Ch 3- Halfway to Heaven

Waking up next to House was an interesting sensation that Cuddy decided she could get used to. He was a fairly heavy sleeper and didn't want to get out of bed once he was roused, so she didn't worry about waking him as she disentangled herself from him to go to the bathroom. After peeing, she let herself give in to curiosity and peeked into his medicine cabinet. There were the usual suspects: alcohol swabs, peroxide, toothpaste and a toothbrush, q-tips, and various other things that everybody had, but what struck Cuddy as odd was the obvious absence of Vicodin. Sure she had emptied it out the night that House had detoxed, but she had expected him to refill the cabinet with the drugs as soon as she was out of the apartment.

She couldn't help but wonder if he was actually off the drugs. She quietly riffled through his drawers, finding nothing more suspicious than a pair of red socks curiously placed in the bottom drawer near the extra toilet paper. She let herself hope for a moment that he was actually trying to kick his habit, but quickly shut off her excitement, determined to ask him before jumping to conclusions. House hated people who jumped to conclusions when the answer was as simple as a question.

After a few more moments of her searching, Cuddy exited the bathroom and tried to find a towel so she could get a shower. Of course he didn't keep his towels in the linen closet; that would have been too simple and too ordinary. She found some clean materials in the laundry room, however, on a shelf above his dryer. House still wasn't awake when she made her way back into the bathroom to clean herself up and she decided to make him breakfast after her shower.

Satisfied with herself and with the possibility of House getting off drugs, Cuddy disrobed and got under the stream of hot water. She hummed a bit of 'Passing Afternoon' as she washed her hair, oblivious to the stirring of her lover in the adjoining room. She was so caught up in the blissful morning that she didn't even hear House come into the bathroom. He knew exactly what she was doing, however.

Feeling a bit mischievous and more than a little aroused at the idea of a wet Lisa Cuddy in his shower, House had stripped off his boxers and entered the bathroom quietly. House simply watched her for a few moments through the thin veil of curtain that kept water out of his floor…she was beautiful. He pushed back the shower curtain and stepped inside, finally making Cuddy aware of his presence.

She gasped when she felt the momentary breeze of cool air hit her backside as House entered the shower behind her. "I thought you were still asleep," she admitted, turning around to face him.

"Good morning to you too," he said sarcastically, taking in the sight of the bubbles dripping down between her generous breasts. He practically licked his lips staring at her body. Cuddy smiled, realizing what he was thinking without even looking at the twitching member dangling between his legs, tempted to salute her.

"I was going to make you breakfast," she told him, running her slick, wet hands over his hard chest.

"I think I can manage with what I've got right now," he told her with a wink, cupping her breasts and squeezing firmly. She let out a delighted sigh which urged House on. He pressed his body to hers and within seconds he was standing proud and ready for action. She loved the feeling of being pressed against him and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, then wiggled against him, subtly adding friction to their connection. "You're beautiful," he told her gruffly before capturing her mouth.

She tangled her fingers in his hair as his tongue explored her mouth and his hands slid down and around to caress her ass. House was truly a sexual god, she decided when he slipped one hand under her and one finger into her wet center from behind. He teased her slowly, knowing that she wanted him hard and fast. They were like two teenagers with raging hormones she thought pleasantly, but she lost all ability to think when he hit the spot inside her that made her melt.

House sat down on the edge of the bathtub and brought Cuddy closer to him, though he kept her standing. He placed her legs on either side of his and rubbed her firm bottom as he looked up at her, eyes twinkling. When she realized his intentions, she smiled, but her smile turned into a gasp when he buried his face in her dark curls. His tongue plunged into her a few times, then was replaced by two fingers as he circled her clit. She moaned loudly and pressed his head more firmly against her body, reveling in the feeling of his mouth and hands working on her intimate portions.

He pushed her over the edge within minutes and had her climbing the peak again. "I need you inside of me," she told him as he pumped his digits in and out of her. "NOW!"

House laughed to himself for a moment before removing his fingers from her body and allowing her to slowly come down to sit on his manhood. As she enveloped him with her body he let out a sigh and she took the lead. Cuddy ground against him, eliciting a few soft swearwords and praises, then agonizingly slowly moved up and down on him. He couldn't take the pace for long and was soon gripping her hips and slamming her down on him as he bucked up against her. It was blissful and he came soon after, spraying her insides with his seed as the spray of the water pounded into her back.

She was panting against him, clinging to him for dear life for several moments before she could move. "You're amazing," she managed to say after a while.

"I try," he replied smugly. They finished their shower quickly and Cuddy moved toward the kitchen once dressed.

"How do you like your eggs?" she asked.