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After her dress fitting, Sophie and Susan went to a diner near the bridal boutique for dinner.
But while Susan was perusing over her wedding to- do list in her leather- bound planner in between bites of her Cobb salad, Sophie had barely touched the bagel and cream cheese she had ordered, her mind swirling with conflicting thoughts and emotions.
"Ok, so we have the place, the band, the flowers, your dress, almost all of the response cards have come back, the photographer, the video—" Susan rattled off.
"The video's a waste. We're never gonna watch it," Sophie mumbled.
"You don't know that," Susan replied, still focusing on her planner as she continued to check items off the list she had made.
"Yes I do. Nobody watches their wedding video," Sophie said.
"Years from now, you'll be glad that you have it," Susan told her.
"How do you know what I'm gonna feel like years from now?!" Sophie snapped.
At this, Susan looked up from the list with an arched eyebrow at Sophie, surprised at how her tone had changed. Sophie avoided her mother's stare and stirred her orange juice absentmindedly with her straw.
Noticing that Sophie had hardly eaten anything, Susan closed the planner.
"What's wrong?" she asked, knowing full well that Sophie was displacing her anger.
Sophie shrugged, not replying, continuing to play with her straw. Susan waited patiently, knowing that her daughter couldn't stay quiet for long.
"…I feel like I made a huge mistake by quitting school," Sophie admitted.
"Well you didn't," Susan told her.
Sophie rolled her eyes. "Mom, I gave up my whole career—"
"For a FAMILY. Something you thought you were never going to have," Susan reminded her pointedly.
"I know that," Sophie said. "I'm not saying—"
"Sophie, once the baby comes, your entire life is going to change. You're not going to have time or energy to finish a medical degree let alone complete a residency," Susan interrupted her.
"… People hire nannies—" Sophie mumbled.
"You really want a stranger bonding and taking care of your baby? You want to get a phone call in the middle of Rounds that the baby's sick or that something's wrong and you know that there's nothing you can do about it?!" Susan asked harshly.
Stunned at her mother's question and demeanor, she faltered for a moment.
"… N-no, of course not—" Sophie stammered.
"Then get your head out of the damn clouds and wake up! Your wedding is in two weeks and you're having a baby that you can't just pass off on someone else to take care of!" Susan told her flatly.
Sophie flinched, feeling as if her mother had just slapped her in the face.
"…I didn't mean—" she began.
"And eat something. You already passed out and dehydrated once," Susan added before turning her back to her list.
It didn't take long for Cuddy to give into her raging libido once she and House returned home from dinner at Tre Piani.
She pulled House through their doorway, grabbing the collar of his button down with both hands as he somehow managed to shut the door behind him with his foot.
They kissed frantically, moaning against each other's mouths, holding each other as closely as they could.
As they kissed, she immediately began to deftly work the buttons on his shirt, yanking it down off his arms. Their lips parted for only a moment as he roughly ripped her white maternity blouse open, exposing her gorgeous cleavage to him, not caring in the slightest that the buttons flew off the blouse in various parts of the foyer.
Her breath was ragged against his mouth, her arousal surging even more at House's urgency for her. He flung her blouse off onto the floor, pulling her as close against him as he possibly could.
House reached behind her back and deftly unhooked her bra with a flick of his thumb and index finger, causing her to gasp in delight.
He roughly pulled it down, revealing her incredibly voluptuous breasts, her darkened nipples a delicious offering to him.
"Oh god…" he moaned at the sight of her.
Leaving her bra still loosely hanging on her arms, he grabbed her right breast, taking her erect, pouty nipple greedily into his mouth. She squealed in delight as he suckled vigorously, fluttering his tongue against her peak.
He then backed her up against the door, gripping her ass possessively over her tight skirt.
"Ohh!" she cried out.
"Mine," he said in a gutteral tone against her neck.
Cuddy gasped for breath, her clit squeezing between her legs. "Yes…"
He hiked up her skirt part- way, skating his palms over the sides of her creamy, supple thighs, his fingertips brushing against the lace band of her thong panties.
She quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, shoving them down his legs, his erection springing free as she did so.
Without another word, he spun her around forcefully so she was facing the door and hiked up her skirt the rest of the way around her waist from behind her.
As a reflex, she slapped her hands against the door with a gasp, shocked but thrilled at the same time at the position he wanted her in and how forceful he was.
She whimpered as she felt him slip his fingers into the front of her panties, which were already damp.
"You're already wet for me?" he breathed against her ear, holding her tightly around her hip with his other hand, thrusting his erection against her ass as he pressed the front of his body against her back from behind her.
She panted, nodding, unable to speak, wanting him so badly she could taste it.
He started rubbing her clit with his fingertips. Her forehead flush against the door, Cuddy gripped onto the doorknob, thrusting her ass back against his erection, sexy little cries escaping her lips as he brought her closer and closer to the brink.
Suddenly, she felt House knee her legs apart from behind her and his hand leave her hip. She moaned in protest at the absence of his touch.
But as he roughly guided himself into her from behind, she cried out. His length filled her completely, tightly.
He grabbed both of her hips, thrusting into her over and over again. She bent over slightly, gripping onto the doorknob for dear life, her breasts, free from the confines of her bra, jiggling each time he pushed into her. They moaned together with every thrust, House holding onto her hips desperately as their lust and passion grew for each other.
She tossed her hair over her shoulders, biting her lip hard, turning her head back towards him, closing her eyes at the extreme pleasure he was giving her, her entire body on sensory overload.
At the sight of her like this, he exploded into her, groaning loudly as he doubled over her body, shuddering with the force of his orgasm.
Still on the edge, she pushed back against him more forcefully, getting delicious friction where she needed it most.
She barely made a sound as she finally tipped over, her face flushed, her legs almost collapsing underneath her.
Feeling her start to become weak, he somehow managed to hold her up, the two of them gulping for air in shallow, heavy breaths.
As they slowly began relax, she leaned heavily against the door, still breathing hard.
"… You ok?" House asked her in a gutteral tone as he recovered.
"Mhmm…" she breathed, her eyes closed, her temple leaning against the door.
After a few moments, she slowly turned around, pressing her back against the door and exhaling deeply, an incredibly satiated smile on her face.
House held her around her waist as she stood there, burying his face in her hair and letting out a huge breath of his own.
"Are YOU ok?" she asked teasingly.
"Never better," he assured her.
"How are you gonna run after a kid if you can't keep up with me?" she joked.
House turned around and leaned up against the door next to her, gazing at her with heavily lidded eyes.
"I have no idea," he admitted.
She laughed out loud, taking his hand.
"C'mon," she told him. "I'm not done with you yet."
After leading House back to their bedroom and shedding the rest of their clothing, Cuddy straddled House with ease, lowering herself onto his erection, which had somehow made a quick comeback.
His cock throbbed inside her as his eyes traced over her full breasts and belly. Holding her hips as they made love, Cuddy arched back with each of his slow, deep thrusts up inside her, her chest rising and falling as the most wonderful feelings surged throughout her body.
Her face flushed, her long beautiful lashes grazing the tops of her cheekbones, House couldn't take his eyes off her.
She was absolutely breathtaking.
Her curvy body exposed as an offering to him, he reached up and warmed her breasts, skating his thumbs over her nipples.
He reveled in the feel of her toned, shapely thighs against him, the feel of his body underneath her.
How tight she felt around him.
Cuddy leaned over and held onto their headboard for support, rolling her hips against him. Her skin, flushed and glistening with a thin film of sweat, House sat up from his prone position and sucked delicately on her neck, loving her sweet, salty taste.
They both drew in a breath, their eyes locked on each other, their lips parting simultaneously as her velvety walls contracted against his cock once again.
He watched her intently as the waves of pleasure crashed over her, her breath caught in her throat.
He released again inside her, his entire body tensing up at the force of his orgasm, and then all of his energy disappeared. She let out a long, lingering breath as she came down, lowering her body onto to the bed next to him, draping her arm over his chest.
As House caught his breath for the second time that night, he lazily pulled her close to him.
"…So was it worth the wait?" she asked in a low alto.
"If I say no, can we do it again?" he asked back, his voice hopeful yet rough around the edges.
"No," she stated, closing her eyes.
He chuckled a bit before falling asleep next to her a few moments later.
The next morning, House strode down the hallway that led to his office with a noticeable spring in his step, due to his sexcapades with Cuddy last night.
Through the glass, he spotted Sophie sitting at his desk in his private office, her head down as she sifted through paperwork. He also saw Foreman and Thirteen waiting for him in his conference room, having their morning coffee and reading the paper.
But he had no intention of entering his office at the moment.
Bypassing both windows, he continued to head down the hallway to Wilson's office and opened the door without knocking.
Used to House's intrusions, Wilson didn't even bother to glance up from his paperwork as House stood in front of his desk.
"I had sex last night," House announced in a grandiose fashion.
"Good- morning to you, too," Wilson mumbled.
"See, that's what friends do. They tell each other interesting anecdotes about their personal lives," House said.
"I'm surprised you're not telling the entire hospital about this interesting anecdote," Wilson commented as House took a seat on Wilson's couch.
"It's early. I'm pacing myself," House informed him, earning a derisive snort from Wilson.
"Unlike you, who is keeping his interesting anecdotes a secret," House added.
"I have nothing interesting nor anecdotal to tell you about my sex life," Wilson said.
"Not surprising since your girlfriend got fired yesterday," House retorted.
At this, Wilson sighed in annoyance, tossing his pen on the desk.
"Why didn't you say anything?" House asked.
"Yes, because it's usually my first priority to come to you when I'm having a crisis," Wilson said, his voice laden with sarcasm.
"It actually is," House pointed out.
Wilson raked both his hands through the front of his hair and wound them around the back of his neck, leaning back on his chair, while House waited patiently for him to spill his guts.
"Ingrid wants me to ask Cuddy for her job back," Wilson confessed.
House nodded once. "And since you haven't done that yet…"
"I can't," Wilson interrupted him in defeat.
"Why not?" House asked, furrowing his brow.
"Because it's my fault she got fired. I'm in no position to ask for anything," Wilson explained.
"Since when does that matter? I demand things all the time and I'm never in a position to ask for anything," House said.
"Yeah, well, I'm not a world famous diagnostician nor am I sleeping with the boss," Wilson replied in disgust, trying to focus back on his paperwork with little success.
"But you ARE usually willing to sacrifice yourself and make yourself look stupid to help others," House said. "Why is this different?"
"Maybe I don't want to look stupid anymore," Wilson said softly, refusing to meet House's penetrating stare.
"You're too proud to help her?!" House asked, truly surprised.
"Do have any idea how humiliating it is that I had no idea that I was engaged to be married to a sociopath who completely ruined my life?!" Wilson demanded angrily.
House thought about that for a moment.
"No, not really," he admitted with a shrug.
Wilson glared at him furiously, refusing to respond to House's insensitivity.
House tsked. "She fooled all of us. You're not special," House pointed out.
"Why doesn't that comfort me?" Wilson asked.
House lifted his eyebrows ever so slightly, feeling like he was missing a piece of the puzzle.
"Where's Ingrid now?" House asked.
"She has an interview today at Princeton General. Cuddy set it up," Wilson replied.
"Did you give her a reference?"
"Why should I? Cuddy's a better reference than I am."
And all of a sudden, everything made sense.
"You're lying," House stated. "You're not worried about being humiliated."
At this, Wilson said nothing, shifting around the papers on his desk.
"But what I can't figure out is what you ARE worried about," House added.
"Believe what you want to believe," Wilson said flatly.
Determined to get to the bottom of this, House left Wilson's office without another word, a plan forming in his mind.
But if his plan was going to work, he needed help.
TBC…