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: Sooo... I was experiencing a crazy Huddy overload so I had to ask Penelope S Cartwright for her input. Penny! :D Readers, read her awesome fics! :D

The overload was like an orgasm, without the sex. Unbeta'd! Errors are mine.

AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REVIEWING! I haven't really planned THIS chapter but it came to me as I was reading the reviews! :D

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO EVERYONE!

This, along with the others, is my Christmas gift to all of my readers! :)

SMUT warning: 1st part. 2nd part, clean. ;)

This will be my last chapter for the holidays! :D I'm gonna go on a Holiday hiatus :D

Drop a review on your way out, please! :D

ENJOY!

ABSENCE

CHAPTER 35: A SPECIAL CHRISTMAS CHAPTER

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Dec. 25, 7 am

"Good morning!" Cuddy greeted him as he exited the bedroom, his hair messy, clothes rumpled. She smiled as he walked towards her and pecked her on the lips.

"Mmm," she hummed, palms on his chest as he pressed her against the counter, his morning glory poking at her proudly. "Good to know you washed and brushed," she chuckled against his lips.

"I'm a good boy," he mumbled against her neck as he lavished attention on it. Cuddy tilted her head to the side, warranting him more space, her hand running through his messy hair.

"Only on Christmas," she chuckled throatily, gasping when he playfully bit on her jugular.

"Mmm, I can't be naughty on Christmas. Santa sees my every move," he said in between kisses, grinning against her skin. She chuckled.

"Let's keep this inside the bedroom, then," she seductively said, playing with the elastic of his pajama pants and catching a glimpse of his erection, biting her lower lip in excitement. Just the sight of him ready for her had her juices flowing. The wetness in between her thighs could not be denied.

House was about to pick her up when he noticed something.

"You're drinking tea," he said, eyebrows knitting.

"Way to ruin the mood," she dryly said, kissing his neck in hopes of distracting him into having his wicked way with her.

"But you're," he emphasized, frowning at the mug, "drinking," he tilted it so that it faced them, "tea! In the morning!" Then it hit him. She'd been drinking tea for quite some time now. His brows furrowed more. But it looked a bit trembling as her distracting kisses worked their wiles on him.

"And it's a big deal, why?" she asked against his ear, licking his lobe as she ran her nails against his scalp.

House was going to ask about it once again but stopped himself. He had time later on to ask about it. First thing's first. He sighed, letting go, and placed his hands under her legs.

"You're right," he said as he carried her to the bedroom. They kissed as he carried her along the hallway. Cuddy took her top off halfway there.

He gently laid her down on the bed before taking his clothes off and helping her get rid of her shorts.

He knelt in front of her, meeting her eyes before he dipped his head down to taste her, his tongue flattening against her entrance. She gasped upon contact, her hands instantly going to the back of his head. He hummed against her, the vibration coercing her juices to keep coming. She arched her back as he flicked his tongue at her clit, over and over again in varying speeds.

He introduced a finger into her, testing her readiness. It easily slipped inside her so he added another, his tongue never stopping its pleasuring her.

She started humming, moaning and crying out in random bursts as he incessantly tasted and sucked on her. Her juices tasted like nectar on his lips. He moaned into her, sending her careening into nirvana. He continued his ministrations until she relaxed, her body jerking once in a while.

He gave her entrance one last kiss before he kissed and licked his way up her body, pausing to pay homage to her glorious breasts.

He kissed her mouth as he slid inside her in one strong thrust. She cried out at the delicious mixture of pain and pleasure, whimpering against the crook of his neck.

"You okay?" he asked her before he started moving again when she nodded. He started moving slowly, giving her time to adjust.

It didn't take long before their pace quickened and House started making stronger and faster thrusts into her, her velvety channel welcoming him again and again with tight walls clamping on his engorged shaft. He groaned every time she clutched onto him with her muscles, the friction driving him feverish with need.

He sat on his haunches, pulling her up so that she was vertical and pushing herself down on him. She threw her head back as the legs she had wrapped around him clung tighter. She bounced up and down on him, their lips kissing uncoordinatedly as she impaled herself on his length. He was hitting a spot she never knew existed, driving her to the point of no return. She was coming. So was he. The position rendered her tighter, causing her to envelope him like a second skin.

Minutes later, she threw her head back as he vigorously rubbed her clit. Her back arched and he supported it. He groaned into the valley in between her breasts while she cried out, their eyes rolling into the back of their heads.

Together, they came hard, their orgasms wracking their body. Cuddy's walls clamped tightly on him, milking him for every drop and she moaned as he exploded inside of her.

He carefully laid her back down onto the mattress, sagging on her still panting body.

She carefully pushed him on his side, wrapping an arm around his waist while she lathered his neck with wet kisses and nips.

"I love you," she whispered drowsily, a satisfied smile on her face.

"I love you too," he replied, running his fingers through her damp wild curls.

9 AM

Cuddy sat on the bed, wrapped with the duvet. She waited with a smile as he fetched his hidden Christmas gift. "Where'd you hide it?" she called out, grinning as she reached for the toast on the tray beside her.

Breakfast in bed never gets old.

It was even sweeter when there was an event or a celebration.

"It's a secret!" he replied from what she thought was the linen closet. Damn, that's why she didn't find it, Cuddy thought.

"You're giving it to me anyway!"

"It's your house, I'm sure you could tell where my voice is coming from at the moment!" he said, grinning.

"It's ours now!" she pouted at him when he came in.

"Fine, ours," he said, bending forward to peck her on the lips. He couldn't believe how blooming she's been the past couple of days. Then again, she was always stunning.

He handed her his gift: a small envelope.

"I hope it's a check," she dryly mumbled as she tore the side.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed in surprise as she saw the words written on the plane tickets she pulled out from the envelope.

"House," she looked at him, her eyes misting up in joy and surprise. "How did you know?"

"Saw it as your screensaver," he shrugged, sitting beside her.

She kissed him on the lips for a good twenty seconds before setting her face in the crook of his neck. "That was years ago," she smiled fondly.

"Good memory," he winked. She giggled then looked down at the tickets again. They were going to Mon Saint Michel. It didn't matter if it was months from now. They were going. She smiled brightly and kissed him again.

"Thank you," she breathed when they broke the kiss.

"Where's mine?" he asked her whiningly. Cuddy smiled before patting his cheek. "Just a sec," she said.

Cuddy turned to pull the drawer of the bedside table and pulled out a small, blue box. She timidly handed it to him. He looked at her a second, wondering why she was acting a bit suspicious.

House opened the lid and his eyes widened in shock.

He let himself absorb the meaning before letting himself smile a little despite the fears that had taken hold of him. The fears got moved to the back of his mind as he absorbed the fact.

That's why she was drinking tea...

Baby Nikes.

"Merry Christmas, House," Cuddy smiled, tears in her eyes as her eyes met his surprised and excited baby blue eyes.

"You're going to be a Daddy!"