DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything related to Fox or the TV show House. I'm only borrowing some characters. The characters belong to David Shore and company.

A/N: SMUT WARNING for 1st Part only.

Thank you so much for the response to last chapter! I'm very grateful! I hope you guys continue the enthusiasm for this story. It really inspired me to make the story better than before!

I kept jumping like a crazy person when Gmail counted the revs. Lol…

I'm going to explain myself now:

THERE'S SMUT for "yes" voters! And don't kill me after reading smut. It'll just get hotter (and I mean, hotter, hotter) after that.

:D I only have two words for everyone: TRUST ME. :D

2nd scene's divided from the 1st (Smut) so those who don't read smut can skip it.

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BREAKING WALLS

CHAPTER 14: HUNGER

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"I know you want to kiss me." Cuddy said in a breathless whisper as she pulled House to her by the lapels of his jacket.

House met Cuddy halfway and their lips met with such a fiery intensity that their world was set ablaze. They were still in her doorstep but it didn't matter; nothing else mattered.

One hand tightened its grip on the lapel of his jacket while the other smoothed down his chest then slowly slid up to the back of his neck to pull him closer, claiming him as hers. Their lips slid slickly against each other and she tilted her head to deepen the kiss. Eventually House asked for access when his tongue slid temptingly on her bottom lip, letting her know what he wanted. She obliged and parted her lips for him, only him, letting his tongue caress her mouth tenderly. She moaned appreciatively in his mouth and tangled her tongue with his and the kiss grew even more passionate as the seconds and minutes passed by.

House gently pushed her to the front door, pinning her there with one arm supporting her back as they continued kissing fervently. Cuddy released her grip on his jacket and fumbled with the doorknob, trying to get the key-- that she knew had marked her now based on her stinging palm—inside the keyhole so they could continue what they were doing in private.

When she finally got the key in the hole, she turned the knob and the door swung open due to the force they were putting on it. House caught her in his arms to prevent her from falling. They got inside her house and she led him to her room all the while kissing each other in the same frenzied way like seconds ago.

Reaching the bedroom, House stood in front of her bed with her ensconced in his strong arms, kissing him tenderly this time, telling him without words that she wanted this too. She wanted him.

He let her settle on the bed and looked at her like she was the only one that mattered. She blushed under his piercing gaze filled with desire. Hunger for her; hunger that needed satiating. But that wasn't the only thing she saw. She saw need, desire, apprehension, and a glint in his eye that told her something she couldn't quite place her finger on. But that didn't matter at the moment.

House carefully made his way towards her, kissing every exposed flesh on his way to her lips and drawing out moans and whimpers from her. She needed him.

He claimed her lips with his and drowned himself in her invigorating scent and her intoxicating mouth with her full and delicious lips. Every part of her was enthralling, every scent intoxicating. While he drowned himself in her scent and her lips, she drowned herself in the oceans that were his eyes. He left them open for her; he was watching her face contort in pleasure.

She relieved him of his jacket and everything else under it and ran her hands up his well-toned arms and shoulders then down to his chest and his back as he kissed her neck. A while later her dress became nonexistent as he got it off her.

She gasped when she felt his manhood rubbing against her thighs. She realized he had taken off his pants and his boxers. His hands roamed every inch of her creamy smooth skin that he could reach. Lower. Deeper. Sampling. Once in a while, tasting, feeling and stroking. Cuddy became even more vocal as her senses awakened the part of her that had been veiled for a long time until House worked his magic on her. Her primal moans, whimpers, and cries echoed in the room.

Her eyes locked onto his when she opened them. His hand reached for one of hers and laced their fingers together and kissed her hard as he surged inside her in one swift thrust, swallowing her cries of ecstasy, pleasure, and pain. The brand of pain she wanted to feel every single moment of the day. Her eyes fluttered shut from the sensations he buried her in. He paused for a while, letting her catch her breath.

On his second thrust her eyes shot open.

Cuddy was breathing hard as she took in her surroundings. She was in her bedroom. Alone. A slightly thick film of sweat covered her body, drenching her thin nighties and her bed sheets. She was panting hard.

It was just a dream. Dream sex. A dream sex with House! Oh God, oh God, oh God.

She felt the throbbing sensations in her lower abdomen and even lower. God, she was aroused because of a dream. She needn't confirm that she was wet; Very wet. She felt it. She felt her juices flowing from her.

Oh God, I want him. Cuddy whispered. She was sexually frustrated. She looked at the clock on her bedside table, 3 am. She slumped back on her bed and smacked her forehead with a still somewhat trembling hand.

Why didn't they just go with it when she kissed him last night! They kissed fervently just like that dream! Why didn't they continue? Hell, why did she even pull away? Why didn't they just jump off that cliff, everything else be damned?!

At a time like this, she wished House made the move of ravaging her and making her go wild by screwing her senseless!

I need him, Cuddy thought again. Her body was on the verge when she woke up. She was now reduced to feeling certain parts of her anatomy throbbing deliriously.

She hungered for him, craved him like he craved cases. She needed him at that moment to satisfy her to love her, in fact. Maybe she just needed him period. But the current situation was eating at her.

She was hungry: Hungry for House.

Cuddy knew she wouldn't be able to sleep again so she got out of bed, changed into something… dry. She tied her curly hair and removed her wet sheets and put them in her laundry room then changed the covers to dry ones. She cleaned her entire house to forget about… House, and get rid of the throbbing feeling that kept haunting her; Every time she thought of him a certain part of her tugged and throbbed in need.

She worked on anything at all for two hours to keep her mind off sex. God she wanted sex. She liked it. She likes him. He was driving her crazy! Then again, when didn't he?

Cuddy sighed, she was thinking of him again. She got in the shower and took a cold one to relieve herself of all thoughts of jumping him, kissing him in the middle of the clinic, or his office, or even in the janitor's closet. She sighed loudly when the cold water extinguished—even if temporarily—the flames burning every part of her body. It set her temperature back to normal but left her lips with a light tinge of blue.

How come she was the only one fussing over this?! What about him?! Cuddy suddenly scoffed loudly when the answer to those questions hit her:

House needn't dream of her having sex with him. He fantasizes about her too much to even get all hot and bothered because of one hot dream. Bastard, Cuddy thought.

That jerk should ask me out again or else, God forbid, I'll ask him to have dinner here.

Cuddy thought she sounded too desperate but what was wrong with wanting to get what you wanted? She was a strong, independent woman who could get whatever she wants. And House never was the righteous person who'd like to do everything by himself so why not ask him? Hell, he'll even get turned on if she did.

That was it. If he didn't ask her out soon, she'll take that step.

She dressed up for work, making sure that her cleavage was much accentuated, in a somewhat, still decent way. She wore a red power suit to let him "see" the fire that scorched her system earlier. She wore a black skirt much shorter than the usual, already short ones she wore, that were still considered professional; she knew he couldn't resist her toned legs just as much as her breasts. She had her hair the way it was, let down and curly; so as not to be too obvious of what she planned on doing.

She was going to make House melt into a puddle before he had her doing so, or she'll just have him asking her out again in no time, no puddles required.

Oh God, we'll be reeking of even more sexual tension when we're done with this. This hasn't even begun and we're already overflowing with it! Perfect, she thought with a sinfully seductive grin.

She double checked everything she needed for work, and locked up.

Thinking of everything she had in store that day, Cuddy smiled mischievously and sexily before walking saucily out her front door carrying her briefcase, car keys, determination, A-game, and sex appeal along with her for Mission Impossible:

House hunting.

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A/N: Liked the smut? Lemme know what you think.

Don't worry; the really real smut will be coming soon…

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