Title: A Possible Conclusion
Pairing: House/Cuddy in college, again
Rating: R
Synopsis: A sort of sequel to Such Was This (As It Should Be) (but this can be a standalone, really), House and Cuddy spend a night together post coitus.
Author's Note: I really like College!House/Cuddy because it is more open to interpretation. I hope this does not suck as I thought this would be.

She was lovely in her afterglow.

In her afterglow, she was lovely.

She was gorgeous after they both…The moon sheds light on her feminine form as she…She was quite lovely after some fucking.

Gregory House didn't quite know how to phrase it correctly; how to make an apt observation more poetic or something like that. All that he was concerned about was the fact that in his room, post-coitus, Lisa Cuddy was beautiful and that there was no question about it. She was all pretty eyes and raven hair, naked skin and sweat-a woman satiated. And it was all because of him. He smiled wryly at the thought.

"My big, throbbing cock wants to be in your sweet, wet, hot pussy again." He pleaded, cajoled, begged to sleep with her again. He didn't know if she was that good or if he was simply insatiable, or if he knew that this Would Not End Well.

"Your big, throbbing ego thinks that I want your decently-sized prick inside me again," she mused.

"My decently-sized prick made you tell me to slow it down when I first—"

"That was because I was not happy with your technique," she told him flatly.

Greg House was infuriated and shocked, to say the least. Tell him he had a small cock, and he was fine with that. He could prove his masculinity in bed. But never, ever, ever tell him that he sucked at it, no pun intended. He sat up on his bed and huffed. She was being difficult. Again. Or as he would think, as she would always be.

"Never. Ever. Ever. Say that I am horrible in bed. You cheeky liar." She jumped slightly as he slapped her exposed derriere for emphasis.

"I was kidding," she tried to assure him. He was pouting quite sexily and she refused to be turned on. Even for quite a bit. She was afraid that it was all about sex to him. Just sex. And she couldn't. She couldn't handle the probable truth.

She pulled at his sheets and wrapped herself with them. It was getting cold and it was getting late. She still wanted to talk and pretend that this would go on forever.

"I just said that because I hate those types of descriptions. Where'd you get them, anyway? A romance novel? From your friend at the Laundromat?" She really was annoyed with the words big, throbbing, sweet, wet, hot, and well, cock and pussy strung together like that.

"I just talked dirty to you and you didn't appreciate any of it? You surprise me, Lisa Cuddy."

"You shouldn't be. I think you should've expected me to want to talk after we, you know…"

"After we what?" he pressed. Was she uncomfortable? With sex? Of all people in the goddamn fucking world. He didn't know what was with him but he found it cute. So he smirked at her.

And she couldn't look at him. Not like this.

"After we had sex!" she told him testily. Fine. She was embarrassed about sex. He shouldn't just point it out. It made her squirm uncomfortably at the end of House's bed. "After we slept together. After we fucked. Happy?"

He didn't expect such an extreme reaction from her. At once, he was paralyzed with how helpless he was. After that, he was paralyzed with how helpless he thought she could be. He decided to rub circles on her bare back instead. He tried to soothe her, to calm her, to do whatever. At this point, he was close to doing almost anything just to make Lisa Cuddy happy. If he wasn't already whipped, he didn't know what he was.

And that was Part I.