Two months later

Cuddy

"House," I say, exasperated. My arms are stretched out far above my head, and I'm sitting naked on the middle of the bed.

House is sitting right in front of me on the bed, and he brings his lips to my neck as he gently gropes my breast.

"Be quiet. Daddy's working," he says before bringing his lips back down to my neck again.

I roll my eyes in exasperation as he finishes groping my left breast and then moves on to the right. He brings his other arm around to hold my back up securely.

He's been doing this every couple of days, claiming that he has to monitor the progress of my breasts as the pregnancy goes on. I thought it was funny at first. And, most of the time, kind of hot because we would end up having sex after most of his "examinations." Today, though, I'm annoyed. It just feels…odd today.

"Can you hurry up? I have to go to the grocery store—pick up food, drinks…stuff—you know, things people do on weekends besides submitting to crazy examinations that don't make any sense?" I say as I summon my best sarcastic voice.

I feel his smirk prickling against my skin, and then, before I know it, he's kissing me as he runs a thumb gently over my nipple. He breaks away from the kiss and says, still caressing my breast, "I thought I told you to be quiet," in the voice he uses when he thinks he's being funny. And cute. Ah, hell. He's such a jackass. Typically House, always thinking of ways to maximize my increased hormones to his benefit. I feel my breath getting shallower in spite of myself, and I lean forward to kiss him, taste him, slip my tongue in his mouth as his hand on my breast creates a surging sensation through my veins.

When the kiss goes on for too long, House gently pushes me down on the bed and hovers over me. He nudges my arms upwards so that my arms are above my head, and he brings his hands down to gently cup both of my breasts. My neck arches backwards as he gently caresses my breasts and kisses me just the way he knows I like—a mix of short nips and long, drugging lip-locks. I feel myself getting wetter, and I start to move my pelvis against his subconsciously. I moan in his mouth when I feel him squeeze my left breast in his hand. Along with my arousal, though, is the resurfacing of an annoyance, a nagging voice that I didn't know existing, but one that I suddenly feel a strong urge not to ignore.

I break away from his lips, panting, and I say, "Hey. I don't think I like this game anymore. Why are you trying to control me?" I demand. I caress the hair at the base of his neck to signal to him that I'm not angry, just annoyed and in need of…what? I don't know what. Just to say that to him.

House studies my face for a moment—the thing he does where his blue eyes seem enormous, filling my field of vision as he searches for whatever he looks for in a quick, scattering assessment of all the grooves of my face.

He suddenly brings both his hands underneath me so that he's pulling me up slightly from the bed, with both his hands cupping both of my shoulder blades.

He kisses me once, and then pulls me upright along with his own body, and I end up straddling him on the bed. He kisses me again, and I gasp slightly at the feel of his erection nudging against my entrance. He's holding me right above him, his hands firmly on my hips.

He gives me one more kiss before he looks in my eyes and uses his grip on my hips to slowly sink me down on him. I gasp at the penetration, and I feel my muscles pulse as he pushes all of himself inside of me. When I've taken him all in, he leans close to my face and says in a low voice, "You can be in control now."