Two months later
Cuddy
House is asleep, and I feel his stomach rising evenly under my hand. One of my arms is wrapped around his waist, and my head rests lightly against his back. I know he's tired, but there's something I want to say. Have to say. I press my lips into his neck and scoot closer to his body. I bring one of my legs up so that I'm enveloping him from behind. I feel House shift a little and exhale. "Mmh…" he lets out. I snuggle in closer, kissing his neck again. This time, I feel him reach for my arm that's draped around him. He finds my hand.
"What, woman? I need my beauty sleep. Hotness doesn't regenerate itself, you know," he mumbles.
I laugh softly. "Hey," I say, jiggling him with my leg. "I have to tell you something."
I hear him groan but he extricates himself from my arms and legs and turns so that he's facing me. He looks at me sleepily. "What?" he mumbles.
I bring my hand out to touch the center of his chest and rub him there. I trace my finger down the center of his chest, down his stomach, and I rest the palm of my hand there. I lean in and kiss him on the lips, lightly licking his lower lip. I feel his surprise and the low grunt as he feels my tongue against his mouth. He pulls me away from him and says, "You've decided that the first time you want to have sex in months is when I'm overworked, half-asleep, and tired?"
I ignore him and start rifling my fingers gently through his hair.
"No, you idiot. I've decided," I say, looking into his eyes. "I've decided that…yes, I want to have sex with you, and…I, I don't want to use contraception. I want to try again," I say, the words coming out awkward and in a rush.
I hear him take in a sharp breath, and I feel his sharp eyes travel in lightning speed all over my face, looking for…for what?
"Why?" he says, his voice barely above a whisper. The silence and tension is deafening.
"Because…because I want to," I say. "Because I want to," I say simply. The only thing that I can say.
I expect him to barrage me with questions, with doubts, with arguments on how having a child to get over a child is the most idiotic thing to do for everyone, but he's quiet. He looks intensely into my eyes and studies my whole face for a good thirty seconds. Then, he clasps one of my hands and laces his fingers through mine. "Okay," he says, his voice a normal speaking tone now. He brings his face close to mine and kisses me, lightly capturing my lower lip beneath his teeth. "Okay," he says against my lips.
Some minutes later
"Make love to me," I say as I kiss his lips and feel him dipping lower to kiss my chin, my neck, the hollow in my neck. We're naked now, and my arms are above my head, my neck arched back. House's hips are between my thighs, and he's bracing himself above me with his arms. He brings his mouth back to mine as he brings one hand to gently touch my left breast, gently kneading and grazing my nipple.
He brings his hand right between my breasts and traces a line down my torso as he kisses the side of my neck. He brings his hand lower, and I feel myself grip him tightly as he tests my wetness. He continues to caress me there as we kiss, our tongues moving slowly against each other. After a short moment, I find myself bucking up suddenly when his fingers reach a part of me that sends shivers down my spine. He kisses the corner of my mouth as he gradually withdraws his fingers from me, and I feel him shifting back into position between my legs. I feel him against my inner thigh, and before long I feel him against my core. It's been so long since we've had sex that there's a little worry in the back of my mind, but as he pushes into me, I hear myself let out a moan and arch my back off the bed as he slowly makes all of his length inside of me. He kisses me gently again and then starts moving, rolling his hips into mine in a slow rhythm. I haven't felt him inside me for such a long time that I feel a little bit of pain, but that soon vanishes as I lose myself in his rhythm and start to rock my hips along with his. We find a rhythm that's neither fast nor slow and he actually slows down as he buries himself deep inside me to reach the spot he knows drives me insane. I let out a loud moan and grip his biceps. He hits the spot again, and I think I'll explode with the pressure. "Mmm.. House," I say, and then I feel him start to pick up his speed again. We're moving faster now, and I feel myself shiver every time he thrusts into me. I hear myself moan as I hear him grunt, the tiniest moans being released from his mouth as well. I wrap my legs around him as we move even faster, and I feel him explode inside me as I feel my orgasm tense my whole body and take my breath away.
House is still bracing himself on his arms, and his face is sweaty, and a bit red. I breathe heavily and bring my head up to give him a little peck on the lips. He smiles lightly as I pull away, and he rolls me into his side as he gets off me and settles into his place in the bed.
"Good night," he says, his arms around me. I feel his lips graze the top of my head.
"Good night," I say, and I close my eyes as I feel sleep overcoming me.