Time to Go

House cornered Cuddy in the living room after dinner. "Can we go now?"

"No."

"Let me rephrase that." House took the glass out of her hand. "We're going home now." He put it down on a nearby shelf. "Or should I have my way with you right here on the sofa." He took her by the arm and led her toward the sofa.

"Don't you dare." She thought about it for a moment. That was probably not the best thing to say to a slightly drunk House. She was proven right when he started undoing his pants. She grabbed his waistband to stop him from going too far. "Fine, we can go now."

"Well, if you insist." House looked at Amber who was close by and watching them curiously. "Can't keep her hands off me. You know how it is."

Amber shook her head and spoke uncertainly, "Noooo."

"Pity." House took Cuddy's hand and dragged her toward the door. He wasn't going to let her change her mind.

"We can at least say goodbye," Cuddy tried to stop him.

House turned and waved his cane at the room. "BYE!" He called out. "There, said goodbye, let's go." He headed toward the door again.

"Coats might be a good idea." She stood her ground, staring him down.

"Coats?" Crap! House had forgotten it was below freezing outside. He changed direction and dragged her toward the coat room...also known as Wilson's bedroom...a slow grin spread across his devious face. Getting their coats was a brilliant idea.

He closed and locked the door while Cuddy went to get their coats off the bed. "What was that?" Cuddy turned to look at him.

"What was what?" He smiled innocently and slowly walked toward her.

"That clicking?" It suddenly dawned on her. Though House's hands sliding up her shirt might have given her a slight hint. "You locked the door?" She raised one impeccably shaped brow.

"Did I?" He let his lips melt onto the soft skin of her neck.

"There's a room full of people out there," she squirmed in the arms he'd stealthily wrapped around her.

"Yes, there is." He unhooked her bra.

"House!" She squirmed again as his cold hands fell across her breasts. "Can't you wait till we get home?"

House thought about it for a moment as his thumbs danced over her nipples. "Don't think so." He could feel himself getting excited already. Too excited to walk through a room full of people without poking someone in the eye.

"Well, then, you're going to have to make it fast." She pulled at his pants. "Which shouldn't be a problem for you." She grinned as she slid down his zipper.

"Oh really?" That sounded like a challenge to him. A challenge he was definitely UP to. With all his masculine strength he pushed her back onto the bed.

"Really." Cuddy giggled as she tried to maneuver herself off someone's coat.

"Well, Lo gave that blow up doll a...blow up," House was so clever sometimes," that lasted less than a minute and a half. I think we can..."

"She did?" Cuddy sat up. Lo hadn't mentioned that. Then she realized he was just being funny. "Did she tell you this? Are you best buddies now?"

"No. I was there. I timed them." He pulled his pants down around his ankles and released the snake from it's tight cotton prison. He missed the days when Cuddy would gasp at the sight of it. She'd become so jaded by his massive endowment.

Cuddy, for her part, was sliding up her skirt and pulling off her panties.

"You've taken to voyeurism?" She pulled him by the neck down onto her. She loved the feeling of his weight pressing down on hers.

"I took to voyeurism when I was nine and saw my babysitter getting it on with her boyfriend."

"Well, shut up and let's break Lo's record." She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him into a long, hot kiss.

House felt the heat filling him quickly. He had no doubt he could last longer than a minute and a half, but not much longer. He had a lot of tension that needed to be released.

A knock at the door was followed by a quick rattle. "House? What are you doing in there? Taub and Amber want their coats," Wilson called through the door.

"Damn!" House wanted to ignore him, but Cuddy was starting to put up a fight. "Don't move a muscle." House grabbed a couple of coats and shuffled the short distance to the door. The pants around his ankles made him walk like a penguin, and Cuddy tried really hard not to laugh. But it was pretty funny.

House opened the door just enough to shove the coats at Wilson. "Now, leave us alone." House tried to shut the door, but Wilson stuck his foot in the way.

"Please tell me you're not having sex in there." He had just changed his sheets this morning. He didn't want to have to change them again.

"Okay, I won't." House slammed the door hard on Wilson's foot.

"OUCH!" Wilson did what was expected and pulled his foot back. House slammed the door shut and locked it.

"He'd better not interrupt us again." He waddled back toward Cuddy trying his hardest to look sexy and failing miserably.

"Maybe we should just go home House." The mood, for her, was killed.

"No. I want to have sex now." When House wanted something that he feared he wouldn't get, his six year old, tantrum throwing inner child came out to play.

"Fine, but make it quick." She laid back down on the bed, legs spread, arms out to her sides and waited.

"The hell?" House looked down at her.

"What are you waiting for?" She lifted her head and looked at him.

"You could at least pretend you're into it." House could get better service from a hooker. He wondered if Wilson would give him Robin's number.

"I'll be into it if we go home first." She hoped this was working.

"Fine, we will have our meal at home, but we're having an appetizer here." House climbed on top of her and pulled himself inside her.

She gasped in surprise, not ready for the heat and strength of his initial thrust. "Easy there!" She protested.

"You said you wanted a quickie. I've got to get some friction going first." He thrust into her again and again, savagely filling her with his manhood.

"I wanted a quickie House, not to be impaled." She was gasping her words. Despite her protest, she felt a ripple of pleasure rushing through her body. No matter what the circumstances, House always felt good deep inside her.

House grabbed the sheets beside her head. He felt himself cumming quickly. He'd been envisioning Cuddy and Robin having a lesbian tryst in his mind to help things along. It had done the trick.

Cuddy cried out as she felt him cum inside her. She hadn't anticipated her own release. That took more than a quickie. She was just happy to feel House release himself inside her. To feel his passion shoot out of him with abandon. It gave her a rush of power, a feeling of control.

"Now get dressed," she ordered, heady on that control.

"Who died and made you boss?"

"Dozens of your little soldiers," she replied cheekily, pulling down her skirt.

"Oh, very clever." House pulled up his pants and sealed himself back up.

"It's what happens when a person lives with you for a year."

"Has it been a year? Already?"

"Just about." She refused to admit she remembered the exact date he moved in with her. That was just too girly a thing to admit.

"Hmmm." House nodded as if he didn't also remember the date. He referred to it, in his head at least, as a date that would live in infamy.