Ch 45: Not Nearly Enough

House sighed deeply, breathing in the scent of the woman he was going to be spending the rest of his life waking up with. He liked the secure feeling, even if it meant he was going to have to get used to getting used to things. He wasn't nearly as finicky as Kutner had been about things being fresh and new all the time, but House obviously got bored quickly. He had a feeling that Cuddy would be able to keep him on his toes, however.

"Morning, sleepy head," she said softly as he looked over at her. He frowned a bit and she smiled, clearly amused that she had gotten under his skin.

"Sleepy head? Am I a child? I'm nothing like that little hellion you took in last year…"

She smacked his chest playfully. "What's with all this Rachel downing?" she asked. "Last night you called her a 'demon spawn' and today a 'hellion,' are you having second thoughts about taking on a life with a child?" she asked. He could see the worry in her eyes and kissed her soundly, hoping to stave off any thoughts of doubts that could possibly be filling her head.

"You worry too much," he informed her after breaking their kiss. "I just like messing with you about her…I told you that she's a decent kid."

Cuddy smiled. "So she's growing on you?"

"I guess so. Don't go spreading that bit of information around, though. I don't want people at the hospital to think I've gone soft or something," he informed her.

"I think you have a soft spot for kids," she told him. "Babies are the only patients you've ever been known to stay around for more than a few moments to berate or beat someone into treatment."

"You're crazy if you think I get all warm and fuzzy on the inside about tiny versions of stupid adults. The only people who want children are those who assume the world loves them…people who are in love with themselves."

Cuddy snorted. "Alright…"

He frowned at her reaction, but didn't feel like pursing it. He looked instead toward the bathroom. "I feel like a shower," he said, a naughty look crossing his face. "Would you like to join me?"

Cuddy smiled. "What do I get if I do decide to join you?" she asked impetuously.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"Hmm…" she feigned thinking, then leant over and whispered in his ear. "You fucking me inside out."

"I can do that," he replied, a bit surprised that she was so filthy mouthed. He liked it…his cock already throbbing from her words. He led her into the bathroom and turned the shower on, then threw her against the shower wall, her thong still on and getting soaked within minutes.

"We're still wearing some clothes," she informed him breathlessly after a hot, wet kiss.

"I know that. I thought it would be a fun variation on an even more fun activity," he replied, sucking just hard enough on her neck to leave a mark. She bit her lip and pushed the fabric of his boxers down far enough to free his straining erection. He pushed aside the material of her flimsy underwear and plunged home, lifting her off her feet as a result.

Cuddy cried out against him as he stretched her, filled her, and then began thrusting into her like mad. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing against the wall to take most of the pressure off of his legs as he pounded into her wet pussy. He grunted with the force of his thrusts and she cried out again. He covered her mouth with his own as he claimed her body fully. He was hitting her g-spot every time he entered her and it wasn't long before she reacted to such treatment, moaning loudly into his mouth as her body convulsed around him. He poured his seed into her waiting depths and kept thrusting until he couldn't go any longer.

They slid to the floor, still attached and panted heavily, the water streaming over them, and adding to their sated state. Finally after several moments, House removed himself from her folds and stripped off his boxers. She followed suit, standing up to remove her thong. "I could get used to this," he informed her.

"You're going to have to," she replied with a grin.

House and Cuddy were a bit late for work, and Wilson was waiting impatiently for his friend in his office. "I need your help!" he told House. "Thirteen apparently thinks I'll leave her. I don't know what's come over her."

"Oh shit," House replied.

"What is it?" Wilson demanded.

"She's still sick. It wasn't just stress due to arguing with Foreman."

Wilson's eyes got as round as saucers as House exited the room. He followed his friend to get the team together. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know that yet," House replied. He spotted Foreman and let out a loud whistle. "Get over here. We have a new case!" Foreman grudgingly left the side of a busty blond by the coffee machine in the clinic and joined House and Wilson. "Where's Sundai?" House asked.

"In exam room 2 with a patient," Foreman replied. "What's going on?"

"Tell her to finish up and meet us in the differential room," House told him. "Thirteen's getting worse."

"Her Huntington's?" the neurologist asked.

"Nope…something else."

A/N:

Working on a few different things right now and I'm planning on updating soon, but don't be upset if I don't get to. College waits for no (wo)man…or in this case House fan…