She lay on his bed, her head rested against his chest, legs entwined with his, and one strong and possessive arm was wrapped around her small waist. She observed his face, even asleep he frowned... and snored, a small smile curled on her lips. Only to be swept away by the thought of what had just happened, what would happen.

She began pondering on how he would act when he woke up, how it would be at work. Work. Oh god, what had she done? All this had been so unprofessional. Sleeping with an employee, giving oral sex to another, letting another give her oral sex. If the board ever found out about this she would be screwed.

Her head shot up, her heart began pounding in her chest as fear crawled up her body, remembering one tiny little detail that held one huge problem. The security camera. It must have recorded everything, every hospital elevator had one. She turned to catch the time on House's digital clock, twelve twenty one PM. The security guard must have already seen it if he was curious as to know what they did. And as every human in this world he must have, curiosity always gets the best people.

She pried his arm from her waist and untwisted her legs from his, trying not to wake him, knowing he wouldn't let her go or perhaps he would. Perhaps he would avoid her from now on, having forgotten what had happened. She sat at the edge of his bed, pulling the sheet, holding it with one hand as it covered her bare chest. Only to be yanked from her grip, "House!".

"Hah! Now you are suddenly shy? We both know you aren't shy, not after those performances."

Cuddy glared at him over her shoulder. His had now snaked around her waist, pulling her to him.

"I need to get to the hospital," she grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand from her abdomen. But felt it push back against her skin harder, causing her back to flop on the bed. House set himself between her legs, hovering over her body.

"What for? It's the middle of the day. Our free day. Also known as the day you don't set foot at work," he observed her, their faces only inches apart, he then trailed his eyes up her head, where he had her wrists kept captive with his hands. He liked the sight, her under him, vulnerable, wriggling in attempt to leave his grip. House splayed a wolfish grin as he stumbled upon the reason as to why she wanted to leave for work, "could it be because of a certain security tape there might be there? A certain security that might get you fired?"

"It will also get 'you' fired so let me go!"

How he loved it when she was angry, her chest rose, eyes formed into a sexy glare, her cheeks flushed, and in occasions, her lips ended up in a pout whenever she finished a sentence.

"Don't worry, I have it."

He saw her body relax under him and frowned, he wanted her angry again, his brows changed from frowned to arched, and a smug smile plastered on his face as he spoke, "it's all over RedTube now, must have more than a hundred thousand views by now."

"Hou-" her shout was replaced by a sharp gasp when she felt him press himself between her legs. A very soft moan escaped her lips as she felt him rub himself once against her clitoris. She could feel her body react instantly, her body heated up, warm liquid began rushing down her core, and blood swelled her over sensitive nub.

He let out a pleased breath, he liked her better this way, though. House felt her fidget between his hands, "let me go, House."

He hummed as if he were thinking it over, "you don't want to go. You have no reason anyway."

"Yes, yes I do."

"Really? Do tell," he knew she was lying but he wanted to hear what she came up with.

"We... We shan't be together."

"Your body tells otherwise," he pushed himself up against her once more, her wetness coating his growing length.

She chewed on her lower lip, how she wanted him again, "N-n-no," she cleared her throat and tried once more, firmer now, she managed to say 'no'.

House scoffed and grinned, he was obviously getting highly entertained by this, "Come on Cuddy, I can feel your wanton. Truth be told it's all over my cock now."

She tried once more to set her wrists free but it was to no avail. Cuddy thought of another tactic, pushing her body higher up the mattress as to not have him be rubbing himself against her. She bit harder on her own lip, that move only gained her a shiver. It would be wiser to stay still.

"I don't want you, House," it was only but a small whisper.

"Is rape a fantasy of yours?" she glared at him, "no? Okay. I mean, since you have been 'rejecting' me so much... I figured it was."

He heard, saw, and felt her let out a small breath. "What are you so afraid of, Cuddy? You are obviously abstaining for a reason. I am letting know I want you and yet you are pushing me away."

"You want my body, House. Not me. Now, let me go. I have paper work."

House looked at her and waited for her dilated ice blue eyes to meet his. She looked frightened, disappointed, confused, and his personal favourite, aroused.

"Yes," he pecked her lips with his, "I want your body," peck, "I do want you," peck, "You don't want me to let you leave," peck, "aaaand it's most likely that you do have paper work," peck, peck, peck.

If he was going to change her mind he might as well do something romantic. Though he only wanted to see it as effort to get laid. Knowing that if he put too much emotion into this situation he might just chicken out and end it harshly.

He stopped nipping her lips once he felt her chuckle against them and nip back. House parted his lips and let his warm and wet tongue taste her lower lip. She responded by parting her own and letting his wondering tongue slip in. They kissed feverishly as if it were their last and as much as House wanted to slam his throbbing cock into her and make both of them come, he wanted to have her in bed with him longer.

Leaving her warm mouth he placed wet hot kisses on her neck. Kissing, licking, and sucking his way down. He let go of her wrists and gave her a leave – them – there – or – else – I – will – not – pleasure – you look.

His stubble scratched her chest, between her breasts as he kissed his way to her core. Hand now on her hips, tickled their way up her small waist and cupped both her breasts, making her moan slightly. He gave her navel one long wet kiss as both his thumbs circled her spiked nipples.

Panting, Cuddy disobeyed and lowered her arms, now helding herself up with her elbows, watching as House kissed her right hip and then dragged his lips once more with light feather touches along her bikini line. Teasing her ever more by sneaking his left hand from the back of her calf, up the outer side of her thigh, and then snaking it up around, pushing on her inner thigh. Spreading her leg further apart.

Cuddy waited but one woman could have such patience and she had few. She moved his head with one shaky hand and pressed him against her sex. She moaned loudly as she felt House's nose hit her clitoris. With much effort Cuddy glared at him, "Stop. Teasing. Me."

House thought about making a joke or giving her an anal line but prompted on putting his mouth to better use. He plunged his tongue in her opening. Cuddy gasped between almost clenched teeth once she felt the warm and wet muscle separate her her tight walls and tickled her labia. She arched her knees up and pushed him harder against her as she felt his lips suck her clitoris.

Her left foot smoothed up his upper back as she felt herself getting closer to the edge. House locked his teeth softly between her swollen nub, pulling, and repeating, once, twice, thrice. He saw her arch and grinned, blowing cold air on her most sensitive and pleasuring area.

Without any warning he slipped one finger inside her burning core, feeling as her walls 'sucked' on it slowly and softly. He heard her moan as he now slipped in a second one, positioning them as to point towards her navel, wanting to find that exact spot that would make her tremble, gasp, cry out in pleasure, arch further more, and pulse all at the same given time.

House heard every inhale and exhale she made. Cuddy bit her lower lip as she felt his stubble tickle her inner thigh, his lips nipping and his tongue occasionally lapping along her crotch.

Her jaw dropped, inhaling a sharp long breath once she felt the tip of his finger press and rub against the patch of tissue in the front wall of her sex. She tried resisting and holding back her orgasm, wanting this to never end but he made it difficult, pressing even harder against that exact spot. Her inner walls clenched and just as he predicted, she panted faster and moan loudly in delight. Cuddy's legs began to shake as she experienced more frantic spasms traveling to every nerve breaking spot in her body.

Still pressing and circling his fingers against that spot, House moved up and kissed her feverishly. He felt her begin to relax and retreaded his fingers but pressed his thumb against her clitoris as he did, a harsh groan entered his mouth in return.

Cuddy let her elbow slide down and allowed her body to rest against the mattress.

House looked up at her and grinned, "was that a mind blowing orgasm or what?"

She let out a single breathed laugh, "yes."

"Well, you're in for another one," and with that he rammed himself inside her. Her nails dug into his shoulders, legs automatically wrapped themselves around him, her breast slammed itself against his chest, her jaw caused her mouth to open and her brows frowned.

She felt herself wrapped tightly around his thickness, felt it pull half back slowly, and then penetrate her deeper. She buried her face in the curve of his neck and shoulders, biting it as he repeated the same motion quicker and then slower.

He circled his hips faster and harder as she devoured his neck with wet, sloppy kisses. Mumbling orders for him to do exactly as he was doing. Her nails scratch down his toned back and he felt himself explode inside her. Filling her with his seed, his cock twitching.

"Don't, don't stop, House. I'm so close," Cuddy said hoarsely.

"I will if you don't say my name."

"Don't stop fucking me, Greg!" she exclaimed with a bit of a playful glare.

He grinned at that and began to fill her neck with the same received kisses, only to suck on it, wanting to leave his mark.

She wanted to protest but felt herself tighten once more and let the scolding slip her mind. He stopped and glanced at his masterpiece, then at the heaving chest below. He moved to suck at her hardened nipple, her body shivering under his as she rode out her orgasm.

He pulled himself from her and collapsed on her side. Cuddy dragged one tired leg up and lay it on top of him, his fingers played circles on her back as she rested her head on his arm, and her hand played the same motion his did on his chest.

With a slight chuckle he broke the comforting silence, "boy you are easy, all I had to do was say I wanted you and then you were like putty in my hand."

Cuddy tilted her head to look meet his gaze, "i can have you begging for it, House."

"I do not beg."

"Want to bet?" She now used his chest for support as to get up and began moving south, her hair tickling his chest and abdomen as she pecked him.

"Good god, how much energy do you have? … How can you even have energy after all that?"

She stopped right at his hip and glared at him, "Do you want me to suck you or not?"

House looked up at the ceiling, set his hands behind his head, and circled his hips, "by all means continue... I'll shut up."

He now looked down at her and added, "but I will not beg."