A/N: YIPPY!!! I just finished a very well written Marxist rant on the book Crime and the American Dream by Messner and Rosenfeld (good read!) and to celebrate this awesome paper I update for you all. Oh and this is all finished, got to the end, sort of a let down actually, and I am sorry for that. However, there are about 9 more chapters after this one!

And Unfortunately I could only get through like a page of this update reading so sorry for ears but it's almost a little after 4 a.m. and I've been up for over 36 hours now. Bed time. Enjoy.

Chapter 21

Cuddy felt warm, blankets wrapped around her, she did not want to get up. Her internal clock told her she still had awhile until she had to get up. Moving her head, the clock on the nightstand told her she had an hour. The night before they both drifted of to sleep she forced House to set the alarm clock for her. That little action had taken all of her ability to blame the wine for what had occurred between them the night before. A person who is drunk on wine, or has loss some inhibition because of alcohol, does not ask for the alarm clock to be set for the next morning. This fact did not trouble her though, right now she was enjoying laying in his bed again, the only thing covering them were the blankets. She moved over to him curling up against him once again, feeling the warmth of his body as he slept.

Her head rested on his chest, listening to him breath, his faint heartbeat. Her arm wrapped around his torso, if he were awake he would accuse her of smothering him. House was one who rarely cuddled and when he did, it was only for a short period of time. They had cuddled after sex, both times, but eventually he would move away from her. She knew he needed his space, cuddling was something that one had to become use too. She doubted House cuddled a lot with anyone, ever in his life. Her leg was pulled up over his, gentle not to hurt his right thigh, his body was still covered in multiple different colors that the healing bruises had become. Kissing each one the night before had caused House to laugh at her and call her pathetic, pushing her down to the bed, so he could kiss her mouth, and so she would stop kissing his injuries.

Now in the quiet morning hours she wondered what this all meant. Were they both capable of having a relationship with another person. She knew her only problem with relationships was she never had time for them. The hospital had become her husband and children over the years, but House understood that probably more than anyone else did. What about House? He swore he did not want Stacey anymore, but Cuddy couldn't help but feel a pang of fear. There was also the fact that House did not seem to be the relationship type. From the time she has known him he had one serious relationship which ended in an explosion that rivaled most supernova's. The end of the relationship spewed toxic waste throughout his life. Was he finally finished cleaning up the waste, was he truly ready for another relationship?

"Stop thinking." House said his voice groggy with sleep.

"How do you know I'm thinking?"

"Because I can hear the wheels turning in your head, it's disturbing my beauty sleep."

"Oh far be it me to deny you your beauty sleep, you need it."

"Takes a lot of work to be this pretty." House said shifting, he wanted to move out from under Cuddy, he was uncomfortable felt like she was smothering him.

Cuddy felt him moving under her and moved away. To hide the action she grabbed his pill bottle off the nightstand, "Need these?"

"yeah." House said sitting up in the bed and taking the bottle from her. He looked at the clock on the nightstand and groaned, "God it's early."

Cuddy smiled at him, "For you I would think it would just now be bedtime."

"Usually." House admitted he was use to going to bed in the early morning hours. That was usually when he finally was exhausted enough that the pain in his leg or the thoughts in his head could not contend with the need for sleep. "Can I get a treat for being up this early." A grin on his face, he expected her to tell him no.

"What about your parents?"

"They won't be coming back. Whole reason you gave me a ride home last night. Remember? Or did I just fuck you so good that you forgot everything?"

"Even you could not have that effect on a woman House." Cuddy said playfully smacking him.

"So do I get a treat?" House asked, "I think you deserve one for getting up early every morning."

Cuddy went to protest again, but House reached over her, almost pinning her to the bed as he placed his pill bottle back on the nightstand. When he moved back, he stopped in the middle of her body, kissing her first on the lips, and than trailing kisses down until he reached her navel.

Breathing deeply Cuddy could not deny she was turned on, and that she wanted him one more time before she left. She moaned when she felt him move his hand between her legs, opening them to allow his body to fit between. His hand moved up her thigh, gentle long fingers ticking the skin of her inner thigh as the moved into her, he felt her warmth wetness and smiled. Just touching and kissing her had been enough to get her ready. He gently massaged her, his mouth finding hers as she groaned into his mouth.

"Now…" She said he was driving her insane teasing her. God she hated how quickly he learned her body, how easy he now played it.

House moved up sliding inside her with much more ease than he had the first time they made love. This was not the movies, when two consenting partner make love for the first time it is clumsy it is never a fined tuned orchestra with fireworks to accompany the music. Not the first time making love is clumsy like learning a new piece of music, practice was needed before the orchestra with the fireworks. If one attempted the orchestra with fireworks accompaniment someone was going to get burnt and the orchestra would suck. Lucky for him he was a quick learner, and so was Cuddy, by the second time they made love that night they were well on their way to have an orchestra with flawless music, now their fourth time the fireworks should be easy to obtained.

Cuddy dug her nails into his back as he thrust in quickly and withdrew slowly, repeating the rhythm over and over pushing her farther and farther. Her legs wrapped around him trying to force him to trust faster and keep him in her longer. Nails digging into his skin, grasping for sanity.

House started to thrust faster with his own need. Cuddy's soft moans below him pushing him closer and closer to his own climax, but he would not climax until he pushed her over the edge, and he knew he was so close to doing it. Reaching down he helped her along, his fingers playing with her clit as he thrust in and out. He felt her muscles tighten around him, her legs squeezing him, keeping him inside her as she climaxed, her nails once again digging into his back, keeping her grounded in this world.

He followed behind her, moaning as he emptied into her, his hips thrusting at the friction of being trapped by her muscles. When he finished, and she let him free he collapsed on the bed next to her, both of them panting, a film of sweat covering them. Neither of them speaking too exhausted to think of anything to say.

Cuddy curled into him, she felt his arm go around her holding her close to him. Post sex was always time for cuddling, just not to long. Both of them fell asleep again forgetting the world outside of the bed.

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House limped into work, exhausted from multiple bouts of sex the night before. Smiling at the memory of Cuddy in his shower with him, surprised at what she had done to his back, the scratch marks litter his once smooth scratch free skin. She had apologized, leaving him to explain that it was fine, that he had not even felt them. It did not stop her from putting antibiotic ointment on the scratches and apologizing to him again. Walking past her office he saw her inside working, telling her assistant the orders of the day he assumed, he pushed past like he would do most morning. No reason to change his morning routine. He reached his office and sat behind the desk, relaxing into the chair he waited for the inevitable interruption to his morning cat nap.

Wilson had been the one to interrupt walking into the office and taking his seat in front of House's desk. Placing the cup of coffee he had gotten for House on the desk he leaned back in his chair. "Hey where were you last night I called your house around ten and you never answered."

"You know I never answer your phone." House said grabbing the cup of coffee.

"Yeah but the strange thing was I called Cuddy's house and she didn't answer either." Wilson said raising an eyebrow wondering if House had stayed out that late with Cuddy, "Which leads me to wonder if the dinner went well."

"Peachy. Everyone got along. My mom is back with my dad and she's happy." House said trying to change the subject from what he and Cuddy had been doing at ten o'clock the night before.

"Wait your mom and dad are back together?" Wilson asked taking the bait, but remembering it. House hated to talk about his parents, so something must have happened to make him want to talk about them more than what happened at ten o'clock.

"Yeah. That's what I said." House said, "You've been around my team too long stating the obvious now."

"How did that happen?"

"Well you see two people meet, they fall in love…"

"You know what I mean House. Does it have something to do with why he visited yesterday?"

"He came to apologize." House said.

"And you accepted."

"Not really. But I told him to go back to my mom."

"And why would you do that?" Wilson asked.

"My mom loves him, she was missing him. She would never say that, but she hated the fact she had to choose between her son and her husband. I made the choice easy for her. I can visit them once a year and that is more than I did before, and she would be happy." House said.

"So you did it to make your mom happy?"

"Yeah." House said wondering why Wilson would be so surprised. House would do anything for his mom, almost anything, "He makes her happy. I shouldn't get in the way of that."

"Ok." Wilson said not sure of what to make of it. It was the most selfless thing he has ever seen his friend do. "So you and Cuddy were together at ten last night?"

"Yeap we were making mad passionate love. You should see the scratches she left on my back." House said taking another drink from his coffee cup, almost spitting it out when he saw Wilson's eyes grow big. His poor friend did not know what to say or do.

Moving his hand to his neck like he did when he was nervous he asked, "Seriously?"

"Do you really thing Cuddy would sleep with me?" House asked.

"So nothing happened." Wilson asked cautiously.

"Oh not a lot happened." House had a smile on his face.

"Seriously?"

"No." House said almost laughing.

"So you two didn't sleep together?"

"Oh we slept together."

"You had sex? Serioiusly?"

"A gentlemen never kisses and tells Wilson."

"You had sex with Cuddy? Seriously?" Wilson mouth was almost hanging open from shock.

"No. But I did dream about it." House said getting up from his desk. Foremen just entered the conference room with a blue file, which meant a case. "Gotta go to work now. You run along and play with your bald friends."

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Wilson knocked on Cuddy's door waiting for her to tell him to come in. When he walked in he closed the door behind him and looked around to make sure no one was around, "Did you have sex with House last night?" Wilson asked.

"What did he say that?" She was worried they had promised not to say anything, not to make it public until they were sure they both were ready for the relationship.

"No not so much. But I like the fact you didn't deny it."

"House has been saying we slept together since everyone brought up the idea last year."

"You still didn't deny it."

"What else did he say?" Cuddy asked.

"He said you scratched his back up during it." Wilson said his face turning red from embarrassment. Of course House didn't have sex with Cuddy. She was his boss for godsakes. That was why he and her never went past friends. House would say anything just to get a rise out of his friend and his boss.

"I think you know better Wilson." Cuddy said seriously pissed at House, even if he was doing it to joke around with Wilson, rumors started that way, and if anyone did see his scratched back than they would know he wasn't lying for once.

"Yeah I'm sorry. Just forget I ever mentioned it." Wilson said feeling stupid that he had fallen for another one of House's tricks. "So how was dinner last night?"

"Fine. House's dad was there. He and…"

"Yeah House already told me. His father apologized to him."

"I can't believe House just accepted."

"He didn't he is doing it for his mother. Wants her to be happy."

"That man is a never ending paradox. Once you think you have him figured out something contradicts that." Cuddy said hiding a smile that threatened to creep on her face, it was one thing she loved about House.

"Tell me about it. But I better let you get back to work and I have work to do myself." Wilson left her office wondering why cuddy never outright denied having sex with House.

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