Chapter 6

From the previous chapter:

Cuddy's face was red like a tomato. House turned around and headed to the terrace with the food. He left the food on the small table outside and entered the room again. Cuddy was still standing next to the door. He took her laptop.

"I'll be eating outside. I think you need a cold shower since my services are not required." He smiled and winked at her. Cuddy was sinking in humiliation, this never happened to her before, well he was keeping her very satisfied in the bed department if she had to be honest, she didn't need to do it herself.

This was going to be a long evening, she thought, took a T-shirt and shorts and headed to the bathroom.

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Cuddy was so distracted, that she completely forgot to take underwear and a bra.

House was acting as unpredictable as usual – and that was the most annoying part. Her biggest failure was her inability to control him. He was uncontrollable. Both were too proud to admit the rightness of the other. He would never surrender and agree to follow her rules – except one occasion – when she was naked. House would exchange almost any kind of service to have sex with her and she knew that.

She took a quick shower, put the sport shorts and the baggy T-shirt for less than 5 minutes, cursing herself that she forgot to take underclothes. But there was no time to waste, she was so afraid that he could do something stupid, like pop up on the door of the bathroom, she even locked it, but when this concern went away, another one came into her mind – he had her laptop, her cell phone was on the bedside table and so was the note from Jack. House himself was an equivalent of the word stress. The stress she generated around him was unbearable.

When she showed up on the terrace he was looking at pictures of her and Rachel. He was calm, smiling at portrait photos of Rachel in which she was making funny faces, he didn't notice her at first.

"This is personal House. Close the folder and give me the laptop."

House, surprised by her appearance closed fast the folder and tried to control his face expression. But when he lifted his look – his eyes stopped right on her and specifically on her T-shirt. Cuddy noticed that he was staring at her, she sat confused on the bench next to him, snatching the laptop from him.

"What House?"

"Je n'ai pas besion de toi, seulement de ce qu'il y a dans ton pantalon!"

"You speak French, care to share what do you mean?"

"Well as you know I'm a man of many talents, and other than me speaking a bit French, it's more than obvious that you don't, because otherwise you would have never bought that T-Shirt! I've always known that you're using me just to satisfy your needs, but this – he was pointing at her T-Shirt - this is a bit rude, I have feelings you know!"

Cuddy rolled her eyes.

"And it almost distracted me from noticing that you are not wearing a bra, don't get me wrong, I highly approve that. Appreciate that you are creating a pleasant environment for me to work."

Cuddy hit him lightly on the shoulder.

"What's with the attitude – I do understand your personal needs and that is very hard to find a good male like me to pair, who would satisfy you the way I did but I don't agree to be the object of your new aggressive personality. Hitting with objects and hands is no cool Dr Cuddy." He made an offended expression – "That's an insult."

"Shut up you ass!"

During her relationship with House, Cuddy got attached to some of his cotton T-shirts. She would never admit to herself, but the lack of him triggered inside of her a need to buy T-Shirts. Sometimes she would throw away her satin night - gown and just put a soft T-Shirt. This particular one she bought because the material was good and it was on sale. She never bothered to check what the text means, but now – looking at the smirk on his face, she was more than interested to find out, what it means.

"And what does it mean Mr. Smartpants?"

"The text obviously expresses your feelings about me right now, or your feelings about particular parts of my body – actually only one part - a hard one." He winked at her.

"House!" She said with threatening voice.

"It means – I don't need you, only what's in your pants.Or something like that. I'm very protective of my hard buddy but you know he loves you, I'll give you a free pass." He was now grinning from ear to ear.

"For Gawd Sake House! Grow up." Cuddy was still blushing and so pissed off about the fact that he always finds a way to undervalue the circumstances of a serious situation.

"At least for once in your life be a professional and act like an adult. Drop the teen attitude, because I already have enough reasons to kick your ass till we reach the shoreline and drown you."

"You are so boring Cuddy." He made disappointed look.

"Yes, I am, deal with it. And you are still alive because I need you to deal with the crap you've created. So what about start using your brain and do some useful things like starting to talk – fill me in and tell me what happened the previous time. "

"In which position you want me to Fill you In?"

"You are so annoying House!"

"Ok, ok, chill out, you are no fun! Give me that laptop – since I'm going to do the hard work here, I'll need it more than you." He took again the laptop and added "And for the record – the shower this time took you exactly 5 minutes, you can hardly explain your previous delay." The grin on his face was so big – Cuddy was furious, with open mouth, ready to explode. Suddenly she realized that the space between them on the bench was not enough. This time she hit him in the ribs, but so hard that he whined like a baby but still laughing hard.

"You are so sexy when you are pissed off." His laugh was so loud, he couldn't stop himself.

Cuddy was about to reply when she heard a sound – someone was knocking on the door.

"Oh, that must be the white-board." House made a proud face.

"Excuse me? A White-board? You ordered a white-board, from where exactly and how?"

"Hello, Planet Earth calls Cuddy! They organize conferences, of course they have white-boards."

House stood up and got inside to open the door.

"Come on boys, what took you so long?"

One of the waiters was fighting to push the board in the room, the other one was holding an ice bucket wine cooler with a bottle of red wine in it and two wine glasses.

"Leave the board against the bed and the wine over there" – he pointed to the night stand.

He gave them some money, one of them rummaged in his pockets and throw a black marker at him, the second when House caught it they disappeared.

The door of the room opened and closed once again., but Cuddy was too busy to unpack the food and didn't give much attention to what was going on inside.

She wasn't very fond of the fact that thanks to House they will eat with plastic forks, but she could bear with that.

Their diner included - Zucchini Ribbon Salad with Sweet Corn & Avocado and some Grilled Pesto Potatoes for Cuddy and Bacon Topped Petite Turkey Meatloaf with BBQ Sauce for House.

Cuddy was almost done unpacking and trying to bring order to the small table when House stepped on the terrace with the bottle of wine. Cuddy raised her eyebrows.

"Oh don't even think about it – the wine is for me" he smirked. He handed her a glass of Homemade Limoncello. "Here you go" – that's for you. "I don't want you to get drunk and go all naughty and jump on me, because you can't control your basic instincts."

"Cuddy shook her head, smiled and took the glass from him."

It was getting dark outside. The entire hotel complex was illuminated by lights. The sea was soon barely visible – covered in pitch black, only the sound of the waves and the smell was palpable. They have been eating in silence for a while. The bench was next to one of the walls, they both were leaning on the soft pillows, legs crossed on two chairs. House had Cuddy's laptop in his lap. Staring straight, focused and muttering something. For at least an hour House was talking loudly about the boy's condition. He was analyzing his new symptoms one by one. They were too many to be ignored but he was in fact not getting worse – at least for now. That was the most curious for House part. He was rationalizing but Cuddy was not listening. She was deep in thoughts, looking at the waves crashing down the shore. Her look was wondering. Her mind as well. Here she was sitting next to the person who destroyed her life and dreams. Making smart comments and flirting with each other. They both could feel the tension but none of them wanted to show affection. She was trying to keep her mind occupied with thoughts not related to their past, but who was she trying to mislead. His voice brought her back in the present for a while just enough to remind her that he was still there - existing, breathing, alive, right in front of her, in her hotel room, inches away from each other. The man she loved the most - the one who hurt her the most. She didn't want to look weak and to show him how much his presence was affecting her. Last game - she thought. She did remind herself that is was important to play her cards right this time - to take all the benefits and leave out without exposing herself. But she enjoyed the game and the fear was growing inside of her. Solving this case and saving her job was worthy until she started to enjoy herself. She made that mistake once, she let him in and she paid the price - she could not afford to let this happen again. "A final game".

House stopped talking and moved his look on her. He was aware that she was not listening but her silence disturbed him. He reached to touch her shoulder. Cuddy was not expecting it and when he touched her she almost jumped from her seat, as a result she pushed his glass, he didn't drink much of it so it was full with wine. House didn't have time to react and the wine spilled all over his shirt. House cursed quietly.

"I'm sorry" she said. Cuddy was nervous and obviously worried.

"I barely touched you" he said calmly looking at his ruined T-shirt.

"I know, I'm sorry."

"It's OK, I'll just take it off."

"It's not that warm anymore, it's a bit chilly."

"I'm fine."

"I guess it's better to go inside."

"Not a bad idea, my leg hurts, that bench is not big enough." He pulled off his T-shirt and throw it in her direction. "Relax Cuddy, you can always borrow me the one you're wearing."

Cuddy didn't reply. She was too busy staring at his bare chest! Suddenly her mouth was dry and her lower lip trembled a bit. She couldn't move her eyes away from his skin, swallowing hard she looked like she is fighting an internal battle with herself and the biggest decision that she was supposed to make was whether to touch him or not. This was not a rational behavior, it was a pure desire and the source that could provide her the needed pleasure was right in front of her. Right then and there she was feeling like he was the forbidden fruit that she can't afford to have but deep inside is all she need. It was an awkward situation indeed. She was missing his arms around her, missing the intimacy and the fights, and the sex after the fights, and the comfort of his hug.

Right now this powerful spell he had on her was controlling her.

House could see her unfocused eyes staring at him, even through the darkness he could see her blushed cheeks.

"Cuddy"- his eyes serious on her, questioning, but his voice was so soft "Do you have a spare T-shirt that can fit me?"

"Yeah"- came the distracted response. "I mean, No!" How many thoughts were going right now through her head, he had no idea. But even after her answer she didn't make an effort to move. She was just looking at him- too close to be safe, staring intently at his mouth.

"Can I have yours?" He was testing her. He slowly leaned towards her and now his face was dangerously close to her.

Her mouth was slightly open. His lips were so close, that she felt his breath tickling her face. It took an effort to control her breathing but it still was coming out shakily.

That was enough for him to show him that she wasn't thinking clearly or wasn't thinking at all. He stepped closer. His fingers lifted the sides of her T-shirt almost unnoticeable, touching gently the soft skin under it, he slid them over her belly, then turning around on her back with delicious of a feather. The trace was burning over her skin. That proximity was causing a powerful bloom of heat between her thighs.
House wasn't exactly unaffected too. The heat she was emanating , the intoxicating scent of her body, her hot breath over his mouth fogged his brain. House's jeans started to tighten, he was getting harder with every second.
"I think, I think we should go inside, because.. it's getting cold" Cuddy said.

"OK" He nodded and didn't say anything more. They've started to walk inside when Cuddy turned to face him.

"Let's just keep it business ok, I don't know what you are thinking but I don't want you to expect more."

"Right." He said and lifted his head to the left, to avoid her look. The bulge in his jeans would disagree.

He took a deep breath and smiled.

A knock on the door broke the silence.

"Now what House?"

"Oh that, ordered desert"

"Like when?"

House rolled his eyes. "You can order online, the kitchen is open 24/7"

Cuddy run a hand thought her hair, nodded and went to open the door. Meanwhile House tried to adjust himself, took the laptop with him, entered the room and plopped on the bed his hands behind his head, laptop covering his crotch.

Cuddy reached the bed with two Banana Coconut Cakes Layered with Whipped Chocolate Frosting. While at the same time House pressed the play button on one music video by "Hess Is More - Yes Boss"

"Hello sweetpie
I`m really glad you could make it
I think we should get straight to business
Show me what you`ve got
It`s all yours
Refren: Yes boss
I`m under mike
I`ll try to give you what you like
I can be soft
I can be hot
Let me do the B part"

"Anything in mind House?"

"Nope boss, you know from experience that I am anything but soft" He grinned. "But I'm perfectly fine if we switch roles"

"We have work to do House"

"You mean I have work to do and your work is to take advantage of me, and here I thought that slavery was forbidden" He pouted.

Cuddy sat down on the bed holding the two plates, she handed one of them to House.

"I usually don't feed my slaves, but today will be an exception. There will be no use of you if you are underfed. And since you're the crankiest person ever I'm allowing the dessert so you can keep your mouth shut."

House grinned. He put the plate down on the night stand next to his side of the bed and took the marker. He got up from the bed and moved to the white board. Cuddy was with her legs crossed, spread on the bed, eating. House wrote down a long list with symptoms and possible reasons. He bent down to write the last few because there was no blank space left on the board. Cuddy was enjoying just her dessert and her view - she was checking his ass.

"It's not that bad having a slave".

She said smiling to herself. House turned around to reply but she said quickly -

"I didn't say that you can stop, keep going".

This time he threw the marker in her lap and returned to his side of the bed.

"You will be the one to scratch off the rejected symptoms." Before she could open her mouth he added

"My leg hurts , can't get up every time - that's the small price to have a cripple as a slave".

"Fine, but that's not fair" Cuddy said.

Both eating in silence their desserts. Cuddy was staring at him, while he was staring at the board. His look was worried. He scratched his beard, turned his head in her direction

"Assist Dr. Cuddy" Cuddy made an annoyed face and stand up. She was next to the board, feeling like a schoolgirl. The moment she turned her back on him she knew that he is checking her ass. House's eyes were fixed to her gorgeous ass. Intentionally he made her scratch off the very last symptom down on the white-board. Cuddy bent a bit and House's eyed were ready to pop up.

"Oh My Gawd, you are not wearing underwear! And you can write again the fever, still haven't thought about it, just needed you to bend."

Cuddy took a deep breath, her entire face blushed. Cuddy walked to her suitcase and took a pair of red lace panties and a blue jeans.

"Nooo, Cuddy don't, what wait are those my fave red lace panties"

•"Shut up House"

"Yes they are, I'm pretty sure". Cuddy entered the bathroom and put her panties and jeans. When she entered the room House looked like a disappointed kid.

"I think we are done for today House, there's no news from the Hospital, his vitals are back to normal." She stopped and stared at the floor.

"You should go"

Her mind was no longer controlling, it wasn't even her broken heart - it was her body, her needs, her desire for him. House said nothing - and she was more than surprised but a bit relieved. He was not looking at her, he couldn't, he wanted to say so many things - but he didn't have the right - House was smart enough and knew that this dangerous game that he started will hurt them both. He had a chance to show her that he cared, but if it was not meant to be, he wasn't going to push his luck. He didn't belong here, she needed him just to solve that damn case - she wasn't giving him a second chance - nope. The anger started to build inside him, he knew that this won't bring them back together - what was he expecting - he drove his car into her home - she would never forget him. Cuddy's communicator started to blink - her team was calling. House was standing, ready to leave. This was the right thing to do - to let her go - he came here miles away from home - deluding himself that it was all about the case - but it wasn't and he knew that from the 1st moment when he saw her. Cuddy put the conversation with the team in speaker.

"Dr Cuddy, I swear we checked all the vitals and everything was fine, and we know that you said that we should check better - we thought that you are just too worried and that everything was fine but..."

"Straight to the point if you don't mind - what happened"

"The boy is in coma, I swear we checked.. but..." Cuddy was so pissed off, she was on the edge of screaming

"You obviously did nothing - you didn't run even one test from those I wrote to you. If this boy dies it's gonna be your fault you idiots." She couldn't believe herself - and the words she did use. She looked at House helpless. He smiled tiredly.

"Well you learn lesson #1, I guess you can take on from now - he took the marker, made a circle around 5 symptoms - scratched off all the rest and start walking straight to the door without turning to face her. Cuddy was standing, didn't know how to react the only thing she managed to say was "Your T-shirt."

House turned and looked at her.

"It's the end of it as well. Not worthy trying to repair something that's already ruined."

Cuddy felt a cold splash pour over her. She didn't try to stop him, the next second House was out and the door closed from outside.

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It was close to midnight when House left. There wasn't anything she could do to save that kid at this point. She felt a bit relieved that no matter what was going to happen, she did what she had to - she called the team to monitor his condition, she pointed them at the tests they should do. They didn't believe her that the boy was getting worse, just like her - when she didn't believe House. Till the call from the hospital she had her doubts - was the boy still sick or House was looking for an excuse to make a path, a bridge that would lead him back to her. Cuddy had troubles with falling asleep. She finally fell asleep after she took his pillow - the one he was laying on. Intoxicated by his smell she had buried her face in it and it was not until then that she fell asleep realizing that his smell could bring her to peace. A sudden rumbling woke her up at 4 a.m. A powerful tremor moved her bed. The shock was so strong that she didn't have time to think whether what's happening is a dream or not. Everything was moving, the empty glass of wine, that was suppose to be for her, fell on the floor and broke into pieces. A powerful earthquake. Shaking caused by seismic waves. Cuddy could hear people running and yelling. She was seized with fear, a sudden panic come over her. She wasn't thinking at all. She jumped from the bed, the building was still shaking. She managed to reach the door and opened it. People were running down the hallway, trying to reach the stairs. She was suffocating, she was standing under the door knowing that the stairs are dangerous. Who was thinking about what's dangerous and not - everyone was running to escape from the building. You can't think straight in a moment like this. Cuddy tried to keep calm and preserve self-control. It stopped. The voices were now far away. She was alone. She had no one to run with. She grabbed her phone with shaking hands and start running out of the door and down the stairs. When she finally reached the 1st floor Cuddy finally took a deep breath. She left the hotel and stayed outside. It was full with people. Seconds later the earth was moving again. Cuddy almost fell, one of the waiters grabbed her hand to support her. She could feel the earth shaking. From where she was standing she had a view down the beach. People were looking around wondering where was the sinister noise coming from. Within seconds they were witnesses how the earth under the small villas cracked. The earth structures under them collapsed. The wooden buildings were sinking down the depth. Woods were flying, people were screaming. Part of the people gathered in front of the hotel had been dialing 911. Some of the brave men rushed to the beach to see if there are people they could help. "House" she said loudly and start running in the direction of the cleft but few people stopped her. "Don't go there, it's dangerous." - A man from the police warned her. There was nothing left from the few small Villas. Cuddy was shaking, her eyes filled with tears, she put her hand on her mouth. It was foggy in front of her eyes, she couldn't stop herself from crying, she was sobbing. A few of the men were turning back, Cuddy screamed at their direction

"Is there any survivors, is there any people alive?"

"We couldn't find anyone alive ma'am, let's hope that whoever was in there left fast before secondary shock."

The first thing in her mind was House's leg. He couldn't run. Cuddy was now crying almost ready to collapse on the ground when someone held her from above. He pressed himself and hold her tightly from behind. Cuddy hung her head backward, closed her eyes, she was not able to see him but she knew from the 1st second that it was him. Her hands still shaking, she put her free hand on top of his grip. He whispered quietly in her ear

"Cuddy are you ok? It's going to be ok, are you hurt"

She realized that he was concerned about her!

"If I'm ok?" She said now facing him, she rolled in his hands, Houde still holding her tight. He pressed his lips on her forehead until she can calm down. They stayed like that for a few minutes. It was the middle if the night but the lights were everywhere, from each building. The sea was raving. They parted and had a chance to look at each other. Cuddy was dressed with the same shirt she was before but with a long pajama bottom. She was barefoot. He was fully dressed, he was even wearing a shirt - a blue one, her favorite.
"I guess we are spending the rest of the night outside" He said and brushed a tear from her cheek. They parted and the awkwardness of the situation made them look at different directions – both pretending to examine the damages.

"Where were you, you obviously did reach the villa?" Cuddy said.

"Yeah I changed my clothes and was in the bar next to your hotel. I didn't feel an urge to sleep."

"Right."

"Let's find a place to sit. I hope that there's still a few bottles left unbroken in the bar. Looks like the tremors ended. Do you know that the largest earthquakes in historic times have been of magnitude slightly over 9, although there is no limit to the possible magnitude and …" House was talking about earthquake clusters, aftershocks, prediction and data about major earthquakes.

They were walking slowly to the bar, where House was previously drinking. The bottles on the shelves were all broken, the bartender was cursing and gathering the glasses – he was obviously unaffected by the panic around him and didn't care about the possible victims – all he cared was to count how big was the damage and how much money he just lost .

Most of the wooden chairs were scattered on the ground, but the bar had few vintage sofas – half of them were outside. House entered while Cuddy was waiting outside – he grabbed one bottle of wine from the floor that was surprisingly not broken. The bartender looked at him strange – House gave him 20 bucks without saying a word and got outside. Cuddy sat on one of the sofas.

"I made a reservation for the other one – but I think I can make a deal so we can stay on this one" He tried to make a joke, even thought he knew that it was not exactly appropriate right now. "The sun will be up soon"

He sat next to her and leaned back on the sofa. Cuddy didn't respond to his attempts for a joke. She wasn't even looking at him, after a few minutes she spread herself on the sofa and laid her head on his shoulder, her back pressed to his chest.

"You should call your mother, it's going to be all over the news"

"It's still early, she is not a fan of the early emissions."

Without saying another word – she turned around, face to face with him and pressed her lips on his strongly. She pressed her breasts against him harder as she rose to meet his mouth. They kissed hungrily. She felt his muscles clench and his breath stopped as she wrapped her fingers around his erection through his jeans. House groaned into her mouth.

"Let's go back to the hotel" She said with lust in her eyes.

"Are you sure, maybe it's not safe enough…."

"Now House" She said while biting his lower lip.

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Their tongues tangled, wet and hot. His hands yanked at her t-shirt as her fingers tugged at his shirt. She fumbled with the fly of his jeans, becoming impatient when she couldn't get it unbuttoned. Unable to resist, she reached out and touched his erection. He licked and nibbled at one nipple and then turned his attention to the other.

A feeling of absolute freedom she felt with him. That was what she loved the most while being with him. With him she could lie down and be completely selfish and forget about everything else and just enjoy the sheer pleasure he was making her experience. She moaned loudly, freely. God, he was good. She could forget about how she had to act and move and look and sound, and just concentrate on herself. And the burst of sparks bellow her stomach. His hand slid along herchilled thigh, caressed her belly and moved down, the tip of his thumb finding her slit. House was caressing her wet pussy, sliding his hand up and down. He moved down between her legs so he could lick her already swollen clit.

He was moving fantastically with his mouth, breathing and tasting, as if he experienced the first taste of an exotic meal. His tongue doing fluid motions, pressing and licking her slit, with brief pauses to suck. And she was wriggling like crazy, fists grabbing the sheets , twisting them , lifting, trying to control herself then relaxing for a moment , just to gasp and stop breathing for seconds until the motion repeat.
Damn him! Damn how good he was, damn how much she wanted him, how wet he was making her with a mere look. Only he could suggest so dirty and amazing things with a look. The moment he laid eyes on her and her brain was starting to go into overdrive, wanting him, almost feeling him inside her… It was somewhat disturbing. But she knew exactly how well he was able to fulfill the promises his look was giving her…
And now he was doing it just now. Not that she was complaining.
Her body was getting impatient. She could feel the heat starting to burn low in her belly. Her hips moved up and down but strong hands were holding them in place gently. She could feel the tip of his fingers sliding over the outside of her thighs, soothing her, adoring her. His hand went up, falling flat over her stomach slowly getting to her chest. He raised his head for a second, to see her face, to look at her. He secretly loved her expression when she was like this, moaning and moving below him. Mouth open ,lips swelled ,skin glistening and flushed. True goddess of sex . Not only it excited him, but also making him oddly proud. If this uptight strong woman could get so free and careless in his arms, then he must have done something right in his fucked up life.

For a moment Cuddy had relaxed from the tension, able to breathe again. But she wasn't exactly happy about this. She wondered what the hell he was doing till the moment she opened her eyes and saw him looking at her. Her heart suddenly melted. Without even wanting it.

She was well aware why she loved that man so much despite every idiotic thing he was doing to her. And now in the middle of their lovemaking she remembered that with all its power.

He got back to his task with even more vigor. Determined to make her scream with pleasure, he lowered his mouth, tasting her wetness.

And the moment he started kissing her again she cried loudly.
A breathless whisper came from her mouth, calling his name desperatelly. His presence and body was enough aphrodisiac as it was, but doing that to her now was making her crazy.

They say the sence of smell is the fastest way for a human to get to a certain memory. House suddenly was hit by an overoload of images, sounds and situations conected to her. Her scent sent firebolts to his brain, and from there to various parts of his body.

He was determined . Happy that she allowed him to be close, to make her feel pleasure at least for a short period of time. Maybe next thing he will see was the door closing in front of his face with her leaving on the other side. But now he was just where he wanted to be. With the most gorgeous woman ever. He had missed that. There she was all responsive like no other woman he had ever been with, a combination of the perfect qualities creating an amazingly delicious sexual meal. And he was eager to devour her.
His hot mouth around her most sensitive area created miracles. She was starting to tremble. It was getting too much. His tongue massaging, lapping her, the beard rasping her skin was more than enough. The stars started to form behind closed lids, and her brows were furrowed intently. Her skin was shinning now from the sweat. It was getting too warm, and the air didn't seem to really reach her lungs the way it should be. Another flicker of his tongue around her flesh , and her hips lifted , muscles hardening of tension, lifting up closer to his mouth, begging for more pressure. All too familiar tickling sensation appeared deep within her.

"No, no, no… Oh, God, House!"
She trembled, long, loud moan burst from her throat.
Her body jumped slightly and the last thing she remembered doing, was pushing his head away from her with her hands.

God, this was good! All the energy and tension drained, now she was lying gloriously naked, eyes closed and a small smile on her lips.

And he was watching her, sitting next to her, caressing gently her leg, smiling proudly. Knowing all too well that she hated to be touched after orgasm, he kept his touch almost unnoticeable. Just so much that she would know he was there. And he waited.
She looked happy. A look on her face he hadn't imagined seeing again, let alone being the reason for it. If he could only keep her that way, keep her safe, satisfied and within a room full of bliss, without the need to face the world outside.

To be continued…

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