Love's Madness and Blindness

Cuddy felt a bit guilty as she walked into her house to find Lucas feeding Rachel. She sighed as she dropped her purse onto the counter, not meeting his eyes yet, not wanting to let him know that she had been in the wrong just yet. She hoped that the smell of alcohol and sex had been washed off with her shower, though she really couldn't tell as her senses were dulled by the hangover she was experiencing. When she finally raised her eyes, Lucas's piercing gaze was staring through her.

"Are you going to tell me what happened?" he asked none too gently. The pitch of his voice shook her senses and had her clutching her head in pain. "Sorry," he continued in a softer tone, looking a bit concerned.

Cuddy sighed. "No, I'm sorry. I drank myself silly and checked into a hotel for the night. I really should have taken the bus home, but I…well I don't know what came over me…"

Lucas waved her apology off, however and gave her a smile she didn't feel like she deserved. "It's ok. We all need to cut loose every once in a while. I just wish I'd been there too. It must have been a bit lonely to drink by yourself…and I know you get horny when you're drunk." She searched his face for a clue that said he knew what she had done, but when she couldn't find one she just nodded.

"I wasn't all that horny last night," she lied. "I just passed out and probably lost all the appetite I'll have for the next two days."

Her boyfriend gave her a small smile and wiped the oatmeal off of Rachel's face. "Why don't you go lie down, I'll finish up with the oatmeal monster and settle her into the play pen," he offered.

Feeling more than a little guilty that she had left her child to fate the previous night she placed a soft kiss into her hair and made her way toward the bedroom. She kicked off her shoes and was in the process of undressing when Lucas entered the room. She gave him a small smile as she tossed her jacket over the back of a chair and started unbuttoning her shirt. Lucas watched as she removed the thin material of her blouse and unhooked her bra. The lacy bra joined her shirt on the floor and she slid the zipper of her skirt down, before pushing it over her hips. He was a bit surprised to find her completely nude after the skirt fell away.

"You didn't wear underwear yesterday?" he asked, eyebrows almost lost in his hair.

She blushed furiously, realizing she must have left them at the hotel. "Of course I did. I had a shower at the hotel and I must have left them somewhere," she replied.

"Ah…"

"Are you going to join me for a nap?" she asked desperately, hoping to distract him from the fact that if one is alone in a hotel room, it's hard to lose their underwear. He nodded and moved toward her to caress her curvy body. She met his kiss fiercely and the fell upon the bed shortly thereafter. He entered her slowly, taking his time to thoroughly tease both of her breasts. She gasped as he filled her with his flesh, not feeling nearly as good as House had, she remembered vaguely. She shook memories of House out of her mind and focused instead on the sensations Lucas was creating as he licked her pulse point.

As her boyfriend picked up his pace, flashes of the previous evening filled her senses, causing her to gasp as she recalled all the feelings that accompanied her tryst with House. As Lucas moaned her name she heard House's voice urging her to come for him. Every thrust of his manhood brought back sensations of House's larger form covering her and filling her completely. His hands became House's hands exploring her breasts and stomach, lifting up her legs and hooking them over his shoulders as he pounded relentlessly into her quivering core. His lips were House's lips drinking in the cries of ecstasy as she clenched around him. And they changed positions with Lucas behind her, spreading her legs farther, but it was House she felt assaulting her dripping pussy, House's hands gripping her hips as he pistoned in and out of her, House's mouth on her shoulder. As she came again, she remembered House biting her shoulder and wondered if Lucas could see a bruise because she certainly felt it.

Lucas finally came into the condom on his member and pulled out of her and she turned over onto her back, hoping to hide any marks that House could have given her. She was asleep before her boyfriend even wrapped his arms around her curvy form again, dreaming of the man that would not let her have any peace.

"Are you sure you slept with her this time?" Wilson asked his friend. House was making eggs and sent a scathing look in his direction.

"Of course I'm sure. I wasn't nearly as plastered as you seem to think I was. She was the one that couldn't keep her hands to herself…I just didn't complain.

Wilson snorted and raised one eyebrow. "I'm sure leering at her cleavage isn't anything at all in the way of a sexual advance," he said sarcastically.

"Fine, whatever. The point is we did have sex…a few times. And she doesn't want me. I don't think I'll be able to get her away from that idiot very well if she wasn't wooed by my superior sexual prowess."

"You said that she didn't think you were reliable. Again, I think that's what you should work on."

"Yes, and we all know how that turned out last time I tried to act responsibly. I offered to babysit her kid and discovered that she was sleeping with that bastard!" House pointed out.

"She's dating him as well as sleeping with him," Wilson said. "But that shouldn't really stop you if you're really interested in her. It's been a game of cat and mouse for years now…you're not seriously going to give up when it's getting good, are you?"

"You mean now that I've gotten to the cream, I'll make like a kitty cat and haul ass back home? In this sense I mean home as in a hooker's breasts."

"No. I just want both of you to be happy, and I've got a feeling she wants you as much as you want her, so it's best if you just get it on and start dating. When Lucas is out of the picture maybe I can have a semblance of a normal life. It's odd to think I'm over forty and counseling my best friend about how best to get back into the pants of his crush."

"That says something about you," House informed him. "I'm trying to figure out a way to date Cuddy and here you are all focused on the sex!"

Wilson rolled his eyes. "Yes and I'm sure you're only interested in her mind."

"It's a very sexy mind," House assured him. "Now all I have to do is find a way to break them up without it looking like I've broken them up. If she thinks I'm scheming she'll never fall into my arms professing her love to me in front of the entire hospital."

"Have you got any plans yet?" Wilson asked.

"Nope…"