House Rules
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She was so glad to be kissing him, finally. Two weeks without him had been insane, and she could tell he was feeling it too by the way his hands gripped her hips urgently.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Wilson leave, and heard him laughing. It reminded her that they weren't finished with their discussion. Nothing had been decided. She broke away from House to stop him.
House responded by grabbing her chin and kissing her again. He nipped at her bottom lip and she jumped and pulled back. She brought her legs up on the couch and scooted backward, until she hit the armrest on the other side of the couch.
She didn't know exactly why pulled back from him. She didn't want to be away from him, but she did want to take a few moments to think about what was happening. When he kissed her to begin with, it'd shocked her as much as it'd pleased her. She'd thought that maybe he'd be breaking up with her.
She watched him warily. He didn't look like he was going to break up with her. That gave her some comfort. His face overall was neutral, but his eyes…she couldn't stop staring….they were so dark and angry.
"Don't you try to run away from me," He said.
Yes, their discussion was finished.
He moved quickly to the other side of the couch and dragged her down to lay on it. She struggled against him in surprise, so he pinned her upper arms down with his forearms. He told her, "This is going to happen. There's nothing you can do." He started kissing her neck.
Why was he doing this? Did he need to exert some control over their predicament that they'd been tossed into? She thought on that for a moment, her upper body relaxing. It wasn't that she didn't want sex or that he was hurting her. She'd just been so used to fighting him.
He eased up, but let himself rest completely on her. It felt fantastic to bear his weight and she felt her body start responding to the fact that they were going to have sex soon. She tilted her pelvis up and moved it side to side.
"Someone's coming around," he remarked. He sat up. "We're wearing too many clothes."
She agreed. She was getting very hot. He sat up to kneel between her legs. "Take off your shirt."
It took him about a second to get his t-shirt off, and she was still working on the buttons of her shirt.
He watched her, "Say something."
She glanced up at him and sighed, and went back to work on her buttons. She didn't have anything to say. Not unless they were seriously going to talk.
"I mean it-" He started again. His forehead wrinkled in worry.
"What do you want me to say?" She cut him off, not looking up.
He laughed and ran his fingers through her hair, pulling back a few strands that had fallen in her face. "Good girl."
On instinct, she pushed his hand away. It surprised her that she could be this defiant. She wanted him, wanted to please him, but something told her that he would enjoy it if she pushed back a little.
"You hadn't said anything." He helped her up so she could remove her shirt. "I wanted to make sure you hadn't gone mute after all the jabbering you just did."
He had done all the talking with Wilson. She felt like she'd been reasonably quiet, and didn't appreciate him making fun of her. She knew the best way to get him back was to stay quiet. She leaned back to lie against the couch again, not saying a word, but smirking.
"Well," his voice shook in anger again, "if you can't say anything..." He took her hands and stretched them high over her head, "…you can't touch me." He hit her elbow lightly. "Keep 'em there."
She looked past him to the wall that his television was mounted on, refusing to meet his eyes. Any other couple would have had nice, loving sex when they'd found out that they'd had a child. Not House. He was mad, and he certainly wasn't going to fuck her nicely.
Yet he wasn't moving. Reluctantly, she looked into his eyes.
That seemed to be what he was waiting on. He placed his hands on her knees and skimmed them up her legs, taking her skirt with them. She had better range of her legs now and she spread them.
"Hold it," he said. He pulled on her panties. "Gotta take these off first." She closed her legs so he could pull them all the way down.
She didn't anticipate this to be fun. She was just annoyed with him, and she wasn't in the mood to have sex with someone who may or may not break up with her sometime soon. However, her body disagreed with her. He touched her between her legs, running his fingers up and down her opening. She was slick with wetness.
"Am I going to have to eat you out to get you to make a sound?" He smiled when he saw her eyes flicker with interest.
He started to make his way down but she moved her hands from up above her head and grabbed his shoulders.
"No?" He took her hands and laid down on her again. She could feel how he was exerting himself by the way his chest pressed against her every time he breathed. "I told you to keep these up here." He yanked her hands to just above her head so they wouldn't get so tired. "Now, what do you want?"
She didn't say anything, couldn't say anything. She thought it was the most effective way to scream at him.
"Fine. I'll make you talk." He moved back down her body, and again, she grabbed him. This time, she wrapped her hands around his armpits to pull him up.
"I told you not to touch me!" He slapped her on the side of her ass, hard. "Cuddy!"
She took a deep breath in and put her hands over her head, like he asked. She figured, if he was going to be this stubborn, they might as well just get it over with. She wasn't going to get any enjoyment out of it, and she knew that would be unsatisfying for him as well.
"You never listen to me," He said. He hovered over her, his lips on her stomach, and muttered something about trust. "You know what?" He pulled her thighs apart. "I am just going to fuck you."
She almost whimpered. It took all her strength to hold back. She wanted to want to have sex with him. She wanted to touch him.
He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zipper down. She watched him slowly, excitedly. If her mind and her body were in a war, the moment she saw his dick, she felt her body becoming victorious. She loved it. She loved the pleasure it brought her, and him. She wanted to make him come, and see his face of ecstasy.
She would just do it without talking.
He made his way back up to her, and kissed her lips. For some reason, he looked to her for permission. He'd never done that before, perhaps because she'd always given him vocal permission. She just looked away.
He pushed into her anyway. Again, she struggled not to gasp, biting on her lip.
The battle between her arousal and her anger continued. She couldn't believe that he knew something was wrong- she wasn't speaking to him, she didn't give him permission, yet he went ahead and did it. It infuriated her even more that he was just willing to ignore the problem.
He thrust into her again. She hadn't felt his cock in her for so long, and it was like being home. She missed the familiarity of it, how his skin rubbing against hers built her pleasure. She could feel the wetness leaking out and making a mess between her thighs.
But something was missing. His rhythm was off, and he wasn't holding her tightly.
And he wasn't kissing her.
In what seemed to be a renewed effort, he scooped his hips as he thrust into her. She fought hard not to moan, but she pressed her lips to his shoulder. "Ahh."
"No." He stopped moving and held her away from him. "This isn't right. You shouldn't be covering up those sexy noises. I need them to tell me what you want."
She didn't say anything. Her hands were still above her head.
"You can touch me." He brought her hands down. "Tell me what you want!" He grabbed her waist and shook her a little.
She rested her hands on his shoulders, and asked the question that was honestly driving her crazy. "Are you going to break up with me after this is over?" She said quickly and quietly. "Because if this is goodbye sex, this really sucks."
His mouth opened in shock. He looked down and stuttered. "I-" He touched her stomach. "No." He looked back up at her. "That's not what this is."
"This pregnancy sounded like a dealbreaker for you. So if you're leaving me after this, don't expect me to enjoy it."
He didn't say anything.
"Why are you having sex with me?" She asked.
"I thought it was normal for a man to have sex with the woman who's carrying his child."
It comforted her that he called it his child for once, but since when did House want to be normal? "You just wanted to get Wilson out of here before you dumped me..." It was a completely ridiculous reasoning, but she was looking for a rise out of him, since he hadn't really been responding to any of her other accusations.
"It's been two weeks! God, Cuddy!" He pulled at his own hair. "I'm sorry if I got a little fucked up because of the lack of sex, but that's not my fault."
She put her hands in his hair to find his and ease the tension.
He relaxed. "I just forgot what it was like to be with you. So, no, I'm not breaking up with you."
That was all she needed to hear. "Thank you," she whispered. She pushed on his head to kiss him. It was a sweet, comforting kiss as they cherished each other's lips.
"So, can we do this now?" He moved his hips.
"What are you doing?" She asked him, bringing her hands to her head, lifting her pelvis.
"Fucking you..." He said, confused.
It was obvious what he was doing, and she knew it. She just wanted to tease him a little. She pressed on the back of his neck until he ducked his head so she could whisper in his ear. "You're not really trying."
"I beg to differ. You weren't talking. I was doing my best." He kept moving into her in quick, shallow motions.
"You're not." She grabbed his shoulders.
"I'm sorry if I'm boring you." He pushed on the couch, as if he was going to pull out of her. He had a troubled look on his face.
"Hey." She tried to get his attention. She was just playing with him, but anything that had to do with sex, he took so seriously. "We've had sex on this couch before." She rubbed his upper back. "We've never had sex against it."
His response was quick and interested. "I'm game." His expression relaxed to neutral. He pulled out of her and stood.
She swung her legs over the couch and stood with him. She walked over to the armrest and bent over it. "Come on. Don't hold back."
He stared at her from behind. "Hi."
"Hi," she looked back at him, frustrated. She understood that it might have been an appealing visual, but he was just inside of her and she wanted her release as soon as possible. "Come. On."
"You have been very rude to me. I am not so inclined."
His grip on his dick spoke otherwise. "Yeah?" She spread her legs wider and ran a hand down her ass.
He came up behind her, and mimicked what she was doing with his own hand. She felt his cock against her. She backed up against him eagerly.
"Whoa." He put his arms around her and leaned forward, pressing his chest against her back. His hands reached around and stroked her inner thighs.
She stretched her arms out under her for his dick. She could barely grasp the tip and she fisted it lightly, trying to pull it toward her.
"Wait...you still bored?" He shoved two fingers into her.
She was wet from before, but without stimulation, she was not wet enough to be taken like that. It burned. "House!" She let go of his dick and grabbed onto the couch.
"Oh. Let's fix this." He pulled his fingers out of her and rubbed his thumb against her clit. He used his other hand to guide his dick to her pussy. He slid it along her. "Better?"
"Hmmm." She pushed on the armrest to inch her butt up a little so his dick pressed right against her. "Please. I'm ready now."
He let go of his cock but kept rubbing her. He wrapped his arm around her stomach and touched her breast. "I'll be gentle," he promised, meaning with her sore breasts. He brushed her nipple with the pads of his fingers, and continued to circle her clit.
"I'm ready!" She complained. She sunk her fingers into herself and pulled them out. "See?" She held them up to House to prove that she was wet and ready for him.
He let go of her breast and wrenched her arm back so he could suck on her fingers. She felt his tongue lick over her knuckles before he released her, saying, "Head down."
She pressed her head into the couch and stuck her ass in the air, waiting.
He stood up, not touching her. He reached down and spread her open so that he could thrust into her.
He didn't warn her at all. She felt nothing until he was filling her, completely in her. "House." It knocked the wind out of her. She reached in front of her stretching out and pushing her ass back.
Then she felt his hands on her hips and he lifted her. He pulled her off of his dick before slamming back into her.
She was on her tip toes and he was bearing most of her weight in his hands. She tried to move, but he was completely in control. She was so slick that he moved in and out of her with ease. She could feel the tip of his dick hit the spot she needed with every thrust. He hit it hard. "Ugh," she grunted. She felt his balls against the top of her thighs and his pubic hair against her ass. "You are so hot."
He laughed, panting. "You're pretty hot for a girl who got knocked up." He increased his pace so the instant he hit her, he was pulling back out.
She started clenching around him, trying to keep him in her for longer.
"Fuck me," He groaned at her.
She literally couldn't fuck him. He was doing everything. She bent her legs to twist around his, which meant he couldn't pull out as far.
He bent over again and wrapped his arm around her hips before resting them both back on the couch. She was starting to feel burned by the fabric on her body, but she didn't care. He pressed his arm into her right where his penis was digging into her from behind and it went straight to her clit. She bucked her hips off of the couch, squeezing him as tight as she could.
His forehead fell against her back and she could feel the sweat run off of him onto her. "Cuddy. Only you." He kissed her back.
His words made her shove herself back against him. He couldn't really go deeper but her ass brushed against his pelvis.
"I'm gonna come," He warned her. His arm that was around her slid so that he fingers could find her clit again. He rubbed relentlessly, but the lack of support made them fall forward on the couch. It was pretty uncomfortable and he couldn't thrust hardly at all, but it didn't matter. They were so close. He groaned loudly and came.
The feeling of his hot fluid flooding in her tipped her over the edge. Her scream mixed with his and they slumped off the couch, her on top of him.
They stayed like that for a while, catching their breath. She crawled up to him and kissed him. "Now look what you can do when you try."
"Yeah," he kept his eyes closed, "But I'm fucking beat."
She started to move off of him, thinking she was probably too heavy for him, but he locked his hands over her lower back.
"Let's get to a bed," she offered.
He let her off of him. She offered him her hand. "Let's go."
He took her hand but got up on his own. She took a minute to pull down her skirt and zip him up before leading him back into the bedroom.
Two weeks later, he came into her office with a packet of granola and yogurt.
She looked up from her paperwork, which she was gripping very tightly. "I am not eating that." She took a second to push her hair back. This pregnancy was making her absolutely miserable.
"Why not?" He placed it on her desk.
"I can't keep anything down." She knew she looked like hell. Her head hurt and she hadn't felt like doing anything for her appearance beyond the minimum. Her face was pale, she didn't cover up the circles under her eyes, and her lips were dry from all the vomiting.
"It helps the baby if you eat." He pushed it toward her.
"There's no point. You'll see it in my toilet if you come back in fifteen," She told him, and then looked at it and realized that he was actually trying so she took it and poured the granola into the yogurt.
He pulled a paper out of his pocket and made a note.
"What's that?" She asked as she dipped her spoon into the yogurt.
"You need four servings of dairy a day," He said.
She saw where this was going. "You're going to watch what I eat?"
"You don't get enough protein. You're anemic."
"That's because I'm a vegetarian. I'll take iron supplements. You don't have to count everything I eat." It was unnecessary and she wanted to eat without him scrutinizing everything.
"I don't want our baby to be born unhealthy." He tucked the paper back in his pocket. "I'll be back at lunch."
"House!"
It was too late. He was out the door.
"I hate this!" She announced to him, as he opened the door to her apartment. She was on the floor. Her head was buried in a trashcan, her face was red, and tears were streaming down her face.
"Are you ever going to stop throwing up?" He set the bag with their dinner down at the door.
"Get that out of here! I can smell it from here!" She breathed into the trash.
He placed it into the bathroom and shut the door. Then, he sat beside her.
She choked up the last of the pudding she ate earlier. "God. I don't even feel like I'm pregnant. I think I might have the flu or something. It's going to kill me."
"It's not going to kill you." He stood up and got her a wet napkin. "It'll be over soon. Once you get done throwing up, we'll have a baby's puke to clean up. I have a lot to look forward to in my life."
"I didn't ask you to come here and cheer me up," she said sarcastically. She wiped her mouth off, tied up the trash bag and tossed it outside so she wouldn't have to smell it.
"I can leave," He offered, meeting her at the door.
"No," she stopped him and pushed him back. "I didn't mean that. Just let me brush my teeth." She went into the bathroom and smelled the food. "Oh." She gagged, but then closed her mouth. She knew she didn't have anything left to throw up.
"Sorry! Forgot!" She heard from behind her.
"That's okay." She didn't want to complain again, afraid he'd leave. She held her breath, grabbed her toothbrush and toothpaste and closed the door again. She went to the kitchen sink to brush her teeth.
He looked around her apartment and she knew he pitied her. It wasn't really that bad. It suited her just fine. She didn't need a lot of space. The kitchen and living room were all one room. She also had a bedroom and a bathroom. The whole thing was about the size of the living room in his apartment.
But the hospital paid for it, in addition to her salary, so she couldn't really complain.
House didn't think so. "We gotta get you out of here," he said.
"Ith fine," she said, with the toothpaste still in her mouth. She spit. "I'll buy a bigger place before the baby is born."
"Are we going to live together?" He asked, sitting down on the couch.
She threw the toothpaste and toothbrush in the sink. "Is this you asking me to move in with you?"
"This is me asking what going to happen," he said, quickly.
"I'm not moving back into that apartment," she clarified.
"Okay." He stood up and walked the few steps to her in the kitchen. He brought his hands up to cup her waist. "I think you're too skinny."
She ignored him, "We could get a new place."
"The OB's going to tell you to eat more." He kissed her on the cheek.
"And I will tell Dr. Brown that I can't keep anything down." She stroked his soft t-shirt.
"You picked Dr. Brown? I suppose he's adequate." He wrapped his arms around her.
She kissed his chest. "He's fine. Are you coming to the appointment?"
"Thursday? I suppose." His hand came up to her belly. "I want to see what kind of mutant this thing is."
"Yeah. He's torturing me." She covered his hand with hers and all she could feel was a empty stomach, gurgling.
"He? You think it's a boy now?"
She leaned against the kitched counter. "A girl wouldn't do this to me."
He laughed. "It's a boy."
"I am going to have to start wearing sweatshirts to work." Cuddy threw her another shirt on her bed.
"Just start wearing t-shirts." House was still in bed, cuddled up to a pillow.
"This bra doesn't even fit! It hurts!" She reached behind her and undid the clasp. "They hurt!" She touched her breasts, trying to soothe herself.
"I'm awake." House looked up and squinted at her. "I never knew pregnancy did this."
"What? Big boobs?" She crawled into bed with him.
"If you're trying to get to work, this is not the way to go," he warned her. "And I meant, pregnancy makes women like a hundred times hotter."
She looked at herself in the mirror on her closet door. She didn't feel hot or sexy. She knew her boobs were gigantic, but she felt like her thighs and ass had already expanded in size. "They make me look fatter than I actually am."
He didn't say anything to refute that. "I like them." He let his fingers skim over her chest and down to her waist.
"They hurt," she whined.
House brought his fingers back up to her breasts and drew circles on them.
"That feels better. Thank you." She relaxed on the bed. She closed her eyes. 'Five minutes,' she told herself. When she opened her eyes again, she'd snuggled up against him, and he was still rubbing her. It seemed he hadn't taken his eyes off of her breasts, from the little tent his erection made in the sheet.
She panicked for a second. "Work?"
"I told them you had a dentist appointment, and I have a protologist appointment. No one's going to bother me when we get back!" He smiled.
Normally, she would have been angry about not getting on time to work, but he was hot and she was horny so she let him off the hook.
When the Dr. Brown told Cuddy that her weight was fine, she was a little surprised. She was expected to be scolded for losing weight, as House had told her. She was relieved, but also a little disappointed. She'd thought that her nausea had been excessive. Even though she knew it came with pregnancy, she'd hadn't remembered hearing that it was so bad. It gave her hope that maybe she wasn't actually pregnant. Maybe she had a digestive problem, but the doctor dismissed all her self-diagnosed diseases.
"You're pregnant," he told her. "Your hCG levels are right where they should be. Let's get an ultrasound."
She lifted her shirt so he could put on the gel. "But I feel sick all the time."
"She's too skinny," House was still stuck on her weight.
Dr. Brown stopped what he was doing. "Okay. One thing at a time. Lisa, if a woman came to you in the clinc saying the exact same thing you're telling me. Five positive pregnancy tests. Bloodwork indicative of pregnancy. Nausea. What would you tell her?"
"I would...tell her to drink some pepto." He was right. Well, Cuddy was going to be a lot more empathetic to pregnant mothers. Nausea...it seemed so mild. There should be an entirely new word for what she was going through.
"Right. Drink lots of water. Can you eat anything?" He asked.
"She can eat toast. And pineapple," House chimed in. Cuddy glared at him, feeling like he wasn't helping her case.
"Then eat all of that you can," Dr. Brown said. "And her weight is fine where it's at now," he told House.
"That is bullshit."
Cuddy couldn't help but think the same thing. This doctor was supposed to be one of the best, and she felt like they were getting second rate advice.
"Cuddy has eight months to gain thirty pounds. Right now, your baby is less than a tenth of an inch long. She's doing fine. It can't be easy with all that morning sickness," He gestured to Cuddy.
Cuddy was starting to like Dr. Brown. "That's right. Except it's not just in the morning. It's the whole day." She looked at House. "And I'm not doing it on purpose. I wouldn't try to endanger our baby."
"You are in no way endangering your baby," Dr. Brown assured.
"Tenth of an inch," House laughed and looked down at Cuddy's stomach. "I can't seriously call it a baby at that size. It's a dot."
Dr. Brown took that as his cue to spread the gel on Cuddy. She waited patiently, watching the screen.
"It's a dot. Congratulations," Dr. Brown said, mocking House. He turned the screen towards them.
"There's nothing in there. I'm not pregnant," Cuddy said, trying to convince herself.
"All right. I'm glad you weren't an OB." House pulled the screen closer and pointed. "It's that thing that's attached to the side."
"Oh." She crossed her arms.
"Magical," House said.
Dr. Brown raised his eyebrow, "You kids excited?"
They both shrugged.
A/N: Thanks so much for reading and reviewing!
Sadly, this will likely be the last chapter for a while! I'm thinking months. :(
I will miss it. This is so much fun to write! But that means it will be just as easy to pick up again. :)