Ok this is the next chapter…sorry its taken so long…my life has been a little bit crazy lately what with living in London and stuff. And I kinda lost my drive lately….but I'm trying to get it back. Hopefully this is ok…it came out in a bit of a whirlwind having been in my mind for a very long time.

Everything is pretty much happy from here there's only a few chapters left…but still a few surprises to come :).

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Twinkle Little Star

They were sat on the sofa, her feet curled underneath her as she watched him, eyes grazing over his profile, his body stiff, uncomfortable after his admission. He obviously didn't know how to behave and was following his usual pattern and blanking everything in favour of the TV.

She glanced over at the screen, pretending to be relaxed, all the while hovering beside him, unsure of what to do. His arm was lounged over the back of the sofa, open and welcoming, and all she really wanted right now was to be engulfed in his warmth. For once she took what she wanted, sliding slowly over the leather, her body curling into his side; head coming to rest against his chest, his heart beat echoing into her left ear. A few minutes passed before she felt him relax, and the weight of his arm as it curled round her shoulders, pulling her tightly against him.

A smile flickered over her face, feeling safe and content, wanting to be nowhere else but here…with him. The thought tugged at her heart, her eyes glazing over as she focused on her feelings. The past few months flickering before her eyes, the turmoil of emotions she'd endured and the constant figure of House standing b her side every step of the way. He'd been her rock, holding her up and asking for nothing in return. She wouldn't have made it without him, his patience as he pieced her back together bit by bit. She reflected on her tears and how he'd been the one to dry them, the little bubbles of laughter that burst forth within her memories every now and then, the happiness he'd caused when she thought it'd been long gone.

She sighed, content, her eyes slipping shut, his breathing slowly lulling her to sleep, for the first time, a small smile gracing her face as she drifted into her dreams.

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A gentle pressure awoke her, fingertips grazing over her scalp as they absently dragged through her hair, the tangles parting smoothly before them. She groaned, burrowing deeper, not wishing to leave her dreams just yet, content to remain within his safe embrace for as long as she could. A gentle prod to her ribs shattered this thought.

'I am not a pillow.'

She grumbled, the sound muffled by his shirt, sleep still clinging to her, rendering speech impossible.

His fingers tickled against her, her body squirming away from the sensation, head whipping up to glare at him. He was grinning, the warmth emanating from his eyes. His fingers went to tickle her again and she squealed, darting away from him.

He smiled smugly, reaching forward, 'Now I can reach the remote.'

She huffed, brushing the curls out of her eyes, 'I can't believe you woke me for that.'

His eyebrow rose, 'can't you?'

She went to slap his arm, too tired to talk, but his hand snapped out, fingers wrapping round her wrist.

Her eyes flicked to his fingers before darting back to his face. She couldn't ignore the warm sensation that had just frizzled up her arm and for once she didn't want to. He was staring at her, his eyes startlingly bright. Her tongue snuck out unconsciously brushing over her lips.

The fingers at her wrist tugged, her body jolting forward to collapse on his chest again.

'I've got the remote now.'

Her palm pressed against his stomach, supporting herself as she went to stare up at him, frowning at the force with which he'd handled her, while fighting the sensation thrumming through her at his proximity.

As her head snapped up, she reared; he was a lot closer than she'd anticipated. A gasp fell from her lips, his eyes burning into hers before darting down. She halted for a second, teeth sinking into her bottom lip, fleetingly making her decision before she rose, her lips meeting his, hand coming up to curl round his neck as she pulled him down to her.

Her body shook from the sensation of a simple kiss. Having been starved of human contact for so long, afraid to let anyone in, or allow herself to relax. Her body was on fire, flames licking at her skin as his fingers curled over her hip, brushing against her bare skin. She was hungry, her tongue delving between his lips, gliding up against his, consuming.

She couldn't get close enough, breasts crushed against his chest, nipples hard and sensitive the rough sensations making her gasp as she ground herself against him.

She moaned as he pulled back, his hair ruffled, gazing down at her, eyes glazed with desire, want.

'Are you…you sure?'

Her sharp nod was all he needed before he dragged her onto his lap. Her thighs either side of his hips, his hands running over them, eyes tight shut as he kissed her. Her hands clasped his face, lips stinging from the stumble as they glided against his. She felt his fingers tangle in her shirt, patiently slipping each button from its hole; a contrast to her frenzied passion, holding back, not wishing to spook her.

He pulled her tight against him, twisting, his weight pressing her down into the sofa, nestled between her thighs, his arousal pressed firmly against her, making her moan. Her bra clasped at the front, his fingers flicking it open, baring her breast before his eyes. His hand came up, cupping one in his palm, dragging his thumb over the rosy nipple, making her back arch as she gasped from the sensation, the sound becoming a moan as his mouth descended, the roughness of his tongue grazing the tip, before he sucked it, twirling the bud between his lips. Her fingers delved into his hair, holding him in place, eyes tight shut as she arched against the sensation, pleas resting on her lips, mind fogging over focusing on nothing but the sensation of his mouth on her, wet and warm.

His other hand massaged her left breast, caressing, dancing his fingertips over the taught nipple, rolling it between them.

She wanted more, the heat between her legs overwhelming. Her clothing too rough against her sensitive skin, wanting nothing more than to feel his bare body sliding against her own. She slid her hands down, twisting her fingers into his shirt, ripping it, the buttons flying through the air scattering over the floor boards. His stomach brushed against her own, their heat mingling. Her fingers then fumbled in the waist band of his jeans, desperate, clumsy with arousal. The button finally parted only to have him pull away, his hands now resting either side of her head, body starved of air.

'Not here.'

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It took all his effort to halt what was happening. But he wouldn't take her here. He'd torn himself away from her. Forcing back a groan as his eyes took in her bare body, breast glistening from his saliva, nipples wrinkled from arousal, eyes dark, seducing and desperate. She wanted him…now.

He rolled off her, groaning, cock straining painfully against his jeans. He wrapped his hand round her wrist, dragging her to her feet, pulling her along behind him, stumbling into his bedroom, before flinging her onto his bed. He was trying to take it slow. But he hadn't had it in too long, and he'd wanted this for so many months, holding back, hiding his desire not wishing to scare her in anyway, and now here she was, her eyes begging for him to take her.

She shimming up the bed, eyes wide, wanting. His fingers slid up her legs slowly, asking permission every step of the way; watching her face for any sign of uncertainty. He slid her bottoms down, taking her underwear with them.

He sensed her tension, muscles twitching drawing her legs together, consciously feeling shy about herself.

'Relax,' he gently slipped his hands between her legs, a little pressure making her part them, prising her open before his eyes. His gaze not leaving her face, silently asking her to trust him. Her head fell back against the pillow, thighs falling open in surrender.

She was glistening, wet, ready. He dragged his fingers through her moisture, her lips parting, listening to the hiss as he stroked a digit over her clit. Her hips bucked, mashing herself against his hand. Body so tightly wound, desperate for release. She watched him, eyes widening as he brought his fingers to his lips, tongue flicking out lapping her juices before leaning over, hands wrapping round her hips, pulling her legs wide open as his mouth descended, dragging her clit between his lips relishing in her squeal of pleasure. His tongue darted out, lapping at her, dragging it from top to bottom before delving inside, her hips bucking up against him mouth, as she moaned and groaned. He pulled back, slipping a finger inside, bending it towards her navel massaging it against her walls, before slipping a second digit alongside it, plunging them in and out slowly, smoothly gliding into her pussy, her body contracting around him. His eyes flicked between his fingers and her face, her arm thrown over her eyes, body writhing, mouth open in a silent scream. He increased the pace, bring his palm up to grind against her clit. It was her undoing, the slight pressure and she buckled, her muscles clamping down around him, body tensing, back bending in pleasure as she cried out, before falling limp against the mattress.

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Her body hummed, the spasms of sensation still shooting through her. She let her arm fall away, staring down at the man now poised between her thighs, her secretions smeared over his lips; pleasure radiating from his eyes. She forced herself to sit up, her fingers slipping into his jeans once more, forcing them down his hips, pulling his body forward as she tugged the rest of his clothing from him.

She then returned to the bed, lying on her back, spreading her legs wide as she pulled him forward to nestle between her hips. His erection pressed against her opening, her pussy clamping down, wanting him inside her.

He gazed down at her, ready, but not moving. She looked up at him, drowning in the intensity of his eyes, and with a brief nod and gentle tug against his hips he slid into her.

She moaned, her eyes slipping shut head falling back as she lost herself in the sensation of being filled. She never thought she'd gain enjoyment from this act again but here she was, open and willing, feeling pleasure like never before.

He began to move, speed building slowly. She was ok at first, relaxed, relishing in nothing but the sensation of having him inside.

But it didn't last,

She felt the memories flood her mind, the last time this had happened, the thought sending ice chilling through her veins. The last one who did this, hadn't cared, didn't listen. Suddenly her hand flew out, slamming against House's shoulder, forceful, her voice ringing out, 'STOP!'.

He froze, halting immediately. He went to pull himself from her, but she tensed holding him in. His brow furrowed in confusion, her eyes wide, wild. 'Cuddy?'

'I just…' she looked away from him, ashamed, 'I just wanted to make sure you'd stop if I told you to…that you'd listen.'

She didn't understand what was happening her heart wanted this…wanted him. and yet she felt frightened, couldn't force the fear away. of losing control, surrendering to anyone completely.

She almost flinched when she felt his hand caress the soft skin of her cheek, brushing away the tear that had leaked from her eyes. The pressure from his hand forced her to look at him. He didn't say anything, just leant forward slowly, brushing his lips over hers.

She kissed him back, wanting the contact, mind in turmoil, confused, she wanted this, she wanted him. He listened to her, respected her, she could trust him. She almost cried in shock when he rolled, flipping them, him now lying beneath her handing her control.

She stopped kissing him, sitting back on his hips, his shaft still buried deep within her. He watched her as she nervously rose up before plunging herself down on him, teeth sinking into her lip loving the sensation. She could do this, this position was all on her terms. Gradually her confidence built up, resting her hands on his chest, riding him, there hips crashing together as he thrust up to meet her.

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His body shimmered with sweat, licking his lips as he watched her take what she wanted, finally enjoying fucking him, relaxed, passionate, free. He slipped his hand between her legs focusing on her pleasure, drawing her towards climax, sitting up to draw her breast into his mouth his thumb grinding against her clit; his lips abandoning her breast to cover her body in kisses, breathless gasps dancing over her skin.

He bucked, forcing himself deep, her wet and warm channel massaging him, pulsing against his shaft.

With a final thrust she came, bringing him with her as her body spasmed round his cock, finally letting go, relishing in her orgasm. It was the most beautiful thing he'd seen, her body glowing, feeling nothing but pleasure. He groaned, her body milking his cock dry, cumming hard at the sight of her.

She collapsed, body falling beside him, leg still resting over his. Her breathing slowed, eyes tight shut. He wrestled the covers out from beneath them, slipping his hand over her waist as they snuggled beneath them. Her breathing slowed, warm, panting against his neck.

He sighed, the pain in his leg for once not present. And with a smile of contentment, he allowed exhaustion to claim him.

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