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"I don't understand why we couldn't just go straight to the island," House said as they walked into their hotel room for the night.

The time was going on midnight and both were tired from the long day. Evidently, Cuddy was a bit on the moody side and House was just afraid to get his head snapped off if he responded the wrong way.

"Because no one is going to give us a ride at this hour." Cuddy stacked her suitcases no the dresser, one by one until all three of them looked a budding pagoda. She also had three larger ones with wheels on the side. "And plus, it's the last time I'll have running water and a soft bed for two weeks."

"Cuddy, we'll be surrounded by endless amounts of water. What more do you want?"

She rolled her eyes at him. "I mean FRESH water."

House smiled a bit. "I bet the streambed is still there. Remember that?"

Cuddy scoffed. "My thighs are still burning from our little escapade in the streambed. How could I forget?"

Cuddy wasn't being sarcastic. She sounded angry if anything.

"Cuddy, what's wrong?"

"I just don't understand why we have to go back there. It's stupid."

"Please tell me you're not going to be moody the whole time," he muttered.

"House, we have enough money to take a trip around the world for God sakes and you want to go back to that stupid island. It was well over a year ago, but I still have sores from laying on a rock bottom for ten weeks."

"Nine weeks at most. We slept on the beach a few times." He tried hard to loosen up the mood with light humor.

"Still."

"Look at it this way, killjoy. We brought food, we have a radio to get into contact with our pilot, we have blankets to protect your sweet little ass from hurting, we have clothes, blah, blah, blah. You're killing the novelty here with your ten thousand suitcases."

"You told me I could bring whatever I wanted. I did. Forgive me if I didn't bring one small duffle bag like you."

House didn't say anything. He wanted to, but bit his tongue back and walked past her. This was their honeymoon. He didn't want to start fighting already, but Cuddy was stressed out. It must've been the long trip here and the time changes. Regardless of what she said in the past, Cuddy just did not want to go to that island. She would much rather have stayed home and not went anywhere.

She slid her feet out of her shoes and reached into one of the suitcases to pull out a long white t-shirt. That was her subtle way of saying there wouldn't be any honeymoon sex tonight. House didn't blame her. Suddenly, he didn't feel so in the mood either.

He was propped up against the headboard and checking out what was on TV when Cuddy emerged from the bathroom, makeup off her face, and hair in a ponytail. She looked exhausted and a little agitated.

"Whatever happened to the "I don't care where I go, as long as we're together" thing?" House couldn't help but ask.

"I don't know," she muttered, slipping under the sheets beside him.

"Cuddy…do you really want to go somewhere else? Just name it and we'll go there if that's what'll make you happy."

"No, it's fine," she said crankily.

"Liar."

"House, just go to sleep. Our flight is at noon tomorrow and heaven forbid we're late."

House shut off the TV and snuggled into bed properly, getting under the sheets once on his side. Cuddy faced his direction, but had her eyes closed. A small patch of light from outside shown through the cracks of the curtains and hit Cuddy right in the face. It wasn't enough to bother her. House noticed a stray lock of hair that somehow untangled itself from the ponytail and lay in front of her face. He tucked it behind her ear tenderly.

"I love you," he said, resting his hand against her cheek.

"I love you, too," she said, a bit more relaxed than she was a few seconds ago.

He leaned in and kissed her. She kissed back. After they separated, she opened her eyes to look at him. He loved how they twinkled in the light. It brought a smile to his face.

"I'm sorry I was being bitchy," she said. "It's our wedding night. I don't want to remember this as the night we did nothing but fight."

"It's what we do anyway," he said with a light shrug. "Just because we own an official piece of paper shouldn't change how we act towards each other or change what we used to be like."

Cuddy laughed. "Oh, it better. You're not going to start inviting hookers over to our house."

House snapped his fingers. "Dammit. You figured out where I was going with this."

Cuddy knew he was kidding. She smiled. "I own you now, mister," she said, poking him in the stomach underneath the covers. "You do what I say from now on."

House smirked. "Oh you think so? What will you say if I do this?"

He brought his fingers to the side of her neck. Upon instinct, Cuddy laid her head upon his hand. "Don't you dare," she said, knowing what he was about to do.

House dug his fingers into her neck, getting her ticklish spot on target. Cuddy squirmed and gave a little squeal when he started to tickle her. He didn't stop there. His other hand reached around her back and got her almost nonexistent love handles, which was even more ticklish than her neck.

Cuddy tried vainly to push him away while laughing and bucking and telling him repeatedly to stop. It got to the point where the blankets were now lying haphazardly on the bed because of her moving around so forcefully.

House stopped soon after that, leaving Cuddy sighing thankfully. She only had to recover for a second before smacking him in the arm. "You jerk. You know I hate being tickled."

House was still laughing. "I know, but you're such an easy target, Cuddles."

"I am not!"

"You are so."

Cuddy shivered gently from the goose bumps she received from being tickled. She pulled the blankets up to her.

"Hey, fix the sheets!" House whined. "Thanks to your supertanker, I no longer have covers on my side."

"Whose fault is that?" she asked, getting situated and laying her head down on the pillow. It felt nice being able to cuddle up with House's half of the covers. "You tickled me, knowing what consequences would arise. You fix the sheets."

"I have a better idea," he whispered.

Before Cuddy knew it, her side was thrown aside as well. She groaned. "House, what are you doing?"

His bare hand slid up her t-shirt. "Attempting to make love to my wife, what does it look like?" he whispered sexily into her ear before nibbling on the lobe.

"We agreed that we weren't going to have sex until we made it to the island," she whined.

House never seized his tiny kisses, nor did she try to stop him physically. "We're only going to have this night once. Do you really want to remember it as a night we decided to go to bed early because we were too tired to make love?"

"It's not that we're too tired, you made a deal."

House kissed her neck now, slowly and fully. "Screw the deal. I wanted to ravish you all day."

"You'd want to ravish me, even if I haven't showered in a week," she tried to say flatly but failed miserably. His kisses were making her body hot with desire. Still, she tried to fight it.

"House…"

His finger slipped inside her panties and found her slit. Cuddy gasped when she felt his fingers go to work.

"You never take no for an answer, do you?" she asked breathlessly.

"Never."

Their lips smashed together, thanks to Cuddy. House massaged her love button with three out of four fingers, loving how her hips bucked against his hand and the moans that disappeared into his mouth.

"Do you want me now?" he asked.

"You bastard."

"Is that a yes?" He slipped a finger up into her, causing her to cry out.

"Yes!" she said, unable to take the teasing any further. "Make love to me, House."

A good chunk of their sleeping time was replaced with sex that night, as most wedding nights were.

Cuddy was the first to wake up the next morning, completely nude and covered in a thin film of sweat. House's body was in a similar condition, only he was wearing blankets. Cuddy woke up, sprawled out with nothing over her. Feeling a bit embarrassed, as well as cold, she pulled back some of the blankets without disturbing House and was prepared to go back to sleep. That is, until she rolled over and looked at the clock. Her eyes shot open when she saw what time it was.

"Oh damn. House!" She turned back over quickly and shook him awake. "It's eleven-forty-five."

House didn't move. "So what?" he said in a tired grunt, reaching over to grab her pillow. The second he threw it over his face, she ripped it off hastily. The curtains were closed, but the light still bothered his tired eyes. "Come on, Cuddy, it's our personal jet, it can't take off without us. Now give me back the pillow."

"See, this is why I didn't want to have sex with you last night, you lazy ass," she said, smacking him in the head with her pillow.

She jumped up and ran to the bathroom to take a shower.

"And a good morning to you, too," he grumbled and then stifled a yawn as he scrambled out of bed.

Maybe a two-week getaway in the heart of the Caribbean sounded much more appealing to him than sleeping on a rock for two weeks with an irritable wife, but going to this island meant a lot to him. Not many things meant a lot to him. None that he would admit to anyway. Cuddy, no doubt, was the best thing that ever happened to him. He liked the feeling being with her on the island brought. It wasn't anything he's ever felt before. It was magical. That was hardly the word for House to use, but it's what fit. Without the power of that island, he'd still be looking down her shirt and staring at her ass. They wouldn't be anywhere near a relationship and they certainly wouldn't be married.

Married.

Married…

The word repeated itself in House's mind. He couldn't believe it actually happened to him. He didn't figure himself as the marrying type, unless he was drunk, strung out, and in Vegas of all places where there's a makeshift wedding chapel at every corner. Wilson always thought that would happen to him. Atlantic City was also a big no-no. House would be the type to get drunk and marry a total stranger. A hooker, no doubt.

But it wasn't anything like that. He was married to Lisa Cuddy, perhaps the finest woman this earth had to offer. He considered himself lucky. No other woman would take his crap like she would. They'd last about a half hour—just enough time for a quick screw, and then they'd be on their merry way.

"House!"

House cringed heavily. "God, woman, enough with the piercing tone. My ears are ringing."

"We have to be there in ten minutes! Why are you just standing around?"

Cuddy was in the middle of opening up the suitcase at the top of the pagoda stack and fishing for something to wear when House snaked both arms around her waist and pulled her to him lightly. "For someone who doesn't want to go to the island, you're pushing me awfully hard."

As on edge as Cuddy was, she did stop to appreciate the loving kiss he placed at the side of her neck. "They won't leave without us, babe."

"Sorry, House," she said, leaning back into his touch as he placed another kiss to her neck.

"Wow, you even blow dried your hair? That was quick."

"I didn't shower," she said, turning around to face him. She also put her arms around his waist. "There's no time."

"There IS time. I'll call our pilot. Take a shower and maybe if you're lucky, I'll join you," he said, reaching down to kiss the tip of her nose.

Cuddy smiled. "Oh you will, will you?"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world."

They kissed gently and she was off to take a shower. House didn't join her. Instead, he called their pilot and told them they'd be a half hour late. He also called Wilson and briefed him on the events last night, much to Wilson's plea for him not to.

So far, things were going well.

Knock on wood.

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