WARNING: This chapter is rated M for mature content.
A/N I wish ya'll could see how I'm blushing as I post this. This is my first foray into detailed smut and I'm a little terrified about how it will be received. Please be gentle with me in your reviews. Also, I couldn't find any information about House's birthday, so for this story, he's sharing one with Hugh Laurie. This chapter picks up directly after the end of Chapter 17. I hope this helps what promises to be a painful season finale' more bearable.
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House limped off the elevator and stopped at the door to Rachel's room. He opened the door a crack and took a quick peek. His little girl was already fast asleep with Mr. Rabbit cuddled to her chest. She was still snuggled under her covers and for once, House had no intentions of waking her. He closed the door and tried to quietly ease his way down the hall. A cane on hardwood didn't exactly make stealth easy.
When he opened the door to the master bedroom, House could hear Cuddy in the bathroom. He closed the door and then made sure he twisted the lock on the knob. He didn't want any tiny, unannounced visitors for a while. He deposited his wallet and his watch on top of the chest. He hooked the cane over the footboard of the bed and quickly stripped off his button down shirt. He flung it over the back of the love seat.
Cuddy was cleaning her face when two strong arms wrapped around her waist. She smiled as she used a tissue to wipe off the makeup remover. She giggled when he kissed the side of her neck. She had to stifle a groan when he nibbled on her earlobe.
"I was thinking we could try out that tub," House whispered into her ear before he began to kiss his way back down her neck and across her left shoulder.
Cuddy shivered at the sensation of his warm lips moving along her skin. She nestled back against him. "I was thinking we need to try out the bed…make sure it didn't get damaged in the move."
House snaked a hand under her purple tank top and splayed his long fingers across her ribcage. "I was thinking we could do both."
Cuddy dropped the tissues in the sink and turned to wrap her arms around his neck. "I think I like the way you think."
Their first kiss was slow and achingly sweet. Tender quickly gave way to needy and demanding. As their tongues dueled, Cuddy stood on tip-toe to get closer. House rested most of his weight on his left leg and tried to pull her even closer. He had her shirt bunched up to her ribs. When they finally broke apart for air, Cuddy raised her arms and House pulled the offending garment over her head.
When he dropped the tank top and looked down, House felt all rational thoughts leave his mind. Every ounce of blood in his body seemed to rush to just below his belt buckle. Save for a scrap of red satin that served as underwear, his wife was standing in front of him already gloriously naked. Cuddy squealed when he wrapped his hands around her tiny waist and lifted her off of her feet. She couldn't suppress a shiver when he sat her on the cold tile of the vanity.
Cuddy shivered again when she looked up and saw the almost feral gleam in her husband's neon blue eyes. This was the side of him she had missed most since her illness. Since her surgery, their love making had been passionate but gentle. Apparently tonight, he didn't intend to hold back and Lisa Cuddy couldn't have been more aroused.
House stepped forward to stand between her legs. Cuddy wiggled to the edge of the vanity and wrapped those long legs around his waist. She leaned back on her palms in blatant invitation and gave him a sultry smile.
House leaned forward to kiss her and then growled, "Woman, do you have any idea what you do to me?"
Cuddy nibbled on that spot just below his ear that she knew drove him wild. "I imagine it's the same thing you do to me."
Dual moans filled the air when his talented hands found their way to her ample breasts. House leaned back far enough to watch his long fingers play over her soft skin. House leaned forward and gave her chest a predatory grin.
"Hi, girls," he whispered just before he capture one rosy peak between his lips. Cuddy melted from the sensation of his warm mouth on her sensitive flesh. She was bombarded by the sight and sound and feel of him feasting on her. She moaned and pressed herself against the hard, denim covered length of his erection. When she felt his mouth leave her, Cuddy gave a protesting whimper and tightened her legs around his waist.
House's grin was sinful as he whispered, "I wouldn't want Selma to feel neglected."
When his mouth descended on the other painfully hard tip, Cuddy arched her back and pressed into him again. Once, twice, three times and then a cascade of stars erupted behind her closed eyes lids as she was overwhelmed by wave after wave of release.
When she would have collapsed in a boneless puddle of contentment, House gathered her up and held her against his chest. Her breathing was erratic and House could feel her heart beating wildly against his. He ran his fingers through those dark chocolate curls he loved so much. His other hand was splayed across the satin skin of her back.
When Cuddy was able to gather a few of her wits about her, she mumbled, "Don't gloat."
House snorted and she leaned back and looked up at him. She wasn't surprised by the smug grin she saw. Feeling positively wanton, Cuddy pulled his t-shirt from his jeans. House released her just long enough for his shirt to come off.
Cuddy tossed the shirt to the side and gave him a sultry smile. "You know what they say about paybacks?"
House looked down and watched her dainty hands unfasten his belt and then the buttons on his jeans. "Give it your best shot," he challenged with lecherous grin.
"Oh, I expect you'll be the one doing the shooting, House," she purred in his ear and then giggled when she felt him shudder.
Cuddy pushed his jeans and his boxers down far enough to free him from the confining material. When she wrapped her hand around him, House drew in a breath in a long hiss. As she stroked the velvety length, his head dropped to rest on her shoulder.
"Bed! Now!" House commanded with a growl.
"Nope." Cuddy shook her head and then watched as her dainty hands stroked his painfully hard erection.
House couldn't stop the involuntary thrust of his hips. He leaned forward and braced his hands on the counter top. His breathing was shallow and raspy and Cuddy could feel the tremors that shook his lanky frame. When he stiffened and then groaned, Cuddy smiled in triumph. House collapsed against her and Cuddy surreptitiously wiped her hands on his jeans as she wrapped her arms around him. This time it was Cuddy who held him as his breathing was labored and his heart beat wildly.
She ran her hands up and down his back and whispered, "I think we should try out that tub now."
House shook his head. "I don't think I can move."
Cuddy snickered and patted his well-formed butt. "Come on. Let me get down. I'll start the tub."
House awkwardly took a step back and let Cuddy shinny down from the counter. She gave him a quick hug and a kiss before she ducked under his left arm. House used the vanity top for support as he managed to turn and lean against the counter. Jeans bunched around his hips and a gimpy leg made the maneuver less than graceful. He was just thankful he managed it without doing a face plant on the tile floor.
Cuddy had the water running when she turned to look at House. She couldn't suppress a giggle at his current state of partial undress. She closed the distance between them with a seductive sway of her hips.
"Need some help?" she questioned as she ran her hands up his chest.
"Smart ass," House pretended to frown. The expression turned to wonder as Cuddy dropped to a crouch in front of him. After she dropped a kiss on the tip of his still semi-erect penis, she tugged his jeans down his long legs. House managed to step out of the worn denim. She was pleasantly surprised by how comfortable he now was with her seeing the mangled remains of his thigh. Cuddy stripped off his socks and tossed them to the side. He reached down and helped her stand. He hooked his thumbs in the waist band of her bikini panties and pushed them down. Cuddy took over and in seconds the whisp of satin joined their other clothing on the floor.
With his right arm across her shoulders and her left arm around his waist, they crossed back to the tub. Cuddy poured in a liberal amount of lavender bath salts as House carefully lowered himself into the spacious garden tub. Cuddy turned off the water and flipped on the jets before she joined him. She sat between his legs with her back resting against his muscular chest.
"This is wonderful," Cuddy murmured as she rested her arms on his long legs.
House wrapped his arms around her waist and reclined back against the sloped wall of the tub. "I think I may just sleep here tonight," he whispered in her ear.
Cuddy giggled and patted his clasped hands. "I don't think so, House. I have plans for that big, comfortable bed."
House closed his eyes and soaked up the heat from the swirling water and the comfort of the woman in his arms. She was firmly running her hand up and down the length of his right thigh. The combination of the water and her touch eased the tension in the cramped muscles. House groaned in relief and stretched his leg. The tub was long enough for even his lanky frame.
"I love our house," she told him as she continued the massage.
"I love this tub," he replied as he rested his head on the edge of the tub.
"It was sweet of Wilson and the Ducklings to come help us," Cuddy said with a smile.
House allowed his thoughts to drift for a few seconds before he asserted, "They were all acting weird."
"Weird how?" Cuddy asked as she switched her attention to his other leg. She knew the unnatural way he was forced to walk caused pain in his left leg as well.
House sighed at the feeling of her dainty hand digging into stiff muscle. "They were all looking at me like they knew something I didn't. And, Wilson kept giving them looks that said they should keep their mouths shut."
"Hmmmm…" Cuddy wiggled into a more comfortable position and closed her eyes. She knew she couldn't outright lie and her perceptive genius would see through a half truth. "While you were up here helping Rachel, we sat around the living room and talked."
House opened his eyes and looked down at the top of her head. "About what?"
"You…and Rachel." Cuddy felt him stiffen and hoped he wouldn't be too pissed. "They all admitted that they're jealous that Rachel has such a wonderful father. None of them have had good relationships with their own fathers. The four of them care a great deal about you, House. You've had more of an impact on their lives than you imagine. You aren't just their boss. They look up to you."
House dropped his head against the back of the tub and groaned. "Wonderful," he complained sarcastically. He warned her, "Don't expect me to suddenly be all warm and fuzzy with them."
"They would probably die of shock," Cuddy said with a giggle. She grabbed a bar of lavender soap from the holder and turned to face him. She rolled the soap between her palms and gave him a wicked grin. Cuddy sat about carefully washing every square inch of his delectable body that was available to her eager hands. She paid particular attention to that broad, muscled chest she loved so much. House soon took the soap from her and returned the favor. Of course, he paid an inordinate amount of time on her chest, as well.
Finally, Cuddy patted his leg. "Are you about ready to get out of here? I'm getting all pruney."
House didn't take his hands from her breasts. "I think I could be persuaded to join you in bed."
"We've had a long day," Cuddy pretended to hesitate. "Are you sure you're up for that?"
House took one of her small hands in his and lowered it beneath the water. "Oh, I'm definitely up for it," he growled in her ear.
Cuddy shivered at the husky sound. She stood and then offered House a hand. When he had hauled himself upright, Cuddy hopped out of the tub and retrieved two towels from the linen cabinet. When she turned around, Cuddy took a good look at House. Something seemed different. When he reached out for one of the towels, she suddenly realized what had been nagging at her for several days. The muscles in his chest and arms were more defined and his waist seemed smaller.
"House, you look like you've been working out," she told him as she towel dried her hair. House wouldn't meet her gaze and Cuddy was shocked to see the flush that suddenly stained his cheeks. She realized her usually self confident husband was actually blushing.
"Oh, my God!" Cuddy shrieked and then laughed. "You have been working out, haven't you?"
When House ducked his head and mumbled something, Cuddy stroked his arm and asked, "House?"
"Yeah," House repeated himself. He finally looked at her. "I've been sneaking down to the gym in Physical Therapy. Holcomb set me up with a strength training routine."
"I think that's wonderful," Cuddy told him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and looked up at him. "And, you look sexy as Hell."
House pulled her closer and smirked. "So I don't look bad for fifty-two?"
"Not at all. You…fifty-two?" Cuddy looked puzzled. "You're only fifty."
"Oops!" House smiled and those wicked blue eyes sparkled. "Looks like you're not the only one who lies about their age."
"Wow, you really are old," Cuddy teased with a saucy grin. She shrieked when House suddenly bent and scooped her up in his arms.
"I'll show you old," he growled before he kissed her.
"House, put me down," she protested. "You'll hurt your leg."
"My leg's fine," House told her as he limped from the bathroom. "That's not the body part that needs attention right now."
House lowered her to the edge of the bed. When Cuddy scooted over, he followed her with a predatory sound that was almost a growl. She stroked her hands up his arms and across his shoulders. House spared a few seconds to kiss his way up her flat stomach on his journey to her breasts. Cuddy ran her fingers through his graying hair and then held him close as he used his tongue and then his teeth to tease first one puckered tip and then the other.
"House…" she whispered on a shaky exhale. The things he could do with that talented mouth left her weak and breathless.
House propped himself on his elbows and rose up to look at her. His wife was already flushed and panting. His own arousal was not yet critical and House intended to make this delicious anticipation last. He stretched out on his side next to her and then leaned over to kiss his way across one breast and then the other. Cuddy whimpered and then ran her fingers through his hair. When he teased one stiff peak with his tongue, she released a shaky sob and held him closer. When he began to suckle deeply, the insistent pressure nearly sent her over the edge.
House ran his right hand down over the satin skin of her stomach. When those long, talented fingers reached the nest of chocolate curls, her legs fell open in silent invitation. House moved his attention to the other rosy peak and then ran his fingers through the soft curls. Cuddy's breath was reduced to soft pants and when a finger found her swollen nub, she jerked from the shock of the sensations that shot through her.
"House," she managed to sob. "Please, House. I need you now."
House ignored her plea and continued to suckle greedily. His finger circled the tight bundle of nerves and then slid inside. Cuddy's thighs tightened around his wrist. She clutched, almost painfully, at his hair.
"House, not without you," Cuddy whimpered.
House pulled Cuddy with him as he rolled onto his back. He couldn't stop a chuckle when she eagerly straddled him. He groaned when she lowered her moist heat against him. Cuddy leaned forward and kissed him as she slid against him. The warm friction caused both of them to shiver in delight.
Cuddy braced one hand against his shoulder and used the other to guide his erection to her. Twin groans broke the silence as he filled her inch by slow, delicious inch. When they were joined completely, Cuddy laid forward and pressed herself against his chest. House caressed the satin skin of her back and then softly squeezed the tight globes of that butt he loved so much.
Cuddy couldn't remain still for long. House gave a brief thought of thanks for Yoga as she began a seductive rhythm against him. Without leaving her place on his chest, she used her thighs to slide up until only the tip of his erection was still inside of her. Then, with a twist of her hips, she began a slow glide back down. The nibbling and sucking on his ear lobe finally broke through his restraint.
Cuddy shrieked as the world spun. House had rolled them so that he was on top and in control. She wrapped her legs around his waist and hung on for the ride. When he felt her nails digging into his back, House began to fill her over and over. Slow and careful quickly gave way to fast and deep. He hadn't allowed his desire this freedom in weeks. Her gasps and moans and the stinging on his back told him Cuddy needed this as much as he did.
Cuddy released her hold on his waist and planted her feet on the bed. House shuddered as her thrusts rose to meet his own. He was lost in the sound and feel of this almost feral mating. When she bit down on his shoulder, House knew he wouldn't last much longer. Even in his wildest dreams, he had never imagined that this passionate woman would belong to him.
Cuddy was gasping for breath as she tried to prolong her own release. Her efforts were futile. As House continued to drive into her, she felt the tension building. Once final twist of her hips and she felt herself splinter into a million pieces. She ground her hips against his as tightly as she could as wave after wave of passion washed over her. The contractions of her inner muscles dragged House over the edge. He was shocked by the intensity of the orgasm that drew his muscles tight as he filled her.
Just before his right leg gave out, House rolled them over again. Cuddy sprawled, spent on top of him. House's arms fell to the side as he tried to drag air into his starving lungs. She was panting and quivering against his chest as aftershocks racked her slight frame. He knew he should attempt to move but his muscles wouldn't cooperate. His brain seemed to have disconnected from his body.
"What was that?" Cuddy managed to mumble.
House kept his eyes closed and groaned. "I think that was what happens when we take it slow and easy for too long."
Cuddy rubbed her cheek against his chest. "There's no way you're fifty-two."
"I'm like a fine wine. I just get better with age," House replied and then smiled when she giggled.
Cuddy raised her head and smiled up at him. She placed a soft kiss on his mouth before she whispered. "I love you, House."
She was surprised by the intensity in his electric blue eyes as he whispered hoarsely, "I love you, Cuddy, more than I thought possible. You and Rachel…I never thought I would have this."
Cuddy lightly stroked his cheekbones with her thumbs. "You deserve to be happy and loved. I plan to spend the rest of my life showing you just how much I love you."
"A lifetime won't be long enough to prove to you how much you mean to me." House whispered before he kissed her tenderly.
Cuddy snuggled against him and reluctantly admitted, "I suppose we should put on some clothes. I'm surprised we weren't interrupted."
"Give me a little credit." House chuckled. "It doesn't take a genius to lock a door."
"You're learning." Cuddy patted his shoulder. "I don't want to move."
House lightly smacked her on the butt. "Come on, woman. Get up. I need sleep."
Cuddy kissed him again before she untangled their limbs. They both groaned when House slid from her. He put his hands under his head and watched as she shimmed off the bed and crossed to the closets. She returned dressed in a silk night gown. She tossed him a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt. She waited until he was dressed before she unlocked the door and turned out the lights. House was already under the covers when Cuddy slid in next to him. House wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close. As she snuggled her back against his chest, House dropped a light kiss on top of her head.
In moments, Cuddy's breath evened out and deepened as sleep overtook her. House listened to her breath before he closed his eyes and sighed in contentment. Just as he had never imagined he would someday have this wonderful life, he couldn't envision anything that would make it any more perfect.