Ch 31: Apples, Peaches, Bananas and Pears

"Christ! This place looks like a disaster area. I thought you two were supposed to give him something from throwing up?" House said, entering the patient room for the first time. The man was still vomiting and having nose bleeds and his room reeked of the evidence. Both Thirteen and Taub wore masks to try and block out some of the smell; House on the other hand, was going in 'all natural.'

"We gave him Finnagrin. It doesn't seem to be working," Taub said, stating the obvious. House rolled his eyes exaggeratedly, but didn't respond to that statement directly.

"Get his temperature and a fresh set of panels. This much vomiting and bleeding and he's chart is probably all over the place. When you're done with that get a janitor. He doesn't need the aroma of fresh vomit to bring on a new wave of bodily fluid expulsion." House walked out of the room and into the bathroom to retch privately. The odor was clinging to his skin, clothes, and hair and he wasn't sure he'd ever smell the same. He decided to grab a shower to try and stave off the smells and, sub sequentially, the urge to puke.

He got soap and shampoo out of Wilson' locker, which he knew the combination for, of course, and headed toward the faculty showers. As the hot water pulsed around him he thought of the days when Cuddy would have come into the shower with him, not solely for the purpose of showering, but to present him with other things…with sensual massages, blow jobs, shower sex. With all the stress he was under, he let himself relax for a moment and drift away to a place where he could once more do very dirty things to his boss. His eyes closed as his fantasy started to formulate in his mind.

She came in slowly, letting the first spray of water roll off of her body easily and glint in the florescent light that they stood under. Her naked body looked perfect standing before him; perky breasts just begging to be touched and the curves of her body leading down to her firm ass calling to him. He held back, however, wanting her to make the first move to signify that she wanted him.

He didn't wait long, as she was as needy for him, as he for her. Her slim fingers traced his collarbone for a moment, and then slid down to roam over his broad chest, taking in the texture of his chest hair and the skin beneath it. She moved her hands slowly down toward his abdomen, pausing to dip one finger into his belly button before moving even lower. As his loins tightened, she paused, rubbing circles on his hip bones and nearly driving him insane with the need to be touched.

He was almost at the point of placing her hands on his throbbing member, when she started moving them lower once more. She lightly brushed the dark curls surrounding his manhood, sending chills down his back and causing him to twitch in anticipation. A hand went around him and the delicious sensations shot straight through his tense body. He let his head fall back against the wall as that hand stroked him slowly, like velvet passing over his cock and swirling about the tip.

House let out a mewling noise that he had only been comfortable with letting go of when with her and his hands found their way to her body finally. He touched every part of her he could reach: her shoulders, neck, face, hair, lips, breasts, stomach, hips, back, ass, thighs, and finally the folds of her womanhood. He flicked a finger over her clit, causing her to start and a smile played over his face. She wanted him already.

He teased her for a moment before she pulled away and started sliding down to her knees on the tiled floor. House was more than happy to let her oblige. She stroked him a few more times, looking up at his face to gauge his reaction and taking in the hint of a smile on his face and the bliss exuding from him, though his eyes were still closed. She held him, then and rubbed the tip of his penis over her lips as though she were putting on lipstick, then flicked her tongue out to taste him.

He moaned loudly as she lapped at his precum, delighting in the familiarity of his taste. Cuddy licked him from base to tip a few times, drawing stronger groans from his throat and then took the entirety of him into her hot mouth. The sensations of her swirling her tongue over him while sucking made him dizzy and he had to grip her hair to brace himself. His strong hands on her, spurred her forward and she started sucking with more purpose, using her hand to stimulate the parts that she couldn't reach with her lips.

As he neared his release, House opened his eyes briefly, hoping the sight of his hand on his own cock, pumping furiously wouldn't be the end of his experience, but needing to actually see something, if only the wall, to tell him he was still at the hospital. What he didn't expect, however, was the body of his ex-fiancé manipulating him and his hand actually buried in her hair. His heart leapt into his throat and he gasped as his ball tightened almost painfully and he spilled his cum into her waiting mouth. He fell back against the wall and let go of her, squeezing his eyes closed and wondering what was going on.

She ran her hands over his chest as she stood, then let her thumbs explore his face. He forced his eyes open and looked at her, searching her face for any explanation that she could offer. Her eyes looked back at him trustingly and he didn't know what to do or say. "Cuddy," he breathed, not sure what he would say next. She simply smiled at him and placed a chase kiss on his lips.

As he dried himself off, Cuddy not ten feet away from him, House wondered when the fantasy had become reality and what he was to do now.