We promised the next chapter wouldn't be too long. Two chapters in one day! And *blush* this chapter takes the story up to an M rating. It was the first time we'd both written smut so.. it may not be the best. But it was definitely fun to write ;')

Chapter 10

"I'm hallucinating" he spoke softly to Cuddy, whose face once edged with disgust, had suddenly changed into one of alarm at his words.

"What?"

"Cuddy, I'm hallucinating." House said, looking down managing to avert her worried gaze.

"The drugs?" She managed to speak, praying her voice didn't portry any of the panic she felt inside.

"Yeah…it fits…" He spoke, almost ashamed of what he'd become.

"House…" Cuddy spoke walking closer to him, forgetting about the words that he had previously spat at her.

"I know… I have to detox…"

"I…I can book you in to the rehab program-" Cuddy was stopped in mid-sentence.

"It won't work…I'll find a way around it…"

"But they're good here…" she said, hoping that he'd see it as a possibility.

House shook his head. "They don't know me…Cuddy..you know me.."

She didn't reply, instead she watched him. His face was full of a fear she'd never seen before. He was right, she knew and understood him like no one else did.

He spoke again. "Cuddy. Please. I need you."

The unfamiliar words on his lips made Cuddy understand the seriousness of the situation. She nodded silently, picked up her brief case again and walked out of her office, House following close behind; head hanging down and limping heavy.

She had seen him open up to her before. But she had never seen him as vulnerable as he was now.

He sat on her sofa, fingering the soft cover pulled over her cushions. Cuddy had driven him back to her place; it was better there. That way she didn't have to worry as much about him sneaking a quick vicodin whilst she was out of the room. He felt awkward. His shivers had already set in and he was regretting ever telling her. It wasn't that he didn't mean what he had said before about needing her. He was being brutally honest. He had needed her. But he didn't want her to see him so weak. So vulnerable.

She was sitting opposite him on a lounger, her feet were tucked neatly under her backside as she flipped a page of a glossy magazine she was trying to read. Her attentions were drawn away from the paragraph she'd read three times over by a deep groan. With the amount of vicodin he said that was in his system she wasn't surprised that his cold sweats had set in early. She could tell he was holding back the pain. She didn't want him to, it was easy to see it was getting harder for him to cope.

"House?" his eyes snapped to her, he didn't move from his position; instead grasping suddenly at his leg as a new wave of pain crushed the muscle. He looked away before she saw too much of his agony.

"House, please look at me." He bit down on his lip trying to hold in a cry, shaking his head.

Cuddy got up and sat herself down next to him. She reached over and held his hand. It was the first proper contact they'd had since the kiss. His pained blue eyes moved to hers over the movement she had made.

"House, it's ok, I'm here." He nodded, he couldn't bring himself to speak at the moment, it would only come at as a cry.

Cuddy had made sure he was empty of vicodin as soon as he walked through the door. She needed him to focus on something else, something other than his pain, drugs or his apparent hallucinations.

"Mind telling me what's up with you and Wilson these days? Seems like whenever he talks to you he's been pretty moody after." House's laughed a little, a faint smile spreading across his lips.

"He thinks… he thinks I'm hiding something from him." He said in between pants, agony laced in his voice. Cuddy looked at him, pressing him to carry on.

"I'm not…" He lied. Cuddy nodded even though she was unsatisfied with his answer, she couldn't expect much of him in the state that he was in. House suddenly doubled over releasing her hand from his grasp, now holding his stomach. "This…this is getting worse." He spoke, gritting his teeth.

"It's going to, just hold out."

"CUDDY IM TRYING!" He snapped, causing her to flinch back slightly. He instantly hated himself, though he knew she would understand.

"I know, I'm sorry…"

"Yeah well let's stop stating the obvious…and if we stay here any longer you're going to have a nice present on your carpet.. vomit beige doesn't suit your wallpaper." Her eyes widened.

"Bathroom?"

"Yeah. Let's… make it quick please" She hauled him up, careful not to disturb his leg as much as she could, as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and she helped him move.

It was late in the night when his body finally stopped trying to empty his stomach contents. She had sat on the floor besides him and talked to him soothingly the whole time, as he'd leaned over in to the porcelain bowl. There was no mention of his hallucinations, though she figured they were still bothering him, as occasionally his eyes would stare menacingly at a random spot in the bathroom. It had been around 4am when he passed out on her bed, she had convinced him to move from the bathroom to a more comfortable place after he had stopped heaving. She now sat cross-legged on the bed, her back against the headboard, reading to herself, every now and then giving him a glance and reassuring herself he was ok. His face had a pained expression even in his sleep. He was sweaty from the detox and his hair a mess. Cuddy herself was pretty drained, luckily she had convinced Marina to take Rachel for the night, however her daughter would be returning back later that morning as Marina had to work. That would be another problem in itself, Cuddy couldn't understand House's dislike towards her child. He had never said anything, but she could feel the presence of dislike whenever she mentioned her daughter.

Cuddy placed her book on the bedside table; she was absolutely shattered. Taking another look at his sleeping figure, she took the risk of getting a few hours' sleep. Gently and carefully pulling herself under the covers, afraid of waking him, she laid herself on the edge of the bed making sure that if he moved he would not touch her, wouldn't cause him any unnecessary pain. Shutting her eyes, sleep soon overtook Cuddy, it was a restless sleep, one which wouldn't make her feel any more refreshed when she awoke.

Almost an hour later Cuddy's alarm began to blaze, the deep sleep that had overcome her sheltered her from the noise and she continued to sleep soundly, breathing softly through her nose. To his disgust it had woken House. He looked around for the source of the noise and hit the alarm, causing it to shut off. Grumbling, he rubbed at high thigh, the pain was still there, yet compared to the night before it was nothing more than the dull ache he usually felt on a bad day. He stared at Cuddy who was sleeping silently besides him. Seeing that she was about to fall off of the bed due to the huge space she had left between them, he grabbed her waist, gently rolling her closer to him. He smiled and tried to stifle a laugh as she unconsciously leaned in to him.

"Jeeze Cuddy, talk about being clingy." He spoke softly to her. He was silenced, however, as she placed her hand gently on his chest, the small contact made his heart pick up speed and he swallowed hard. Such a close contact (which he'd not paid for) was long forgotten in his world. Sure he had hookers but never did he allow them to sleep so close to him. He stared down at her; she was tired, it would have been unfair to move her now. He shut his eyes, content with the feeling of warmth that was surrounding him. His leg, the growing ache in his head and hallucinations momentarily forgotten as he drifted quickly back off to sleep.

Cuddy woke up to the prodding of something into her side. Groaning, she roached down and placed her hand onto the jabbing intruder, identifying it as House's finger. At least she hoped it was his finger.

She kept her eyes closed and muttered groggily. "Ummm what?"

House didn't answer but kept poking her. She opened her eyes about to shout at him, when her grey eyes clashed with his vibrant blue ones. Since when did they get so close? He was right next to her.

"What?" She said flustered, lifting her head up a bit and peering over his shoulder to look at the time. It was 9:30 and she was glad she had taken the day off.

"We're alone." He smirked. Cuddy opened her eyes a little more.

"House shut up … I hope you didn't just wake me up to tell me that we're alone."

"You're right… I wanted to tell you we're alone AND in a bed together." He smirked even more as Cuddy rolled her eyes. "Seriously we're alone…Kutner's gone." Cuddy looked at him questioningly. House averted his gaze; he'd just revealed whom his mind had been stalking him with.

"Kutner?"

"It doesn't matter who, all that matters is that he's gone" Cuddy smiled, she'd talk to him later about Kutner, right now all she could focus on was the growing smile on his face. She hadn't seen a proper smile from him in ages.

"And…and the pain?" She was afraid to ask but she needed to know, she didn't want him returning back to drugs now he was on the road to being clean.

"Pain is pain, it's still there. It'll always be there." Her face fell a little "But it's better, it's not great, but its better." Cuddy shut her eyes, sighing in relief.

"This is great House, great!" Her eyes met his and for once he didn't look away.

"Yeah..." He whispered, still looking directly at her. She moved her head slightly towards him, not breaking eye contact as her head slowly leaned up and her lips brushed against his. He shut his eyes as the tender movement caused electric impulses to run through his body. It was supposed to be a quick kiss. It was supposed to be a way of showing him how happy she was. Though that's not quite how it turned out.

House leaned in to her, slowly kissing back. He reached out, placing his hand against her jaw as his tongue slipped into her mouth. She moaned in appreciation and soon they were in a full on making, tongues fighting for dominance. Cuddy had moved closer to him in the process and now was pressed up tight against him, he snaked his arm around her lower back and she ran her fingers through his hair.

House leaned back against the headboard as Cuddy threw her leg over House's torso straddling him and he placed both his hands on her hips. She leaned down again and captured his lips gently as he shifted slightly under her. She smiled as she felt the growing bulge in his boxers against her clothed sex and ran a hand up his shirt, flicking his nipples with her nails. She grinned against his lips at the moan they escaped his lips. Who know he would be so responsive? Grinding her hips downward she moaned. It was amazing how quickly he could get hard, even after being so exhausted from the night before and having gone through what would probably be remembered as the worst night of his life. Cuddy pulled off his shirt, planting chaste kisses down his chest as she eased herself down his body. House opened his eyes from his half-lidded stare and grabbed her, Cuddy looked up in surprise.

"Hey … are you sure about this…?" his eyes were full of want, he amazed her how he was still able to ask her if she was okay about the whole thing. Smiling Cuddy nodded. God, she was sure. If nothing else it would put an end to the fantasies and what ifs that had been filling her dreams the past couple of weeks. Lowering her head Cuddy carried on with the trail of kisses southwards.

She reached the waistband of his boxers, smirking as she saw the tent she had caused in them, grabbing the waistband she went to pull them off, but his hand caught hers and stopped her. For a second the thought of rejection crossed Cuddy's face, until he spoke in a gruff voice full of arousal.

"It isn't exactly fair. I'm practically naked and there's still way too many clothes on you" With that he pulled her back up to him and slipped off her night top. She had been wearing a bra due to the fact he was staying with her, which displeased him a little. Sitting up on her knees House took in the image before him. Cuddy's legs curved upwards, her hips creating the perfect gap between her thighs giving House a good view of her lace blue panties, and the dark blue patch formed at the crotch. Her toned stomach clenched with arousal, causing the small dangling bellybutton piercing to catch in the light. House reached out and flicked the piece of silver jewellery, causing Cuddy to giggle.

"This is one of the hottest things ever. Who knew Dr Lisa Cuddy, Dean of Medicine had her navel pierced?" House said, his voice deep.

Cuddy smiled and reached behind her and unhooked her matching blue bra allowing her breasts to fall free, enjoying the wide eyed reaction she received from the man in front of her. His cock twitched in his pants and he reached out, relishing in the feel of cupping his two favourite obsessions.

House slowly moved his hands downwards, enjoying the smooth expanse of skin under his large hands. He slipped a finger in to her laced panties, and she leaned in to him, moaning with pleasure. He set to work tentatively dipping a finger in and out of her, agonizingly slowly. He wanted to make sure she actually wanted this, wanted the physical as well as the emotional. Cuddy was on the verge of having her first orgasm already, just from the small touches he was placing on her, but before she could come he rolled them both over, his leg forgotten in the heat of the moment. Cuddy successfully grabbed his boxers, and freed his erection holding him in her hand, gently stroking up and down the velvet smooth skin. She broke free from her passion as she thought back, trying to remember that one night in med school. Was it possible for it to have gotten bigger over time? He pushed against her willing her to move and she did so, easing her hands up and down his length.

"Cuddy..." he panted breathlessly, her slow movements reciprocating the feeling he had given her moments before.

House pulled at her underwear and tossed them aside as he let his hands roam her body, making sure to feel every curve, to take in everything and push it to the back of his mind. God knows he'll be wanting to retrieve and relive this moment later. His eyes locked with hers as he rolled her onto her back and wrapped her legs around his hips. He slowly, without warning, pushed in to her, causing Cuddy to gasp leaning in to meet him. Either he was definitely bigger than she remembered or the fact that she just hadn't had sex in so long and was incredibly tight caused the most delicious feeling to overcome her whole body. He wondered why such a beautiful and intelligent woman, who got looks from men every time she crossed the hospital floor, wouldn't take advantage of the free sex. Though he assumed that's where the two genders differed. He slowly pushed a little further in to her, taking it slow, not wanting to hurt her at all.

After a few minutes Cuddy wrapped her legs tighter around him, urging him to carry on moving and he did so, pulling out then pushing in to her a little faster. House groaned as he pulled out of her nearly all the way, then pushed himself in, as he kissed and nibbled her ear lobe.

"House you've really gotta go faster…" she said, grasping his butt and pushing him down on her. With fluid motion he thrust in to her faster and hard, building up the climax between them.

Cuddy ran her fingers through Houses hair, kissing his chin and the scruff of his stubble as he continued to thrust in to her.

"House! Oh my god.. I'm close." She muttered breathlessly in between his movements.

"Let go then..." House replied. He wanted her to come before him, so he moved his hips faster into her, and reached down, toying with the small bundle of nerves above their joining, pushing her over the edge. He came straight after she did, empty himself in to her.

They remained still for a few seconds in pure bliss. Not one of them moving, or wanting to break the silence. After a moment House slowly pulled out of Cuddy. Mentally and physically exhausted from the course of events that had taken place previously. They fell back asleep to a well-deserved rest, House clinging on to Cuddy, her head buried in to his chest.

According to Hollie, she felt 'naked' writing this. LOLOLOL adios writers' virginity.

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