House walked into his office to find Cuddy sitting on his desk with her purple suit on and low hanging cream blouse. He sighed with regret as he walked over to her.

"House, what's wrong?" Cuddy said with some concern in her voice but not her face.

House looked at her, "This isn't real."

Cuddy leaned closer her lips just a breath from his, "How do you know?" He let his cane drop and she looked down to see him standing fine then looked back up to see him staring at the leg with interest as he rubbed it. "Go a head, look," she said softly.

House looked at her with truthful eyes, "It wont be real."

"That's not why you wont look, your afraid, don't be. It's okay, I'm here with you and even if it isn't real at one point it was and maybe some of this will come true someday," she said as her hands undid his belt and jeans. Cuddy smiled as she heard his breath hitch some when he felt her fingernails scratching his skin as she pulled his pants down.

House looked down at his undamaged thigh and swallowed as his hands ran over the muscle feeling the strength beneath the skin. Apart of him never wanted to leave this place where the pain couldn't find him and he was for once whole again, a complete man. "Why are you doing this to me? You know this will never be like this again," he said searching her eyes.

Cuddy rubbed her body against his, "Maybe not, but this might be," she whispered giving him a kiss right below his ear.

House closed his eyes taking in the feel of her body against his, and her lips on him. It was all he could do to breath as he had wanted this so bad.

"That's it sweetie, don't fight it," she said smoothly going from standing to her knees. House's eyes bolted open as he felt her warm tongue lick his length, and he couldn't help but watch. It had been so long since he had let anyone do that for fear of them seeing his thigh, but now he didn't have to fear that. He bit his lip and grunted as her hot mouth sucked the tip of his dick while her tongue rotated around his head. She worked her mouth on him until he was hard and then pulled this cock out of her mouth and slapped it softly on her cheek some, "How's that feel Greg?"

House's hips jerked some as he grabbed her hair and she smiled up at him, "Oh yeah baby, that's what I want to see, be a man and show me how you want it." His hand knotted more in her hair and he put his dick in her mouth and started controlling the blow job by moving her head as he wished. He heard her gag a couple of times and it just agged him on. He watched and knew there was no way for her to take him completely with her mouth and pulled her hair up and she stood before him with a smug grin.

"Take it off, all of it," he said gruffly.

Cuddy smiled at him, "I'm not a fucking stripper Greg, you want it off you'll have to take it off yourself, your more than capable."

House grinned at her and pulled her jacket off so quick she almost didn't realize what he'd done before he ripped the blouse down the middle. He looked up at her as his teeth grazed her bra and his hand went up her skirt. Cuddy moaned as she grinded against his hand with need. His other hand unhooked her bra and pulled it along with the shredded blouse off her. Cuddy unzipped her skirt and he quickly took it off standing tall in front of her and threw off his shirt.

Cuddy kissed him and then whispered in his ear, "How are you going to take me?"

House smiled looking down at her black lace panties and guarder belt holding up some tan thigh highs. "First I want to see how much you want me," he said and got on his knees. He licked the panties and she put her hand on his head to steady herself as her knees wiggled a little. "Mmm, your panties are soaked," he said then pulled them to the side and flicked her clit with his tongue.

"Shit Greg, just give it to me," Cuddy said while panting.

House ran his tongue along and into her opening tasting her wet pussy. He sucked on her clit and she almost fell but he caught her ass and put it on his desk, not stopping his work. Cuddy leaned back against the wood top with her back curved as her moans became louder until she finally came and he stuffed a finger in her and let out a groan as he felt her pulse around it. Then he worked it in and out of her putting in another. "You getting me ready for that big cock of yours?" she asked then bit her lip as he added a third while his thumb worked on her sensitive clit.

"Is that what got you all wet Lisa, thinking about my cock?" House asked as one of his hands started stroking said cock.

Cuddy's hand joined his, "Please Greg, quit teasing me with it."

House licked his lips as he removed his fingers wiping the wetness on his hard dick as he put the tip to her opening. He looked her in the eyes as he pushed gently against her slipping in slowly. He bent down over her kissing her with need as he gently moved in and out of her. Her legs wrapped around his lower back and she moved her mouth kissing and sucking on his neck.

There was a knock on the door that they both ignored, "House, you in there?" said Chase's Australian accent.

"GO AWAY," House yelled at the door.

"House it's important, I need to talk to you," Chase yelled back.

House looked down at Cuddy and kissed while standing straight and pulling her too him. She looked at him with some confusion as his hand ran threw her hair and his thumb caressed her cheek. He pulled her legs tight around his waist and let his left arm hold her waist firmly against him picking her up off the desk staying in her the whole time. He kissed her as he slowly made his way to the door.

"House?" Chase called out again.

Cuddy pulled back from the kiss as her hands went around his shoulders holding on and she looked back at the door, "What are you doing?"

"Letting him and the whole Hospital know exactly how busy I am," he said looking at her.

She looked back at him with surprise and fear in her eyes, but as she searched his eyes she nodded, "Okay Greg," and then she kissed him.

House grabbed the rod for the blinds with his right hand and pushed them open then pressed Cuddy against the glass wall and rocked in her as he looked over her shoulder at Chase who was staring back wide eyed. He smiled back, "BUSY!" he yelled as his hand slapped against the glass helping him to steady himself.

Chase didn't move he looked a lot like a statue as did anyone who was looking in. House used his right hand to move the blinds as far away as he could and then it was back on the glass. He looked at Cuddy who's cheeks were blushed, "I love you," he said and kissed her as he pushed in and out of her more deeply.

One of Cuddy's hands moved to his ass which she squeezed letting her nails dig in slightly. House moved his mouth to her neck kissing and sucking as he panted and opened his eyes seeing there was now a huge group of people standing just outside the glass watching him, he met Cameron's eyes who quickly ran off as the other watched him. There was a pride in his heart as he took the women he loved in front of everyone, letting them know that she was his.

"Oh Greg," Cuddy moaned loudly as his pace increased. He bit his lip and groaned as he looked up. "Faster," she said panted in his ear.

House pulled her back from the glass a little picking her up and sliding out of her. Her legs went down and she looked at him with worry. He smiled at her and turned her around so her back was to him. He wrapped both of arms around her squeezing her breasts, "I want to take you from behind," he whispered with heated breath.

Cuddy felt herself get wetter and bent down holding on to the armrest of a chair and he put a hand on her shoulder as he slipped back inside her and left one hand gripping her hip tightly. He pushed in her all the way and then pulled out a good bit before pushing in again. He was taking her slow and deep.

"Oh yes, god yes," Cuddy moaned. House bent down more kissing her back and increased his speed some. "Harder Greg, let me feel you balls slap against me," Cuddy said as she panted.

House increased the speed more as he growled with his mouth just over her jugular. He felt as her pussy pulsed, but didn't slow his pace he held her up by her hips as he felt her knees weaken, "I'm going to cum in you so hard," he growled in her ear.

"Please, please put it deep in me," She begged with her legs apart as he moved with an energy she's never seen.

"Oh Lisa," House moaned loudly against her neck,and then bit down hard as he cam in her pumping is cock in her as deep as he could while Cuddy cried out his name.

House was panting when he opened his eyes to find himself in Wilson's guest room on his back in bed. He bit his lip hard as he felt himself still cumming which felt both great and painful as his burned flesh was stretched. He breathed ragged through his nose as tears gathered in his eyes and two slowly fell.

His right hand made it's way to his ruined thigh and he closed his eyes then took a deep breath as he felt the orgasm was finally over. He gritted his teeth as he was greeted with all the pain he'd been suffering through since the attack and now on top of it his privates hurt with new burning pain from the burned skin being stretched. House pulled the covers off and slowly sat up letting his legs hang off the side of the bed. He stared at the carpet remembering that not too long ago he would have just need his cane to get up and walk out, but that now he'd need his wheelchair. He took two oxycodone and got into the wheelchair rolling quickly off to the restroom.

He stripped his cloths off throwing them in the plastic lined hamper and got on the shower seat, then adjusted the water and turned on the shower. He looked down at his semi-hard cock which now had two blisters that had popped along with the red sensitive skin from the burns and more blisters that he still felt as he washed it on the underside. He cupped his now hairless balls feeling the blisters which still covered them then grabbed the special soap he was to use and started washing. The soap was fine until it met the burned skin, then it just felt like someone had put him on fire and his leg, privates, and feet where always the worst. When he was finally done he dried off in the shower and got back in wheelchair feeling exhausted as his body shook from the pain. He rolled back in his room and put on the medicated lotion which at least took away the burning sensation but not the pain. House let it absorb in and then got out his cloths, wondering how long it would be before the blisters left and he could finally wear underwear again. He got dressed and combed his hair then looked at the clock to see it was a little past four. He rolled into the living room turning on the TV.

Wilson got up and did his normal routine then went to check on House and found him asleep in his chair with the news on the TV. Wilson turned off the TV and turned on the lights. House moved a little and then opened his eyes glaring at Wilson.

"What time did you get up this morning?" Wilson asked.

"Around three, now will you turn off that damn light," House said in his deep, I'm still half asleep voice.

Wilson turned off the light and walked into the kitchen turning on it light and House rolled himself to the table watching him. Wilson turned around and looked at House who looked slightly more worn than he had been. "What woke you up?" he asked.

"A dream," House said as he twisted his neck trying to work out a kink from falling asleep in the wheelchair.

Wilson's features became worried, "I didn't hear you yelling, what kind of dream?" he asked as he walked back to the table and sat down.

"Another dream about me and Cuddy, don't worry I already pulled the sheets," House said with a frown.

Wilson nodded studying his friends features, "You don't look happy about the dream, what happened?"

House looked down and scoffed, "The dream was great, waking up and remembering it was all just a dream not so great."

"What made the dream so great?" Wilson asked.

House looked up at him, "My leg was normal again, no pain, no ugly scar, none of the scars from this shit that happened. I know it doesn't seem like a lot but being able to stand and walk without the pain and looking down and seeing my thigh whole... it's a lot to me. Then having Cuddy let me take her against the glass wall in my office with the blinds pulled back so everyone in the Hospital could see me inside her. It felt good knowing that she was fine with everyone knowing, that she didn't feel like she had to hide what we have... or had I guess," he said sighing.

Wilson frowned and swallowed as he looked at House, "I'm sorry it was just a dream, I know how much you would like for it to be real."

House smiled bitterly, "Yeah, well it isn't and never will be. Life isn't like that at least not for me."

Wilson looked at him wanting to say something comforting like someday it would be like that, but he knew that it wouldn't. Even if everything else went perfectly him and Cuddy got together and she told everyone, he knew she'd never let anyone in the hospital see them together like that and that House would never have his leg whole again and probably never be pain free of it. He looked at House who seemed to be reading his mind as he his eyes held a sadness. "Well since you're already bathed and dressed we have time for breakfast, you want me to cook something or do you want to go out." He asked hoping to take House's mind off of how hopeless his dreams were.

"I'd just rather have Coco Pebbles," House said trying to avoid getting around a lot of people.

"Okay," Wilson said with a slight dread and fixed them both big bowls of the cereal. "I can't believe you still eat coco pebbles." Wilson said looking at his milk that was now chocolate milk.

"I can't believe you still were those god awful ties... but you do," House said taking a large bite of the cereal.

Wilson ignored the stab, "I use to love these things and now they just seem overly sweet and weird. I mean people don't get up and eat chocolate for breakfast, or chocolate for any meal for that matter."

"I do," House said with a grin taking another large bite

"Did you eat these everyday as a kid or something?" Wilson asked looking back at House.

House tensioned up a little, "Nope, wasn't allowed to have cereal."

Wilson looked a little confused, "Then what did you eat in the morning?"

House let out an irritated sigh, "Toast."

"You mean with butter and jam, or something?" Wilson assumingly.

House looked back up, "Did I say with jam or butter or anything else? I got one piece of toast every morning," he said with a little hostility.

"Oh," Wilson said and looked down at the cereal a little uncomfortably, "So your family ate light in the morning."

House was getting tired of the twenty questions and looked back up, "I never said my family only ate toast, I said it was all I was allowed to have. My dad would have my mom fix pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausage, omelets, french toast, oatmeal, or whatever else he was in the mood for and they would eat that. Once my mom sneaked me a pancake on my birthday and my dad found out, believe me it wasn't worth it. So did that answer your questions because I was hoping to finish my cereal in quiet?"

Wilson just stared back with sympathetic eyes.

"See I shouldn't have said anything now you're going to be looking at me with those damn puppy dog eyes all day." House said with irritation.

"Why would they do that? I mean how could they sit there and eat at the table seeing you just nibble on toast?" Wilson asked.

House gave a dark smile, "You think I was allowed at the table?"

Wilson felt goosebumps on his arm as he looked at House and swallowed, "But... then where did you eat?"

"I sat outside and ate, now can I finish my breakfast that you were so eager for me to eat?" House said.

Wilson sighed, "I'm sorry... I didn't know. Please eat." He said and after they were done Wilson asked, "Have you taken your medication yet?"

"No but I have it packed in my bag, I'll take it when I get to work," House said rolling over to the couch and grabbing the backpack.

Wilson grabbed his coat and briefcase then opened the door and they were gone.