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They had been through such an intensely emotional period for most of the day that they both seem to decide, without discussing it, that the rest of the day would be about playfulness and their usual back and forth.
After having sex again and House making sure Cuddy had multiples afterward, they decided it was time for dinner. House wanted delivery, but Cuddy had stocked the refrigerator and didn't want the food to go to waste. "Nude cooking can be very erotic."
"Not to mention dangerous," House responded. Thinking again of Cuddy's Lorena Bobbitt Glare, he added, "I'll be the one using the knife, if you don't mind."
House chopped the vegetables while Cuddy cooked the meat, the pasta and the sauce.
When House was finished, he limped over to the stove and dipped some bread in the sauce to taste it. It ran down his chin. "You're such a slob when you eat," Cuddy teased as she licked the excess sauce off his chin and sucked it off his lips. "Hmm, needs a little salt," she commented.
"I was thinking the same thing," House said as his senses returned after the lip play.
They finished cooking and sat down to eat. Nude eating was at least as much fun as nude cooking. "I keep hoping you'll spill something on you that you need me to help you clean up . . . with my tongue," House said as he gave Cuddy the once-over.
"You are such a pervert," Cuddy replied, dipping her nipple into the sauce they had worked on to get just right.
House's mouth was on the job in a flash. He made sure to lick every molecule of sauce off of her.
"While you were taking care of this," Cuddy said, pointing to her nipple, "the other one just fell in . . . "
House felt it was his duty to partake of the wonderful sauce yet again.
"Have you ever had sex in this kitchen?" House asked.
"Not with you," Cuddy answered, causing a twinge of jealousy to pass through House. "Of course, since it wasn't with you, it was empty and meaningless. Oh, and I was alone, as I recall."
"Were you at least thinking of me?" House asked, trying not to sound too pathetic.
"Of course," Cuddy replied. "You were with Stacey then," she answered honestly, feeling embarrassed at her own jealousy.
"We've wasted a lot of time, haven't we?" Cuddy asked rhetorically. "Why did we spend so much time and energy denying what we really felt?"
"Because we, like every other human being on the planet, are idiots," House replied with a characteristic sneer. "I just know what I want now," House said in a low, seductive tone.
God, he could reduce her to a puddle of desire with just his voice. She pulled him up from his chair. "Take me here, now," she demanded.
House really didn't want to lie on the floor; the tile was cold and hard. A smile passed his lips as he realized that Cuddy had just spent an inordinate amount of time cleaning the countertops.
He began kissing her and pushing her toward the very same sparkling clean countertop. When he reached his destination, he hoisted her up. He spread her legs to the widest possible angle and began using his fingers to please her. Her head fell back as she groaned in delight.
"Watch your head with the cabinets," House cautioned as he tried to avoid their passion culminating in a trip to the ER. Cuddy's head fell against his chest as he began thrusting into her. It must have been at least the fifth time they had done it today. House's leg was beginning to protest, but he kept going, until they both climaxed yet again.
Cuddy didn't want to keep sitting on the countertop while she waited for House's swimmers to do their business, so she slid down, took a seat on one of the chairs, and put her legs over the arm to keep her lower half tipped up in the correct position. House put the leftover food in the refrigerator, and the plates, cups, and flatware in the dishwasher. Now his leg was really starting to protest.
"I have to go take something and lie down," House informed her. "You can join me in ten minutes," House said, pointing to the clock on the microwave.
Cuddy wasn't thrilled with the idea of being left there by herself, but she hoped House would use the time to settle in and get comfortable (or, as comfortable as he could). After some time passed, House shouted from the bedroom, "Time's up!"
Cuddy smiled, got up from the chair, and went through the bedroom into the bathroom. She brushed her teeth, used the toilet and headed to bed.
House was lying on his back, looking up at the ceiling.
"How's your leg?" Cuddy asked as she settled in beside him.
"Considering everything I did to it today, it isn't too bad," House replied, massaging it with some vigor. "I think we're going to have to take it a little easier tomorrow."
"Maybe we could try some less taxing positions," Cuddy suggested.
"This is just a ploy for you to be on top, isn't it, you wanton woman?" House responded. "We don't want to diminish our chances."
"Wow, and I thought I was the obsessive one," Cuddy said with a smile. "I have faith in your swimmers."
"Considering all the crap I've put in my body, not to mention my advanced age, I think we need to do everything we can to help them along," House said.
Cuddy was lying next to House. His body was warm and she found the vibrations of his voice traveling through her body to be very soothing. "Okay. Can we go to sleep now?"
"Sure," House agreed, feeling his own fatigue catching up to him.