Chapter 12: Perfect world

Lisa Cuddy was surprised when the door to the honeymoon suite was opened only a moment before she could actually knock, being greeted by an equally surprised and, what confused her a bit, fully dressed Greg House.

"Cuddy… what are you doing here? Jimmy kicked you out of his room already?" he asked while closing the door behind him, stepping out in the hallway.

Cuddy sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Nothing happened. I just wanted to tell you that we're leaving with the next flight… and that you can have two or three days off… for honeymoon, if you'd like to", she told him, being confused when he started to walk up the hallway, frowning when she noticed that the limp was more pronounced.

"Is everything okay, House?"

"It's nothing… I just… forgot about the leg for a short time, and payback's a bitch." Walking back up to his boss he whinced before stopping, taking his Vicodin tube out of the front pocket of his jeans. Seeing that it was full Cuddy frowned at him while he took out two pills, dryswallowing them.

"You came to me for a refill only two days ago… I think I should have a word with Wilson."

He made a face at her.

"That is the refill from two days ago. I emptied the old one, and then I was busy with marrying…"

That got him a surprised expression.

"You're cutting them back?"

"I'm… trying. Sometimes moving alone makes it better."

"That is great!" Cuddy beamed at him, the smile fading when she realized that his expression had not changed.

"Most of the time I just wait until it is unbearable… to the point I know one pill will still help instead of two."

Thinking of her conversation with Wilson she knew what would be coming now. Nice House was yesterday. This time it was one-pill-doesn't-help-anymore House

"Why are you telling me this?" she asked, knowing that she actually didn't want to know the answer.

"Because… in a perfect world I would be inside the honeymoon suite right now, ignoring your knocking to tell us you were leaving… in a perfect world I could carry my wife over the threshold."

Of course he had to say something like that. After all they had talked about yesterday, after her confession that she still felt guilty…

"In a perfect world I probably never would have met her", House then said, surprising her for the third time this morning and she didn't even try to hide it.

Stepping up to the door he turned around to her for a last time with his hand on the handle.

"I'll let you know if we take the leave", he said, letting her stand outside the honeymoon suite, thinking that in a perfect world everything would be too boring for him, making him wish the world was less perfect.

He woke her when he sat down on the bed to get out of his sneakers. The painkillers finally did their job… and he had been walking up and down the suite for a while now, finding it funny that she didn't wake because of his uneven steps, but when he carefully sat down, trying not to wake her.

"You trying to run already?" she asked sleepily, making him smile.

"Nah… you used me up this night… I actually wanted to take a few steps, but ran into Cuddy right before our door and decided to make her feel miserable a bit."

"You didn't grill her about what she and James did this night, did you?" Scooting up in the bed she embraced him from behind, running her hands over his T-shirt-clad chest.

"Nothing happened. Wilson maybe wanted but Cuddy's not that kind of girl…. Though that might be a great rumor."

She nibbled on his right ear by now.

"What did you do then to make her miserable?"

"Told her how my life is different from a perfect world. Speaking of which: She offered us some days of leave for honeymoon. What do you think?"

Kissing his neck she let her tongue dart out to draw a wet line to the collar of his shirt.

"Perfect."

"So… what did he say? And by the way, I am really thankful you walked up there", Wilson asked while putting their luggage in the trunk of the cab.

"I told him that nothing happened when he asked me if you kicked me out of your room already… I think he was in too much pain to actually embarrass me", Cuddy answered while getting in the cab, still making a thoughful face when Wilson sat next to her and the driver took off for the airport.

"Maybe he only wanted to make you feel miserable."

"That he managed. Did you know he's cutting back his Vicodin-consumption?"

"Yes. Though I don't really know if that is good. I saw the pressure point and how painful it is… actually I thought Hannah was killing him back then when I heard him scream." Shuddering at the memory of that encounter the oncologist leaned back in the seat, not looking at a confused Cuddy.

"Pressure point? I don't think…"

"Believe me, I saw it. First he was screaming bloody murder and then I see him walking without the cane, trying to comfort Hannah…"

The look she threw him now let him realize that he had revealed too much.

"She was hurting him, so I pulled her off him and kinda… hurt her…"

"Wilson!"

"I appologized and bought them dinner. We're fine… that evening he admitted she was his girlfriend."

"It took him one year to…"

"Yup. His explanation is that he doesn't have the time to dawdle." Sighing the oncologist looked out of the window of the car.

"Sometimes I think it is good that I don't have children. House is enough to cope with."

Cuddy smiled sadly.

"Welcome to the club."

She was slipping her hands under his shirt, slowly massaging his chest while still kissing his neck.

"How bad is it?" she whispered, making him open his eyes which he had closed when she had started her caresses.

"I just took a pill, so…"

"How loud is your brain trying to convince you that this is a mistake?" Hannah asked while her tongue darted out at that spot on his neck where she knew he was ticklish.

"How do you…"

"You've been awake quite a while before getting up and getting dressed. When you get up it's bad… and you have to occupy yourself."

House sighed when she hit the spot, never ceasing to embrace him from behind.

"I… don't have any experience in what it means to be a good husband. Never had a role model. It doesn't feel like a mistake, though", he admitted, catching her hands under his shirt.

Her voice was silent next to his ear when she spoke up again, and he needed a moment to catch the amused tone.

"Well… rule number one for this husband: No hyperactive brain action in bed."

"What?"

Kissing his neck again her hands moved for pulling off his shirt, so he obediently lifted his arms, feeling her warm lips on his back as soon as she had the fabric over his head.

" 's the place for some other action", Hannah whispered against his skin, butterfly kisses travelling down his spine while her hands reached around him and opened his belt and pants. Grabbing her hands before they could sneak inside he made her stop.

"And what action would that be?" House asked with a grin on his face, when her tongue tickled against the skin of his back and her hands, still being held on her wrists effortlessly moved to embrace him, making him lay down on his back.

"I'll show you", she answered, straddling him and claiming his lips.

"Should I take notes?" he wanted to know, grinning slightly against her lips, feeling hers curl upwards, too, when she slightly shook her head.

"We'll improvise, I think…", Hannah said, her kisses once more leaving his lips and going down his bare chest and stomach, drawing lazy circles around his navel.

Stripping him of his pants he could see her tongue dart out once more, licking her lips when she spotted the tent in his boxers, softly kissing up his left thigh.

"See something you like?" he asked in a rough voice, trying hard to keep a stern face when he saw her amused smile, only her eyes telling him that she was smiling.

"Hmmm… Maybe…"

Licking over what he could identify as the hickey from the day before her hands caressed up his legs, only grazing the sides of his hips to tickle him at his waist.

He groaned disappointed when she didn't go for his boxers instantly but rather scurried upwards again to claim his mouth again, her tongue slowly dancing around his.

"Tease!" he managed to get out before one of her hands disappeared under the thin fabric, caressing down the hard length, making him draw a sharp breath. She just grinned against his lips.

"How's the carpet burn?"

"Annoying."

Butterfly kisses made their way down his throat, leaving a hickey next to his collarbone while nimble fingers made him groan again.

"Better…?"

"Hmmm… a bit… not much, though", he got out, his eyes monitoring her trail over his stomach, grumbling in protest when her hand left his boxers, only to lift his hips obediently when she kissed him below his navel, both hands gripping at the fabric.

"How's it now…?"

"Getting better…"

She smiled when she pulled the boxers of, being greeted by his proudly erect member and placed a quick kiss on the tip.

"And now…?"

"It's… uhnnn…"

He never finished that sentence, her hot mouth closing around his length, making him forget that there was something like words.

She was placing tiny kisses on his flushed face while he just couldn't wipe away the goofy grin.

"You know, you just wasted material", he panted as Hannah leaned her head against his shoulder, his hand caressing her back.

"Unless…", House mused, suddenly lifting his head from he pillow.

"Unless what?"

He looked at her for a while.

"Unless I scored already."

That got him an amused smile.

"I'm sorry, but we were a day or so late with our make up sex… but now we can practice…"

He never let her finish that sentence, turning her under him with a growl.

"Please, as if we need practice…"

"But it's fun… and if you don't want to, I think I can convince my husband to practise with me…", she grinned, making him shake his head and roll his eyes.

"So we can't call junior 'Honeymoon'… and you convinced your husband already", he said, repeating her butterfly kisses from before down her torso.

"Hmmm… I'm still trying to call junior 'Entrance door to Daddy's office', so…"

He silenced her with a kiss, pinning her beneath him.

"You know what…?"

He was caressing her hair while her hand drew circles around his right nipple.

"What…?"

"In a perfect world we'd never ever get out of this bed again…"

"Not even for food, or to go to the toilet or…?"

"Stop talking about that, I'm talking about a perfect world where you don't need to do this."

A thoughtfull expression appeared on her face.

"Don't you think sex would become boring when it's the only thing you can do?"

House smiled at that, his hand never stopping its caresses.

"So I think I should be glad this is no perfect world…"

It was no perfect word.

In a perfect world his cellphone wouldn't ring in the late afternoon.

In a perfect world he wouldn't be alarmed enough to actually answer it.

"I know, I promised you a few days off, but…"

Cuddy's voice sounded indeed as if she meant it.

In a perfect world people wouldn't get that sick that it needed a freak like him to figure them out.

"We can make out until the stewardess stops us", a voice whispered in his ear, showing him the bright side.

Maybe it was not perfect.

But it wasn't bad at least…