Inspired by the song^

Chapters have decreased in efficient publishing. New school year, but I'll try to get a new one in every weekend.

CHAPTER RATED MATURE for sensual themes and descriptions. 15+

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It had been about two months since House went on vacation. The first month he flew to Vegas. He didn't necessarily gamble the whole time—won a fair amount of money, however—but experienced the nightlife from the city of lights. He tried getting everything off his mind through all this, but she would never leave. He only wished she was here—and maybe Wilson too—it wasn't worth it if he was by himself.

The second month in, he waited in at home. Every day he practically tortured himself, waiting for a phone call from her, or a surprise visit to his place, seeing if she had "thought things through". He knew there was nothing to think through—in the end, it was merely whether or not she would be able to handle the risks that came along with him. It was like—taking a drug with the awful possible side effects, however, it was a drug that kept you going…it kept you alive.

Before the second month could end—about the third week, to be exact—he received a call from Wilson, surprisingly only now, checking up on him after all that time.

"What," House said into the phone already aware of the fact it was his best friend calling.

"Vacation is almost over," Wilson said simply.

"I said I'd come back when she made up her mind."

"Right, because you two aren't the two most stubborn-est people to ever be put together." Wilson sated sarcastically.

"She'll give in before me. She's done it plenty of times before."

"But you know as well as I do, when she wants what she wants, she's going to do everything in her ability to make it so." House didn't respond. "Forget that now—she misses you. She doesn't admit it but she does. Just stop this now, House. Take your maiden back."

"What's today?" House uttered softly.

"April 25th—why?" Wilson asked. House took a minute or so to respond.

"It's his birthday." House said simply. Wilson didn't respond for a second.

"It's five o'clock on a Saturday afternoon. Set something up. Go-see-her." Wilson didn't bother waiting for a reply and hung up the phone. House tossed his on the opposing end of the couch he was on, and pondered a second. He rubbed his head a little, and in the split second of blinking, an image of Cuddy flashed. It didn't seem to be a real image—maybe the work of the brain, placing thoughts into a scene that compliment it. He kept his eyes closed and just saw a blurred vision of her, sitting in a white dress, on grass of a lively garden. He opened his eyes again and shook his head, not really sure what to make of it. He only got up and limped over to the bathroom—a small, soft smile resting on his lips.


Cuddy was sound asleep on her couch with a throw blanket laid over her lazily. This had been her favorite spot to sleep in general since House's absence two months before. She had slept there so much that a Cuddy shaped formation began to sink into the couch, like her body's silhouette being stamped on it. Not only that, but it was also filled with soft tears and curse words which had collected through the course of their time apart. She took it in, and she handled it—but she wasn't happy…not nearly enough to be considered so.

A gentle knock resounded on her door, echoing throughout the emptiness of the house that was the early evening, but failing to wake up Cuddy ricochet off the walls, returning to the keen ears of House. Assuming she was either sleeping, or refusing to answer, he slipped out his keys and searched through to find the particular one he hadn't used in a while. He thrust it into the lock—a fit so familiar—and turned the knob carefully, quietly entering the house. He stuffed his keys back into his pocket as he walked slow surveying the rooms in sight. It was then that he passed the living room and saw her asleep on the couch. He limped over and sat on the table parallel to the couch, fixing the blanket on her. He sat back to admire her, rubbing his leg as well. It seemed to hurt more lately.

He took a look at her face—she was at peace, but she seemed to be in some kind of pain. Her face was tense and pale; eyes flickering to themselves. He set a hand on her waist and rubbed it as he brushed away hair from her face. He took her hand in his and folded them tight—she was so heavily asleep, these movements and contact did not faze her. She did however, come to, after he took a several good kisses to her neck, migrating up to her face and forehead. He backed away a few inches—just looked into her eyes as they made sense of what was going on—only to be pulled back when her arms threw themselves around his neck. She held him tight as she dug her face into his neck—a fit so familiar—and spoke in his ear.

"'I need you," she uttered faintly. It was like a breathless whisper—and the words were so unfamiliar…so foreign—yet so self-fulfilling.

"I know," he replied. "And I'm here." He let go and looked at her, eyes damp.

"I didn't even drive up to visit." She said, shaking her head. He just responded with a comedic comment.

"He'd probably hate me," he joked. She smirked, a smile presented unintentionally.

"You know it's the truth," House confessed. Cuddy nodded, getting up off the couch.

"Why do you think I'm laughing?" She still kept his hand in hers as she pulled him along with her, going for the kitchen.

"He would be 74…funny how time flies." She admitted.

"When we find the time, we'll go. Opportunities present themselves for a reason." He stated. She nodded along and just pulled out a bottled water to calm herself more.

"What finally convinced you to come here?" she changed subjects.

"Wilson—has taken the role of conscience, enabler and relationship guidance counselor today. Seems he's been working overtime—gotta find a way to pay for all his expenses, if you know what I mean," he winked. She gave him a look and sat down at the table.

"Foreman's been doing pretty well without you," she began. "but, I do take it you'll want your job back."

"Good. I'd like my job back, but my interest in a career change has flared up…you familiar with the joint, Cheetah's from across town?" Cuddy only smiled as he continued on the conversation.

"Where's the kid?" he randomly asked.

"Julia's—gone for the weekend." She grinned. "Things have been hectic lately, just looking for some leisure time."

"You wanna go out?" he asked. She sighed heavy and groped for words to reply, but before she could, he swept in and kissed her. She leaned into him and up out of her seat, wrapping her arms around his neck as they clung together in harmony once again. They paused-looked into the others' eyes and recognized the longing and passion that had been withheld for so long. They dove in for kisses again, and began clamoring through the house, inadvertently finding the bedroom.

He lied along the side of her and dug deep into her lips, then down her neck and midriff. Both of them removed clothes like they were being ripped apart, and continued to hold each other close. He held her head like a baby—ever so gentle—while running the tips of his fingers along her skin. Chest to chest, they began to perspire, their voices translated into soft whispers.

No matter what they did, his lips would never leave hers—breathing their love, their life, into the other's mouth. She held onto him so tight, legs wrapped together as they were both tangled with the bed sheets. She had a firm grasp on his hair, and tightened it with every movement—slow or fast—shaky from the full intensity of the room. You could feel the energy, and to harness it all at once was overwhelming. This kind of intimacy—this bond—it could not be easily broken. From the way they moved together, to each kiss that possessed much more and more adoration. She breathed heavy, gasping in his ear, rocking and curling like a wave beneath him. Her hair was spread across the pillow, her head tilted up, running her lips over his chest; his hand raised her back, holding it up for support as her body seemed to elevate. In such a way—in such love—they were one.

Cuddy let out a cry of release as he arched over her, merely a couple inches from her face with one hand on the bed. They remained so still—both still within each other—so tense; body's tightened as they caught their breaths. Something was different—something was there. He lifted her up closer and their lips met for a lingering kiss. He laid her back down and allowed his arm to fall lower and to collapse on her chest. She rested her chin on his head, as they both began fell into a peaceful slumber.

"I need you to trust me," he said slowly. His voice started drifting off.

"I will never walk away again…"

For the first time in what seemed to be forever, they had some semblance of happiness. You know—the kind that chooses to exist in spite of doubt and anticipation for the worst.

Neither of the two have ever been happier.

You push me-I don't have the strength to...resist or control you...Take me down, take me down

You hurt me-But do I deserve this? You make me so nervous...Calm me down, calm me down

Wake you up, In the middle of the night to say: I will never walk away again
I'm never gonna leave this bed, oh

So come here and never leave this place...Perfection of your face...Slows me down, slows me down

So fall down-I need you to trust me-Go easy, don't rush me
Help me out, why don't you help me out?

Wake you up-In the middle of the night to say: I will never walk away again...
I'm never gonna leave this bed, oh

So you say "Go, it isn't working," and I say "No, it isn't perfect."
So I'll stay instead...I'm never gonna leave this bed

Take it, take it all-Take all that I have
I'd give it all away just to get you back

And fake it, fake it all-Take what I can get

Knockin' so loud...Can you hear me yet?
Try to stay awake but you can't forget

Wake you up,In the middle of the night to say: I will never walk away again
I'm never gonna leave this bed, oh

You say "Go, it isn't working," and I say "No, it isn't perfect."
So I'll stay instead-
I'm never gonna leave this bed, ooh...

Take it, take it all-Take all that I have...
Take it, take it all-Take all that I have.