Okay, so technically this is going to be an addition to chapter three, since I didn't have as much of that day left as I thought. There was a bit of a change in plans.
-3.1-
House pushed aside a large, green leaf and stopped short, shooting his cane out beside him to prevent Cuddy from falling off the large cliff that loomed before them.
"That wasn't here last time," he said, putting down his cane now that he was certain he wasn't about to be widowed.
"No, House, WE weren't here last time." Cuddy shook her head and took the map. "Are you sure this is a map of THIS island?" She looked at the child like scribblings and wondered how she'd let House talk her into this.
"Look." House pointed out a big blue splotch. "That is the lake." He slid his finger over a stretch of blue to a big green blob. "And that is the Oasis."
"And where are we?" She looked at him with annoyance.
"You're about to be at the bottom of this cliff if you don't stop giving me attitude." He wasn't in the mood. He was hot and sweaty and tired.
She sighed heavily, turned the map a few times, holding it up to the cliff face on the off chance that there was any accuracy to it whatsoever, then rolled it back up again. "We just have to follow the edge of the cliff this way." She shot out her left arm. "That should lead us to the bridge."
"You sure?" He really wanted to take a shower.
"Yes. That's the Oasis out there." She pointed to a little dot of land just around a curve in the cliff.
"Oh, so it is." He trodded off in the direction she was pointing without further comment.
Twenty long, silent minutes later they were home.
"Are you going to talk to me now?" Cuddy asked as she pulled out some bottles of water and slipped them into his backpack.
House shook his head. He should have been the one to notice that the Oasis was just around the corner and it was somehow her fault that he didn't. He didn't know how it was her fault, but he'd think of something.
"Good." Cuddy went about packing some snacks. She had a feeling this little trek was going to take longer than they planned.
House whistled annoyingly as he changed into his swim trunks. "Put this in the bag," he said, shoving his shirt at her.
"Oh, you are talking to me now," she said with amusement as she refolded his shirt neatly and found a spot for it in the bag.
"No. I'm ordering you," he snapped.
"There's a difference with you?" She went into the other room to change and came back out in her bikini. She wrapped the matching sarong around her waist and packed a light sweater. It had been cool in that cave and she imagined that it would get cooler the further in they went.
"Did you pack a flashlight?" House asked, looking in some drawers for anything they'd forgotten.
Cuddy thought about it for a moment. She could say yes, and he'd go on being pissy or…"Oh, do you think we'll need one?" It was hard for her not to smile when she said it. She'd never be a great actress.
"You could have just said yes," he sighed.
"Are you still not talking to me?" She asked, walking over to him, ready to make up.
"Nope," he said as he bent down to kiss her.
"We're not going to make it to the cave tonight if we don't start now." She did not sound the least bit disappointed.
"I know," he said, walking her backwards toward the bed.
House pulled at the knot that held her bikini top on, his long fingers fumbling clumsily with the slick fabric. He felt her hands slipping into the elastic of his board shorts. He knew they looked ridiculous on a man his age, but they were the only bath trunks he could find that covered his scars completely.
As she crouched down before him, lowering his shorts to his ankles, he took advantage of her position to finally untangle the knot. When she rose back up to her feet, she was topless and he was just plain naked.
"Not fair," he said, pulling at the string of her bikini bottoms.
"Life's not fair House, you taught me that." She turned him around and pushed him onto the bed.
He watched with wide eyes as she carefully pulled first one side of the string bikini open, then the other. His smile widened as the small triangle of material dropped to the floor exposing the last bit of flesh she had hidden.
He would never grow tired of seeing her naked. The woman had a smoking body for someone her age, which he refused to believe was hypocritical just because he was eight years older and not nearly as well kept.
House had adjusted himself so that he was lying properly on the bed. He had his hands resting under his head, propping the massive orb at an angle so he could better watch what she was doing.
What she was doing was slowly climbing up the bed. He felt a little flutter as her wrist brushed against his calf. He watched her move, like a cat, slow and methodically stalking it's prey. Her eyes were on his. She didn't need to look at his body. She'd seen it enough times to know where all the good bits were. Instead, she was staring straight into him.
"Isn't this better than tromping through some dark, dank cave?" She kissed his thigh gently and he rose a little higher to attention.
"Depends on what you've got planned." Who was he kidding? This was much better than cave tromping, though he fully planned on doing that tomorrow. She might have distracted him for the moment, but she hadn't gotten him to give up his quest forever.
"Well, first, I'm going to make sure you've got the goods," she slid one hand up between his legs, her fingers slowly playing along his flesh until she could go no further. That was when she slid one finger, touching him oh so tauntingly up along the underside of his shaft.
House shivered with pleasure. The temptation to grab her was tempered by the curiosity to see what she'd do next. "I believe you will find I am more than adequately good." He was finding it hard to be his usual snarky self as all the blood in his body made a mass exodus to his nether region.
"Just good?" She looked disappointed.
"Take it out for a spin and see for yourself," he offered.
"Perhaps," she replied coyly, continuing her cat like ascent of his prostrate body.
"Perhaps? No, not perhaps! Definitely, de…" he felt her finger press against his lips as she shushed him.
"You just lay there and relax." She was straddling him, still on all fours, but clearly in the proper location for mounting. He waited…well, he tried to. Really he did. Gave it his best effort and everything, but she was just so naked, and just so close and, well, he was only a man.
"Stop teasing me and get on with it!" He grabbed her hips and pulled her down on top of him. Their bodies met with a thud. It hurt a little, but House was too distracted to feel the pain.
"Get on with it?" She pulled herself up as much as his tight grip would allow. "That's romantic."
"We're married now. I don't have to be romantic anymore." His hands slipped down over her ass, giving each cheek an appreciative squeeze.
"Anymore?" She was shocked. "When were you ever romantic?" She was mostly teasing, but House really wasn't know for his touch of romance.
"I proposed to you didn't I?" His hands reached for his penis and prepared it for insertion.
"With stolen hospital supplies. Not exactly what I'd call romantic." She lifted enough of her weight off of him to make his task easier. She closed her eyes as she felt him slowly sink into her.
"Maybe not, but I should get points for creativity." He grinned.
"I'll give you points for creativity," she said blissfully. She felt his body shifting around beneath her. He usually just laid there and let her do all the work, so this was a nice change.
"There was that time I brought you flowers. That was romantic," he was still trying to prove his point, even as the friction from their bodies made it hard to think straight.
"That was almost twenty years ago." Her body convulsed with laughter just a little and House enjoyed the feel of it as he held her tightly against him.
"It still counts." Her head was nuzzling his neck and he was talking into her hair, but that didn't seem to bother him. He continued his slow, rhythmic hip movement. It was hardly even noticeable, but it was enough to stir her into a frenzy if he did it long enough, or so that book of hers said.
Cuddy was starting to feel the effects of his efforts. She felt warm, and happy. It wasn't their usual firey heat, but it had her heart racing faster and faster, and that light sheen was starting to set her body aglow.
"Something wrong?" House teased. "You look flushed?" He was putting out little effort, and though he was definitely feeling something, this move was meant for her. According to the book it was sure to elicit an orgasm in the female long before the male felt the need to erupt.
"I'm fine," she said, trying to stay composed as she pulled herself up a bit to look at him.
"Yes, yes you are." His hands were slowly navigating her body. It was a fine, hot, sticky, sensual body and he loved every inch of it.
"Where did you…learn to do…" she didn't bother finished. Surely he knew what she meant.
"I was born with this knowledge," he boasted.
"Uhhuh," she said breathlessly.
"The beauty is, I can take as long as I want…"
"NOW!" She demanded. He was slowly building her up into a frenzy and she needed to be released.
"Now what?" He teased, enjoying himself thoroughly.
"Orgasm…now…" she needed it.
"I'm not ready," he said casually.
She grabbed the hair at the nape of his neck. "I will make you pay," she said as she began to thrust herself on top of him.
"Oh really?" House couldn't wait, but he wasn't ready to end his fun just yet. With the grace of a gazelle he flung her onto her back and climbed aboard.
The wind was knocked out of her for a split second so she didn't have time to protest or threaten him before his mouth was securely planted on hers.
He still couldn't decide if he liked her on top of him or underneath him. Clearly years of further research were required.
"Make me cum," she demanded, feeling a deep, aching longing for him.
"I'll see what I can do," he said far more relaxed than he actually felt. He was a little nervous. What if he couldn't deliver? She'd kill him.
"Don't see…DO!" She wanted him badly. She wanted to feel him inside her, thrusting and throbbing and fighting his way deeper and deeper. She wanted to be pillaged and plundered like one of his pirates.
House slipped his finger inside of her which was clearly not enough.
"HOUSE!" She screamed in frustration.
"What?" He looked down at her with a smile.
"If you don't take me now I will kill you." She was talking through clenched teeth.
"Geez, I know I'm good and all…"
She had wrapped her legs around him tightly. She would have used her arms, but he had them pinned down over her head. She cursed his strength as she tried to break free with absolutely no success.
"Let me go!" she demanded, squirming about beneath him.
"Not a chance," he still hadn't penetrated her, instead choosing to torture her with gentle stroking.
"I'll be good, I promise," she had to change her tactics. Threats weren't working.
"You threatened to kill me," House almost let a finger slip inside her, but preferred to tease her and pulled it back.
"GRRRRRRR" she felt the throbbing ache between her legs. She was passed the point of no return.
"Well, if you insist," House couldn't resist any longer. She was just so beautiful when she was angry.
He grabbed himself sturdily and felt the hot wetness engulf him as he sunk down on into her. He made the mistake, in the heat of the moment, of letting her hands go. He felt them grab his ass with force, almost what one might call a spanking force as she pulled him deeper into her.
The explosion happened moments later, and it hadn't come from him. "YES!" He exclaimed only a split second after her. Like a woman possessed, she kept going, her hips pushing up against his harder and harder. She wanted to make him cum…or did she.
House was just about to let go of his sweet juices when Cuddy pushed him off of her. "That is for torturing me." He felt the sticky liquid drip down his thigh in bitter disappointment.
"You bitch!" He didn't really mean it. He knew he deserved it, and he knew he'd get her back for it.
She was at a disadvantage because she was too weak to get up. She knew, as soon as she looked in his eyes that he wasn't going to give up that easily. "Don't…"
"Don't what?" He said innocently, his hand sweeping along her dripping body.
"I'm tired."
"I'm horny."
"You're always horny."
"I know." He climbed back on top of her, prepared against her pushing him off again. She tried, and failed. He had grabbed hold of her before she could get any strength behind her push. "And you owe me." He leaned down and kissed her chest succulently.
"I owe you nothing." She said defiantly.
"You're my wife. It is your wifely duty to see to my needs."
"You're needs have been adequately met." He got off, what more did he want.
"It is also your wifely duty to accept my seed when I am in the mood to plant it." Even he found that a bit distasteful, but it was already out there.
"Excuse me?" Cuddy pushed him up enough to look him in the eye.
"No pushing me away when I'm about to cum." He hoped that was clear enough for her.
"No tormenting me with delayed orgasms."
"Oh, I can't promise that." He loved to torture her.
She managed to glare at him even as he was pushing his way back inside her.
The glare faded away when, two minutes later, they were laying breathlessly side by side.
"I'm impressed," she really didn't think he had the stamina to go two times back to back.
"I'm impressive," he boasted.
"You're impossible." She shoved him in the chest, but let her hand stay there as she snuggled up beside him.
"Lucky for me you love a challenge." He smiled as he stared at the ceiling. He really didn't deserve her. Lucky for him she wasn't smart enough to figure that out. He kissed her head gently then willed himself to sleep.