Disclaimer: if he was mine, this is what I'd do with him!

Okay here we go…the chapter everyone has been waiting for! House now has clothes on….but not for long! Smut ensues! Oh indeed it does! This is for Luv2luv-hugh who, when she reads this, will have just returned from a gruelling week in which work had sent her out of town…god dam them! I've been left without my House pal for too long and its only Wednesday! cries.

Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter up…I have been preparing for university!

Please review…it makes me high…or higher than I am…cloud nine here we come! With sky and House DVD's what more could a girl ask for…..House himself?

Reviewers:

IndigoE: dam I hate it when that happens, always wake up when you getting to the good part. I love a hot wet naked House. He stars in my PWP fic stress relief.

HouseAddiction: ha the video has a lot to answer for!

House's vicodin: yes indeed I will! I have nearly done this one. I will always finish my fics if I can. I hate ones that are just left…it's no fair!

Schokolade: Who is going to come out on top indeed….I hope there was a pun intended it's brilliant! I appreciate the fact that you read the whole of my fic and informed me of what was good about it and what my weaknesses were. This helps me improve and of course write better fanfics for you guys! So thank you!

Runningismyhigh: NO! Don't die…..I need my review! Lol I'm pleased you found it so funny, I have to say it was a hard time writing it, I had stop laughing at what was going on in my head long enough to write it down…what I would pay to see that on TV.

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House's Phoenix: Thank you! Yay! People love my fic! I really enjoyed the bit with cuddy watching too…I think it added an interesting edge to it….she certainly enjoyed herself.

Henrie Monroe: sorry I haven't updated as soon as normal…hangs head in shame! Running ahem I believe you mean limping! I wish I had a naked video of House! Definitely an item worth selling on the market…any takers?

Justlost: Yay I made you smile! It certainly makes me smile while writing it! I think Cuddy is as strong as House in the show just in a different way. This game is coming to an end…sadly but doesn't mean there won't be another match later on…I may do a sequel!

Luv2Luv-hugh: LOL your mind never leaves the gutter…as we both know! Lol writing chapter 13 while talking to you was an interesting challenge I have to say…one I thoroughly enjoyed! Thank you for the tips on how to get this chapter working with the video and all….It helped me formulate the plan :evil laughter:…..ooo there goes FROLO…with marmite on his face!

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Heels and Handcuffs

He'd been perched on the ground for ages, his leg aching beneath him as he strained to see her moving within the walls. Nothing, the windows were dark, her car wasn't in the drive…the House was empty. The silence had settled in, where every movement made him wary of her return, he had to get in, get the video and get out, no hanging round he didn't need to give her more blackmailing material and him breaking into her House in the dead of night might be to some peoples' interest mainly the cops and members of the hospital; so best just to lie low, get what he needed, rather than what he wanted, who right now didn't seem to be in anyway.

He rose, stealthily working his way round to the back of her house, negotiating in and out of the shadows so as to not alert the neighbours of his presence.

He settled down below her window frame. During his inspection from the previous night he had made a discovery, Cuddy didn't lock her bedroom window. There was just enough of a gap to work in a thin piece of metal in and wiggle the window out of its frame forcing it open with minimal damage.

It flew open with a quite thud. A light breeze was whipping the curtains as he cautiously made his way through the window wary of the pain in his leg when operating at such a funny angle. He lowered his sneakers onto the floor and slowly slid the window shut behind him. The darkness swallowed him; his eyes hadn't adjusted rendering him almost blind. He began to creep forward; a shuffle to his left caught his attention. WHAM! He was flung against the wall, cane clattering over the floor as a figure about a foot shorter than him pelted into his middle.

'You do realise your breaking and entering?' her familiar tone rang in his ear, her face inches from his own the moon shining in behind her created a black silhouette of the most amazing curves he'd seen.

'Um…I think you'll find you've just done more damage to me than I have to any of your possessions, oh and as for entering you've barley let me get in the door.'

'Window.' Her hot breath tickled his face.

'Huh?'

'You came in through the window not the door and got caught,' she laughed, it was low, rumbling, the teasing tone tingling below the waist, 'as good as you are as Burglar Bob, don't give up the day job.'

'You like me in a doctor's coat?' He shifted closer his arms circling round her waste, the silk of her nightgown cooling beneath his finger tips. He felt her shift ever so slightly.

'Wouldn't know as you've never worn one.'

'I do in dress up. I love playing doctor,'

'I'm sure you do it's just a shame about your bedside manner.'

'Bedside manner isn't the case; it's what you do in the bed that counts, and I can tell you, you would never complain about my manner again.'

'If only your cock was as big as your ego.'

He rocked his hips against her, hands pulling her lower half forward, back bending as her body curved against him, she seemed unconscious of its decision to do so, House was very much aware.

'You don't know yet,'

'And I have no desire to find out.'

He pouted, 'you wound me.'

'I wish.'

'Cuddy! ill feeling towards a cripple, hitting with the intent to hurt you should be ashamed of yourself,' his mocking tone was amplified off the walls of her room making it echo round his ears.

'This is coming from the guy who has just been caught for breaking into a lone Woman's House. '

'I didn't know you were here, thought you were out. Where's you car?'

'Parked down the road, knew what you were planning as always I'm one step ahead. It's not hard is it?'

He looked down, 'Not yet!'

She laughed, 'that reminds me, alongside breaking in you have been working to destroy your boss's reputation for the past five years with a number of untrue sexual rumours.'

'I have no reserves about making them come true?'

'You would just use it to blackmail me.' His fingers flittered up and down her spine stopping above the ridge of her ass, tempting but just out of touch. He could feel her body stiffen, resisting, this was a good game.

'Blackmail is against the law.'

Her laugh tinkled in the silence, the deep hum of her voice rumbling through his chest causing his muscles to flex as he felt an involuntary tightening further south. 'Forgive me if I don't trust the fact that you to stay on the right side of the law, its not like you just broke into my house or anything.'

He could picture the way her head was tilting in his mind. He had seen it many a time; he found it rather endearing and wickedly tempting the way it exposed the right side of her neck to him, vulnerable, ready for a hungry mouth to sink onto. Sure enough as his fingers travelled upwards, lingering over her shoulder for a second before continuing, he discovered the exposed skin just beneath her ear. He allowed the back of his index finger to tickle lightly as he ran it up and down over her neck. He felt her shiver, the movement flowing through the parts of his body in contact with her own.

'Why are you here? What do you want?' her voice was shaky as though she was unnerved by his presence, she had held the control when he arrived however the tables were turning.

'Those are two separate questions with two different answers; I'm here for the video.'

She sighed, her grip loosening as though she was planning to back away. 'What you want isn't here.'

His hands wrapped around her wrists before they left his body pivoting on his good leg drawing her to him, she squeaked in shock as he spun round forcing her back up against the wall, his body in much closer contact than it was before.

'Yes it is!' she gasped as his hands ran up the length of her body before sliding his fingers round the back of her neck drawing her to him, the moonlight guiding his way to her mouth. His lips worked over hers hard and demanding. He felt her waver unsure; his tongue lazily tickled her upper lip, coaxing them apart. He felt her mouth open tentatively undecided whether she should let him take her; he didn't give her time to change her mind, forcing his tongue in prising open her soft lips teasing her tongue with his own.

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God he was good, she could feel her self arching against him, wanting to go faster but still take her time to taste him. Her skin was tingling beneath his touch, his fingers running over her, the calluses catching in the silk. His fingertips caressed the inside her thighs rising higher with every stroke, the heat of his breath tickling her skin, adding to the burning sensation coursing through her.

Her head fell back, losing herself to her senses, whimpering with need, teasing, as his hands rose higher prising her thighs apart. His harsh laugh startled her thoughts bringing her senses slashing through the cloud, this was a game to him, he was playing with her and she was going to get hurt.

She could feel her muscles melt beneath his touch as his mouth continued their journey down…she couldn't let him win. With all her resolve she forced him from her, gasping, the loss of heat, cold air closing in as she pushed by, her head shook, speaking more to herself,

'No! I'm not going to fall for it a second time.'

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The force behind her hands made him stumble,

'You learn from your mistakes.' She was walking away, the distance growing, talking to herself, talking herself out of him, she was lying.

'It wasn't a mistake,' his voice was sure, certain in the silence ringing around them. She glanced over her shoulder, eyes sparkling in the moonlight, desire leaking away to be replaced with determination tinged with sorrow. 'It won't work; you're not going to win.'

He was if he had anything to do with it, he was competitive and she was the ultimate prize, he wasn't going to lose it now, not when it was inches beyond his fingertips, he was going to push harder and once he got hold, never let go. The constant clicking brought him back into focus, eyes settling on the slender woman bathed in silver, a trophy, his trophy, she was his.

'Do you always wear heels to bed?' a distraction, moving in from the left, unexpected, unpredictable, he was sticking to form, it hadn't let him down yet.

She sighed, 'I was about to take them off when you decided to drop in and grace me with your presence.'

She stooped down to remove them, fingers gliding over her calves. The silk covering her frame sliding up, exposing more silver flesh shimmering and smooth in the beams of light. Her taught behind was waving ever so temptingly in his direction.

'Don't,' he growled his voice deepening, body fighting against his restraints, he lunged for her, her body still curved downwards as his hands fastened round her hips hugging her against him, she gasped, his erection pressed between her thighs, his desire for her hard and obvious.

'I like them.'

His knee pushed between her legs forcing them wide as he slipped his hand between them, her panties were damp as he began teasing her silken core. Her breathing became rapid as she ground against him, working herself against his fingertips, the pressure was light just enough to stimulate keeping her on the edge, her ass bucking against his stiff prick which was straining to break free.

He pulled her upright; she was limp between his fingers following his every command. He stroked the outside of her thighs as he slid his hand higher forcing the gown up, rippling at his wrists as he whipped it from her flinging it to the floor. Heels and panties the only things that remained, her naked body exposed before him ready to be taken, he was going to win.

He turned her to face him, crushing her breast against his chest, he could feel her nipples though his shirt the stiff bubs rubbing against him.

He nuzzled her neck, her hot breath panting into his ear, short, sharp bursts as he nipped and lick his way over her throat covering it with kisses.

She squawked in protest as he lifted her up flinging her into the bed, her naked body, laid out beneath him, arms flung over her head, sheer abandon, she was open, inviting, his for the taking. He lowered himself, burrowing his body between her spread legs. There lips crashed together, his rough ones sliding over her smooth ones, contrasting and confident tongues gliding over each other, her fingers curling in his hair as she force his tongue deeper her lips soft and sweet as they caressed his own.

He kissed the corner of her mouth allowing his lips to glide over her throat; gasping, little moans easing from her lips as he dragged his stubble over her collarbone, cooling the sting with his tongue. Fingers skimming the curve of her breasts, his tongue lazily running round her nipple before flicking out hitting the sensitive bud causing a spasm of sensation, her back arching; chest rising and falling with every sharp breath. He began rolling it between his teeth, twisting and tweaking her squeals of delight and ecstasy egging him on.

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'oh…god,' her nails were scoring into his skin, as his mouth worked over her, tongue lapping away on the stiff peaks making her body bend against her will. He giggled the reverberation jolting through her body only increasing the cloud of sensation currently consuming her, he was winning and he knew it. He dragged his tongue over her taught stomach ringing her belly button before sinking lower a long lingering kiss above her panties.

She felt his fingers dip beneath the band, sliding through her soft curls before gliding between her lush valley parting her folds ever so gently, she was wet, his fingers teasing her not enough pressure to relieve the growing ache pooling between her thighs. He brought his fingers up wrapping them around the slim lines lying on her hips, a sharp tug, the rag ripped from her. She was naked and too drunk with desire to care. House still had everything on, she reached for him inches away, his hands lashed out pinning her wrists to the bed,

'No touching.' God no fair! She tried to wriggle loosen his grip but it held fast. He lowered himself between her legs shoulders forcing them wider his eyes never leaving hers, he head fell back a whining, desperate to be touched.

His hot breath tickling her clit, head inches away from her core. He flicks his tongue, licking her lips tentatively, barely touching, she rocks her hips trying to gain more contact increase the pressure of him against her but he retreats, pulling away, she wants to cry out with frustration, flexing her wrists desperate to force him deeper.

'Please!'

His tongue tickles her clit, causing her to cry out,

'There, lick it there!'

'What do you say?' He's lifted his head, watching her poised, tongue poking between his teeth, the image its self nearly sends her flying over the edge hips rising from the mattress,

'Pleeeassseee!' her voice begging laced with need,

His hands release her, her fingers quickly fastening themselves in his hair behind him pushing his head hard between her legs as he begins to work his tongue gliding against her in a short sharp probes, long lingering flicks lapping up her juices.

Her velvety thighs clenched around his head, his stubble grazing the soft skin surrounding her sex, heels digging into his shoulder blades as he forces his tongue further into her tunnel. He runs his tongue back and forth over her clit; drawing it into his lips sucking hard…he was so good.

'Oh God,' she felt her muscles begin to quiver, heart beat pounding against her chest.

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He could hear her panting, his hand wrapping round her wrist poised above his left ear. Her pulse was pumping beneath his fingers. His face was smeared with her arousal, the tangy fluids coating his lips; she truly tasted as good as she looked.

His leg should be aching but he was oblivious to the pain, her hot sweet pussy was on fire in his mouth. She was wild, bucking against his face as she reached her climax.

He felt her muscles tensing around his ears and just as she was about to cum he pulled away.

She screamed in frustration, a high and painful sound as her fist thumped onto the bed.

'You bastard.'

He crawled over her body, his pray. Face to face her eyes squeezed tight, anger and frustration flowing from her. Her harsh breathless puffs tickling his hair as a bead of sweat trickled down her chest.

'That's not very nice.'

He kissed her, forcing his way into her mouth knowing she could taste herself on his tongue. She moaned. He brought his lips to her ear licking behind the lobe before whispering, 'I'm winning.'

Her eyes snapped open, blazing with fire. Her fingers latched onto his shirt balling into fists as she flung him onto his back swinging her legs over him pinning his body beneath her. She ground her hips against him; his cock was aching fit to burst her hot heat leaking through his jeans he sighed hard and harsh with want for the women above. She grabbed his shirt ripping it open, buttons flying, scattering over the floor as her fingers clawed at his chest, scoring into the skin, her nails working over his nipples until they were as stiff as her own. The mist of desire slowly consuming him, he knew he needed to take control.

She leant forward hands running over his biceps forcing his arms above his head sliding them between the bars of her bed; her hips still grinding against him light and seductive; enticing his body, so desperate to fuck her. His right hand came down to loosen his belt but she snatched it back forcing it up once more.

He could hear her rummaging around, his head nestled between the swell of her breasts, too content to spare a thought as to what's she's up to until he hears an ominous click, it echoes round the room as he falls silent. He tries to move, rattling as he tries to pull his hands through the bars, he's held fast unable to move, hands chained above his head, exposed for her to do what she will and as she pleases.

He'd lost control. She has him right where she wants him….shit.

She's sat firmly on his crotch, unmoving, a smile breaking over her face. 'What was that about you winning?'

'Now Cu…shit' she grinds against him, halting his answer, her giggle teasing his cock to the point where it's painful.

'Tut tut leaving me wanting more, you naughty boy. You want to play that game? Fine let's play.'

Her nimble fingers twisted in his buckle flicking it open with ease, she lowers the zip excruciatingly slow. He's so hard, begging to be released from the denim restraint. She pulls them from his body, tossing them to the floor, belt clattering over the boards.

His erection tented in his boxers, the cotton not holding anything back. She watches for a moment, eyes dark with want, satisfaction burning through them at his reaction to her. She crouches over his groin blowing on his stiff prick, suckling against the material, the liquid heat causing his cock to throb. He groans when she pulls away, hips rising off the bed longing to prolong the contact.

Her hands slide the boxers off, prick springing free into the open air, causing him to sigh with relief. He's spread out naked before her, a sacrifice. She crawls over him settling between his spread legs. Her soft lips begin working there way up the inside of his thighs, coming within an inch of his cock, erection tickled by her hair.

She wraps her fingers round the think shaft, kissing the crown before taking half of him into her mouth her hot saliva swirling round it.

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She can feel him writhe beneath her, whining and groaning his hips rocking against her mouth desperately trying to force his prick deeper as she swirls her tongue around it. His cock is almost all in her mouth, grunting and groaning, the head scraping the roof of her mouth as she plunges it to the back of her throat.

She loves watching him lose himself, she had wanted to touch and taste him for so long. Her eyes never left his face.

His head came up, eyes locking with her own; drunk with need. They flicked down watching his prick pumping in and out of her mouth. Her sweet lips parted taking him all in, smooth and fast. She sucked harder as she felt his muscles tense beneath her fingers; his erection pulsing between her lips as he neared the edge.

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His muscles were screaming, skin soaked in sweat, chains chinking against the metal posts as he thrust himself deeper into her mouth. He couldn't resist, he was going to lose.

She dragged her nail over the silken underside of his balls and just as he felt his muscles begin to spasm, her heat abandoned him.

'NO! NO! NO! get back down there!' his head lifting back from the bed, cuffs clanking as he fought against them desperately wanting to force her head back down onto his aching cock and make her finish the job. She was smiling, triumphant.

'Only fair.'

'Bitch!'

They were face to face, her nose inches from his own, her lips puffed out and pouting.

'Now that's not very nice' she was mocking him, bloody hell was she making him pay.

He watched her, she was grinning a salacious, horny grin that told him it wasn't over. He was done for.

'Let's finish the game to the end shall we?' Her eyes were sparkling with delight, victory was in sight, she could reach for it, House's hands were currently tied down. ''Ride' out to the end.'

She mounted him, holding herself above his straining shaft just touching enough to tease, his erection nestled between her legs the tip resting between the lips of her pussy. A loud groan of frustration broke from his throat he wanted to pull her down, impale her on his cock and fuck her so hard she won't be able to walk but she just watches and waits. She then lifts herself, wrapping her fingers round him guiding him to her entrance, she's so wet. She slides the tip inside her, he's moaning as he tries to thrust up but she has a tight grip, holding him back.

'I like it this way.'

Easing him in and out gently, she rolls her hips causing him to cry out, 'God…Lisa.' Her name escaped, unspoken for years causing the air to change.

She's smiling as she plunges him deep inside, gasping with pleasure, the sensation of being filled overwhelming, her walls expanding around him, adapting to his size, his prick throbbing inside her.

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He's hard and hungry. She bends forward trying to control the overwhelming sensation of his cock grinding against his clit as she nips along his neck and begins to rock her hips, thrusting onto him fast and deep.

She rises, watching his face, eyes tight shut.

'Watch.' It's an order.

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She increases the pace, thighs gripping his hips as she rides him. He feels her body begin to shake, maybe there's a chance she'll fall first; his fists curls in the sheets, body tense trying to resist her muscles pulsing around his prick.

'Watch.' Its and order he can't refuse, his head rises from the bed, eyes resting between them watching his cock snuggling in her sweet little box, glistening with her juices as she pumps herself on it, her hand slides between them rubbing herself, teasing her clit as he watches. He can feel his balls tighten as he starts to shake, his head falls back onto the mattress as he feels her breath on his ear, lips resting against him, her breathless whisper, 'give in, let me win, you know you want to.'

He groans, bucking up into her, matching her rhythm, 'you first.'

'I've got you House.' Her muscles contract around him, his gasp only spurring her on, her whimpers and moans in his ear, 'god you're so big, fuck me hard, I want you to come so deep I can taste it.' That's it, he's lost, his cry rings round the room as his final uncontrollable thrust into her sends his cum spurting out in the most powerful climax, his white fluid spilling into her filling ever inch of her hole.

She rises up once more, her hands resting against his chest watching him lost in his high.

'I win.'

With that she thrust herself onto him, fucking hard and deep her muscles shaking as she explodes her climax flooding round him.

Her body collapses, limp, placing a last lingering kiss on his lips. She lifts off of him, swinging her body from the bed, legs still loose. He watches her walk away, wearing nothing but the heels.

He watches her vanish into the bathroom, her head quickly peeping back out a smile firmly planted on her face,

'Oh in case you didn't hear in your moment of passion, game, set, match to me…I won!'

She winks once more, before disappearing into the shower, leaving him chained to the bed.