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'Oh god...please...'

'Please what?'

'House...yes there. Oh goooooood.'

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Lisa Cuddy woke, for the first time in over a year, with a male, lean, warm and preciously naked body pressed against her back. Her own body aching in all the right places, muscles she had forgotten, screaming at her for the night of frivolities and a smile crept onto her lips.

The arm under her neck served as her pillow while its hand laid over her breast, the other hand was on her tummy, stroking in lazy circles. Warm breathing hit her neck, making the skin there tingle, and the more she concentrated on what she felt, the more she registered. The way lips and stubble grazed over her back, soft lips nipping, teeth teasing her. The more she let herself feel though, the more clear her mind got.

Her smile faltered as she woke fully, images of last night replaying in her head, a blush tinting her cheeks. She had once more slipped and slept with him. Again, after she had sworn to herself she wouldn't let him close anymore. Because letting him close, letting him in, meant a constant struggle, not for dominance, she reveled in being claimed, more a struggle for daily sanity and happiness.

It wasn't that Lisa had been unhappy for the time she had been with him. He could be charming at home, but the closer he got the more could he fire at her when he was angry. And the more it hurt to come home to him in the evening, when his kisses burned like laughter on her, humiliating her until she struggled away when he hugged her.

She remembered the way it had felt to sleep with him after he'd shot her down forcefully in the hospital, the anger in her fueling her to fight more, not give in to his wishes. She remembered how she had started finding excuses not to see him. Until they walked past each other like strangers and one day she's seen a dark haired woman taking his hand softly and leaving with him for the night.

All that was left from those times where rare smiles now. A knowing gleam in both their eyes when they remembered a moment or shared a new one. The occasional nods of respect when he solved a case or she helped him solve something. The jealousy he harbored whenever someone came near to her, making her feel possessed after ten years of being apart and making it almost impossible to find someone else, because she had to admit that part of her felt like cheating whenever she had someone else in bed. Even when Cuddy didn't feel ashamed she found herself comparing her mate to him. And with a sigh she had to admit that nobody would ever be as good to her as him.

Opening her eyes and blinking against the sunlight filtering through the drapes she knew it was time to leave this, her heart hammering painfully already attached again, traitorous. It would take her months to forget again, build a new wall against his attacks, until she could put enough emotional space between them with her anger. And while her brain knew she'd have to do it to keep her heart safe, her heart grew heavy just thinking about it, clenching painfully.

Lisa almost laughed as she felt his arms tightening around her, keeping her close, Greg's kisses open mouthed now, luring her back to bed like he'd used to.

He groaned as she grabbed his arms softly and untangled herself from him, not daring to look at him as she went to her duffel and got clothes out, before leaving the bedroom and locking herself into the bathroom, keeping him from even thinking about joining her.

In the shower, hand clutched over her heart, breathing gasping, she cried, soundless sobs wringing from her throat as she sunk to the floor powerlessly.

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Greg House smirked pleased, with himself, as he felt the ache in his thigh. An ache only sex had ever achieved, not just a one time sex thing, no the all nighters he usually hadn't gotten anymore after Stacy had abandoned him.

He frowned for a second as her name came up in his mind, rolled onto his back and threw his arm lazily over his face to keep the sun's glare from waking him fully yet. Abandonment had become one of his greatest issues, but only after the infarction. Sure it had stung when Lisa had left him without even saying she would. But he knew he'd brought that upon himself. Stacy left though when he had needed her the most. And that stuck with him. Because all of a sudden he couldn't say: Hey I am Sexy! Their own damn problem if they leave me, I'm gonna find someone else to keep the bed warm. Now he felt hideous when looking down in the shower, his self esteem broken when Stacy left.

He sure was a bastard to her. But leaving him alone, making him feel like he was too gross to be kept was another thing. Then again that was the time he saw who really was at his side one hundred percent. The only one's staying with him, no matter how hard he shoved them away, had been Wilson and Cuddy. Both, he thought, out of shame for their ill doings. And he still often thought Cuddy's actions were inspired by her guilt, more and more of those beliefs vanishing though.

House groaned and rubbed his thigh softly, the pain in it becoming more fierce, his nerves not riding on the high of the night before anymore. Blindly he reached for the pills under his pillow and opened the container and swallowed only one for now, wanting to feel the pain they created for a bit more.

She was probably fretting about what happened now but he wasn't really worried after she had taken a vital part in repeating the tryst throughout the night. Their bodies an entangled mass, panting and sweating until they started to create the friction all over again. A lazy smile played around his lips, a genuine one, deepening his dimples and his heart made a leap. Yes, it had been good to be with her again, see that there was still that part in her, the other Lisa that wasn't a hospital administrator and his boss. The woman that he'd known resurfacing, holding her own in bed just as she did in daily life. The Lisa Cuddy that loved to be seduced and finessed on one day, and then claimed and possessed at the other.

The woman he had killed with his behavior, or so he thought. House knew he'd been pushing his luck with her. She was a proud woman and he realized when she had turned away that for once he couldn't push the blame on someone else. It was the only time he admitted that it had been him ending it somehow.

Greg dry swallowed the second Vicodin and then grabbed her pillow, hugging it to him after he turned onto his good side, sleep overcoming him once more, a smile lingering on his lips.

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No Signal.

Again. That had been everything Cuddy had gotten in the last half an hour.

After showering, she dressed into her winter clothes, pulling on her thick jacket and boots and went out, hoping to get a good signal on this higher landmark. She had circled the house but it seemed to work nowhere. She pocketed it again after switching it off and then decided to at least get the rest of her stuff from the Car, knowing they'd need the supplies if they were two.

Once at the car she'd walked down the road a bit longer, trying to estimate how far they had been going since Glen Spey.

Far, Lisa. Very far, because you had decided against turning around, wanting to find a closer spot.

She loaded the duffel, which she had emptied at the cabin while House slept, with everything she had in her suitcase, knowing it'd take her forever to carry that. Her hands where busy unloading and reloading and she tried to keep her mind on it too, not wanting to think about House, laying sprawled on the bed, sexy smile on his face, looking seriously relaxed and the sheet riding low on his hips. The effect of this intensified by his arms crossed behind his head, stretching his body deliciously to reveal the muscles under his skin.

She could already feel the heat crawling up and down her spine, a soft blush coming onto her cheeks, for once the cold not being the factor.

No not the cold, definitely not cold.

As she made it back to the cabin he was still out cold, exhaustion overpowering after the night before he he couldn't bring himself to let tiredness overcome him as he worshiped her body over and over until she was quivering and squirming under him.

Lisa had to admit that he was still as attentive as he had been years ago, watchful eyes registering each emotion flickering over her face when he touched her, mapping her erotic zones and using them against her repeatedly.

It couldn't be though. She kept telling herself, counting down all the important reason she had and trying to quiet down the other tiny voice yelling the good sides of this at her. She was to weak yet to reason with it, just shrug it off like she used to. She'd lose against her heart.

With shaking hands she dumped a teabag in the mug, then filled it with the boiling hot water, hoping it'd calm her nerves.

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House watched Cuddy from the hallway, standing at the stove, making tea. She had been outside, getting the rest from the car and he had watched as she put everything away. It told him that she probably hadn't gotten any reception but he couldn't care less right now.

Limping towards her in only his boxers, he had only one thing in his mind and he smiled as he engulfed her in his strong arms and making her gasp as his lips landed right on her pulse point.

'Come back to bed with me.'

His voice was still raspy and she shuddered once more, then carefully pushed him away and stepped away from him, head bowed.

'House...'

It sounded desperate in his ears and probably in hers to, her shoulders slumping as she looked up at him.

'This, what happened...between us...'

'You mean the mind blowing sex with multiple orgasms?'

A snort was in House's voice, making it sound defensive. Lisa winced at his wording.

'It was a mistake.'

'Damn good one though wasn't it? Not like you didn't scream it out loud enough. I could be mistaken though.'

He was getting angry with each word of regret she spoke, because he's never regretted having sex with her.

'I'm your boss.'

'Didn't stop you sucking me off this morning.'

This time when she raised her eyes to his she glared.

'Stop being this way House. You think I am going to sleep with you now and wait for you to kick me in the shins later? I know how you are, how you treat someone even if close to you. You've been the same with Stacy after all and you supposedly loved her. It was a mistake. It won't happen again.'

With that She left again through the door, grabbing her jacket on the way out.

'I couldn't love her, not like I could've loved you.'

It was muttered so quietly that House had almost not heard himself. He hated to admit it to himself but it seemed to be the crux to everything. He had feelings for her.

Frowning he made his way back to the bedroom to get dressed, a new resolution forming in his head.

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Cuddy walked around aimlessly for a while. Enjoying the crisp winter air and cooling herself down slowly. Her resolve had been slipping as he had grabbed her from behind, kissing her pulse point and making her stomach do a back flip. She couldn't believe she was this weak. One touch was all he needed to get her to want him again. And she actually feared to step back inside the Cabin, into this heated environment.

She had to eventually. The sun was soon hiding behind huge clouds coming their way bearing a yellowish glow, always a sign for more snow.

Turning on her heel she looked towards the cabin and sighed. This was going to be a long day.


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