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Rain pattered on the glass of House's living room window. Ronald was sound asleep in his bed and he was accompanied by Cuddy on his couch.
"'Nother beer?" He asked with a slight slur to his voice. He was getting drunk. And it felt good.
"I think…I think we should slow down." She replied with a small hiccup.
"I think we should speed up." He smiled broadly and pulled out his big guns. Vodka, scotch and his personal favorite…whiskey.
"Woah. Slow down there. I think you're trying to get drunk and forget about everything." She said confusing her self a bit.
"Nope. I'm just drinking to drink and get drunk by drinking." He smirked at her bewildered face. "Cheers for my ass being on the line…" He frowned, "Only when I do something right."
She looked at him sadly then smiled. "I know! We can play a game." She said with excitement. "Get'chur mind off of the troubles."
"What game?" He asked settling back into the cushions of his leather couch.
"Strip truth or dare."
"Strip truth or dare?" he asked then considered, "Okay. Rules?"
"If you don't do the truth you have to take off one article of clothing. And if you refuse to do the dare plus the three add on dares the darer gets to tell the daree which clothes to take off for each dare he refuses of the four."
"Mk."
"Alright then. Let's get started."
Cuddy crossed her legs and turned toward him excitedly. "Okay. I go first. Truth or Dare?"
"Are you gunna be like this the whole time 'cuz I'm not sure I can take you jumping up and down like a… kangaroo."
"Truth or dare?" She asked frustrated.
"Truth."
"Do you…like me?" She slurred out slowly and with a giggle at the end.
He thought for a moment then turned his head away. "Yes." He answered quietly and simply. He turned back to her, "Truth or dare?"
"truth."
"Do you sleep in your underwear?"
"Yes."
"What colors?" He asked, eyes widening.
"Ah-ah-ah. My turn. Truth or dare?"
He decided to go for a dare this time.
"I dare you to…go without alcohol the rest of the night."
He shook his head.
"Alright. Take off something." She smiled. He reached for his socks and slid them off in mock seduction.
She shook her head with a smirk on her face.
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The game continued with mild questions and pointless dares until Cuddy was in her thong underwear and her scarlet red blouse, and House was down to his jeans, which were low on his hips.
"Truth or dare?" House asked with a deeply drunken voice, having taken a drink every time his turn ended.
"Dare." She didn't even hesitate.
"I dare you to…kiss me." He smiled. She blushed slightly, but didn't give in due to her drunken state.
She leaned over and gave him a small peck on the cheek. Just as she was falling back to the couch House followed on top of her and his face fell inches away from hers.
"That was not a kiss." He stated unsatisfied.
He leaned in and captured her lips with his. Some movement was involved and he ended up between her legs, pelvises pressed snugly to one another. Cuddy let out a short whimper as House's hips rolled into hers. The exploration of his mouth was delicious. She tasted the raw whiskey melded with mints, cherry lollipop, Vicoden and the unique flavor of just House.
The movement was heated below the belt. Thrusts were met and groins collided. Their kiss broke as House devoured her neck. He licked and bit his way up the column of her slender throat until he was behind her ear. Her sensitive skin. Her breathing became erratic and she forced out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Her hand gradually slid down his naked torso until she reached the leather of his belt and unbuckled it as quickly as she could. She shoved his pants down but was incredibly gentle with his wounded leg.
Her breath was leaking out in small moans and tiny whimpers. His gave the occasional groan as she pressed her hand somewhere sensitive. She at his waist where his boxer briefs still gripped his hips and shoved her hand inside deliberately grabbing onto his swollen member. He let out a harsh gasp and thrust involuntarily into her hand. He stopped all movement as the wave of pleasure hit him. His hands left her sides and grasped the arm of his leather couch. Cuddy cupped his straining erection with great care and was moving her hand gently from base to tip and back again.
Her thoughts consisted of Stacey's understatements on how good the sex had to be and how she could get him inside her quickly. He buried his sweat-covered forehead into her neck and continued what he had started. He bit into a particularly sweet spot of hers and her grip on him tightened. The intensity rose as he let out a ragged breath.
He pulled back and pulled her hand away from his throbbing member. She frowned with disdain until she watched him sit back on his haunches and reach for her shirt. The buttons were already loose so he simply pulled the blouse from her shoulders, with her help of course, and threw it into the growing pile beside them. His fingers grazed down her stomach and to the band of her thong where he then pulled the skimpy underwear down her unending legs. She looked up at him with a drunken smile and wriggled her hips slightly making him gulp down a breath.
She smirked and reached for his shoulders, grabbing on and pulling him down. Her lips went to his ear and she licked behind it until he shuddered in her arms. His groan rang out into the empty living room. Her hand shot up and covered his open mouth as she licked and nipped her way down his neck. He bit into her palm gently making her jerk slightly.
She pulled back slightly only to haul herself up and tried to flip them over. House lost his balanced and landed with a bone rattling collision to the hardwood. He let out a gasp and paused for a millisecond until he reached up and pulled her lips down to his.
Their bodies moved to the intensity in the air. His rough thrust upwards and her tender yet heartfelt thrust downward to meet his. She realized that his underwear was still on and decided to remedy that by abruptly sliding down his body in a catlike movement. His eyebrows rose and he looked down with his hands raised in the air. She pulled the briefs from his hips and down his legs, not noticing the scar and off his body.
She climbed back up him and her hips levitated over him teasingly until he adjusted himself and plunged into her making them both moan and clench. She gave him a look that made his blood hot and he grabbed her waist and plunged deeper this time. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she climbed higher and higher with each thrust. His breathing was harsh and short bursts of warmth were littering her face. He pushed and groped until she was seeing stars. Her moans became faster and fewer in between and his became more erratic and focused. He plunged deeper with every thrust until she practically screamed out only to bite into his shoulder instead. He held her head close to his shoulder as she repetitively bit into it. It was going to leave a mark but House was too caught up in the moment that he couldn't care less.
Cuddy's moans were getting louder and more ragged as pleasure, pure raw pleasure, took over her. She felt the adrenaline through her veins…she felt she could do anything.
He kept his thrusts fast and just hard enough to rack her body with intensity.
Their breaths mingled, mouths latched onto each other as they came hard and fast. House's head buried itself into her neck. She jumped slightly when he pulled out, placid, and rolled over against the bottom of the couch.
He gasped in his post-coital air and stared at the ceiling. He heard a few giggles from Cuddy's side of him and glanced over.
She turned her giggles into a full-blown laugh.
He rolled his eyes, "That bad?"
"Ex-extremely incredibly…perfect." She said between laughs.
"I can see that by the way you're laughing at me."
"No, not at you…I'm just…I'm thinking about how ridiculous this is…"
"Wow. And just when I thought I couldn't feel any worse."
"No! I mean…it's you and me." She smiled at him.
"Right…"
"I never thought this would happen." She smiled.
"Well, personally I'm glad it did."
"That's 'cuz your drunk." She giggled.
He smirked, "Yes, I am."
"Goodnight Greg." She smiled.
"I'm not sleeping naked on the floor." He grunted.
She pulled him by his hand and onto the couch, helped him get his underwear on as well as hers and lay on top of him snuggling against his neck.
"Like I said…goodnight Greg." She mumbled into his collarbone.
"Goodnight…Lisa." He said to the ceiling as he let sleep come over him.
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