Hello!
Here is a new drabble. It's a bit shorter than the other ones... I'd had this idea in mind for a long time before I finally decided to write it, and maybe it's because I waited too long, but I'm not too satisfied with it. I hope you will enjoy it anyway - it's set in season 7. It's fluffy. It's cute. Rated T for sexual situations. No angst. I promise.
(Also not a secret-relationship AU, for obvious reasons)
Thank you for reading, and I will see you soon!
60. Sit down, I'll get it.
His tongue on her was heaven.
A particularly complicated case had kept him overnight twice in a row, and Cuddy had wisely stayed away, until barely an hour ago – the puzzle was solved, the patient was cured, and it was the end of the workday.
House being in a giddy mood, and their honeymoon phase still raging, they'd naturally gravitated towards his apartment. There, just as naturally, they'd made out like teenagers in heat until he'd sat her down on his desk and settled in his chair, and proceeded to thoroughly eat her out.
He could feel her relax and unwind under his hands, her muscles stretching as she abandoned herself to the pleasure he was giving her. He relished her moans above him, priding himself in knowing that he was the one to make her feel this way – until she hissed and pushed his head away.
"Wait, stop."
"'You okay?"
Cuddy hopped down from the desk, her skirt still bunched up around her hips, and tried to take a step towards the kitchen. "Leg cramp," she explained, her voice tight with pain. "Need a drink."
"Sit down, I'll get it."
Cuddy sat back on the desk, holding her calf carefully, worried that any pressure to the muscle would make it worse. She gladly took the glass he was handing her and gulped down its content. House settled back down in his chair and started massaging the swell of the back of her leg gently, instructing her to relax and take deep breaths.
He gave her all the time she needed, thinking to himself that he would never tire of her beautiful legs, still amazed at how toned and agile they were, but not in a freaky, athletic way – he knew she could break his neck with those legs if she wanted, but damn if they weren't elegant and graceful.
"Sorry I kinda ruined the mood," she chuckled after a few minutes.
"You didn't," he assured her, running his hand across the length of her tibia, from the angle of her knee to the curve of her instep. "Feeling better?"
"Yes." She smiled gratefully. "Thank you."
"Shall we get back to it?" he asked with a mischievous grin. Cuddy nodded vigorously and grabbed his face with both hands, pulling him to her for a heated kiss.