Titled: Pain in my heart chapter 17

Author: curseofavalon

Rating: PG

Summary: turning points

Authors Note: comments, reviews and critique are very welcome.

BTW since I have no idea about US cold medicine I had to Google it. And I have no idea if it works together with Vicodin since most cold pills here have 'soft' painkillers in them. If I killed house with a cocktail somebody might wanna tell me g.

Pairing: Huddy

Disclaimer: I don't own House or its characters Fox does tho, I just used them shamelessly for this snippet.

Companionable silence stretched over then two man as the munched on their lunch and watched TV. Wilson had bought a Reuben Sandwich for House and a salad for himself since House argued that if Wilson ate a salad it was healthy enough for both of them and Cuddy couldn't say a thing.

'So, how did you get Cuddy to forgive you?'

Greg smirked wistfully at the younger man.

' I am that good Jimmy.'

It made Wilson grin. His two friends seemed to be on a better road with each other and maybe with some help here and there they would actually be able to make it work out for them.

'She coming over tonight?'

'Yeap, told her there is more where last nights instant happiness came from.'

His voice was nasal and roughened by a sore throat and James was sure Cuddy didn't let him near her. The woman was anal with fear of sickness. Leaving her precious Hospital baby alone again after her longish holidays, lets say he didn't believe it. He looked at House thoroughly and was astonished by how happy he seemed. As if he could take on the world and it reminded him of a time when Stacy had still been there, early in there relationship. He was truly happy for House.

'You really like her.'

'Yea especially the funbags.'

'No I mean you really try. You even want her close.'

'She's awesome in bed sure I want her close.'

'You know what I'm talking about.'

Greg looked over and pondered silently. He wanted her close, needed her and it didn't feel wrong or cramped. It felt relieving to find his pills in the morning, lined up with a class of water. It was refreshing to see her in his robe, nothing underneath, walking through his apartment like she lived there, knowing where everything was. Waking up in the morning and have her soft skin against his was a goal he had started to set himself. Still he couldn't admit it to Wilson. Greg needed no gloating from Jimmy, just silence and understanding so he shrugged nonchalantly.

It was late when Lisa parked her car in his street. A late meeting had been called and then she had to take care of some last minute orderings and after that getting an overnight bag together. She dropped the second set of his key on his phone table and then put her bag down next to the door. Something was wrong but Cuddy couldn't pinpoint it. The apartment was dimly lit, Bluesy tunes wafted over from his stereo and some strange yet pleasing smell came from the kitchen.

'Greg? I'm home.'

This time she didn't flinch when saying home. He had referred to their places as 'Home' early on.

'Kitchen.'

As she stepped into the rather tiny than spacious room she was surprised to find House bend over the stove stirring something.

'You're cooking Dinner?'

'No my underwear...'

He rolled his eyes then tasted whatever he had simmering. After setting her handbag down she walked up to him hugging him from behind and looking past him at the stove.

'Is that clamshell soup?'

'Yes, my Mom's receipt.'

He blew air on the spoon with some soup and then held it to her to taste. She moaned when the liquid rolled across her tongue setting off sparks in her taste buds. It was an exquisite mix of soft creamy mixed with spicy tastes. He took a spoonful himself and then turned to her and kissed her tenderly.

'You like?'

Lisa nodded and smiled, not being able to be mad at him for kissing her. She had missed his soft but firm caresses all too long, her body on fire as soon as he stepped so close to her that she could smell his cologne. He hugged her tight, swaying softly and humming to the Blues music while the soup kept cooking.

'I love dancing with you Cuddy. You fit me perfectly, curves and hollows in all the right places. Soft skin, firm muscles...'

Trailing of House looked down at her and then kissed her forehead not wanting her to see all of the underlying emotion. She pressed her face into his chest smiling, her arms firm around his waist.

'Thanks for cooking.'

'Its me saying thanks for, ya know, taking care of me. Caring.'

Stepping onto her tiptoes Lisa kissed him, smiling, her hands framing his face.

After Dinner House sat with Cuddy at his Piano, playing whatever she suggested with the glee of zealous child, the tunes almost playful. She gazed at his long fingers, shudders running up and down her spine as she imagined those long and lean fingers dancing along her skin to a song only he could hear.

He ended yet another song, his hand coming to rest on her knee, squeezing tenderly. Her eyes were closed and she licked her lips before turning to him and opening her eyes again. House's stare was fixed on her supple lips. His own hand wandered higher on her skirt glad leg, stroking over her thigh, goosebumps forming almost immediately.

Lisa turned into the caress, enabling him to reach under her skirt, a soft gasp escaped her as he stroked a fingertip up the sensitive inside of her inner thigh, her whole being lightning up on fire. Her hand was pressed against his neck, feeling his pulse speeding up, then pulling him down to kiss her deeply, throwing all caution to the wind. She wanted and needed him.

It made Greg smile how her body seemed to hum with excitement whenever he came close to one of her spots. One hand still under her skirt and the other unbuttoning her blouse, her mouth firmly working against his, tongues swirling, the soft and wet texture intoxicating. He moaned into her mouth as her teeth gazed his lower lip and her hand landed on the bulge in his jeans.

Cuddy squeezed him and grinned as he almost jumped. He was hot and hard under her hand, pulsing with desire for her and she intented to taste out this night to the fullest, make up for the lost week. She had his zipper down fast and her hand sneaked into his jeans taking him into her hand, massaging just with the right amount of pressure. It had him groaning and writhing.

Greg had to rip his mouth from hers as he grunted out his please when Lisa set her nails against his length. He wanted her and was sure that if he let her torture him further he would have a Technicolor repeat of his early adolescence.

'Lisa...please, I want you.'

She nodded and pulled her hand from his jeans so they could stand. Already turning to leave for the bedroom she was astonished when he pressed her against the piano and smirked.

'I always thought about doing you on my piano.'

It made Lisa's heart stop and then start racing, the thought alone, of lying on the polished surface, almost made her come and she knew that she wouldn't get much sleep that night.