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"As much as I appreciate what the couch has to offer, I don't really feel like I can do the whole 'taking our time' thing any justice out here."
"I'm listening," she murmured in response, taking her own turn to kiss down his chin and into the enticing scent of his neck since he was talking.
"Let's go," said House, cocking his head in the direction of his bedroom.
"Okay," Cuddy answered flirtatiously.
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Chapter 2- Breathing in Reality
Now wearing only her thigh-highs, thong, and the attaching garter belts, Cuddy shimmied out of her skirt upon standing and held out her hand to help House up from the couch. He was grateful for the assistance, though he didn't say so, because the current state of his arousal posed more of a predicament for that task than usual. She seemed to sense his need, but she exuded a purposeful seductiveness in the offer to shift the attention onto her own self.
As he limped after her to the bedroom, still holding her hand, he joked, "You know, if you made a habit of wearing this getup to work, you'd have the entirety of the straight male, bisexual and lesbian staff eating out of the palm of your hand and hanging on your every word."
"As intriguing as that sounds, I'm only interested in the staff of one particular male employee and his ability to eat me out."
House genuinely laughed out loud at Cuddy's unguarded quip, a rare occurrence for him, and triumphantly pulled her down on top of him when they reached the bed.
"You are… unequivocally… the coolest girlfriend on the planet," he complimented, their faces only a few centimeters apart.
She snickered, answering, "You're just saying that because you like that I'll talk dirty when we're alone."
"True… but there are lots of other reasons."
"Oh really… like what?"
"You let me touch your ass at work when we're alone in the elevator," he started, illustrating his point by sliding his hand from her hip down to her ass and giving it a cheeky squeeze. "The embargo you placed on sex at the hospital lasted exactly three days before you caved to my charms in the ICU men's room." Cuddy giggled at the erotic audacity of the memory and playfully gave him an answering slap on his chest. Suddenly, he rolled her under him, lowering his voice nearly an octave and saying close to her ear, "You blow me like your life depends on making me come."
A warm, yet mischievous smile spread across Cuddy's face, and she all but purred in appreciation. "Mmmmmm. I love undoing you like that… one of the most brilliant minds in the world, and I can reduce you to grunts and single syllables using only my mouth." She reached her hand in between them and into his pants to tactilely appreciate his manhood with strokes that were thorough, but achingly slow. Now it was House's turn to groan.
"Woman, are you trying to kill me? Because I'm pretty sure that me being dead wouldn't be much fun for either of us."
"No… all of the things I'm imagining involve you being very much alive."
"Why imagine?" he asked intensely, immediately going for her right nipple and lazily swirling his tongue around it while his hand slid down to match the rhythm against her clit. With a sharp intake of breath, Cuddy lost her own focus on his dick and melted into the sensory overload he was providing her. Her arms involuntarily slumped to either side of her on the bed in surrender, knowing on some very base level that she easily relished just as much in her own undoing as she did in precipitating her boyfriend's. Passivity in any aspect of life suited Cuddy only in the short term, though, so after only a tiny respite she resumed her participation in their lovemaking. Running her hands up the length of House's back with feather-light touches, she gleefully paid him back for such delicious torment by dragging her nails back down it again hard enough that he would still be sporting the markings of her manicure in the morning.
"Shit, Cuddy," he spat at the harsh contact, and his exclamation was answered by a throaty giggle that held the haze of an orgasm's looming precipice.
Her aggression only fueling his all-consuming desire, House paused his ministrations momentarily to haphazardly pull her thong off along with the stockings, ripping one of them in the haste of removal. Cuddy certainly didn't notice, and the tiny part of his rational brain that was still functional doubted that she would mind.
Now that his girlfriend was finally naked, House wasted no time in moving his oral attentions lower. She whined briefly in protest when his hands slid from between her legs to brace themselves on her hips, sensuously massaging the sensitive skin there with his thumbs while his lips left a trail of fire down her abdomen. Fully intending to torturously lick her to her first orgasm of the evening, House took his time nipping and sucking his way around her belly button and beyond until he was inhaling the heady scent of her heat.
All aspects of intimacy with House surpassed anything in Cuddy's fantasies, but none more so than the way he split her whole being wide open when his tongue would slip into her folds and cascade her into a symphony of the senses when his whole mouth worshipped the most private part of her body. Now she writhed under him in earnest, lovingly caressing his head while unwittingly uttering a mix of his name and a string of swear words that praised and damned him in the same breath.
During that first sex-infused day of their relationship not a week before, House had made her come not less than three times that way. And in each instance, he displayed nothing but an attitude that the act was a privilege and an indulgence on his end. She'd asked him why he enjoyed it so much in the relaxation of an afterglow a few days later. Emotional walls temporarily lowered, in a rare moment of candor he had quietly said, "Your taste is addictive. I craved it before I ever really knew what I was chasing. But the sounds of you wanting me like that… giving into this… to us… made every single goddamn horrible thing I went through to get here seem like it was worth the fight."
Ironically, that memory made her want him with her in that moment in every sense of the word, her own craving to have him buried deep inside her far surpassing the need for a more immediate release that was only growing as his tongue made ever more deep and satisfying passes through her entrance. Moving her hands from his hair, Cuddy placed them on either side of House's face in a way that she knew would get his attention.
Answering the wordless question in his puzzled and glazed expression when he raised his head just enough and their eyes met, she breathlessly said, "No. You."
"You don't want…"
"Later. Please?"
House needed no further persuasion, since he was feeling a literal physical ache to be inside her by this point after aurally enduring her enthusiastic appreciation for the talents of his mouth. When he had scooted far enough up her body, Cuddy helped him remove his pants. Both of them regained enough temporary composure to be careful while doing so, because all it would take to kill their sensual mood would be a poorly placed hand or foot near House's mangled thigh. Part of him hated that she had to be cautious with him physically in any way. At the same time though, the heart of the man that until very recently had been guarded with barbed wire swelled with unfamiliar gratitude at such a compassionate gesture.
With the barriers of clothing entirely gone, the couple was once again face to face, craving each other's lips like oxygen. He wasn't in her yet, but House teasingly ran his cock back and forth along her slit while Cuddy moaned her approval and raked her nails none too gently down his back once again until they rested on the swell of his backside.
As wet as she was, House quickly slid into her with little effort and instinctively buried his head in Cuddy's neck while he allowed her heat to swallow him. He was killing her with the buildup of long, patient strokes, determined to uphold his reputation for endurance so that he could last long enough to bring her over the edge with him. In these moments, they were simultaneously enslaved by one another and the crushing tide of their desire. Too much, but not enough. Never enough.
The amount of sex they had managed to have in the past week ensured they had quickly learned each other's bodies thoroughly inside and out, and depending on their moods the encounters varied between combinations of lust, playfulness, reassurance, kinkiness, need, and love. For all that their night had initially promised in the way of playfulness and quenching the deep lust that the two doctors held for one another, somehow the less emotionally heavy aspects of House and Cuddy's connection seemed to have disappeared with the remainder of their clothes. In that moment when they were finally joined and building a rhythm that was almost painfully languid, it was as if the 180 his life had done in the last several days finally caught up with his muddled mind.
This is my life now, he said in his own head. Being allowed into Cuddy's bed is part of my reality. When said woman starting puncturing their deepest points of contact with noises that demonstrated her degree of pleasure and approaching peak, House's musing ended abruptly. He looked down at Cuddy; her head was titled backward, her eyes barely closed and her mouth slightly open in welcome of the ecstasy they were creating.
He knew what he needed, what he wanted; but asking for it meant admitting to a degree of vulnerability that he didn't know if he was ready to own. When the longing finally overrode House's pride, however, he rubbed the end of his nose against hers with feather light contact. As he had hoped, his girlfriend opened her eyes enough to see him. House reached behind his back to take Cuddy's hands off of him, then slid their newly linked fingers to rest on the pillow near her head.
"Look at me," he requested, backing off their rhythm only slightly, his voice nearly breaking with the weight of the moment. Her eyes had been screwed shut with the intensity of their lovemaking, but she obliged and her lids fluttered open to reveal matching blue-gray storms of arousal. "I want to see you, Cuddy."
She could only nod in response as she struggled to remember to breathe. So they watched each other as best they could, interrupting their eye contact only for brief, but still passionate kisses. Cuddy had never felt so absolutely naked in every sense of the word; with their gazes engaged in both a dance and a duel, their fingers interlocked, and the increasing pace of their union, the perfect synchronization of their passion ignited a thumping in her sex that would soon spell her unravelling.
Sure enough, Cuddy's orgasm hit suddenly and loudly, her expression looking almost pained to House when she finally gave in and closed her eyes through the waves of pleasure coursing through every artery and vein in her body. House followed in his own explosion of bliss only moments later, his head falling to Cuddy's shoulder with a heavy thud as the tugging of her walls around his cock left him little choice in the matter. After a few moments of consciously remembering to inhale and exhale, House turned his resting head up toward Cuddy's. When she opened her eyes, she was greeted with a tired, but sated smile, and her own quickly mirrored her boyfriend's. He rolled to the right to rest on his own side of the bed, immediately gathering her in his arms and purposefully entangling their limbs.
"You were right," House uttered, still recovering.
"About what?" Cuddy asked incredulously, immediately suspicious since House rarely conceded the upper hand to her in any situation.
"That was way better than arguing about perfume." And she laughed, completely unguarded, lightly slapping his chest and wrapping her arms tightly around his torso to settle in for a good post-coital cuddle. Although most would not peg him for one, House could actually be quite the cuddler with proper motivation. He returned the gesture by sliding his arms around to rest upon Cuddy's. Though his mouth was silent, as always, House was running a DDX in his head that reached several steps ahead of the current scenario. The incongruity of his girlfriend's perfume strike was put aside for the moment, but House was going to do his level best to discover its origins sooner rather than later; he could tell it was more significant than Cuddy had initially led him to believe.