Ok here's the next bit! I promised it would be up sooner…so here we are. I am now snowed under with work lol the things I do! Thank you so much for all your reviews last time it is nice to know that my fic is in character because this type of storyline is very hard to write and trying to keep them in character is always a challenge! Please review they are like vicodin…addictive but I love the high lol!

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Unspoken

His cane was tapping against the floor boards, rhythmic and constant banging to a single beat in his mind. He was watching, waiting, she'd been getting ready for hours, the clock was ticking in the background, silence the only other sound in the room.

He could see her darting in and out of his vision only a dark image in the shadows. His patience was running short, desperate to see the finished product, his interest less platonic than he wished it to be.

His palms were sweating, alternatively rubbing them over his suit pants as he bounced the cane back and forth between his fingertips.

She was beautiful, but before, her beauty was something to be admired in passing, looked at and watched, now he wanted to touch, the one thing he couldn't do.

The silence was broken, her voice floating in from across the hall, a delicate hum that wrapped itself around him, breathing into his ears, mind misting over as it lulled him into a trance.

His eyes were focused on an invisible point in the distance as his mind wandered, images of her bursting into his brain, fresh from the shower, soft and warm, lingering liquid running over her skin, his fingers following the shimmering trails as he stroked her. His lips kissing every inch of her body, her nails crawling over him, scoring and scratching marking her territory as he made her his, hearing her call out his name. She haunted his dreams, he woke up every time sweating and hard, her lying only across the hall, an arrangement he'd insisted on…having her near was no longer safe.

His cane clattered to the floor, the remnant of her cries echoing round his mind.

'House?'

He jolted, his frame jumping ever so slightly, stooping down to snatch his cane up before it rolled out of his reach. He rose slowly, turning to face her.

His heart stopped.

Blood ringing in his ears, mouth dry, breathing hard and harsh as his eyes danced over her. Dark, loose curls cascaded over her shoulders, framing her face. Her bright blue eyes darker than ever, sparkling, reflecting the light as it twinkled in their depths. Her lips were full, pouting, the gloss making them shimmer as his eyes paused for a second watching the tip of her tongue trail over them, teasing and taunting, blood rushing southward along with his eyes.

She was wearing the navy dress, tied behind her neck, straps pushing her boobs higher, the creamy white skin nearly spilling over the edge. Under the bust was a pale blue band, beneath it the dress flowed out over her hips, swaying around her, falling just below her knee. House bit his lip, restraint, trying to still his growing desire, impossible to ignore as it hollered in his ears.

She coughed, his eyes snapping up to meet hers, catching a glimpse of a smile before it vanished leaving no trace behind. 'I need your help.' She turned, the skirt floating and swirling, skimming over her ass and bouncing beneath it. 'Can you do the zip for me?'

Her fingers released dress, it fell open exposing her back before him, the low zipper dipping to the base of her spine. He wanted to help her out the dress not into it but he complied, hobbling forward, tugging at the zip, dragging his knuckles over her skin as it rose.

She shivered.

His fingers caused her skin to tingle, warm breath tickling over her. She let her hair fall from her fingers, the curls bobbing down over her shoulders once more. He was silent, watching her the whole time.

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He wanted to tangle his fingers in her hair, pulling her back against him, sinking his mouth down onto her throat, lips caressing it as she moaned into his ear. He felt his fingers twitch.

She looked over her shoulder, her eyes meeting his, 'thanks.'

She spun round, the skirt flying high exposing even more flesh for a mere second, 'do I look ok?'

Ok? OK? His mind was screaming, she looked more than ok, hell no words under the sun would describe how delectable she looked, the flouncy material flowing over her delicate frame. 'Yeah you look fine.' There was no way he would ever admit more than that, the word stunning would never leave his lips, but it continued to bounce around inside, his heart beating in time with his thudding thoughts and constant throbbing. He needed to re-gain his control.

'I hope your taking something to keep you warm, wouldn't want you to freeze your ass off, it would be such a waste.'

She smiled, vanishing into the bedroom, shawl swirling round her shoulders.

'Right you ready to go?' he saw her falter, the smile slipping from her face as she paused, his head snapped over his shoulder, watching as her eyes darted over her reflection before turning back. 'Cuddy what's wrong?'

He heard her breath, deep and slow, watching as her fingers slipped over her wrists wrapping round them, as though trying to rub something away. 'Cuddy?' he needed to know what was wrong, something was bothering her and he wouldn't rest until he knew what it was.

Her head snapped away, blanking her reflection from her eyes as they squeezed shut. 'They're still there.'

He didn't need to ask her what they were, his eyes zoned in on her wrists and the small purple bands still staining her skin. Most of the bruises had healed, marks vanishing everyday, fewer reminders for the memories, but the stubborn ones still lingered, deep and dark, scored into her skin.

'Cuddy, you look fine.' He wasn't one for comfort, alien territory. He voiced what was needed, his true opinion remaining silent, afraid of being heard. He kept his feelings inside, ensuring they remained hidden. Only his eyes gave him away.

She looked at him, uncertain, conflicting emotions running over her face, fear, loss, and a trace of sadness lingered in the darkness. Her eyes were watching his, searching, trying to see something more. He turned away.

He took a moment to gather his coat; building the barriers back up, 'You ready?' he looked up. She was still watching, but her own face was passive and clear. She nodded, flinging a shawl over her shoulders, walking to the door.

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The journey was silent; both lost in there own thoughts, his of her, hers unknown. He could feel his breath tight in his chest as his eyes travelled over her body, slowly sliding up the smooth skin of her legs, the material sitting high, exposing a tantalising amount of her thighs. How he wished to have them wrapped round him.

He breathed out, hard and harsh, emptying his lungs of all oxygen in an effort to starve his mind and imagination. It broke the silence, her eyes flickering to him for a moment before her lips parted. His eyes fell on them, soft and silky shimmering in the light flooding the car. He blinked, 'sorry?'

'I asked if you were ok.' She was frowning, clearly confused.

His eyes fell back on the road, forcing them from her, feeling bad for his thoughts. 'Shouldn't I be asking you that?' he needed to draw her from the subject, he had no answer, not an honest one. I want to fuck you didn't seem so appropriate at the moment; although right now he had a feeling fucking isn't all it would be. He didn't want her for his owns gains, his own pleasure; he wanted her to want him, for him to make her happy and to give pleasure in the only way he knew how.

'I'm fine,' she refused to waver, his distraction techniques too common for her to be caught, 'you on the other hand seem stressed, why?'

His hands were sweating against the wheel as he pulled into a parking space, shaking his head trying to dislodge his thoughts, finding his equilibrium, where he was comfortable. 'Don't like ties' he tugged at the offending garment round his neck, although he was pretty certain it wasn't what was causing the tight sensation in his chest. Her eyes rolled,

'You didn't have to wear it.'

'Yes I did, we're going to a fancy restaurant remember, they have a dress code. Although,' his eyes dropped down, 'I wouldn't call what your wearing a dress, it barely covers the essentials.' He waggled his eyebrows, allowing his eyes to flow over her, indulging in being able to do this without arousing suspicion.

She shook her head, hiding a smile, 'come here.' She leant over; House's whole body tensing as her dress fell forwards, exposing the dark tunnel between her breasts, the tone contrasting against the creamy white flesh. Her hand slid over his left thigh, steadying her-self as she reached out for him, fingers fastening around his tie. Her hand was way to close, he could feel her fingers nudge in between his legs inches from his groin, the heat emanating through his trousers becoming more un-bearable with every second.

His head fell back against his shoulders, hiding his face from her as his eyes squeezed shut, teeth grinding trying to ignore the southward shooting sensations, this couldn't happen tonight, he wouldn't give himself away.

He flooded his mind with unpleasant images as she sorted him out, her breast brushing up against his shoulder as she pulled him to her to get a better grip. He felt the tie fall loose, her hands smoothing over his chest before the warmth from her body left him, the cool air flooding in once more.

'Is that better?'

His eyes flew open, head falling, turning to look at her catching a faint smile before it fell from her lips.

He nodded; afraid his voice would fail him. He was mentally kicking himself, he was a grown man, he should be able to control himself, and here he was nearly losing it when his boss leaned over to do his tie, he really needed to get out more.

'Ready?' he could still hear the traces of fear in her voice as she spoke, her own façade of braveness wasn't fooling him.

'You sure you're ok? We don't have to do this. I'll ruin my rep if anyone see's me in a suit, especially with the boss, they'll think I'm a suck up.'

She smiled, 'yeah I'm fine, you'll never be described as a suck up, you have nothing to fear. Me on the other hand, my sanity is already being questioned.'

'I've never questioned it; I always knew you were mad.'

A light laugh escaped, her breath tickling his skin, 'right let's go.'

They rose from the car, the chill night air wrapping itself around them, the darkness flooding in. She shivered; he watched her spine tremble, the moonlight reflecting off her skin, shimmering over her body, weaving in and out of her hair.

She started to stroll towards the doors, her hips lulling him into a trance as he watched them sway, the dress dancing over her skin. It twirled round as she came to an abrupt halt, her hair whirling over her shoulder as she snapped round, turning, her eyes fixing on his.

They trailed over him for a second before coming to rest on his face once more, 'you coming?' She nudges her head in the direction of the restaurant, a tainted smile on her lips, something unknown written beneath the surface.

Her words break him free, stumbling forward in an attempt to get his body working again, fighting against the rebelling sensations which are driven by the woman before him.

She waits.

He goes to walk by her, unsure of her intentions, not wanting to ask why she was just watching him walk. He looks ahead, his eyes focused on his aim, unwilling to allow them to fall on her again fearful he'd lose it.

Her arm shot out, sending simultaneous jolts of fear and desire through his body as her fingers lace round his arms pulling him to her. The smile remained, still tainted and unclear. He wished he knew what she was thinking, what she felt, about her, about him, about them.

He was so confused. His mind was the only thing that kept him going, intelligence and certainty driving him forward. These reactions were unknown, strange and unclear, muddling his mind to the point of insanity. He knew the cause:-

Her.

The catalyst causing the eruptions of chemicals to course through his veins. He knew the cure, the cure was untouchable. Too much had happened, too much had passed, he'd been living as a half all his life, a fraction of the man he could be, her, the only other half to make him whole.

His heart was the one puzzle he couldn't work out.

Emotions were a bugger.

His eyes fell on her arm, linking itself round his own, 'What are you doing?'

Her face was alight as she watched him squirm, clearly uncomfortable with the contact, oblivious to the real reason why, she giggled, the vibration tingling, his heart beating as she leaned into whisper in his ear, 'I'm attempting to really ruining your rep.'

She lightly tugged him forward, him holding onto her as she held onto him, her body brushing his lightly as they moved in unison, strolling into the restaurant arm in arm.

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The evening had been pleasant so far. They were sat in a secluded corner looking out over the dining hall. Grand, dark wood, deep red tables, low lighting.

The dinner had been beautiful so far, the laughter rolling freely. House's antics making her smile, his attempts to be polite while the frustration flickered in his eyes made her giggle, he never was one to hold his tongue and the tiny bit of patience he had, had been sorely tested by the waitress.

The main courses were now steaming before them.

'Beautiful,' he watched as Cuddy breathed in the aroma's, her fork twirling in the pasta before it lifted to her lips.

House turned to his own dish, slicing the steak. It came to rest on his tongue, a burst of flavours exploding as the tender meet dissolved in his mouth.

She was watching.

'Anyone would think you want a bit?'

Her eyebrow lifted, 'that's probably because I do.'

'No way, its all mine,' he pulled the plate closer to him, even in a posh restaurant there was still room for immaturity.

'Did you mother ever teach you to share?'

'Yes, she taught me to share with other children. You're not a child, obviously.' His eyebrows waggled once more, his sexual innuendos the only way in which he could voice his thoughts. He didn't mind her having his food, but she'd have to work for it first, she'd know something was up if he didn't.

She rolled her eyes, watching his big grin as he lifted the steak to his lips once more. Her hands snatched out too fast for him to react, her fingers sliding over his as the fork came to rest in her mouth, teeth dragging over the end pulling the meat from it, his eyes watching as it vanished between her lips.

Her hand remained on his, his skin tingling beneath it as he watched her tongue as it swirled round, tasting the flavours, 'mmmm' her head fell back on her shoulders, her throat exposed before him, tempting to sink his teeth into, that meal more appetising than his own. Her little rumble of approval still rang in her ears; his cock jolting with every twirl of her tongue, imagining how it would feel around him.

Her eyes fluttered open, deep blue and dark. 'It tasted as good as it looked.'

I bet you do to he thought, his mind on fire, eyes still staring into her own. He was hard; his want for her strong, her little moans of pleasure had been enough to attract his attention and watching the contours of her throat as she swallowed had almost driven him over the edge, his mind enforcing the erotic imagery, vivid and bold. All she needed to do now for her to know something was up would be to look under the table, the evidence would be right there before her.

He cleared his throat, trying to control the constant throbbing, he needed to change the subject something that would calm his senses and cool his mind.

'I need to go back to work next week.'

Yep that would do it.

He remained silent for a moment, contemplating what to do. He missed the puzzles. For all his complaining he liked the daily challenge, testing his mind to the end, the adrenaline rush as he raced against time, the one race he could win.

But he didn't want her to go, the more she returned to her old life the further she drifted. The stronger she got the less she'd need him and he liked her needing him to lean on, it gave him purpose rather than existing as an empty shell, drugs rattling around inside. His drinking habit has lessened along with his pills, unable to help if he was drugged up or drunk. So he had bit back the pain and remained there to support her, support she was beginning to no longer need. He had succeeded in relighting the spark so why did he feel like he'd lost?

'Are you sure? It's only been a week Cuddy?' His face was set and serious, not giving anything away.

'I'm sure, I'm going to go mad with only four walls to stare at. It will be nice to have something to occupy my mind, even if it is only paper work.' His eyes fell on her fingertips stroking the stem off her glass, the golden liquid reflected in her eyes as she swirled it round.

He knew the dreams still plagued her thoughts; he'd caught glimpses of her, eyes still glistening as the night flickered over her eyes. The occupying of her mind meant a distraction and the four walls would only drive her insane as her memories bounced off of them. She wanted to return to work to stop her thoughts all together, work the one way in which she could escape, return to the busy life where she could only work, not think.

'If you're sure that's what you want.'

'I am, besides you need to head back too, think of all the clinic hours you've missed.' She allowed a weak smile, injecting some humour into the conversation. She let out a laugh at his grimace.

'I'm not catching up.'

'I don't expect you too. Trying to make you do the ones that week is hard enough. The effort of making you do the ones you've missed is not worth it.'

'Victory!'

She rolled her eyes, head shaking lightly. 'So I'll sort that all out tomorrow, the sooner the better, I dread to think what state the paper work is in.'

It was his turn to roll his eyes. 'Dessert?'

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The deserts had just been delivered when it happened. Her whole body slumped in her seat, arms falling into her lap as she seemed to sink lower.

His brow furrowed, 'What's the matter?'

'They're staring at me; they were looking at my bruises.'

House's head flew over his shoulder, catching an old couple surveying them, the old woman's eyes tinted with pity before falling on him, shaking her head and turning away.

House turned back to look at Cuddy, her eyes were cast downward. 'She thinks I did it.'

Cuddy's head flew up, eyes darting to the couple once more before coming to rest on him. 'But you didn't.'

'So she's got it wrong, people do.'

'I'm sorry.' Her head fell forward once again, clearly feeling guilty.

'Cuddy, I'm the last person to care what people think. Who cares? You look bea-, you look fine, lets just enjoy the rest of the night yeah?'

He cursed himself, he couldn't say it. No matter how hard he tried the words wouldn't leave his lips, too afraid of her reaction and how his words would be received, alien to his lips, and alien to her ears.

She nodded, her hand coming over the table to squeeze his, 'Thank you, I've had a lovely night. I'm sorry if I've ruined your rep.' a small smile blossomed over her face once more.

'My Rep, ruined? I'm out with a sexy woman, hell my rep has just rocket off the scale. The guys will think I'm a god.' He flicked his hair, eyes coming to meet hers before descending to his desert once more.

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The night had ended. He had paid the bill, much to Cuddy's shock, but there was a gentleman in him somewhere.

She had stumbled up the steps, the wine still flooding her system his arm holding her steady, supporting both their weight as he opened the door.

She was now sprawled out beside him, hair loose, falling over her face. He watched her chest rise and fall, her breathing slow as she slept, lips parted air flowing in and out, skin smooth the low light softening her features.

He wished he had said something more tonight. The words had frozen every time they left his lips.

He was relieved the night had turned out so well and even though he hated the fact she was returning to work it was probably for the best. He couldn't have her round him everyday without giving something away.

His eyes fell on the bruises, the lines still wrapping themselves round her wrists. He allowed his thumb to brush over them lightly. His eyes darting to her, ensuring she was a sleep before lifting them to his mouth. His lips pressed down over the bruises, a soft lingering kiss his eyes never leaving her face. 'You're not just fine, you're beautiful.' He allowed her wrists to fall from his fingertips.

His finger slid beneath a lock of her hair, brushing it from her face watching her for a moment, indulging in being able to stare unhindered, look all he wanted, feed his imagination so he could remember her when she walked away. When she went back to being his boss, him her employee. One who's more trouble than he's worth.

In the lonely nights, lying in the darkness this will be how he will remember her, the women of his dreams, the only one with the key to his heart.

He brushed his thumb over her bottom lip lightly, needing to feel the softness beneath his fingertips just once. 'Yeah,' he sighed, 'the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.'

He rose, dropping a blanket over her before limping from the room. His door slammed shut, darkness engulfing the room. Blue eyes shot open, her dark orbs staring out into the silence. She lifted her thumb trailing it over her lip before running it over her wrist, the kiss still lingering on her skin.

Her eyes fluttered shut once more, she sighed, happy and content, a smile breaking out over her face as she snuggled down and drifted off to sleep.

TBC

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