembling as he unzips his fly and lifts up. The carnal act that they are getting ready to perform, sending an electric current throughout his entire body as he then pushes his jeans down to his knees, freeing his cock next by just slightly pushing the waistband of his underwear down to his upper thighs.
As House takes in a thready breath of anticipation, Cuddy carefully straddles him inside the small confines of the stall. Her soft hand, wrapping around his erection and giving it a quick stroke before she guides it inside of her.
"Fuck." House groans into the side of her neck as his hands latch frantically onto her hips. The feel of her tight, wet pussy causing his hips to buck up wildly into her from the sensation.
Cuddy muffles a cry, biting down on her bottom lip.
In this position he is already deep inside of her, the feeling of being stretched in such an exquisite way almost more than she can bare at the moment, her eyes closing as she starts to work her hips up and down on him.
From beneath her, House moves the thumb of his right hand over to her clit, the digit rubbing up and down on her little nub with a quick and intense pace.
Cuddy slows her rhythm, her eyes locking onto him as her mouth opens, her head falling into the side of his neck as she whispers to him.
"Greg, I love it when you do that." She moans softly in a voice that is strained from carrying the heavy weight of her pleasure, her body already assuring her she'll cum for the second time today.
"Look at me." House whispers back to her as his hips buck up in hers with that same slow deep rhythm.
Cuddy lifts her head up and finds his gaze once more, her breath shallow and choppy, her heart racing as House leans forward a bit and kisses her, his motion, actually causing him to plunge deeper inside of her just as his thumb flicks over hre clit. The new, deeper penetration catching them both by surprise.
Cuddy feels herself trembling as House moans deeply into her mouth, the warmth of him cumming inside of her pulling her over the edge with him, causing her fingers to dig down into his broad shoulders as she holds onto him for dear life.
The sound of their combined labored breathing suddenly breaks the surface of silence around them a few seconds later as their foreheads connect. The sound of the dripping faucet outside of the stall is now heard by Cuddy as well as she makes her way back into this world. The world where she can now see the harsh reflection of the fluorescent light on the bathroom wall behind them. The world that always ends up disappearing around her for awhile whenever they are in the throws of passion. The deep and powerful connection she has with the man who is now caressing her cheek with his thumb as he looks up at her with a small smile on his face something she has never experienced before and something that she knows she will do everything in her power to keep because of how truly precious it is to her.
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"I think we shouldn't go out on anymore dates with them." Sam says bluntly to Wilson, looking over at him as he looks back at her and taps his finger lightly on the table.
"Sam, don't you think you're being a bit overdramatic?" Wilson asks her with a serious expression, regretting saying the words to her the instant he sees the expression on her face change.
Sam turns and looks away from him, her eyes set on the passing cars in front of the diner.
"I just don't get how you can forgive them so easily while you've spent years hating me." She replies back to him in a hurt voice while turning to face him again.
"Sam, you know there's a big difference between the love I have for my friends and the love I have for you." Wilson tells her frankly with his brown eyes scanning over every inch of her face.
"And what exactly does that mean, James?" Sam challenges to him with an unconvinced look upon her face.
Wilson let's out a sigh before his face softens.
"It means, that you can hurt me more than either one of them ever could because of how much I love you." He confesses to her as he moves a stray lock of her blonde hair away from her face. "I need you, Sam. You do something to me that no one else every has in my life and that's why when you hurt me...it takes me a lot longer to get over it." Wilson goes on to say to her.
Looking back at him, Sam gives Wilson a soft smile of regret.
"I'm really sorry for hurting you like I did back then." She whispers to him, just before leaning in and kissing him, hoping that what he has said to her is indeed true, hoping that James does indeed love her as much as she loves him while also hoping that soon, the need he has to keep such close ties to his friends, especially House, will start to ease up until it is just the two of them in their own perfect world.
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Walking out of the bathroom as she takes in a breath, Cuddy looks down the narrow hallway leading out to the booths inside the diner, making sure the coast is clear before she turns slightly and reaches back for House's hand, pulling him forward and out of the restroom with her.
Still high off of his orgasm, House presses his crotch into her backside, his head mouth lowering to the side of her neck. "You know, you work extremely well in confided places. I think next time we're going to do it in the MRI machine at the hospital." He whispers down to her with his left hand resting on her hip while his right hand grips firmly onto his cane.
Cuddy turns her head, looking up at him as she rolls her eyes.
"Yeah, dream on." She replies dryly, however unable to resist rubbing her ass against him before taking a few steps down the hall and towards the dining area.
House smirks as he watches Cuddy walking ahead of him. Determined that one day he will get her inside of that MRI machine, even if it has to wait until they both retire from the hospital to do it as the mental picture of the types of images they would create inside the machine leave him chuckling softly as he limps after her.