Ch 13: The Amazing Caterwauling Pup
After spending a good hour and a half lounging in bed with Cuddy on Saturday morning, House decided to get up and take a shower. He was fairly surprised when she didn't offer to join him, but assumed she had simply gone back to bed…they had been up until nearly three in the morning, after all. Thinking of the night they had spent together got House a bit excited, but he wanted to give Cuddy a rest, so he took care of himself in the shower, thinking of her body covered in chocolate syrup and him with a bucket of fresh strawberries which needed some of the dark, velvety bliss to complete them.
When he finally emerged from the steamy bathroom nearly an hour later, he was surprised that Cuddy was nowhere to be seen. He wrapped the towel more firmly around his waist and limped out of the bedroom and into the living area. She was conspicuously absent there as well. He was about to call her name when he spotted a tuft of dark hair sticking up over top of the kitchen counter. He crept forward slowly, a smirk plastered across her face and ready to surprise her, but when he looked behind the counter, he found that the reason she was hiding was because she was straddling a naked oncologist who House knew all too well.
They seemed to get louder as he watched them together, Cuddy's head thrown back now, as thought she didn't care who saw her, riding Wilson like she was breaking in a young buck. Wilson's fingers were digging into Cuddy's hips and House was sure they would bruise, but Wilson didn't seem to want to slow her down or let her go. As House screamed into the uncaring room, things began to get hazy.
House jerked awake; startled that he had had such a vivid dream. Cuddy was tucked safely in his arms and he was left to catch his breath, wondering what he had eaten to give him such a nightmare. He certainly wasn't consciously concerned that Wilson would try to take Cuddy, Wilson was his best friend and an even bigger supporter of the relationship than he was. It was just strange that he had dreamed about it, he thought.
House looked over at the clock and noted that it was only 5 a.m. He and Cuddy had finished their long bout of raucous lovemaking at nearly 3 a.m., much like he had imagined in the dream, but he didn't think he wanted to beat off in the shower to see how things would turn out in real life. He hugged Cuddy tighter and closed his eyes again, hoping that the dreams of Cuddy with another man would quiet and he would be able to get some restful sleep.
When House reawakened it was nearly 10 in the morning and the sun was peeking through his heavy curtains to leave a bright trail of light on Cuddy's shoulder. He had thankfully been able to sleep without more dreams of Wilson screwing Cuddy in his kitchen, though he had been fairly restless. It seemed, however, that his tossing and turning hadn't offended his fiancé in the least, as she was slumbering peacefully against his side. He considered taking a shower, but remembered his last dream and decided to wait until Cuddy was awake to share it with him, just to be on the safe side.
Perhaps he was ready to fully commit his life to her, House thought to himself as he gazed at her from his position on his belly. She looked so beautiful when asleep that House wondered why she ever bothered waking up, he remembered how great she looked when awake and smiled, knowing exactly why she woke up. And this beautiful creature wanted him, he realized. 'What am I doing?' he asked himself. 'I should be completely thrilled that I've got the vixen of my dreams dying to marry me.' He drifted off again with a smile on his face, thinking about how lucky he was to have caught the attentions of the Dean of Medicine.