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Chapter 13 - More
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Cuddy opened her eyes in the dim light of the room. He was still there. Near her. Embraced to her.
She didn't move... just enjoying the feeling of his hand on her hip.
She smiled to herself at the thought of how, when awake, he had held that hand diligently on her waist, over which was his own T-shirt. In his sleep that hand had slipped further down, finding her skin. Unconsciously. Or maybe not.
How strong could that feeling be?
Deprive him of the intimacy she wanted too had been her last thought but... she wanted their relationship to be something more than sex... for both of them...
She wrapped his arm more around her own body, feeling the warmth of his body, and let that sense of protection to take her back to sleep again.
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House opened his eyes trying to get used to the light of the room, and smiled at the view in front of his eyes.
How long didn't he sleep with a woman? Certainly ... he had never slept with a woman with whom he hadn't had sex first! Yeah, well, of course except his mother!
What the hell was she doing to him? What the hell had she done him? Whatever it was... he didn't want her to stop...
He watched her as she slept, not anymore embraced to him as when they had fallen asleep. She was facing him, without touching him, but still very close to him.
Watching her in her sleeping. Sleeping... The most natural thing in the world... Yet, he couldn't take his eyes off her.
She was beautiful. Very beautiful. Not... more beautiful. She was beautiful in her sleeping, but... he missed her eyes...
It was what he had missed more in those 12 days... the look in her eyes. Eyes that often shouted what her mouth barely whispered.
He watched as her eyelids fluttered, before she opened her eyes meeting his gaze.
She smiled as soon as the gray-blue of her eyes met the blue of his, and whispered an almost imperceptible "Hi".
"Good morning" he replied smiling back.
Her smile grew larger but she covered her face with both hands, then running a hand through her hair.
"I'm a mess..." She whispered.
The impeccable control-freak of hers was trying to get the better of her.
He moved her hands from her face, smiling.
"You're beautiful" He whispered, kissing her lightly on the lips "Don't you go running this morning?" He asked, slightly biting her lower lip.
Cuddy smiled.
"I have a better company than my iPod this morning" she said clinging a little more to him, closing for a moment her eyes to the feeling of his body against hers. Of his initial erection against her thigh.
Could she really play with fire without getting burned? And not with an ordinary man... with House!
"You're really testing my self-control, Cuddy" he said with a mischievous look, looking into her eyes and sucking her lip again.
He looked at her with a slightly amused look as she tried to move a little away from him with a guilty look in her beautiful eyes. But his arm didn't let her move an inch, wrapping her body and holding her next to him.
"So... don't you really want to have sex with me?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and gently stroking her waist looking into her eyes.
"Actually... your words, House" she replied smiling, staring back at him and not moving an inch, still keeping her arm under the pillow and savoring the feeling of his hand caressing her.
"And has you chosen just this time to agree with me?" He asked smiling, watching as she lightly bit her lip.
He moved his hand to caress her face, again freeing that lip and letting his thumb linger on it, slowly moving from right to left tracing the line of her mouth.
They kept to stare at each other.
Was that really the same man? The same asshole she had been working with for so many years? He was that one... but definitely a lot more... How could that simple touch running directly to her most intimate part?
She couldn't resist the temptation to close her lips, lightly touching his finger with her tongue, then gently sucking his fingertip.
House looked at her mouth, and then again at her eyes.
Fuck Greg! If this is enough to get you hard what can she do you with a...
He shook off that thought and swallowed...
"If it's really what you want... you're not helping me, Cuddy." He said, smiling slyly and looking at her as she smiled more, closing her eyes and instinctively biting her lip again.
"And if you continue to bite that lip of yours I swear it won't be the only thing I'll suck." He said again, accentuating the feeling in her intimate part.
Cuddy moved her arm from under her pillow on his face and stroked his stubble, whispering a guilty "sorry" and smiling as he gently kissed her on the lips.
"It's just that... I know it sounds stupid but ... I'd like our first time to be something more than sex, House" she said, feeling very stupid for that romantic-teenager sentence.
House smiled and kissed her lips again, but raised an eyebrow.
"Our first time was on the desk in your dorm room, Cuddy." He said looking at her with a mischievous look as she nodded and smiled, biting her lip "So..." he said, raising an eyebrow, looking at her lip and then at her eyes again "Would you like something more than sex for our second time?" He mischievously asked sucking on her lip again.
"Technically ..." she replied, smiling on his mouth and looking at him with the same look he had given her "... if you put it that way, House... it will be the third"
She watched him as he nodded smiling back while the same image appeared in front of the eyes of both of them.
"Yeah" he said nodding, in turn in a very mischievously way, biting her lip again.
... Yeah... on her desk it hadn't been enough...
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He had watched her as she tried to fix her dress, smoothing the fabric with both hands and then taking a pencil from the same desk, using it to fix her hair in a sort of chignon. The same pencil he had stared at for hours during that semester...well, when he was not staring at a much more interesting part of her.
"Do you really have to go?" She had asked him on her bedroom door with a more mischievous than sad look, touching his belt buckle with the tip of her fingers.
She was beautiful. Even more when alcohol made her a little uninhibited. The rumpled dress for that sexual intercourse directly on her desk, still half dressed.
"Are you insatiable, Lisa Cuddy?" He asked her with a mischievous look, taking her face with one hand and stroking her cheekbone with his thumb before moving his hand through her hair, pulling out that pencil and looking at her as she moved her head slightly, letting her curls fall on her shoulders.
She hadn't answered, just looking into his eyes as she undid his belt again, then starting to unbutton his shirt buttons. Her fingers had slowly lingered on each button, brushing the light down on his chest, once again not completely taking off his shirt.
He had continued to look at her while she unbuttoned his pants, sliding them down his legs, and looking at him as she slipped her hand into his boxers. Her pupils had dilated to that feeling and she had bitten her lip, then running her tongue on her lips.
She hadn't had time to do what she wanted to do. He had closed the door with the heel of the shoe, and his hands were sunk among her curls as his tongue voraciously found hers again. This time he had found the zipper of her dress, letting it drop to the ground and leaving her completely naked. He had put his hands on her buttocks lifting her while she wrapped her legs around his waist, then carrying her to her bed. A single bed. He had been standing, staring at her as he took off his shirt, then letting it fall on the floor. Completely naked ... curls scattered on the pillow and that damn lip between her teeth ... He had taken off his jeans with one hand, dropping them on the floor together with the shirt while his other hand snatched a condom foil using his teeth for help. She hadn't almost had time to realize that. Her eyes lost in his and his in hers. Why on earth couldn't he look away from those gray-blue eyes? He had found her mouth like a thirsty man seeks an oasis in the desert as he move on top of her entering her in one motion that completely nullified any thoughts... in both of them. Moans. And sweat. And pleasure. It was sex... it was just an ancestral instinct.
He had looked at her and she had looked at him before she closed her eyes, tilting her head back and slightly opening her mouth, moaning louder as she came. Holy Christ... he suddenly closed his eyes as the contraction of her inner muscles sent him in turn over the limit. And her pleasure amplified his... and his hers ...to the extreme... Holy shit! He had never shared that pleasure... Fuck! ... If that was an orgasm then he had never really had one.
"Fuck, Cuddy" it was the only words that his brain could put together as he came back on the Earth.
She hadn't answered. Just smiling, with closed eyes, as her chest rose and fell quickly and her breathing was still labored. Still lost in that pleasure.
Her hand had found his bottom holding him still as soon as she had felt him slightly pulling out.
God... her inner muscles continued to contract... more and more slowly, but ... what the hell had this man did to her?
Neither of them had said a word. They had stayed like that ... She had barely felt him slipping out of her body after minutes ... or hours ... now already in the numbness of sleep. She had felt his hand stroking her body, and his body close to hers as they both let themselves go to a couple of hours of sleeping, embraced in that narrow bed. He had whispered her a goodnight to which she had answered just with a hhhmmm. He had sought her lips and she had sought his in a tender kiss that again had got lost in the numbness of sleep.
The morning after, the only reminder of him was his scent on the bed sheets...
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He watched her as she looked away and then again at him with a completely different look in the eyes.
"We had sex..." she whispered looking at his lips, and then looking up to stare at his eyes, still stroking his stubble "... and you disappeared the day after..."
She swallowed, looking at the expression of surprise in his eyes.
"This time... I don't want sex, House... I want to know that you'll be there... the day after... and the one after that..."
House stared at her.
Was it this? Fuck... after almost twenty years... was it this?
"I was gonna call you..." He said as she shook her head slightly, smiling a bitter smile.
"No... don't do that. You don't have to excuse yourself. It's ok, House. It was sex. I wanted that as much as you... we were young ... It was a long time ago and ..."
"No," He said, interrupting the way of her thoughts "I was gonna come see you. Figure out where things would go from there. That was the morning I got the call from the Dean and I was expelled from my first med school, and there didn't seem any point... That call overshadowed everything else... "
He watched as she swallowed trapping now completely her lower lip while analyzing those words.
He never thought he had hurt her. It had been a night of passion... no promises... no expectations...
He caressed her cheekbone again.
"I have already been something that is overshadowed by events of life... now I want to be something more, House... more than a pleasant distraction during a vacation..."
She looked into his eyes as he held her gaze. A look she couldn't decipher. Had she scared him? Sex was one thing. Having a relationship was something else. She didn't want him running away again... but it was a risk she had to take. She knew what she wanted. And she knew what she didn't. And she didn't want to wake up again with just his scent on the bed sheets.
House looked at her, moving a lock of hair behind her ear and smiled...
"Fine," He said looking into her eyes "because that's exactly what I want..." He said, touching her lips.
A couple of knocks on the door distracted them from that moment. They stared at each other for a moment as he leaned his forehead on hers.
"I got it." Cuddy whispered, kissing him lightly on the lips and getting up quickly from the bed, taking her robe and putting it on as she went to open the door.
The room service guy greeted her and she stood on the door as he walked in and placed the breakfast tray on the table.
"Have a nice day, Mrs. House" He said, greeting her again as she walked out of the door as she greeted him in turn.
House looked at her as she closed the door, still slightly smiling, then peeking under the tray cover, taking a grape and bringing it to her mouth. He hugged her from behind and kissed her neck, then resting his head on her shoulder.
"You like it..." he said, this time kissing her shoulder.
"What?" She asked, slightly turning her head toward him and stroking his stubble with her hand, as by the tone of his voice it was clear he wasn't referring to that grapes.
House didn't answer and just looked at her running his tongue on his lips while the corners of his mouth curled into a smile.
"Um... it was weird at first..." she said again, stroking his stubble again.
"Not anymore?" He asked, raising an eyebrow as he kissed her cheek and then the corner of her mouth.
She just looked at him and smiled, then tilting her head back so he could kiss her even more. His mouth found hers and a moan escaped from the lips of both of them as soon as their tongues met. His hand stroked her neck and chin and held her head still, then stroking her cheek with his thumb. Her hand moved through the hair on his nape. They both opened their eyes as soon as their lips drew apart... just to look for each other again, as another moan escaped from her mouth...
"I can wait, Cuddy..." he said looking into her eyes and smiling, still stroking her face "Are you sure you can?" He asked with a mischievous look as she smiled, seeking his lips again.
"My willpower is really being tested" she said, smiling and gently kissing his lips again.
Another day of sun and sea. He could definitely get used to that routine. And he could definitely get used to the feeling of her fingers on his skin.
"I'm gonna get something to drink," she said, watching House as he slept motionless in the sun "I'm hot" she said, bending over to kiss him on the lips. His eyes still closed.
His arm wrapped her waist keeping her from getting up, forcing her to kiss him lightly on the lips again.
"You're smoking hot" he whispered on her lips, opening his eyes and mischievously looking into her eyes.
Cuddy smiled and ran her tongue on her lips.
"Not what I meant" she smiled, kissing him again on the lips "I better bring a drink to cool you too" she said tapping her hand on his chest.
He didn't reply and just smiled, taking the hand resting on his chest and intertwining his fingers with hers, then taking it to his lips. She stood still to that gesture, while his lips and stubble touched the palm of her hand and a shiver ran along her arm and down to her belly... Oh my God... Did he really do that? Have Gregory House just... kissed her hand? Tenderly kissed the palm of her hand?
She met his gaze, slightly biting her lip.
They had known each other for a lifetime... and this House wasn't really different from the House she knew. He had always made fun of her. And he still did. He had always teased her. And he still did. He had always made her uncomfortable with his jokes. And he still did. He didn't talk about his feelings for her. He didn't tell her how important she was for him. He didn't say 'I love you'... It was the same House... but... the way he kissed her ... the way he caressed her... just the way he looked at her... God... where that part of him was in all those years? How many women could tell of having seen that part of him? Stacy. And... maybe a few else... For sure not the casual partners he was used to after his break-up with Stacy... Occasional and fleeting relationships. Just sex. Well, or so she thought... After all House was obsessed with sex. With sex and sexual innuendos... those ones couldn't probably even be called relationships... but... God... was it the same man? They shared the same bed... caresses and kisses... nothing more. And she knew he wanted her. It would have been impossible not to feel his partial erection against her backside when they sleep embraced. Had he really agreed to wait? To wait for her? Not going beyond kisses and caresses, letting their relationship be something more...?
House stared at her, not leaving her hand and watching her as a smile appeared on her lips at the feeling of his tongue on her skin and of his mouth sucking her skin just a moment before his teeth bit her lightly. Not strong enough to hurt her, but enough to make the muscles of her most intimate part contract.
And she closed her eyes, smiling more.
He always teased her. He kept teasing her. In a way that... oh God... she practically was always turned on...
"I better go" she said, smiling, standing up and kissing his hand in turn, her fingers still intertwined with his.
She came back a few minutes later and smiled watching him. Still motionless in the sun. Still apparently asleep.
"HOUSE!" She exclaimed laughing as soon as he grabbed her arm, pulling her to him, without opening his eyes and almost making her spill the water from the glass in her hand.
He watched her as she took another sip and kissed her lips. Her lips were cold and she didn't open them when he tried to sneak his tongue in her mouth, but just laughed. She swallowed without drawing her lips apart from his and let an ice cube dropping from her mouth to his, staring at him with a half mischievous and half evil look. House couldn't help but laugh, closing his eyes and letting that piece of ice melt on his tongue. He met her gaze again when he reopened his eyes. Her lips touched his lips again, but she didn't kiss him. She looked into his eyes and let another much smaller ice cube brush his lips while a trickle of cold water ran from his lips down to his neck and chest making him shiver.
"Shit, Cuddy!" He laughed meeting the challenging look in her eyes. She was paying him back. For that Truth or Dare punishment.
"Do you want war?" He said, looking at in turn with a half challenging and half amused look at the same time, reaching for her while she stood up.
"House, no," she said, laughing, moving the glass away from him. But he didn't reach for that glass. He wrapped an arm around her legs, just below her bottom, and lifted her in a rapid gesture, settling her on his shoulder like a potatoes sack.
"House, don't" she repeated, in a mix of amusement and disapproval, while his arm held her tight.
She couldn't move. Well, she could, but she had to stay still if she wanted to avoid to fall on the ground together with him. And she knew exactly what he was going to do.
"House, please, no," she said laughing, still upside down, as she could only see his back and the sand beneath them.
Sand. And then water.
"Begging isn't going to help you," he said, laughing, dropping her in the water like a stone.
He watched as she reemerged from the water laughing and running her hands over her face, moving her wet hair away from her face.
"I hate you" she said, laughing, looking at him as he laughed too.
He reached for her, drawing her to himself and wrapping an arm around her waist.
"Really?" He asked her, looking at her lips and then at her eyes.
"No" she replied, shaking her head and putting her arms around his neck, smiling.
He stroked her wet skin and looked into her eyes. How could that feeling be almost better than sex? He just wanted to touch her. He just wanted to kiss her. And... he just wanted to make her laugh. And that was... better than sex. More than sex. It was more. She was more.
He caressed her face with his thumb and sought her lips.
He wanted to tell her that I love you. He wanted to tell her she was the only woman to make him feel what he felt at that moment. She had given him the worst moments of his life. And the best ones. How did she do that? How can she make him feel so alive? To turn ordinary things into extraordinary ones.
He found her lips letting her tongue find his in a long kiss.