So glad you all enjoyed that last chapter. I figured what's better then a huddy baby? TWO huddy babies of course. On to the story then… enjoy!
House had never believed himself to be the kind of man to turn to mush at the sight of his unborn child, but then again, a lot of things had surprised him in the past months. The added shock factor of it being his unborn children may indeed be contributing to the large bubble of emotion rising in his chest at the sight of them on the screen. They were so tiny, at the very start of a month's long process that would develop and shape them into the tiny human beings they would become.
The doctor in him insisted that he remain objective, for him to note their normal growth range, for him to casually observe the healthy heartbeats. That part was infinitesimal compared with the swelling of emotion that rose within him, as Greg the father to be marveled at the tiny life forms in his fiancés belly.
The lump that lodged in his throat when he heard his children's heartbeats for the first time. That part of him that found itself imagining what they would look like, if they would have his eyes or their mothers, if they would have her thick dark hair, and his large height.
Would they inherit their mother's backbone? The thought that his progeny would be handed down both of their parent's stubbornness made him smile. He should be afraid he thought, because unless fate decided to smile on him, his children would be hellions just like their dad.
Pride swelled in him that it was he who could finally give this gift to her, knowing how Lisa had yearned for motherhood. She had given him so much, his life, freedom from his pain, and something he held above all else… her love.
The rest of the day went by in a whirling mess of startlingly fast and horribly slow. House took every opportunity to see Cuddy, stopping in to her office for a quick parry of wits and a kiss. Every chance he got, he would place his hand over her belly, feeling the bulge that was proof of his children resting inside her. He was not surprised to find her hand there beneath his, knowing full well that she needed to be reassured so much more than he did.
Finally they had arrived home, and they barely took the time to make sure the door closed behind them before they were locked in an embrace. Cuddy's hands pushed Houses blazer from his shoulders as his nimble fingers started on the buttons of her blouse. His button soon went in the direction of the floor and her hands dipped beneath his t-shirt to run her palms over the hot skin of his belly.
"Why do you wear so many fucking layers?" She grumbled against his lips, catching the lower between her teeth and pulling, halting his answer. Swearing was rare from her, and a low chuckle broke from his throat, blending with a groan of pleasure at the sensation. In retaliation, he tugged her shirt swiftly and the buttons went free of their moorings with satisfying popping noises. Pulling back he murmured
"Why do you wear clothes with so many damn buttons?"
Her grumble of protest was obligatory, and almost nonexistent, as his hands made trails of fire up her ribs to cup her breasts in his hands, his thumbs rubbing her nipples through the thin lace of her bra. Backing her down the hallway to the bedroom, House abandoned his tee shirt and her bra along the way, her fingers now working the button on his jeans. He didn't stop until the backs of her knees hit the bed and she flopped back onto the mattress. He finished what she had started on his jeans, shoving them and his boxers down, kicking off his socks and sneakers as she tugged her pants down along with her panties.
House stretched his body atop hers; his lips finding the spot behind her ear that he knew made her toes curl. His hard arousal pressed firmly into her hip as his hands made patterns on her skin, wondering as always how something could be so soft. His mouth moved down the column of her throat to the valley between her breasts before taking one spiked nipple into his mouth.
She arched beneath him, unable and unwilling to hide her pleasure, knowing how much it turned him on that he could please her so. She wondered if he had noticed that his left hand was now caressing her belly, and she smiled, pulling him up to capture his lips with her own. His right hand trailed down over her hip to her inner thigh, gently teasing around her entrance before palming her heat.
His thumb found her clit as his long middle finger slid inside her, finding her wet and ready for him. She moaned as his finger curled inside her, hitting that perfect spot. Her hand fisted in his hair as he inserted another finger, his thumb keeping that pressure on her clit, driving her insane with pleasure. She felt herself hurtling toward the edge, just needing one more push to fall over into the abyss. Almost as if he knew, Houses lips moved to her earlobe, his teeth grazing her skin before he bit down, marking her skin, marking her as his.
That was all she needed to go screaming into her orgasm, his fingers still curling inside her as he kept her flying high, not finished with her yet. He positioned his hips between the cradle of her thighs, his erection prodding her entrance. Leaning back, he locked eyes with her before pushing into her in one long smooth stroke.
He moaned low in his throat at the sensation of her warm walls wrapped tight around his entire length. He started moving in a slow aching rhythm, pulling out almost all the way before pushing in deep. Lisa tilted her hips up to meet his thrusts, the change of angle allowing him to move deeper inside of her, his tip scraping that perfect spot inside her that sent jolts of pleasure up her spine.
He began to rotate his hips, moving in luxurious circles that made both of their eyes roll back in their heads. He felt that stirring and knew he was close. His pace began to increase, not quite so slow now. Their breath mingled together and he placed a sloppy uncoordinated kiss on her bottom lip. Never having fully come down from her first orgasm, she found herself on the knife edge again as he increased the pace, thrusting into her harder and faster, his breathing becoming hitched and uneven as he approached his own orgasm.
She fell over the edge into ecstasy again, this time pulling him along with her. Her name fell from his lips as he exploded deep inside her. He collapsed beside her, pulling her onto his chest as they both attempted to catch their breath. His arms looped around her waist and pulled her close, his right palm rested over her stomach, where the proof of the perfection they created together rested in her womb.
He grinned, recalling his earlier musings in his office. "How much do you wanna bet the little spawn are both boys? A double dose of House trouble to terrorize their poor parents." She snorted laughter, "No way. After the hell you put your parents through, you're gonna have two girls with pretty blue eyes and no cane to beat the boys away with."
His deep laugh joined hers, "No way, there's way too much testosterone in my swimmers to end up with girls. How about this proposition my little baby mama, winner of the bet gets to name the progeny." She lifted her head from his chest for a moment, the locking of eyes substitute for a handshake, "You got yourself a deal."
Okay folks… huddy smut was requested, and huddy smut you got. ;) hope ya'll enjoyed reading, thanks. Oh and perhaps leave a review on your way out? Thanks for reading.