Titled: Pain in my heart chapter 20

Author: curseofavalon

Rating: PG

Summary: Can they make it or will the past intervene?

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

Pairing: Huddy

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

The drive to her cabin had been uneventful the only times they stopped were toilet or gas stops and they made it in 3 hours to the coast.

The weather up there was almost nice, only the warmth was missing, besides that the sun shone through between huge cumulus clouds, highlighting patches of seaweed, sandy dunes and parts of the rocky and rough coastline left to the Cuddy's House. As Greg got out of the car he took a deep breath of the rich air surrounding him, trying to grab all the different smells and keep them in his memory. It smelled of clean water, grass ad wet sand mixed with the usual whiff of salt. Over them seagulls were making their rounds, screaming and taking turns in crashing towards the shore and then dropping down.

Lisa was already on the back of the car opening the trunk and starting to get things out, heaving a sigh as she lifted bag after bag out of the car. Quickly turning to her he made his way over and selected a bag h could sling over his shoulder easily.

'Can you put the things aside I can get in?'

'You want to help me?'

She was surprised, watching his retreating back as he made his way onto the porch and to the door.

'Keys?'

No answer from him. Could've known that . Grabbing her duffel she followed him and opened the screen door, then unlocked the front door and made space so he could shuffle in. Lisa watched him, her head cocked to the side.

'You sure it's not too heavy?'

'I'm not Wilson Lisa, I won't drop down crying.'

He snorted and dropped the bag in the front hall then went out to get more. No way he could get up the stairs with a bag slung over his shoulder. She would have to carry it up. Still he helped her and she was astonished as to why he was so changed.

'You sure you didn't destroy the new MRI?'

She asked him that while passing him on her way out. Feeling insecure around this new House.

'You sure you wear a B-cup and not an A?'

Slapping his shoulder she dropped the subject and helped him silently get the things in, then carry what belonged into the bedroom up. When finished she started unpacking for them while Greg stored the fridge downstairs.

'Hey Lisa, you want some coffee?'

Grumbling she dropped his socks in the dresser. Now he wanted coffee, he could at least wait until she was done with unpacking before he forced her to make his coffee.

'I'll make some when I'm done here.'

Cuddy yelled back down in her best: I'm-the-administrator-don't-get-me-angry voice.

'I asked you if I should make you some.'

His voice was soft and close, turning she saw him leaning against the door frame of the bedroom, looking at her amused. She heaved a sigh and dropped her head a little, blushing with shame of having assumed the worst of him again. Sitting down on the bed he pulled her down next to himself.

'Tell me whats going on? This is supposed to be relaxing for us both Lisa.'

'I'm not used to you being gentle.'

Scoffing she held back the urge to punch his shoulder frustrated.

'So you're annoyed when I'm me, but when I put in some afford you're even more annoyed?'

House couldn't hold back his chuckle. She was so easily confused, it would almost be too easy to be an ass with her again.

'I guess I just need to unwind, the week was stressy.'

Leaning against him Lisa heaved another sigh and tried to relax her back and shoulders with concentrating on the movement of his hand. It pressed into her back softly and then stroked in upwards circles from lower back to shoulders, leaving her almost purring.

'This weekend is planned as relaxing away from everything and everyone hospital. So shut off your cell and let us relax. I want you for myself these three days.'

House was sincere with what he said, he planned this to spend time with her exclusively and Lisa felt honored.

Leaning up she tenderly kissed up his neck to his jaw, nibbling on its scrubby underside before kissing to his ear and softly biting his earlobe. He groaned, a deep rumble in his chest, and squeezed her shoulder in encouragement. Smirking Lisa pulled away and stood again, looking at him sweetly, his eyes glazed over, his mouth half open.

'I'd love coffee.'

They sat huddled together on the swing couch on the porch, blankets wrapped around them, wind making the wind chimes compose little songs. Lisa's head was tucked under his chin, his hands surrounding her in a warm embrace, making her feel more than secure.

House's gaze was fixed on the ocean, staring on as the salty, rough sea ate at the sandy shoreline with loud grumblings. The air smelled distinctively like rain, mixing with his male, soapy smell.

Lisa smiled softly and closed her eyes just enjoying the closeness, the smell and the sound. Greg kissed her temple softly, his arms tightening around her as another breeze washed over them.

'Maybe we should get back in. It's getting pretty cold.'

'No, please. Just a little longer.'

Cuddling closer to him she pressed her nose against his chest inhaling deeply. For the first time in weeks she felt thoroughly relaxed, as if floating. She softly stroked over his flat tummy , under his shirt, relishing in the feeling of his warm skin and fine downy hair forming his happy trail.

Goosebumps formed on his flesh, his breath shaking, as he gazed down at her. Her cheeks were rosy from the soft but cold breeze, hair frilly from a day driving. She was dressed in comfy Jeans and a blue wool sweater, which highlighted her eyes even more.

His eyes closed for a brief moment as he enjoyed her attention, until he felt her lips on his collar bone and his eyes ripped open from surprise. A moan soon fell from Greg's lips, his head rolled back and his hands landed to tangle in her hair.

'Lisa... .'

Another moan and he pulled her onto his lap slowly, making sure she stayed of his mangled thigh. His lips fused to hers in a slow and sexy caress, his hand grabbing at her hips.

'Greg...wait...not here.'

Lisa tried to get away from him but his lips were relentless. His hands moved under her pullover fast and framed her slim ribcage, another shudder running through him at the skin on skin contact.

Again she broke their heated kiss, leaning her forehead against his, panting heavily.

'Not here, your thigh.'

'I don't care...'

He pressed her down on his groin and moaned as she rubbed against him in a hard and long stroke. She faltered and moaned in unison with him, her body warming considerably. Gazing into his eyes she smiled tenderly, while steadily circling her hips, her head falling back as his hands came to rest on her lace glad breasts and massaging the globes softly.

'Oh god...'

'Hey where did you put the Chocolate Trifle we picked up at my favorite bakery?'

His head and upper torso were half way into the fridge, as he rummaged through the contents.

'Upper shelf Greg. Hand me the Steaks?'

They had always worked well together. They did even better at homely things, as long as Lisa was cooking. He handed her whatever she requested, in between taking time to steal kisses and when the Steaks were done and the potatoes still needed a couple of minutes, he had her pressed against the counter in a heavy make out session.

It came over Greg whenever he was close to her. Since he was with her he felt younger than ever, refreshed and alive. And his intention was to pay her back the best way he could. House couldn't promise Cuddy a normal relationship, not only due to the fact that she was still his superior, but he would make sure to show her at least at home how much she made him feel.