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Disclaimer-I don't own the characters of House, MD. This chapter contains adult content. (This is just some slightly smutty vacation fun. Everyone deserves a little fun on their vacation. It's marked as usual)


Their last full day in Tahiti was bittersweet. Transferring from an existence where the primary goal was relaxation and fun to the harsh reality of everyday obligation was always uncomfortable.

When Cuddy woke the morning of the last full day, she slipped into the tub for a long, pleasant soak with a book. She enjoyed her reading in peace until she heard House rifling through things in the other room. His voice, emanating from the doorway, echoed, "I can't believe you've been saving this…why haven't I seen it before?"

She didn't look up from her book, instinctively knowing exactly what he had in his hands, "You were going through my luggage?"

"This is way too good to leave hidden in your luggage," he said, as he sat on the edge of the tub, holding out the lingerie that he dug out of her bag.

"You didn't give me time to put it on. At what point did I need to encourage you? We've had more sex since we got here than we've had non-sex. I figured I'd save it for later when we needed the inspiration."

"When have we ever needed the inspiration? Just because we don't need it, doesn't mean I wouldn't like it."

"I can't believe you went through my luggage."

"I can't believe that you can't believe that," he said matter-of-factly. "Now, I also found these cute little handcuff thingies."

"I heard you like to play cops and robbers."

"These...you definitely should have broken out…I would love to play with them. So, since you've been exceedingly bad, hiding them from me…I guess we'll have to leave these out for later."

"They aren't for me."

"You bringing us an island girl tonight…someone we can bestow our vast knowledge on to be passed on through the generations?"

"No"

"You had 13 shipped in from Guatemala?"

"No"

"I'm still not into guys or animals, Cuddy…"

She chuckled, as she continued reading, barely paying him any attention. "They're for you," she added, absently.

"I know, and I'll be happy to use them…I'll be waiting for you after your bath."

"I'll rephrase. They're for you to wear."

"I don't think so, that's not how we work."

"You like trying new things."

"Not that"

She stopped reading, and looked up at him, "You're kidding? You've done it to me, what's the difference?"

"I need my freedom in order to meet your ravenous needs."

"My needs have long since been met…this is about fun."

"Eh…not so fun, I'll pass…but I do always enjoy 'restrained Cuddy'..."

"You don't trust me?"

"Of course I trust you."

"What exactly do you think I'm going to do that would be so horrible?"

"I don't think you'd do anything horrible, I know you wouldn't, it's just not enjoyable for me."

"Don't know until you try."

"I know. I can use my imagination."

"This…is about control…"

"Duh"

"No, I mean, you are a bit of a control freak too."

"I'm not. This is different."

"I've tried to give up on controlling everything. I want you to give up on controlling this one thing, for one night…"

"No. I had no idea you were so in to this…this…is very telling…"

She put her book down on the edge of the tub, stretching her arm lazily outward. "Today…it's my way, or no way."

His eyes lit up at the challenge, at her insistence. "You think you can get me to cave by withholding sex? I'm like a camel and you've been a pretty accessible oasis lately, so I think I can resist for a while."

"I've done it before, and succeeded. This isn't about personality. This is about sex. It's about trust and fun, and the fact that I think I can make you completely crazy. And I think you'd really enjoy yourself. I've always trusted you enough, and it's slightly insulting."

"You need someone to administrate…"

"You figured me out. I miss being the boss…you are the only one here…" she joked.

"You think you can get me to cave?"

"Hope so…or at least it will be fun trying," she said, while she let the water out of the tub and stood.

"I'm not that easy to manipulate," he said to her, as she walked by.

"I know…I have to get out of the tub sometime. You can leave the room if you want, I'm not forcing you to stay."

He folded his arms indignantly. "I've seen it all before," he said, acting unaffected and watching her walk over toward the towel hanging on the wall.

She ignored him for a moment, but when she walked past him, she looked him right in the eye, "Which…is why you know how much you want it."

He couldn't suppress his grin. "I will win."

"That is entirely possible…I just hope you understand, the 'prize' for winning…is you, finishing the day, with your hand and a long shower…"

"My 'prize' will be the way you'll be begging me for more."

She chuckled and walked away. He lay on the bed and watched her get dressed, enjoying the sweet torture of not having her, a sensation so familiar from years of experience, with the even more pleasant knowledge that at one point, one of them would cave and he'd have her again.

She dressed, putting on panties and a bra that were sexy, but nothing unbelievable on anyone else. On her, they were irresistible. A simple tan sundress covered more of her and she added sandals, which she put on in a way that was somehow sexy in and of itself. He watched her put on her makeup, style her hair and straighten her clothes one final time. In the years she was absent, he couldn't believe how much he missed watching her do simple things, in unassuming ways that were somehow attractive to him.

She wandered around the room getting ready, feeling herself become excited by the fact that he was watching her. No one ever made her feel as irresistibly sexy as he did. He was lying on the bed, watching her get ready, with a confident, unconcerned look on his face. He had no idea how incredibly attractive he was, just being there. His legs were crossed at the ankles, hands folded behind his head, and his eyes followed her like magnets on iron. She knew that no matter what she told him, how many times, or in how many ways, he would never understand how attractive he was to her. He knew he was good in bed…a skill he honed long ago, his powers of observation and attention to detail making him a fantastic partner. He didn't know how attractive he was just relaxing there.

Their equally competitive natures made games of temptation like these powerfully fun. Any lesser of a competitor and there would have been no point in trying.

They went into town, so she could pick up some clothes. He knew her goal and enjoyed every second of her flaunting in front of him. He didn't complain about the amount of time he waited, he reacted with just enough interest to make her want to try harder while she put on a few different dresses, finally settling on the two she knew he liked the most. "Hey, House…" she called from inside a fitting room.

He smiled, shook his head and walked over to the dressing room, easily peering inside over the door, "What?"

"Zipper's stuck"

"Sure it is"

"I'm serious...could you help me?"

"Oh absolutely…" he said, as she unlatched the door and he walked into the tiny room.

He tugged at the zipper half-heartedly and leaned down to whisper in her ear, "I don't know if I can get it…you'll have to be patient with me."

He slipped around to the front of her, his hands circling her waist, and he sat down on the bench situated against one wall. Pulling her forward, so she stood between his legs, his eyes level with her breasts, he reached around her to the zipper. Her breasts could feel the tickle of his rough face and the warmth of his breath. He saw a shiver cross her body, covering her skin from points of contact and outward. He could feel her body surrendering, ever so slightly, and was certain that by the end of the day, he'd be the victor…until she sighed. She barely made a sound at all; the slightest murmur of noise that he probably felt more than he heard, and he felt a tremor in his stony confidence.

His fingers, less nimbly than he wanted, started the zipper and slid it down her back. The fingers not actively holding the clasp trailed down her skin. He placed light kisses along her collarbone and she stooped slightly to kiss his lips, both of them exhibiting amazing restraint and offering only meager contact. She stood back up, still dangerously close to him. Each of them carefully controlled their breathing, both wearing smug grins and entirely unwilling to admit defeat.

"Thanks," she said, cheerily, spinning around and bending to swoop up her own clothing.

"That's a cheap shot, even for you!"

"Hunh?" she asked, innocently.

"Sticking your ass in my face"

"Just getting dressed. If it's too much for you to handle, you can go back outside and wait patiently…like a good boy."

His eyes flared, "You're just fueling my resistance."

She gathered the items that she wanted to purchase and left him sitting in the fitting room.

She stood at the counter, waiting to pay, and he leaned against it next to her. When the clerk announced the total, he handed over the money to pay for the items and flashed an endearing and genuine smile. "What are you doing?" she questioned, her tone aghast.

"Same thing I've always done. Acted in a well-mannered, gentlemanly way."

She scoffed, loudly, the meaning clear without any actual words crossing her lips.

"What?" he asked, looking at the clerk with disbelieved confusion. "Women. Deep down, they still can't resist a guy who pays. Particularly the ones who can't hold down a job."

She shook her head, grabbing the bags and leaving the store.

When he caught up with her in the street, the light so bright he was squinting to find her, she was sitting on a bench, searching through the contacts on her phone. "Who are you calling?" he asked.

"I can't take it!" she said, frustration clear on her face.

"What? All you have to do is give up this silly notion of controlling me. Allow us to return to our room and I can demonstrate to you, multiple times, why I am…and should remain…unfettered in bed."

"It's not about the sex thing!"

He looked around for what she could be talking about. "You lost me now, Cuddy. I'm…not following you in anyway…who are you calling?"

"Simpson."

"NO! No…no… Seriously? No! I was joking… a joke," he whined. "You said you wouldn't."

"I can't take it anymore! I need a job."

"OK, you win that one…I'll stop. It's just a joke. A humorous role reversal…I'm responsible, you aren't…I'll probably never get to play that one again, so I figured I'd take advantage now. What can I do to…wait," he said, suspiciously, "You want me to cave to your freaky desires and you're using this to manipulate me…" He stepped back and pointed at her, "Manipulator!"

"This isn't about the game…the game's over…"

"Look…how about this. I will help you figure out the job thing when we get back...I promise."

"OK," she said, still less than enthusiastic.

"I don't want you to give up on the game…what's the fun in that?"

"Right…like you don't want to win!"

"I do want to win. But not because you forfeit over something like this. I want to win when you forfeit because of my irresistible hotness."

She smiled against her will, "You are…incredibly hot…and annoying."

"A delicate balance. And the reason you will never have a lot of female friends. They'll always be ridiculously jealous of you and your having of me."


"*"

After their disagreement, it took only a few moments before the two returned to their devoted torment of each other. When they arrived back at their bungalow, the air was thick with anticipation, neither of them caving, and each ridiculously tense with arousal. He got drinks for them and stood, leaning in the doorway, facing the night sky one more time before their return to New Jersey.

"Thank you so much for this trip, it has been amazing!" she said, as she leaned against him and he instinctively draped his arm around her.

"We need to do this stuff a lot, becau…" his fingers trailed along the lace of her clothing and he looked down and saw she was wearing the lingerie he found earlier.

"I owe you that lap dance I promised you…for getting your license…"

"Funny how you'd pick now to pay up," he said, smiling.

"I know…timing is everything. You can pass on it…"

"Right...I'm sure we both know just how likely that is to happen."

She pulled him to a chair that she took from the table, turned up the stereo with music that he could tell she already had selected, and danced in front of him as if she'd been a dancer all of her life. He couldn't help but think, if all of those who had worked for her over the years could have seen her like that, no one would have heard a single word she said…but they all would have tried desperately to obey her commands.

He anticipated the moment when he'd be able to feel her, and he dreaded it at the same time, because he knew he had been teased to an almost unmanageable level. He flung one arm casually over the seatback and let his other arm hang, leaning down into the chair so she'd have easy access to him. He felt his resolve receding each time her breasts came close to his face, but when he could finally feel her brushing against his erection, seductively timing the swing and swivel of her hips to make him perfectly insane with desire, he wondered when winning became so important. He would always be surprised that he could do this to her…get her to act this way for him.

She pulled his shirt off and directed one of his hands to her hip, so he could feel the way she was moving, so that he could anticipate the moment when he would be allowed to take possession of her. She leaned in closer, still keeping her rhythm, her lace covered breasts brushing against his naked chest, while she teased him and sighed a gloriously desirous sigh against his neck. The two of them each pulled their faces back, his hand putting pressure on her hip to move her closer and then each said, with absolute synchronicity, "Fuck it, you win."

They said, simultaneously again, "Seriously?" before they both began to laugh.

Neither found the situation amusing enough to stop their seduction. She ran her hands along his arousal and she felt his knee bouncing nervously as he tried to distract himself from the sensations. She opened his pants and yanked them and his boxers down past his knees, which he tried to kick off while she was climbing back up onto him. They worked cooperatively to remove most of her outfit, and she grabbed her restraints and managed to get one of his hands ensnared, and attached to the chair he was sitting on, before he lifted her one leg and looped his free arm under her knee and thigh and pulled her forward, his hand on the small of her back pushing her toward him.

When they were united, they both sighed happily, their game forgotten, as they finally moved closer to relief from the tension built during an entire day. The chair was small, and with one arm encumbered, he was quickly getting frustrated. He reached his free hand down to the ground and lowered them onto the floor in front of the chair. His one arm was pulled behind him, up over his head, but his free arm drew her closer and they kissed hungrily while they thrust their bodies together.

At first they whispered words of want and desire, trying to verbally communicate the depth of their needs, the words and accompanying feelings eventually fading as the physical aspect became all encompassing. He was certain he could outlast her for at least another round, his craving thundering in his head and bringing him to a state that felt almost super human. Just as she was approaching her climax, she balanced over him, pinning him to the ground as best as she could, slowing them to an excruciatingly languid pace. He loved to bring her to the edge and back, but she didn't often do such things to him. She tormented him, slowly building them both closer to orgasm.

When she came, she moaned his name in his ear with gratitude for the feelings she was experiencing, and he had no choice but to follow her, crashing into her with abandon and dropping to the floor powerlessly when the tension had all been released.

He didn't notice the way his arm was twisted awkwardly behind him or that the chair he had been sitting on was over on its side. Cuddy released his hand and pulled his arm around her, situating herself next to him on the floor. "I didn't even get your other hand tied!" she said, the words of frustration lacking any emphasis.

"If the goal was to control me and work me into a frenzy, you appear to have done remarkably well without them. Besides, we surrendered at the same time…technically it's a draw…one hand seems fair."

"Something to look forward to for our next vacation," she said, as she helped lift him from the floor and they flopped, exhausted, into bed to enjoy their last night before the flight back home.