new chapter, where you'll find out what "taking a bath" means in Huddy world... (M-rated chapter ahead! - obviously)

** CHAPTER 14 **

The sound of the flowing water had stopped, and Cuddy entered her bedroom, feeling both apprehensive and a little excited to find out what House had set up for her. She stood at her door and turned her head to her right. There on her bed, she saw his cane next to his leather jacket. At the sight of them, she felt a twinge tickling her womb. The bathroom was across the room, facing one side of her bed. The door was ajar, and steam was spreading from the inside out, leaving a misty cloud in front of the entry. She walked closer and called gently.

"House, are you in there?"

Instantly, his head popped out of the steamy room, the rest of his body hidden behind the doorframe. He beamed at her, then caught her hand in his and yanked her inside. She fell into his arms, instinctively placing her hands in front of her not to lose her balance and came in contact with his bare chest.

"You're not wearing any clothes!" she exclaimed.

"Yeah, I know it totally lacks originality, but I figured it'd be more convenient to be naked if I wanted to take a bath."

Cuddy smiled and caressed his chest with her palms, leaning forward to rub her nose against his pecs, and inhaling his intoxicating, musky body scent. She sighed voluptuously and rested her cheek against his torso, facing the bathtub. Her mouth fell agape when her eyes registered the mess in front of her: There were soap bubbles everywhere, extending beyond the rim of the tub in thick foam. She let out a throaty laugh.

"Oh my God, you've poured the entire bottle in it, didn't you?"

"Oops, sorry, couldn't help it!" he said with mock guilt.

She felt suddenly overwhelmed and guilty herself, but for real. When House had gone to her bathroom saying he wanted her to take a bath, Cuddy had immediately realized the implied reference to their misunderstanding the previous night. And she felt terrible. Unconsciously, she squeezed him tighter and cuddled herself in closer, burying her face in his chest.

"House, about last night… I didn't know-"

"Tutt! Don't mention it," he cut her off before she could finish her sentence.

She tilted her face up and caught a fleeting glimpse of hurt in his gaze, which instantly dissipated when he added: "Now you're here. We're here. And the water's getting cold. So, take your clothes off and join me in that awesome bubble bath pronto!"

He let go of his embrace and carefully sank into the hot water. Then he sat down opposite the faucets and stretched his legs, leaning his back against the tub and sighing in bliss.

"Hmm, now you don't want to miss that! Temperature's just perfect."

Cuddy looked at him and grinned.

"Come on, hurry!" he ordered. "I want you to get your pretty little tush in here!"

Without being asked twice, she bent and took off her socks. As she started undressing, she felt House's intense gaze on her, studying her every move while she got rid of her clothes. She grabbed her cardigan and tee-shirt and slid them over her head. As she did, she caught him intensely staring at her, his head tilted to the side, his eyes narrowed, deeply focused on her, while he was unconsciously biting his thumb nail, mesmerized by the vision of her half-naked body in front of him.

"You like that, don't you?" she said, aware of his craving eyes on her, but undeniably relishing the attention.

"Get rid of the lower part and I'll give you my answer," he replied, waggling his eyebrows knowingly.

She rolled her eyes, beaming, and in one quick motion she slid both her pants and panties down to her ankles. She stepped over the heap of clothes and came close to the tub.

"Move!" she commanded, assessing the water with her toes.

House sat up straight and made room for her in the tub. She eased herself down into the warm bubble bath and sat, facing him, curling herself into a ball in the opposite corner. As she wrapped her arms around her legs to leave him as much space as she could, he looked at her with wide eyes and seized her by the arm to pull her to him.

"Are you kidding me? There's no purpose in doing this if you're sitting a mile away from me," he said disapprovingly, while he motioned her to turn her back to him and lean against him.

"But your leg?" Cuddy inquired worriedly.

"Don't play the doctor with me. My leg's fine. Now come here and just relax!"

She complied and let him guide her between his legs, while she leaned back to rest against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her waist and placed his forearms crossed atop her hips. Feeling the warmth of the water caressing her skin, she completely loosened up and rested the back of her head on his collarbone, closing her eyes and breathing in deeply.

"You're right," she said with a sigh. "I wouldn't have missed this for the world."

After a perfect, quiet moment during which they both almost drift off in each other's arms, House grabbed a sponge on the edge of the tub and infused it with soap. Gently, he brushed her shoulders with it before trailing lower and drawing foamy circles on her skin, teasingly insisting on her most ticklish parts. Cuddy wiggled in the water, each of her movement increasing his desire as she unconsciously rubbed the small of her back against his lower abdomen.

She splashed water at his face, and he covered hers with foam, sculpting a beard on her chin and they laughed like two carefree children until they went quiet again, aware of their nude bodies touching under the water. Sighing in bliss, House placed the sponge back on the tub's edge and enfolded her closer to his chest.

She felt his lips brush the top of her shoulder and she stretched her neck to invite his mouth there. Soon, he started kissing her pulse point and the shell of her ear, while his hands fondled her sudsy skin from her shoulders to her breasts. She moaned and pushed with her feet against the tub to rise up between his legs.

One of his hands slid down to her lower abdomen and she imperceptibly arched up, biting her bottom lip, and covering his hand with hers. She laced her fingers with his and guided them to her sex, slightly spreading her legs to let him reach her core.

With her hand still covering his, he brushed her slit with his fingers, and she surrendered to his caress, lolling her head back to rest against his upper chest. His fingers gently parted her folds, and he began stroking her clit in slow, round motions. Waves of pleasure rippled through her, sending pulsating spasms to her womb, eliciting a low moan from her.

"Yes," she pleaded yearningly, lifting her free hand over his shoulder, and winding her arm around his neck.

The water was deliciously warm, and it made Cuddy feel light in the tub, as she floated against House in orange blossom soap bubbles. Perfect stillness, warmth, delightful scents, everything was an invitation to idleness and lust, and she was more than willing to give herself in to the feeling.

Soon, she made him stroke faster and harder, guiding his hand deeper between her folds, her toes curling on the edge of the tub as she felt the promise of her upcoming orgasm gather inside her core in little jolts. The movements of his finger on her clit were already making her shudder, but wanting to increase her pleasure even more, he pushed his middle finger inside the part of her that he found was undoubtedly aching for his touch.

She gasped loudly at the sensation and bucked her hips, finding a perfect angle for him to slide deeper inside her. Strongly tightening her grip around his neck, she could feel his hard erection pressing against the small of her back, telling her that he was enjoying this as much as she was.

"Oh God, yes," she moaned louder, sucking on her bottom lip.

Suddenly overwhelmed, she squeezed her thighs shut and imprisoned their intertwined hands, holding him inside her as she felt the quivering ripples of her orgasm crash inside her. When the last spasm shook her core, making her back tense against his chest, she gently motioned him to stop moving.

All her muscles finally relaxed, and she turned around in the tub to face him, aligning her body with his in the water and propping herself up on her hands astride his chest. He stretched his legs beneath her to welcome her on top of him and she leaned toward his face, taking his mouth in a quick, thirsty kiss, before hopping off the bathtub.

Still stretched out in the tub, House stared at her in awe and curled his fingers around his shaft, unashamedly stroking his erection up and down its length, making his desire for her perfectly conspicuous. Her body dripping with soapy water, Cuddy looked at him with craving eyes.

"Get your ass outta here before you get all washed out and useless!" she teased.

He rolled his eyes, then looked at her with mock indignation.

"What, so this is just about sex!" he quipped, referring to her earlier comment.

"Shut up and get out of the tub!" she said, grabbing a towel.

He did and she handed the towel over to him. He dried himself quickly and then came close to her. Facing him, Cuddy leaned against the cabinet behind her. They locked eyes and without a word, House used the towel to dry her, gently sweeping her arms with it, one after the other. Then he brought the towel to her chest and slowly brushed her breasts with the fluffy cotton fabric. Still staring into her eyes, he proceeded to her belly and patted the towel on her hips. She sent him a longing stare and turned around, bending slightly over to offer him her back.

He leisurely rubbed the towel on her wet skin, starting with her shoulder blades, then tracing the line down her spine, and she arched, following his movement, involuntarily grinding her ass against his groin. His breath hitch and he instantly moved closer to wrap his arm around her, placing his hand flat on her midriff and pulling her into him demandingly.

Her eyes fluttered shut and she tilted her head back against his collarbone. In the mirror above the washstand, he caught the reflection of their entwined bodies and was mesmerized by the gripping vision: She was so enthralling, naked inside his arms, her body pressed against his. Feeling the intensity of his gaze on her, she opened her eyes, and, through the mirror, they stared at each other, spellbound by the eroticism of the image.

He let the towel drop to the floor and raised his hand to envelop the crook of her neck. Without taking his eyes off of their reflection, he moved his hand along the line of her larynx, down to her collarbones then up to her chin again. Then he gently motioned her to turn her head to the side until their mouths could meet. Both riveted to their appealing image reflected by the mirror, they started kissing sensually.

She could feel his erection pressed against her lower back and she spread her thighs, then groped around behind her to reach for his hand before guiding it to her clit. He stroked her lasciviously a few times but quickly pulled away to take his erection in his hand. He positioned himself between her folds and eased himself into her in one slow and voluptuous thrust.

She held her breath and her jaw went slack when she felt him sheathed deep inside her, the sensation sending quivering waves inside her belly. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her against him, then he leaned forward and motioned her to bend over with a light pressure of his body on her back. Straightening up, he began moving in and out of her slowly, his pace torturously deliberate, while his hands caressed the sides of her hips and the curves of her ass. She grabbed the edge of the washstand for leverage, and he drew in closer, greedily biting the round shape of her shoulder, and shooting a quick glance at the mirror to spy on her reaction.

She gasped out his name and stretched her neck, and her head leaned back against his collarbone. Turning her face to the side, she started kissing him softly at first, then more avidly and voraciously and he clasped her hips firmly and began to thrust faster and deeper inside her, steadily pumping in and out of her, and deliciously rubbing her tight, glistening walls. Carried away by the shameless, intoxicating rhythm of their carnal dance, she started panting underneath him while, in turn, he recognized the signs of his imminent release as he felt it pervade his body.

Without a warning, he pulled out of her and promptly spin her round so she would face him again. Meeting his gaze, dark with desire, Cuddy's eyes widened with yearning expectation, and she swiftly adjusted herself to her new position. House dived in to kiss her and seized one of her thighs to hook her leg around his hip, making her sit on the edge of the washstand behind her. Then, in one hard shove, he pushed himself back inside her and she instantly reached out for his shoulders clinging to him as she wrapped her other leg around his waist to anchor herself to him.

Despite him standing up and the pain in his leg threatening his balance, for another minute or two, he gave it to her, unrelentingly, high on the energy she was breathing inside him with her perfect body, and the way it was responding to his feel inside her with such unashamed abandon.

Soon, each one of his thrusts inside her started squeezing a deep groan in his throat, until he could no longer take it and he surrendered to the quaking ripple of his orgasm. When the overpowering feeling took hold of him, he clenched his jaw and clutched her hips with a bruising grip, while he climaxed, spurting his semen inside her core.

Cuddy came right after him, her sex tightening around his shaft in pulsing waves that almost did him in. House's head fell loosely backward, and she leaned to his neck, smothering him with kisses, greedily nibbling his flesh and silently screaming with her spontaneous outburst all the words she didn't dare to speak yet.

A/N

Hi everyone!

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