Ch 6- Love in the Afternoon

House's mouth was covering Cuddy's as soon as the blinds were drawn. He pressed his body against hers, pinning her to her door, and ran his hands along the length of her curves. She was wearing a skirt short enough to tickle his fancy, but tight enough so that he would have to take it off to access her full bottom. Her silk shirt was already half unbuttoned and hung off one shoulder by the time he spun her around to get better access to her clothes fastenings. She was panting against his neck as he tore her shirt off of her body, exposing her bra clad breasts. Her skirt was next to be discarded, landing somewhere between the bamboo tree and the couch, neither cared enough to pay closer attention.

"Oh, House!" Cuddy moaned as he sucked on a thinly veiled nipple. She pressed her chest up closer to his face and clung to his shoulders as his saliva soaked the material of her bra. He grew tired of the cotton taste on his tongue, desperate for a taste of her, and unfastened the bra as well. He buried his face in her breasts and hooked his thumbs under the elastic of her thong pulling down slightly, teasing her.

House finally removed the lacy undergarment and went back to nipping and licking her bosom, much to her relief. While one hand caressed the breast that he wasn't kissing, the other found her center and began rubbing her in slow circles. Cuddy was moaning out his name loudly, not caring if her assistant or anyone else could hear her through the locked doors and walls as long as House continued to touch her.

Cuddy pulled at House's t-shirt frantically as he slipped a long finger into her, pressing against her need. Stars exploded behind her eyes and she screamed out her approval, sliding to the carpeted floor and taking House with her. She held onto him tightly until she could breathe properly again, then stripped off his shirt and started working on unfastening his belt. "Somebody's anxious," House muttered in a deeply lustful tone. His erection was pressing painfully against the denim of his pants and it was a huge relief when she tugged the offending garment down his legs, giving him a bit more freedom.

His boxers were gone in no time, replaced almost immediately with Cuddy's mouth. She licked the length of him, pausing to flick her tongue over the head of his penis before taking the entirety into her mouth. House let his head drop back against the floor as her mouth worked his organ and her fingers started to move over his testicles. He was engorged more than he could remember being in quite a while and very sensitive to her every movement. She bobbed her head over him and the sweet friction was building up inside him. His muscles were tensing and he could tell it wouldn't be long before he too would experience the joys of orgasm. She stopped him just short of reaching his goal, however.

"You don't think I'm going to let you cum outside of me, do you?" she asked seductively and it took all House had not to explode at that moment. She made her way up his body, straddling his throbbing cock and running her hands over his chest and torso.

"Don't you care about carpet burn?" he asked. She sank down on him, simultaneously answering his question and clearing his mind of all thoughts that weren't concentrated on sex with her. She slowly started moving and he thrust up, desperate for more movement. She held him down with her palms, however, enjoying the look of desire in his eyes. Her movements picked up a bit of speed and he bucked harder, wanting to fill her full of his DNA. She wouldn't let him finish, however, wanting to draw out his pleasure to the maximum.

"Please," he said, gripping her hips, "Cuddy…Lisa…oh, God! I need you to fuck me."

The sound of his voice was like gasoline to the flames that threatened to consume her and she began riding him furiously, crying out with him as they clashed together. After a few moments she felt him fill her, crying out her name and she squeezed him with her inner muscles, wanting to give him everything she possessed. When it was finally over, she climbed off of him and lay beside him on the carpet, feeling the sting of the burn he warned her about covering her knees.

He turned to his side to take in the sight of her, sweaty and hair disheveled, but beautiful. "You're amazing," he said in a low voice.

"So are you, House."

"I'm pretty sure I'm going to be feeling the rug burn on my ass for a while though," he told her. She swatted him playfully.

"Would you rather get laid and have a little carpet burn, or not get laid?" she asked.

"I didn't say it wasn't worth it…"

"I love you, House," she said before realizing what she was admitting. Her eyes got huge and he looked at her carefully. "I…uh…excuse me," she said quickly, getting up. She grabbed her panties and shirt and headed for the adjoining bathroom, not wanting to see the rejection in his eyes. She stayed in the bathroom for nearly twenty minutes going over how she could have said things in her mind. When she returned to her office, determined to talk to him about it, he was gone. Her clothes were in a neat pile on her desk, but House was nowhere to be found.

Tears filled her eyes as she dialed Wilson's extension. "I think I messed things up, big time," she told him, trying not to sob. "I told him I love him…"

"I don't think you messed it up," Wilson replied.

"How do you know?" Cuddy asked. "He doesn't like that kind of emotional display, and probably not after a week of dating. He left my office!"

"I know because he's about to walk into mine," Wilson said. "I'll call you back." The phone clicked and the line went dead. Cuddy was left to wait out House's discussion with Wilson, not knowing what to do with herself and hoping against hope that House didn't hate her.