Hi everyone! Here's the next chapter. :) Enjoy, and please don't forget to leave a review! This chapter is the beginning of the end.
"That was such an amazing show." Cuddy gushed as she pulled her coat closer against her, as she and House walked out of the theatre. "I can't believe you spent so much money on tickets for a show you probably didn't even enjoy."
"I actually did enjoy it. Jeez Cuddy, you always think so badly of me. I know how to appreciate theatre and other cultures. Just wait and see what else I have planned for us."
She let out a small laugh at his feigned offense before linking her arm in his and leaning her head against his upper arm.
"I guess I shouldn't assume things about you. You're so unpredictable, even after all these years, you never fail to surprise me."
"Damn right I don't." He replied proudly, causing her to snort in amusement. "What the hell was that sound you just made? God, if I had known you made sounds like that I wouldn't have married you."
"Please, you would marry me for the other sounds I make." She shot back, smirking as he looked down at her suggestively. "Maybe you'll get to hear your favorite sounds from me later tonight."
"Maybe? I'm guaranteed a lay after everything I'm doing for you tonight. First a musical, next dancing, you know you're going to want to fuck me the minute we get back into that hotel room."
"Dancing? We're going dancing?" She asked somewhat excitedly, having completely disregarded the fact that he had just said she would want to sleep with him the moment they reentered their hotel room out loud.
"Do you need some hydrogen peroxide? You're a doctor, I thought you would know about personal hygiene. God Cuddy." He replied as they stopped at a corner, his hand shooting up to hail a cab.
"We haven't danced since our wedding. You really want to go dancing?" She asked skeptically, not believing that House would want to do something that would end up being so extraneous on his leg.
"Only for tonight the answer is yes. I know how much you like it, even though you don't have time to do it often, but trust me, I know about your outings with Kat. Apparently you two are quite the faux lesbian couple."
"We don't even act like lesbians, we don't kiss one another, we just dance together and pretend to be a couple so that weird men don't hit on us."
"Hence the faux being added to the title 'faux lesbians'."
Before she could reply a cab was stopping in front of them and House was opening the door for her to get in before him.
"Where to?" The cabbie, an elderly Hispanic man asked when they were settled.
"Club Obsesión." House replied, saying the name of the club in Spanish.
"We're going to a Spanish club? House, do you even know how to dance to Spanish music?"
"Nope."
"I can't wait to teach you then." She replied chuckling.
The cab stopped in front of the club and House handed the driver a twenty before opening the door and letting himself out before extending a hand to Cuddy.
"Oh the times when you're a gentleman of your choosing are the best of times." She teased taking his hand as she scooted out of the cab, shutting the door behind her.
He rolled his eyes as she hooked her arm through his. They approached the club, where the line formed reached almost the end of the block. He led her towards the door where they were approached by one of the bouncers.
"Name?" The man asked. House almost snorted in amusement at the man's appearance. He was wearing the stereotypical clothing that a bouncer would be seen wearing. All black, the shirt having short sleeves so that his overly buff arms could be seen from a mile away and considered as a threat by less opposing people.
"House." He replied, smirking as the man looked at the checklist in his hand and nodded, granting them entrance.
"What just happened?" Cuddy asked as they walked through the door and into the dimly lit building.
"I know someone. Well, Wilson knows someone. His girlfriend's brother owns this place. I asked her to ask him to put us on the list."
"But she hates you, why would she do that."
"Because she likes you, and she loves Wilson, and I'm Wilson's best friend, so she did me a favor."
"That was nice of her."
"Clearly, so are you going to show me how to dance or what?" He asked stopping in front of the door of the coat room. He waited for her to pull of her coat and hand it to him before opening the door and hanging them.
"Of course I am."
They walked down a flight of stairs where the actual dance floor of the club was located, and before they even reached the end of the flight they could hear the sounds of Latin music floating up the stairs.
He was surprised at the diversity of the people in the club; there were people of all ages, from their late teens to late sixties either on the dance floor or sitting at one of the tables around it enjoying drinks and one another's company.
Cuddy pulled him onto the dance floor just as a new song started to play. She placed one of his hands on her hip and the other in one of her own.
"It's actually really simple, at least Bachata is. It's basically just front two, three, four back two, three , four left two, three, four right two, three, four." She instructed.
He looked down at their feet as she took the lead in the dance, making sure that he got it right the first time. She was right, it was simple. It was as simple to him as playing Fur Elise on his beloved piano. It was just repetition, the way most dances were. He was never one to have gone dancing before. He honestly couldn't recall the last time, if he ever, had gone out with the intention of going dancing with someone.
"See, you've got the hang of it. I told you it wasn't so difficult." She praised as he felt her give his hand a squeeze.
"I am a genius after all; things aren't as hard for me to learn as they are for others." He responded, lifting her hand into the air and watching as she spun. "See, you didn't tell me what I needed to do for you to spin, but I did it anyway."
"I'm impressed." She replied.
"You know, I can count on one hand the amount of times we've gone dancing." He said suddenly, the thought occurring to him that it was something they rarely did.
"Can you really?"
"It might be a less than a hand actually. But let's see. There was that night in med school, the convention a few years back where I declared my feelings for you and you walked away from me, there was that wedding for that hospital chair's niece, there was our wedding, and there's now. We've known each other for thirty years, and we've only gone dancing five times."
"Well the first time it was before you had the infarction. We could have also danced between then and the second time had you not gotten expelled and decided not to tell me."
"Ah but you see, my infarction has nothing to do with the amount of times we go dancing. If you wanted to go dancing with me, I'd probably go with you, depending on my mood. But you know me well enough to know if I would go out or not on a certain night. But you just assume that I wouldn't want to go dancing so you never ask."
"At least I know now that I can ask and it might be a possibility. I just assumed that dancing would make your leg hurt more, and I don't want that to happen because I hate seeing you in that much pain. I do appreciate you going to such lengths for me though. It means a lot."
"I don't care if my leg hurts later on for this. If it's for you, I'll deal with it. I mean I treat you like shit for the entire year except for what, a seven days; and those days are our birthdays, Rachel's birthday, Christmas, Thanksgiving, Valentine's Day, and our anniversary. We have sex all the time, and normally my leg hurts like a bitch afterwards, but do I care? No. It's all about enjoying the moment, isn't it? We've – "
He was interrupted when her mouth met his, her hands moving up to his face and his hands automatically dropping down to her waist and pulling her against him.
She moved her hands from his face and wrapped her arms around his neck, as she kissed him passionately, their tongues tasting one another. They broke apart to breathe, their noses almost touching as she moved a hand to his cheek.
"That was honestly one of the most romantic things you have ever said to me, and it wouldn't even make sense to anyone that isn't us. I don't know where all of this is suddenly coming from, but god it's such a nice thing to hear; even if in someone else's ears it wouldn't sound at all as romantic as it sounds to me."
"Well then, maybe I should just talk like that more often if it gets you to make out with me in public."
"Very funny." She replied. "Your leg's not hurting, is it?"
"No Cuddy, my leg isn't hurting. Even if it was, I wouldn't tell you. What did I just say about enjoying the moment?"
"Okay, fine." Just as she finished speaking, the style of music playing changed completely, turning into something more raunchy and sexual than what they had currently spent over twenty minutes dancing to.
Cuddy smirked as she turned around, placing House's hands on her hips as she swayed side to side, ever so slightly grinding against him as she did so.
"You are such a closeted nympho." She heard him growl into her ear as she pressed herself against him, feeling the starting of his erection against her ass.
"I don't think you mind." She purred as she turned to face him, running her hands down his chest before rubbing the heel of her palm against his bulge. "How about we get out of here?"
She pulled against the collar of his jacket the second they reentered their hotel room, pressing him against the wall, wrapping a leg around him as she feverously attacked his jaw with her lips. She let out a small moan as she felt the coolness of his hand against her face, bring it to his and holding her there as their lips meshed together.
His hands moved down to hips and settled on the fabric of her tight red dress. She let out a small squeak as he caught her off guard, gripping her thighs and carrying her over to the bed. She pushed off his jacket before abandoning her own. He grabbed her arm and wrapped it around his neck.
She couldn't help but smile when he ran a hand through her hair and kissed her. She nipped at his lips, running her hands along his broad shoulders.
"You are so sexy." He murmured between kisses.
"And you are the most enticing man I have ever set my eyes upon." She replied, running a hand along his jaw.
She let out a gasp as she felt one of his hands slide against her thigh, his touch like the tickle of a feather against her skin, sending chills down her spine.
"Oh my god, you're not wearing any underwear."
She smirked at his surprise. It was something she only did in the privacy of their home, never while out in public.
"Easier access. Do you want to know what I do when you're at work and I want, need you but I can't have you?" She asked winking, before reaching between her legs and placing her hand over his, directing him towards her heat.
She shuddered as she pressed his hand against her clit, using his middle finger to show him how she pleasured herself. She moved his hand against her in a vertical motion, letting out a small moan as he pressed his finger against her, the pressure sending a pulsation of pleasure through her body.
"I hate having to resort to this when you're not around. I'd much rather have you there with me, instead of having to imagine that my hands are actually yours. They're too small for that." She teased, running her free hand through his hair as the other continued to guide him. "I think of your hands running along my sides, and your lips against my neck, like they are now. I think of feeling your cock twitch against my thigh and it just turns me on so much more than I originally was to begin with. Do you feel how wet I am? You are the only one who can get me so soaked. You make me feel so sexy, even when I think I'm not. You make me so –" She was cut off by her own moan as she arched her back into him, his hand having slipped out of hers as he was now teasing her entrance with his fingers.
"Are you going to keep telling me what else you do to yourself? Even if I went ahead to the next part?" House asked before pushing his fingers inside of her.
She moaned loudly as she felt her walls clench against his fingers.
"I reach into my night stand drawer and grab my vibrator, and I turn it on before using it as a substitute for you."
"Why do you use a vibrator, because of your small hands?" He teased, as she felt his fingers move inside of her.
"God. Yes." She panted not knowing if she was replying to his rhetorical question or if she was informing him that he was doing something right.
"I see. Then you just pretend that it's me…"
"It doesn't come close." She replied, pulling him by the collar of his shirt and pressing her lips against his as she felt her heart rate increase and a complete sense of pleasure fill her body as her body started to shake with her orgasm.
He leaned back against the headboard as she sat back and began to unbutton his shirt.
"I'm going to return the favor, but you're going to have to do the same I did." She purred as she reached the last button of his shirt and redirected attention to the button of his jeans.
He had no idea what had gotten into her, but he was glad it happened.
He swallowed hard as he watched her lean forward and unzip he jeans with her teeth, her ass glorified by the fabric of the skin tight red dress that clung to her curves.
He groaned as she slipped her hand into his boxers and pulled out his throbbing cock.
"Well?" She asked, her eyes seductively running over his body.
He reached for her hand and placed it over his shaft before beginning to drag it along his cock.
"Well let's see, since we're always together, I don't get to do this much anymore, but when it was frequent in the days of our pre-marriage life, when I didn't have you around every time I was horny, I would lie in bed and first…I would work my way up your body. Starting with those sculpted legs that feel so great wrapped around my back. Then I would continue to that toned ass of yours, also known as the world's best ass."
"Mhm, continue with your flattery." She teased, running her thumb over his tip and causing him to groan in approval.
"I'd think of your flat stomach and let's not forget the twins. God do I love sucking your nipples until they're hard. Could never forget the twins. Especially not the feel of them pressed against me, and the speed of your breathing when we're fucking. Then there's your neck, which by the hickey that's already forming you and I both know is one of my favorite things to get my mouth on. Then again what part of you isn't my favorite thing to get any part of my body on? Hm, and lastly there's that face. Jesus fucking Christ, I have never seen a more gorgeous face in my life. I don't say it often, I know, but it's true. I love picturing your face as I masturbate because your face during sex just makes me even harder. Your face shows every little detail when we're having sex. I can tell how close you are by the look on your face. I still don't know how the hell I ended up with someone like you."
He watched as she leaned forward and slipped her tongue into his mouth, her hand releasing him and moving to his face.
"'You are so fucking sexy when you use your words." She replied pulling away from him and catching him off guard when she slid down onto his shaft.
They groaned in unison, taking a second to adjust to the feeling before he grabbed onto her hips as she started to grind her hips against his. He slid his hands down to the end of her dress and pushed the shiny material up her body, pulling it over her head when she lifted her arms above her head.
He ran his eyes down her nude form, a sight he would never grow tired of seeing. He moved his hands to her chest, smirking as she threw her head back, biting her lip. He massaged her breasts, running his thumbs over her nipples until they were rock hard. He moved his mouth to her right breast, flicking his tongue over her nipple as she groaned in approval, her hand moving into his hair before guiding him to her other breast.
He released her breast and kissed her chest, running his lips up to her jaw before she captured his lips in her own. He moved his hands down to her ass, groaning as she ground her hips harder against his own.
"I love the feel of your hands on me." She murmured into his ear, letting out a small cry as he thrust upwards into her. "Mmm." She moaned, her mouth opening the slightest bit in pleasure.
"God, you are such a sex goddess." He groaned as he felt her increase her speed and he quickened his thrusts to meet her timing.
He could hear her panting between their frantic kisses, feeling the sweat between them as their bodies moved against the others. She arched her back and he held her hips against his own as her hair cascaded against their faces and he heard her let out a small whimper as she reached her orgasm.
He grunted as he felt her tighten around him, her breath in his ear and her nails dragging against his shoulders. He felt his own body tense and he moved his mouth to her neck, giving her a small bite as he came.
She leaned her forehead against his when they had both started to calm after their orgasms, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"That was…exhilarating." She whispered breathlessly, running her lips softly against his jaw. She settled against his chest, his arms wrapped around her and their legs intertwined.
"I don't know what got into you, but goddamn please do it more often." He replied resting his head over hers.
"I got caught in the moment." She replied teasingly, letting out a yawn.
She hadn't realized she had fallen asleep until the sound of her phone vibrating woke her up. She groggily untangled herself from House's embrace and answered it.
"Lisa, it's Alison. Your adoptive birth mother has gone into labor. She's currently at your hospital's maternity ward."
She had never become alert so quickly in her entire life than she had in that moment. She sat up, giving House a shake before replying.
"Oh my god, okay. Thank you for letting me know, we'll be there in a few hours. Do you know how far she's got until the baby's born?"
"According to her attending she's got at least five hours of labor ahead of her."
"Okay. We'll be there in as soon as possible." She hung up the phone and gave House another shake.
"Gregory House, I swear to god if you do not wake up this instant I am going to shove you off of the bed. We're going to have another child by the end of the day."
"What?" House replied groggily, running a hand through his hair.
"The birth mother's gone into labor. Alison just called me. She's at PPTH."
"Holy shit, we don't even have a crib set up."
"It's fine. We can set the bassinet up before we take him home, but come on, get dressed. We don't want to miss this."
So I chose "In The Heights" as the musical they saw for two reasons : one : because it was written and composed by lin-manuel miranda, aka alvie. two : because it's the musical we're doing, my last production in high school, and I have a callback on friday for one of the leads, so tell me to "break a leg" because that's how you wish an actor luck. saying "good luck" is actually bad luck, so uhm yeah, i really need the luck, so tell me to break a leg please! haha i hope you all enjoyed this chapter, don't forget to leave a review!
