Thanks everyone for the great reviews that are keeping this story alive! I apologize for not updating sooner!
And Catlin Kelly, my idea did not come from the article on the fox site about House and Cuddy, it was all me :)
And this chapter contains smut! Just as a warning
Enjoy :)
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Three days later, Cuddy's name came off her office door. Wilson and Cameron seemed to be the only ones to notice. Everyone else was busy moving around from place to place. Wilson and Cameron stood at the Nurse's station, arms folded, watching with disgust as someone scratched the letters of Cuddy's name off the door and pressed on new letters, ones that said—Zachary Feeney, MD—Dean of Medicine. It turned Wilson's stomach to watch that. To make the situation worse, Feeney was inside the outer office, beaming like crazy as he watched his name being put up on the door. The little ingrate didn't seem to care or take notice in what his name going up on that door did for the hospital. He already made things turn for the worse around there with firing who he pleased and hiring people he liked, even if they weren't qualified to do the job. Being Chief of Medicine gave him a free ride to hire his family or any bum on the street looking for a job. He was a very prejudiced man and only hired the people he liked, not the people who were most qualified. To top it off, employees who walked through the front door one morning weren't sure if they would ever experience that again. People were so afraid of being fired over the smallest things, it's like House took over being chief administrator. Although that thought at the moment wouldn't be so bad.
"I guess it's time to go," Wilson said with a sigh.
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Cuddy awoke the morning after the hurricane finally subsided to the sound of House shuffling around outside the cave and twigs snapping. She rubbed her eyes and adjusted them to the sunlight that poured through the cave before shuffling out on her knees. The entire area was covered with twigs of all sizes.
"Hey," House simply greeted, snapping another twig in half.
"What time is it?" Cuddy asked, as if he could answer that precisely. She stifled a yawn.
Instead, he pointed above them to the sun's angle, which was a quarter away from the center of the sky. "Nine am."
"Oh." Cuddy slid out of the cave and stretched.
House couldn't help but eye her flat stomach as it rose a few inches above her belly button when she stretched her arms in the air.
"So I guess that hurricane did more good than harm, huh? Now we don't have to go far to get twigs for the fire."
"Oh so now you're calm and collective about everything? The other day you were ready to hang everything up."
Cuddy tossed him a look. "House, we're in the middle of nowhere."
"Yes, I've been following," he shot back sarcastically.
"I don't like it anymore than you do. I'm trying to make the best of it. Being stuck in a cave for the past three days with you while a tropical hurricane loomed above us didn't exactly help. I was bored to tears."
"Oh, boohoo," he mocked, followed by a brief snivel. "Let me break out the violins."
The past three days have been long, but the two always found something to do while curled up together by the fire…once they got it started again. The end of the first night and into the second was all about sex.
It's as if House found a Kama Sutra secretly hidden somewhere on the island and was dying to show her new moves. Most of them involved her being on top in some way or another. He was so full of surprises. It was unfortunate that the wonderful events, including some of last night, had to be interrupted by the rudeness of his mouth. He just didn't know when to stop.
"You're such an ass," she hissed and spun around on her heels to walk in the opposite direction, trampling angrily through the wet sand like a child.
"Where you going?" he called after her.
"What do you care?" she snapped back over her shoulder.
"If you're thinking about going up to the streambed, forget it. The rain completely turned the path into a mudslide."
That stopped Cuddy fast. "What do you mean mudslide?"
"I mean it's literally a mudslide…without the Kahlua and Bailey's."
The joke was tacky, but neither seemed to care. Cuddy was more concerned about not being able to get water when they needed it.
Cuddy sighed. "Oh that's just great, House. What are we going to do for water?"
House shrugged. "Pray for rain?" he tried poorly.
Cuddy scoffed and continued onward. House followed after her.
"Come on, Cuddy, you act like I caused the hurricane."
"Don't follow me," she said.
"Why?"
"Because I'm going to pee."
House raised his brows. "Oh…" He spun back around and attended to the twigs.
Cuddy did her business and returned to find House tossing Harry back and forth.
"After that storm, I'm shocked we still have sand on this island," Cuddy said, sitting in the sand beside House with a small grunt. "Now what are we going to do about getting up to the streambed?"
"You sound good for someone who was ready to hang everything up the other day."
Cuddy tossed him a look. "It's called optimism, House. It's the exact opposite of yours."
As the days pressed on up to this point, House had become a little more pessimistic than usual. They don't even see birds fly over the island, never mind an airplane, jet plane, or something remotely close. Something also in question was why they haven't seen animals here either. The island was full of life with rich green trees, huge rocks that shot to the sky, and a streambed. It was a medium sized horseshoe shaped island in with a peak that resembled a cylinder shape in the center where they were, and nothing but trees in the back, as well as on the fringes. Almost every inch of the three quarter mile island that wasn't beach was covered with trees. It wasn't just one type of tree. All sorts of trees with dark green leaves blanketed the island from top to bottom. It was a great place to be, very peaceful and serene with the sounds of the waves crashing softly onto the beach to loll them asleep at night and a beautiful fire to keep warm by, but enough was enough. They were tired, hungry, and especially worn out. Their trip to paradise must come to an end.
A small pause occurred between them. Cuddy stared out to the bright blue sea as far as she could with a sigh. For the aftereffects of the hurricane the small island endured, and was still standing, everything else was beautiful. The light blue sky didn't have a single cloud in it. To Cuddy, it was beautiful. But the further she looked out into nothing, she harder she wished there would be a boat that could be seen. Even if it was a dot in the distance, at least she could say that some form of life would be in this remote area.
She couldn't imagine spending the rest of her life here. She was pushing forty-four, but there was so much she still wanted to do with her life. Being stuck with House for eternity wasn't one of the ideas she had in mind, despite the tropical island paradise being the number one tourist spot for all loved ones.
"Do you think we'll ever get off here?" she asked solemnly, brining her knees up to her chin.
"You're asking the wrong person, Cuddy. I'm the opposite of you, remember?" he asked, filled with sarcasm. "I think we'll be here for life. Might as well get used to it." He stretched his legs out and gave a relaxed sigh.
Cuddy bit her lower lip as she watched him. She didn't want to believe it. Even though she wanted to give up on occasions, she didn't. There was always that small brush of hope that they would wake up one morning and hear an airplane flying overhead.
"Your hair is a mess," he said randomly, looking her hair over. "You haven't brushed it in days."
"Maybe that's because I haven't had a brush in days, House. Sorry, I didn't know we were crashing, otherwise I would've taken out my brush and held it securely in my hand," she said, bringing about sarcasm.
"I think I can change that." House picked up something by his other side that was wrapped around a green leaf. "This might help."
Cuddy drew her brows closer together as he placed the item into her hand. It was so big that she couldn't fit her hand around it and almost had to use two hands to hold it. And some parts of the item poked at her skin like dull spikes.
"Found it at the shoreline. I hear it's only available in the Caribbean, so I guess it's like a sign of good luck."
Cuddy removed the leaves. Her heart melted. It was a spider conch shell with long legs so she could easily brush her hair with it. Tears surfaced to her eyes at the kind gesture. Even though it was so miniscule, coming from House, it was the best gift she had ever received.
"It's beautiful," she said and looked up to him. "Thank you, House."
He dismissed it with the wave of his hand. "It's only a shell. Legend has it that you can hear the ocean in it."
Cuddy set down the light brown and white shell and leaned over to kiss him on the mouth. House didn't stop her. He encouraged it by wrapping his arm around her lower back to pull her closer.
What was supposed to be a thank you kiss was something that gathered a whole new meaning. Cuddy got lost easily in the kiss. It's as if House purposely put all his energy and thought in giving her the best kiss she's ever received so she would easily be wrapped around his little finger.
House knew he had her at the first moan.
"Ever done it on a rock?" he whispered in between kisses.
"No," she said, reaching in for another kiss.
House pulled his head back so she couldn't kiss him. "Then it's time you tried."
Cuddy was always willing to try anything once. Even though she's had it up to the sky with House, when they had sex, there was nothing else like it. If they ever made it off the island, she would still find herself sneaking over to House's apartment for a quick romp in the sack. He was the most extraordinary lover who knew what she wanted and how she wanted it.
Cuddy was hooked. She went from being stubborn to giving it to him whenever he wanted it. Not that she could resist him. No one made her feel as complete as he did. Who knew that jerks were the best at sex.
Cuddy knew what rock House was talking about. It was a giant formation near the beach around the entrance to the streambed. Some peaked as high as fifteen feet, but there was one that was almost completely flat and as smooth as a baby's bottom. He had been probably eyeing that rock for days now, hoping to get her to comply with his plan. Ordinary positions were starting to grow tiresome.
Shirts were lost somewhere on the beach when the two walked over to the formation, kissing with torrid passion. They removed the rest of each other's clothing when they got to the place.
Cuddy felt she would burst if he didn't touch her. He was careful not to touch a part of her that would drive her crazy.
"I should hate you," she whispered into his mouth, "you stubborn, manipulative ass."
She felt a smirk form on his lips with hers. "But you don't. You love me and you know it."
Cuddy never corrected him or said otherwise, she just continued to kiss him. She couldn't get enough. She ran the tip of her finger down his happy trail and wasted no time grasping his hardening member. Her heart fluttered when he moaned in her mouth. She continued to rub his length until he grabbed her hand. Their eyes met. Passion and love were the two urges most seen. Next in line was lust. But not for long. If House had anything to do with it, lust would be in the top two way before this session was over.
Cuddy more than willingly lay on her stomach on the slightly tilted rock so that her ass end was the part most in the air. She looked over her shoulder to see House taking a spot behind her. She moaned right away when he grasped her hips to hold her in place. Since she was on an angle, she would slide off head first if he didn't hold her somehow.
"Are you wet enough for me?" he asked, dipping his fingers into her slit, causing Cuddy to flinch. Still, he wouldn't touch her where it drove her most wild.
Cuddy was practically dripping. She had been ever since their kiss heated up back on the beach.
"Yes," Cuddy whispered, inching her legs apart and grasping anything she could to hold her position.
But nothing happened. She didn't even feel his hands on her anymore. It's as if he completely abandoned her.
It wasn't until she looked back at him, preparing to ask him what was wrong when he suddenly grasped her hips and pushed in with a hiss. Cuddy cried out in surprise, feeling herself jolt forward. Since the rock was long, she couldn't touch the ground with her hands. All she could do was grasp the side and hope he didn't let go of her.
House was completely relentless. There was no foreplay, no easing in, no nothing. He took her forcefully, as if he hadn't had sex in a year. Cuddy had no complaints. Her head lay flat on the rock, eyes closed, not knowing if she wanted to cry out or gasp. Since House's rhythm was more fast than slow, she only managed to do half-and-half with each.
It wasn't long until she felt an orgasm approach. The way House was going at it, they would be done almost instantly. Unless this was just part one to his fun filled day of sex on the beach. Cuddy hoped that was the case. House would never rush anything unless there was something better coming up next.
House slowed down when he felt her muscles tighten around him. Cuddy dug her nails into the surface of the rock as the tingling sensation flew through her body at the sudden speed change. Her orgasm was still approaching, but slowly this time. It wasn't a good slow; it was an agonizing type of slow that comes with the sudden quickness decline. Cuddy writhed at the cold feeling that coursed through her, eager for House to speed up again.
Cuddy almost broke a nail digging into the surface of the rock when House removed one hand from her hip and circled it around her clit, bringing forth an even stronger, more intense cold feeling. Her hips bucked backwards and moved along with his rhythm, as if it were a way to tell him to quicken the pace.
"House, please," she breathed when he wasn't getting the hint.
"Please what, Cuddy?" he asked, seizing his thrusts and barely touching her clit anymore. He circled his finger on the area around it teasingly.
Cuddy whimpered at the sudden loss of contact. She hated it when he teased her.
"Please…stop teasing me."
"My dear, you'd tease to if you never wanted the sight before you to change. A nice, willing ass in front of you, belonging to someone who will do anything for you…I'd say I should take my time."
Cuddy was fully turned on that it started to hurt. She didn't care how he touched her, as long as some contact was happening.
"Bastard!" she hissed, balling her hands into fists.
"Sorry, not the word I was looking for. I think 'sir' would be more appropriate."
House occasionally brushed his finger against her clit, loving how her hips bucked eagerly every time. He especially loved her half gasps, half cries.
Cuddy felt pathetic that she would resort to calling House 'sir' in order for him to finish the job. She hated it she was that turned on to give him what he wanted. He didn't even like being called sir. He thought that title was reserved for old men. He was proving that he could get Cuddy to do anything when she was turned on. She was aware of that.
"S-Sir," she whispered almost inaudibly, her body making the decisions for her.
"Sir what?" he pressed.
"Dammit, House!" she cried in frustration.
"I'm disappointed in you, Cuddy," he said, voice dropping. "Sir only gets you so far…and I know you want to go farther." He added that with the flick of her clit.
Cuddy didn't want to have to say it, but she needed to finish. She HAD to finish, or she would explode.
"SIR GREGORY HOUSE, YOU FUCKING BASTARD, FUCK ME!" she screamed so loud that her voice bounced off everything concrete and caused an echo in the air.
It must've suited him fine, because before she knew it, they were right back to where they started. He slipped into her completely, thrusting every inch he had to offer.
Because of the teasing period, Cuddy's orgasm hit her suddenly and strongly, leaving her shaking after she filled the skies yet again with her cries.
It wasn't a surprise when she was still turned on after that. Instead of a round two, House helped her to her feet.
"How do you feel about doing it in the ocean?"
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