Thanks everyone for the reviews! We are officially heading to the M rated section, because as promised, here's the next chapter with the SMUT and it's also a very long chapter at that as an added bonus!
Enjoy :)
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"You call this a cave?" Cuddy asked, voice easily echoing against the rocks inside the small hole.
It was a mock cave that was formed by erosion and didn't look at all like someone's dwelling. The ground, however, was smooth, just in case they did need to sleep in there. It was no more than fifteen feet in length and Cuddy could barely stand up in it. She had to angle her head in a weird position and House had to hunch his upper back over completely. With his leg, it wasn't easy. It was also a good thing neither of them were claustrophobic.
House begun to question the worthiness of the cave when he actually got the chance to look around. He turned his nose up at it. "Okay, so maybe it's not a bear cave or anything huge like that, but at least it'll shelter us from the rain that will be happening in about five seconds."
A sudden clap of thunder was heard in the distance.
Cuddy's eyes went wide. "How did you know that?"
House shrugged. "Saw the clouds before I found the cave?" he offered.
Cuddy didn't care how he knew. She was just glad it finally started raining. She immediately stuck her head out just as it started to pour. Instead of ducking back in, she left the cave completely. The cool rain felt amazing against her dried up body and felt exceptionally amazing as she caught some in her mouth.
House limped out of the cave and joined her. Luckily, the entrance to the cave in the rocks was on the beach, so it would be easy to get in and out.
Cuddy was drenched in a matter of seconds. However, that didn't stop her from looking up at the sky and watching the rain fall on her. She missed the smell of rain. It was a great switch from the shoddy smell of the saltwater.
"At least now we know the streambed will be full when we go get water." House had to talk a little louder for his voice to carry over the sound of the huge raindrops falling on the things around them. The trees with the bigger leaves made the most noise when the rain fell on them, creating almost a clapping sort of sound.
The waves on the beach crashed harder than normal. The seas were rougher than usual also. It could almost be beautiful if it weren't for their situation.
"You okay?" House asked Cuddy when the smile disappeared from her face and her shoulders slouched. He gently placed his hand to her lower back.
She nodded, water dripping from every facial feature as she looked up at him, blue eyes colder than normal.
"Good," he said simply and limped away from her.
"Where are you going?" she asked, following him.
House pointed to the sky. "Judging by the slowness of the clouds, we're in for one hell of a storm, so I think we should start breaking open coconuts and using the inside shells as cups for our water."
The sand while it was wet made it easier for House to walk across with his mock cane.
"That sounds like a great idea, House, but how do we get them open? And it's raining too crazy right now to find something to open them with! Even my underwear is soaked."
"Too much information," House said.
"Sorry," Cuddy apologized.
"I like it!" he added flippantly, winking his eyebrows at her. "Because that means you'll have to take them off to dry them."
He eyed her hungrily.
"I don't think so. They will stay on me while they dry, pervert."
He looked almost disappointed. "Okay, fine, but when you come down with a severe case of hypothermia, don't blame me because I was the one who told you to strip."
Cuddy laughed as they walked on.
"Where's Harry?" he suddenly asked aloud, looking around while on the beach, shielding his eyes from the rain.
Cuddy frowned immediately. "Who's Harry?"
"My coconut. Keep up, will you?"
"You named a coconut Harry?" Cuddy questioned, frown remaining. Can he get any weirder right now?
House leaned over and picked up the coconut that fell on his head the night before. "Not just any coconut, Cuddy, thee coconut," he said, exposing just another ordinary coconut to Cuddy as if he were a three year old that just got the present he's always wanted for his birthday.
Cuddy didn't get it. "So when it fell on your head, you got a revelation of some kind?" she questioned, not quite sure why he was so attached to the coconut.
"Maybe. And besides, the guy from Cast Away named his volleyball, so why can't I name a coconut?"
"As I so pleasantly reminded you before, House, Cast Away is a movie. It wasn't real."
"But the events are real to us now, so how about you shut up and learn a thing or two from that MOVIE." He set 'Harry' underneath a tree when they stepped off the beach. "By the way, I know what coconut Harry is, so if he's moved, I'm blaming you," he accused.
"I'm not going to touch your coconut, House. How do you plan to get the other ones that aren't called Harry open?" Cuddy asked when they found shelter from the rain underneath a tropical tree with huge wax-type leaves. Since lightning didn't come with the thunder, it was safe enough to stand under it.
"Slam them up against a tree, how else?" he said, picking up a coconut to try to do it.
"That won't work," Cuddy said, bunching up the end of her shirt and squeezing the excess water out of it. "The shell is too hard."
"Well…I could step on it if the tree idea doesn't suit you."
Cuddy laughed quietly. That would be amusing. "You can try, but I wouldn't recommend it if you plan on walking on it again. Get a rock with a sharp edge and start there."
House shrugged. "Whatever. Know where I can find one of those?"
Cuddy thumbed to the path that they take when they want to go to the streambed. "That way."
If only they knew how impossible it was to climb up to the streambed, they would never have attempted it, just to find a rock with a sharp enough edge to dig through coconuts.
The path to the streambed was much more unbearable now that the rain turned the dirt into mud. Cuddy gritted her teeth every time she had to subject her shoes to the torture of being emerged into a foot full of mud. There better be some sharp rocks in here, otherwise she planned to be extremely mad.
House was having twice as much trouble. The roots from the trees were hidden now, so they couldn't be easily seen. If it weren't for Cuddy's arms around his waist, he probably would've fallen. Not to mention the mud was even slipperier than the sand when it was dry and the occasional hidden roots to get a foot tangled up in. If Cuddy knew the path up to the streambed was this unbearable, she wouldn't have suggested it in the first place.
"House, forget it," Cuddy said, holding him back after his good leg almost gave out, leaving him to support his weight painfully on his bad leg. The groan he let out told her that it didn't feel too good. "It's not worth it."
House took in a breath. Cuddy could tell he was tired. "This is the way to the streambed and if we can't get there now, what makes you think we can get there in storms twice as bad as this one when the mud is impossible to travel on? This storm could go on for days!"
"Then we go stick our mouths out and get water that way. House, I'm not going to have you break your back just to get a rock to open coconuts! We can use one of those huge wax leaves if we're that desperate. Or seashells."
House appeared to agree with her. Drenched mud was clinging to Cuddy's feet in the time it took him to decide what he wanted to do. She even lost her footing for a moment, seconds before he agreed to turn back around.
The rain never showed them any mercy. Cuddy had to relocate her hands. She took his free hand with one hand and wrapped her arm around his lower back with the other.
"Stop trying to help me!" House snapped, pushing her away so hard that she nearly fell into the nearby tree. "I can do it myself!"
Cuddy wasn't surprised. He was so full of pride, even now as a drenched rat, traipsing through mud and tripping on roots that stuck up from the ground. They weren't on level ground either, making it harder for him to maintain proper balance.
Watching him struggle just so he could keep his precious pride hurt Cuddy.
"Stop being so stubborn," Cuddy said, making a reach for him again. "You aren't impressing anyone by refusing help."
House was way past frustrated and reached angry. He was angry for many reasons. His main reason was that because of his stupid leg, he couldn't walk up to the streambed and find the rock he needed to open the coconuts. When he does try to walk, he almost falls, angering himself further. He figures that any normal guy would've been able to get up there and be back down by now, preparing to open the coconuts. Not House. He felt incredibly useless to himself and to Cuddy. He felt so hopeless that he repelled her when she tried to help him. He didn't want to be some charity case. He wanted to be normal, if only to protect Cuddy. It was the man's duty to protect the woman and he failed. It was Cuddy who ended up helping him and he hated that. He put up with it halfway up here, but now he couldn't stand it. He resented her instead of wanting to protect her. When Cuddy reached out to help him again, he shoved her back so hard that she lost her footing and fell backwards. Her bruised left side from jumping out of the plane, which was still very tender, hit the nearest tree. She cried out painfully on contact. House merely watched her through the rain and narrowed eyes as she fell to the sides of her legs and onto her side after the collision with the tree. She slid a few centimeters, thanks to the slick ground, before coming to a stop.
House didn't care. He watched her with an ironclad heart, suddenly wishing she would vanish from his sight.
Their eyes met. Hers were pained ten times over as a feeling of betrayal struck her hard.
House said nothing to her and walked on, forgetting about her completely.
It wasn't just the events of right now. Cuddy was always trying to help him and it caused him to snap at this particular moment, adding on all the other stressors this stupid accident brought on, as well as any other time she had to help him because of his leg, or went out of her way to do something for him. It caused him to inadvertently hurt the only person who would love him unconditionally, no matter what. Even as she struggled to come close to somewhat to a sitting position, thanks to her throbbing side, she would continue to love him. The rain poured down on her, her pants were saturated in mud, and her shirt was now ripped down the side, thanks to the sharp bark of the tree. When her shirt was ripped, a gash the length of the rip had formed and was bleeding badly. Since it was where her bruise was, it was twice as painful as it would be on ordinary flesh.
Cuddy couldn't help but cry. It wasn't because of the pain that pulsed through her veins, reaching every spot in her body; it was because of how angry House was. The pain she could push out of her mind, but the pain House felt couldn't be. He had never laid a hand on her before and she knew she was partly to blame for it. She would never regret trying to help him and promised to continue to do so.
Once Cuddy was able to get all the parts of her body to work together as one, she stepped back onto the path, but did so still in pain. She whimpered, trying to stand sturdily in the mud with heels. Once this was over, she promised herself she would never wear heels again for as long as she lived.
Carefully, she walked down the path the rest of the way. She took her shoes off once she reached the base of the path and back under the tree with the wax-like leaves. House was nowhere to be seen. She figured he went back over to the cave to get out of the rain. Cuddy figured he wanted to be alone, so she didn't go after him. Instead, she walked out to the beach once her shoes were off and searched the sand for shells to put the water in. The rain continued to pour with just as much intensity as it did before trying to get up to the streambed. It was enough to rinse her completely free of any mud buildup that gathered on her clothes during her search for seashells.
She still didn't see House anywhere. Since she was practically in the surf, waves crashing up onto her feet, she was able to see most of the island. If she couldn't see House, chances are he was in the cave. That was a relief to Cuddy. At least he was safe in there.
In about fifteen minutes or so, Cuddy collected enough shells that were wide and deep enough to store a mouthful of water. Since then, the rain let up a little. She was completely soaked to the bone. What she could use right now was a nice fire to lay beside. She missed warmth.
She debated whether or not she wanted to go to the cave and see House. She did want to give him some seashells so he could have water to drink.
Making up her mind quickly, she walked towards the cave. The closer she got, the smell of a fire filled her nostrils. The first thing she thought was lightning had struck one of the trees on the island, but in turning the corner of rocks, she saw that House had started a small fire at the front entrance of the cave.
Cuddy's eyes widened. How did he do that?!
The fire lit up the entire cave. Cuddy could see House sitting by the fire, stretching his leg out. It couldn't be too comfortable for him to sit on such a hard ground.
He saw her coming towards the cave and immediately dropped his eyes to the fire.
"I got us some seashells for the water. How did you start the fire?" she asked, speaking as if the incident between them never took place.
"There were rocks, twigs, and grass in here already that weren't wet." He cautiously glanced up at her, but lowered his eyes immediately to the seashells. "How did you find those?"
"Most of them were along the shoreline," she said in a small voice, planting them outside before entering tentatively entering the cave, easily walking past the fire. The cave was very wide, it just lacked in length and height. Starting the fire deeper inside the cave would be foolish. They would choke to death from the smoke. Luckily, House was thinking of that when he started the fire.
"Was starting the fire as hard as everyone makes it seem?" she asked, sitting a few feet away from him with a small chuckle.
House still didn't look at her. He stared into the fire, as if it would give him the answer to something he sought so desperately while tossing Harry back and forth between each hand. He shook his head. "No."
The tension between them was thick. In fact, it filled up the entire cave. Cuddy felt uncomfortable. A part of her wanted to go back out to the beach and seek shelter underneath the trees until it stopped raining. But she didn't. Instead, she brushed the area in front of her with her hand to see if there was any sand in her path before laying down. She wanted to get closer to the fire. The warmth that came from it felt amazing and brought her at ease, despite the anxiety between her and House. She stretched out, but accidentally hit her left side wrong and winced involuntarily. She hated showing her vulnerability in front of House and immediately kicked herself mentally for that wince. At least the bleeding from the gash had stopped.
House glanced over at her just as she was switching sides.
"You okay?" he asked quietly.
Cuddy nodded, resting her head on her arm while the rest of her body stretched out. "Yeah."
Nothing was said for the longest time. Cuddy had just about fallen asleep when House spoke again.
"Are you hungry?" he asked. "I brought some bananas in here."
Cuddy shook her head. "No, thanks." She was starting to hate even the name of that fruit.
"You have to eat something."
"When you find fish and crabs, let me know."
"Come on, Cuddy—"
"I said no, House."
"You can't starve yourself. Stop being so pigheaded."
"Oh so now the shoe is on the other foot," Cuddy said, picking her head up. "You won't let me help you, so what makes you think I'm going to let you help me?"
"I'm not helping you, I'm telling you to stop being so picky," he said harshly, throwing a banana at her. "Eat it and shut up."
Cuddy did so. She peeled it and forced herself to take a bite. That's another thing she planned to swear off if she ever made it home—bananas. They would never be on her shopping list again.
She ate it quickly, even though she felt ill with every bite taken. House watched her from the corner of his eye the entire time, as if she would cheat or something. "There," she said, tossing the peel out of the cave. "You happy now?"
"Yes," he said simply and went back to staring into the flames of the fire. He reached into his pocket to pull out his Vicodin bottle. It was a surprise that he still had some left. He popped one in his mouth and swallowed it dry.
Silence fell between them again. Cuddy couldn't bring herself to sleep. What she really wanted to do was talk to House. She lifted her head up off her arm and glanced at him. He looked so lost, as if he were internally brooding about something. She swallowed hard. She wanted nothing more than to embrace him.
That's just what she did. When he heard her moving, he glanced over. She slid herself over to him once in a seated position and wrapped her arms around him from the back, head resting on his shoulder. She felt him sigh, but didn't push her away this time. Instead, he asked her nicely to leave him alone.
"Why won't you let me hold you?" Cuddy asked, briefly pulling back, but not pulling away.
"You pity me. I don't want anyone pitying me."
"I don't pity you, House, I'm not Cameron. I don't thrive on people that are damaged."
When he didn't talk back, she snaked her arms around his waist again. "I just want to help you."
"Because of my leg."
"No, not because of—"
"Yes it is!" he yelled, voice echoing inside the cave. It was loud enough to draw Cuddy back. He never faced her. He yelled at her with his back turned towards her. "I'm just a charity case to you! I'll never be able to give you what you want."
"And how the hell do you know what I want?" she asked, drops of anger in her voice.
"You want someone who will hold your hand and be there for you." His voice was much quieter now. "You shouldn't have to be here, forced to pick me up if I fall."
"House, those are two completely irrelevant from one another. I do want someone to be there for me but that has nothing to do with our current situation. I'm not helping you because I feel obligated to, or because we're the only ones here and have to protect one another. I'm doing it because I want to and you're just too damn proud to accept it."
"I'm not proud," he muttered.
"Then what is it?" she asked, holding up both hands. "Clue me in, because clearly I don't know you as well as I thought. Seems to me you're tossing me aside because you think I have a problem with you having an infarction and needing the extra help."
"I shouldn't need extra help," he murmured.
"But you do and I'm willing to give it to you. Why can't you just accept it? I hated watching you struggle on the way up to the streambed," she said, using a sorrowful tone that made tears come to her eyes.
"Well get used to it, because that's who I am!" he shouted. "And stop with that tone. If you say anything else, you're sleeping in the rain tonight."
"House…" she started quietly.
"I pushed Stacy out of my life because all she wanted to do was bend over backwards to help me. I hated it. If I can push out a woman that I loved, think of how easy it will be to push you out."
"House, I don't know what you had with Stacy, but I care about you very much. This accident, starting with you saving my life when we jumped out of the plane, awakened feelings I didn't know I had. I'm not leaving you, no matter how hard you push. You can take me to the top of this island and throw me down onto jagged rocks to try to get me away from you, but it won't happen." She lightly touched his shoulder. He flinched almost unnoticeably, but didn't brush her hand off.
"I can't be what you want," he repeated, almost helplessly.
"You're all that I want," she said, hugging him from behind again and reflexively placing a kiss at the side of his neck. She didn't mean to do that and didn't realize she did until House pulled away from her.
"You don't know what you're saying, Cuddy." He shifted towards the entrance of the cave. "You're sleep deprived, your comfort level is nonexistent, you're hungry, and you're in pain."
It had stopped raining a short time ago and the sun came out, already drying up the sand beneath their feet as Cuddy slid out after him.
"I'm perfectly aware of what I'm thinking, House. You listing my current conditions won't stop anything. You're just trying to avoid the subject."
"What subject?" he asked, limping away from her along the beach.
Cuddy followed him. She was more bent on getting him to listen to her rather than him hearing how she felt about him. He kept walking away and that angered her.
"Where are you going?" She was amazed on how fast he was walking through the sand. She almost had to jog to keep up with him.
"Up to the streambed. It's not raining anymore and we need the rocks."
Cuddy was afraid of this. He was out to prove that a bum leg wouldn't hold him back.
"House, we don't need the rocks. We have the shells, remember?"
"The seashells don't hold shit. We need the coconut shells."
If House went back up there without Cuddy to support him, it's likely he wouldn't make it halfway without falling and hurting himself.
"We don't need the coconut shells!" She reached in and grabbed his arm, not caring what would happen as a result of her doing so. Her grip was harder and more intense this time. "This isn't even about the rocks! It's about your ego!"
He ripped his arm back, vehemence flashing in his eyes.
"You want to prove to yourself that you can climb that path and fight the odds!"
He didn't say anything and continued walking.
"Don't you understand that you could get hurt going up there?" she pressed.
"It doesn't matter. It's not like we're going home anytime soon."
Cuddy had to wonder how long he's felt so down like this. It wasn't like him at all. She almost didn't know how to react to it. But she did know one thing. Without House, she couldn't survive on this island. He's been top of the line since the moment they set foot on the island. It was too early to give up. If anything, Cuddy thought she would be the first to take chances and know there's no hope for them going home, not House.
"This is something I have to do."
Cuddy realized she couldn't come between House and his determination. If this is what he had to do, she had to let him do it. She could be completely against it, and give him an entire book on how she felt, but he'd still end up doing it.
"There are rocks along the shore," Cuddy tried once more, but she knew it wasn't about the rocks. It never was.
He didn't listen to her. Cuddy threw her hand over her mouth and welcomed the warm tears that flooded her cheeks when he disappeared from sight. This is something he had to do. For some reason or another, he felt destined to climb the muddy path and make it to the streambed, despite all odds.
Cuddy was hopeful. If she could climb the path in almost complete darkness, in heels no less, there's a possibility House could climb the path if he was alone and focused.
Cuddy didn't understand him. She didn't understand herself. She knew she liked House all along, but ever since the night they spent together floating on the emergency door, snuggled up, she felt something more towards him. It didn't help any when he kissed her to rescind her fear of the shark. And then there are all his innuendos and sexual euphemisms towards her that didn't help out much either. She could safely admit to herself that she had strong feelings for House. She knew that familiar heart palpation when she felt the feeling. It was the same emotion she had when they were first together. It was only for that one night, but she was in love with him.
She placed her hand over her chest. The feeling tightened.
She was in love with him again.
As impossible as that sounded, she securely admitted to herself that she did in fact love him. Her entire body felt the tingling sensation that she hasn't felt in years.
She couldn't let him climb that steep path now that she discovered this feeling. She jogged the length between the spot she stood on the beach to the entrance of the path, every intention of pulling him back. Her heart still felt constricted, but it was a good feeling. It made her feel as if she were floating, even at a time like this. She left her shoes back in the cave and because of the last time trying to climb up to the streambed, the roofs of her feet, as well as the sides that weren't protected by the straps of the high-heeled shoes were scraped and cut up. Neglecting her shoes altogether would probably cause some heavy bleeding and making her feet immobile for some time. But she didn't care. If it was to save House, she would go so far as to losing a foot.
Turning around the curve, which is where the path started, she was suddenly halted when her path was blocked. House stood there, mock cane in hand, as if he was waiting for her to try to stop him.
"You didn't go," she said, stating the obvious.
"I know. I was testing you," he said, a small formation of a smirk tugging at the end of his mouth.
Cuddy frowned. "Testing me?"
He stepped closer. "To see if you were telling the truth about your feelings and not just saying it to pull me back." Their eyes connected. "If you came in after me, even though I specifically told you not to, you would be coming in for me, not because you felt sorry for me."
"I never felt sorry for you, House," she said, tensing up as he drew closer to her.
A small breath escaped her parted lips as he lightly brushed the backs of his fingers up against her cheek. If her chest was feeling tight before, now it felt as if it were going to explode.
"Good," he said, mouth barely moving.
He was the first to initiate a kiss that, in the best sense of the cliché, took Cuddy's breath away. She reached up to give him better access and cupped the sides of his face with her hands. House deepened the kiss by placing his free hand at the back of her head and drawing her closer.
Their tongues mingled unanimously this time. Both of them wanted it.
Cuddy didn't realize the exigency of her reciprocation until she found herself having to pull back to take a breath. House did also. Their foreheads connected as the both of them panted loudly.
It didn't take House long to pick up where they left off. This time, there was an added bonus on his part. Cuddy moaned through the less intense kiss as he rested both hands over her chest, teasing the nipples through her shirt and bra with his thumbs.
House left her mouth and kissed hungrily at her jaw line, all the way to her neck. Cuddy's body was already on fire with just his hands on her chest alone. Now that his talented mouth was gently attacking her neck, she knew there was no turning back. Not that she wanted to. Her eyes fluttered shut as House licked and sucked at her neck. Her limbs just about turned to jelly with just this action alone! God was he good! She had to hold onto him just to maintain her balance.
"I'm sorry about earlier," he whispered into her neck.
"Shut up," Cuddy said, bringing her hands up to the first button of his shirt. She skillfully unbuttoned it all the way down and pushed the shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the ground.
It was easy to take her shirt off. House lifted it over her head just after his fell to the ground. Cuddy reached up for another kiss while his hands fumbled with the bra strap in the back. He adroitly unclipped it like a pro. Cuddy let the straps slide down her arms and into the sand beneath them. House left her mouth to attack her chest as soon as the obstruction was gone. Cuddy sucked in a breath when he wasted no time circling the areola with his tongue. When Cuddy's nipple was erect, he bit down on it, causing her entire body to flinch. Her nipples were extremely sensitive and House smiled when he discovered that. He loved making her flinch. He repeated the action a few more times while kneading at her breasts with the tips of his fingers.
Cuddy was on the brink of exploding. Her pulse quickened, as well as her inhalation. Her labored breathing set House off. It took every ounce of self-control not to take her right then and there.
"God, Cuddy…" he breathed into her chest, driving his tongue anywhere it could go. She tasted so good after being out in the rain.
Somehow, they made it out to the beach. The top layer of the white sand was dry, but underneath it was still wet. Neither of them took any notice. House laid Cuddy down and he crawled over her the best he could without putting too much weight on his leg, and also taking extra care not to come in contact with her side.
Cuddy brought her hands up to his waist to work avidly to untie the drawstring. At the same time, their lips met again. When Cuddy successfully untied the drawstring and loosened up the waist of his shorts, she slipped a hand past the hem and stroked his length. House let out a long moan inside her mouth. If her hand didn't stop, this would be over before it started. He drew himself back just far enough where she couldn't reach him with her hand. Unfortunately, it took him away from her mouth, but brought him back to her chest. His hands worked to unbutton her pants. Since he did this once already today, he was familiar with how to do it again. He unbuttoned them skillfully and Cuddy helped remove them, followed by the maroon and black thong that matched her bra. He removed those almost agonizingly slow. He smirked when Cuddy wiggled her lower half just to hurry him up.
"Bastard," she huffed when she had to help him. She hoped this was one thing he couldn't wait to get off her.
"Patience, my dear," he said, suddenly getting cocky.
"Fuck patience," she hissed. "Do it now."
He inched her legs apart slowly and knelt in between them. "Well…since you asked so nicely…"
She writhed beneath him. "Stop teasing me, House," she said, as serious as she could make her tone of voice sound in a heated moment like this. It didn't daunt House at all. In fact, it was laughable. He smirked at her.
"I like to tease," he said simply. "I also like hickeys." He sucked gently at her neck at first, but then much harder. Cuddy cried out when the surface of her skin became hot. He licked the area gently with the tip of his tongue. He performed the same action on her left breast. That one hurt much more than the hickey at her neck. Cuddy gasped in pain. It also turned her on even further. She urged to be touched and was seconds away from pleasuring herself if House didn't step in. He was too busy focusing in on her chest. It's like he forgot her main pleasure center even existed.
House drew his tongue down her chest, to her stomach, circled her navel, crossed her midsection, and finally reached the goal Cuddy wanted him to. Her breath was caught in her throat again when his tongue came into contact with her moist pink folds of flesh. She tossed her head back into the sand when his tongue found her swollen clit. Her hands alternated between fisting the sand and taking in handfuls and squeezing it. Her entire body was on fire from her head, all the way down to her curled toes. House's hands were on the inside of her thighs, pushing her legs further apart as he continued the assault on her clit. If he didn't stop now, Cuddy would come.
"House…no…" she breathed, recoiling a bit.
He showed he didn't like her draw back when he bit down on her clit, causing her to cry out for the heavens to hear. She screwed her eyes shut, trying her hardest to hold herself back. She saw stars.
But she didn't want to come this way, even though the feeling was fantastic and she didn't want him to stop.
He didn't stop until she was seconds away from reaching her orgasm. Cuddy felt a little relieved, but angrier than anything that he stopped. House left her in a writhing, panting mess. She didn't have time to scold him, for one of his fingers was circling her entrance. Her eyes widened as he pushed his finger easily up into her.
"God, Cuddy, you're so wet," he said, not thinking she would be this drenched already. He had to have some of it. He replaced his finger with his tongue and tasted her. Cuddy bucked her hips at him when his tongue dabbed her entrance and poked in. He used his fingers to massage her moist folds, occasionally brushing up against her clit. Cuddy bucked the hardest when he did that.
Cuddy's hands were now getting tangled up in his hair.
"Need you…in me…" she gasped.
"What did I say about patience?" he asked, glancing up at her.
"If you don't take me right now, I walk away and give you blue balls," she threatened angrily.
A sexed up Cuddy isn't a Cuddy anyone wanted to tease. Her impatience is proof that she didn't get enough sex. She could go without it, but if she was given the chance to get some, she was all over it.
Cuddy reached out to grasp the lining of his shorts, which were still regretfully on his body.
"Alright, okay, woman," House removed his shorts and his erection sprang free.
Cuddy's eyes went wide. She had no idea he was this big! This was definitely going to hurt…
"Are you sure you want this?" he asked, hoping it wasn't just a spur the moment thing.
"Stop talking," she said, putting her hands around to cup his ass cheeks.
House took that as a sign to continue. They were too far to pull back now.
"This changes everything."
"Change can be for the better," she countered, urgently pressing her hands at his ass cheeks, showing she hadn't changed her mind and she wasn't going to.
Cuddy tensed when she felt the head slipping uncomfortably inside her. House hissed, grasping her thighs as he inched forward, unaware that it hurt Cuddy. Cuddy bit her lower lip so hard that it nearly bled. He saw this action and stopped.
"Are you okay?" he asked, hating that the mildly screwed up expression on her face forced him to stop. The heat was calling him and he had to use every small amount of willpower he had just to resist the urge to continue. Cuddy's celibacy suited her. She was so incredibly tight all around him. He gritted his teeth.
"Yes," she breathed, nodding swiftly. "Keep going…please…"
House knew if he kept going, he would hurt her. He didn't want to hurt her, but his mind was on fire, as well as every inch of his body. Cuddy relaxed her body as best she could and that helped a little.
House let out a groan as he pushed in further. "God, how the hell are you so tight?"
"Maybe you're too big," she said, angry that he broke her concentration with talking.
"You were never this tight before and I got you when you were a virgin."
"I wasn't a virgin," she said, followed by a gasp. She threw her head back into the sand and arched her back when his extraordinary length was three quarters of the way in.
"Janine said you were."
"Janine was always a lying, selfish bitch, now shut up and fuck me!"
House found himself grow even harder with that bold request. It didn't seem at all like words that would come out of Cuddy's mouth. He gripped her thighs harder and withdrew, only to thrust his entire length back into her in one swift motion. The intensity had both of them yelling out. House didn't stop there. He repeated the action numerous times, thrusting himself all the way in and causing so much friction that the added heat around him felt incredible. He felt Cuddy's nails digging into his back so hard that he swore she drew blood. That only tempted him to thrust harder. He placed one hand at her side, but the other remained on her thigh. He took care not to disturb her injuries on her left side.
Cuddy's chest bobbed with each thrust. House wasn't gentle about them. He had her entire body shifting in the sand.
He also didn't remember Cuddy being this loud. Them being on their own island must've encouraged her to go all out. Either that or not getting some in years might've had something to do with it.
House leaned over her, feeling the need to involve her chest in this. He massaged one breast while attacking the other with his mouth.
Cuddy panted his name, followed by infrequent cries of pain. It was a good pain. She never once asked him to slow down or stop. With the attack on her chest, as well as his deep, hard thrusts, it didn't take a lot from there for a much needed orgasm to build up inside. Her hands fisted in his hair for a moment before returning to his back to dig her nails into it.
"House…I'm…I'm…"
She didn't need to continue. He knew she was on the brink when he felt her tighten around him.
"Let go, Lisa. Let go, for me."
Cuddy's shrilling voice bounced off every rock formation on the island, creating an echo that neither of them thought was possible in the open air as she hit the most intense orgasm she had ever felt. Her body arched up to meet his. House couldn't remember the last time that hearing his name, plus the words 'oh' and 'yes' in the same sentence made him come so hard. Hearing Cuddy, as well as feeling her spill out on him, triggered the best orgasm he's had in a long time. He grunted his release into her while attacking her neck. He came so much that most of it seeped out before he had the chance to pull out.
He couldn't move. Whatever strength he had held onto during the last two days at sea and on the island for survival was officially wiped out as of now. He collapsed onto Cuddy, head resting on her chest. His head quickly rose and fell, due to her heavy breathing. The quick-paced pounding of her heart filled his ear.
Neither of them had the strength to move.
"House," she whispered when she was finally able to find her voice. She gently ran her fingers through his hair.
"Hmm?"
"Thank you."
He didn't say anything back. Instead, he just smiled.
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That was my first shot at Huddy smut! I'm not foreign to Cuddy x Cameron or Cuddy x Thirteen, but this was a different road for me. I'm worried it didn't come out as good as I hoped. If I do get good feedback on it, there will be plenty more hot island smut to come!