Since it seems like people are interested in the story, I shall continue with it!
To answer Hughlaurie4ever's question: Yes, both House and Cuddy are actively present in the room. They are connected in spirit and not imagining each other, although it took a little while for them to figure that out. I definitely did not want to create more hallucinations after the finale. :)
House released Cuddy's nipple from his mouth and grinned. She grabbed his head and shoved it towards her other breast.
"Are we doing the boss / employee role-playing now?" House asked against the soft curve of her breast before he kissed it.
"What?" Cuddy asked slightly breathless.
"I'm not complaining, but … ow!"
Cuddy had dug her nails into his neck as she tried to bring his mouth closer to her nipple. House complied with her wish and began tracing circles around it with his tongue. When he felt her grip tighten he sucked on it, causing her to gasp in pleasure. She threw her right leg around his back, tilting her pelvis up, and let her slick folds leave a trail of hot wetness as they moved slowly down his abdomen, towards his growing erection.
House's breathing became more ragged as he felt how ready she was for him. He plunged his left index and middle fingers inside of her and began making circular motions while teasing her clit with his thumb. Cuddy let out a soft moan. He then moved his mouth back up to hers, kissing her fiercely. When he finally emerged for air, he smiled when he looked at her, lips swollen and eyes wild with desire.
He withdrew his fingers and lightly caressed her folds. Accustomed to having things her way, Cuddy grabbed House's wrist and threw her weight against his other shoulder, roughly rolling them over so that she was on top. Her left hand found his cock and she began stroking it while she sucked on his neck. House's hands roamed all over her body as her mouth traveled up to his. Giving him a smoldering grin, Cuddy guided his cock inside of her before he could protest.
House exhaled with pleasure. She began to ride him hard and fast. He was speechless at the sight of her breasts bouncing and his cock disappearing into her. His hands ran up and down the sides of her thighs until Cuddy moved one of his hands to her ass and the other to her front, showing him exactly how she wanted her clit rubbed. He was completely smitten, all over again.
Wilson walked into the ICU. "How are they?"
"House underwent surgery, and Cuddy had a pericardiocentesis. Both are obviously still intubated. Now they're in sinus tachycardia: their heart rates have been running between 110 and 120 for the past half hour. They have received plenty of fluids, and blood pressure has been normal in both," Foreman replied.
"They could have an infection," Thirteen added.
"Or they threw clots to their lungs," Taub countered.
"An infection in the brain could explain House's recent hallucinations, and maybe Cuddy got infected from being in close proximity to him," Thirteen asserted quickly.
Foreman shook his head. "They don't have fevers, and their cell counts are normal. It doesn't rule it out but …"
"Whoa, guys," Taub said with his eyes wide. "House seems a little … excited."
"What do you mean?" Foreman asked. He then followed Taub's gaze and rolled his eyes. "Okay, so House has an erection."
"An erection while having a Foley catheter in? Jeez …" Wilson said shaking his head.
Taub chuckled. "You know, if Kutner were here, he would suggest that these two are having telepathic sex."
Wilson nodded in amusement. He then said with a hint of sadness in his voice, "If Kutner were here, I don't think any of this would have happened."
Thirteen looked away from Wilson. Taub and Foreman looked down at the floor.
"We need to come up with a better explanation than telepathic sex," Wilson added.
Cuddy screamed. Her thighs and abdomen tightened as she rode out her waves of pleasure. House stabilized her hips and finished off with two more upward thrusts.
Cuddy collapsed on top of him, panting and glistening with sweat. House kissed her cheek and then her neck as he pulled her into a tight embrace.
"That was incredible," he mumbled into her ear.
She laughed and nodded her head. Giving him a quick kiss on the lips, she rolled off of him and on to her back.
"Hey, where are you going?" House asked playfully.
"I need to cool off after all the work I just did," Cuddy replied teasingly. She stretched her arms over her head. House began tickling her belly, causing her to shriek and laugh. She tried to pry his hand away.
"How about I make it up to you? I'll do all the work next time." House waggled his eyebrows. Cuddy smiled.
"Oh … believe me, you will."
In a huffy voice, House responded, "There's that administrator tone again."
Cuddy smirked. "I can speak to you however I like. How many times a week do I need to remind you that I'm your boss?"
"You're not the boss in this room."
She sat up. "You wanna bet?"
"What are we betting?" House asked cheerfully.
"Your dignity."
"What's in it for me when I win?"
"You're not going to win, so it doesn't matter."
House shook his finger at Cuddy. "YOU are mistaken, my dear mistress. If I win, I'll be excused from clinic duty when we return to the real world."
"If you win, I'll excuse you from two hours."
"No, you'll excuse me from clinic duty … forever."
Cuddy tilted her head to the side and raised an eyebrow. Looking down her nose at House, she quipped, "You'll be excused from clinic duty forever if you make me angry enough to fire you again."
House winced for a brief moment when he recalled their disastrous argument in the hall outside his office earlier that day. Cuddy's face softened when she saw his reaction. She placed her hand on his chest and began rubbing it gently.
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her down to him. He then lifted his head up to hers, at first just gently kissing her top lip. They continued to play with only their lips until Cuddy began sucking on his bottom lip. Her eyes fluttered open playfully. House briefly opened his eyes and saw the mischievous fire in hers. In a flash he flipped them over so that he was on top and pinned Cuddy's arms over her head.
"Who's the boss now?" House challenged.
"Their heart rates have gone down … and so has … House," Thirteen said awkwardly.
"Why don't you all take a break?" Wilson offered. The ducklings all nodded and left the ICU. Squeezing his eyes shut, Wilson rubbed his hand against his forehead. He then sat in a chair between House and Cuddy's beds.
As he listened to the sound of their ventilators working over the hustle and bustle of the ICU nurses, he shook his head. "What am I going to do with you two?"
Turning to Cuddy, Wilson placed his hand on her shoulder. His chest tightened when he saw the red marks of the airbag marring her beautiful face, and the breathing tube emerging from her normally authoritative lips. "I never should have let you drive him," he said quietly. He paused and hung his head with regret. "I should have known, after everything that has happened recently … I should have put my foot down and driven him to the pysch hospital the other night." He shook his head again. "I'm sorry, Cuddy."
Wilson stood up and approached the other bed slowly. He looked at House's face, the deep lines of which were now accompanied by multiple scrapes and cuts from enduring the superficial wounds of shattered glass. Thinking back to House's most recent hallucination, he knew the shattering of that love story inflicted far deeper wounds within his friend. After a few moments of silence, Wilson cracked. "You idiot!" he whispered angrily at House. Tears began to form in his eyes but he fought them. "Your drug habit nearly killed you, and look at Cuddy!"
Cuddy's ventilator beeped. It then delivered another breath to her.
After a few minutes of silent thought, Wilson pressed the "page nurse" button on House's bed.
A young nurse came running in. "Yes, Dr. Wilson?"
"Go ahead and prepare a hundred milligrams of Narcan IV for rapid detox.."
"Should I page Dr. Foreman?"
"No. I'm the attending for Dr. House and Dr. Cuddy. I will oversee Dr. House's detox. Please page anesthesia. I want to make sure he's as comfortable as possible for this."
Cuddy was squirming as House began to suck hard on Cuddy's neck.
"Don't you dare," she hissed.
He smiled against her skin as he continued to suck. She tried to free her hands from his grip, but he kept them pinned over her head, not loosening his hold for one second. His smile faded when he felt her right foot against his left groin.
Cuddy began applying pressure, trying to maneuver herself so that she could rotate him over on to his side. House sucked harder on her neck, knowing that he needed to finish his task before she managed to get too much leverage on him.
She stuck her left foot against the inside of House's right knee, careful not to kick him in his scarred thigh. She applied pressure against that knee as she continued to exert an upward force on his left groin. The uncomfortable pressure was becoming too much, and House lost his leverage, rolling on to his side. Cuddy quickly scrambled to get on top of him, but House did not let go of her wrists. Now sitting up, partially on top, she tried to wring her arms free. The force of her motions caused her breasts to shake, and for a moment House was mesmerized, loosening his grip.
Sensing her opportunity, Cuddy yanked her arms away and smirked. She quickly pushed House all the way down on the bed and then sat on his face.
"To answer your previous question, I am still your boss," Cuddy said triumphantly.
House grinned and shifted her lower down on his face so that he could kiss her folds.
"Our boss / employee relationship is definitely working for me right now," House mumbled against her. Cuddy smiled at the vibrations of his voice.
"Really? Then get to work," she said, wiggling her hips.
Foreman returned to the ICU and saw the anesthesia team by House's side.
"Going back to the OR again? What happened?" he asked Wilson.
"No, he's not going to surgery. I'm going to make him undergo rapid detox since it appears that his hallucinations have been a result of his Vicodin use. We have the anesthesia team on board to monitor him. I don't want him to wake up for any of this."
Foreman nodded his head in agreement. "I think this will be good for him."
Thirteen and Taub entered. "What's going on?" Thirteen asked, mildly alarmed.
"Wilson is going to put House through rapid detox. Hopefully he'll wake up somewhat sane again," Foreman answered. Taub raised his eyebrows. "Or at least back to his baseline of insanity," Foreman added.
"We're ready when you are," the anesthesia attending said.
"Pushing one hundred milligrams of Narcan." Wilson emptied the syringe into House's IV.