there you go: that boring symposium is finally over! so now, it's more than time for Cuddy to come back home, where someone is impatiently awaiting her...
yes, you understood me well... ;)

** CHAPTER 30 **

The third day, the day Cuddy was supposed to come back, had finally arrived.

Since House had crashed at Wilson's the previous night, he'd followed his timing and had arrived at the hospital early in the morning. The moment he'd stepped into the hospital, he couldn't sit still. He was literally pacing in every direction, impatiently, like a child who couldn't wait any longer to find the gifts under the tree, the morning after Christmas' eve.

Wilson had a busy day with a bunch of dying patients to treat which meant House couldn't even count on him to be distracted from the wait. He was alone to deal with a fizzling feeling that disturbed him beyond reason and no one to talk to about it.

Everything was under control with his patient as his team was dealing with all the medical aspects that had to be taken care of. House was not needed, so he literally had nothing to do to keep him occupied. He was alone in his office, all sorts of questions brewing inside in mind and no answers to soothe him: He didn't know her flight timetable and it confused him even more, not being able to guess if he could expect her to be here in the morning or in the afternoon… or even, just expect her to be here at all.

What if she'd decided to drive back home directly from the airport to get some rest after her trip? At some point in the middle of his excruciating and pointless mind processing, he finally started to think rationally again and decided he had to do something useful and constructive about it. And in order to do that, he knew exactly where to go.

He hastily took his cane and walked out of his office. Then he went to the elevator and down to the ground floor where he naturally ended in the clinic. He almost sighed in relief when he stood in the middle of the hall, surrounded by patients to whom he didn't even give a glance. He walked straight to the nurse's station and grabbed a handful of lollipops in the jar. He unwrapped one candy and looking childishly at the nurse, he conspicuously slid it in his mouth while putting the extra ones in his pocket. Then quietly smiling to himself, he headed toward Warren's desk.

When he saw him, Warren instantly stiffened in his chair. It was as if he could see trouble walking right toward him in the shape of a limping man, who was… beaming? The sight of Dr. House grinning jovially to him puzzled him even more. Warren didn't know House very well, but it hadn't taken a lot of time for him to understand that he was not your regular, smiling, nice kind of doctor. Seeing him like this felt unusual to him and the young P.A wondered what'd caused him to be in such a joyful state of mind.

House approached him and made himself comfortable, sitting on the corner of his desk.

"Hey Warren!" he greeted him cheerfully. "How are you this beautiful morning?"

Warren didn't want to lose time trying to understand the real purposes of that most unexpected, warm hello, but he knew there must have been something lying under it.

"Dr. Cuddy is not here," he instantly clarified in his most dismissing tone.

He wanted to let House know that he had no intention of getting tricked that easily again, in case he was secretly planning another weird and unnecessary break in to his boss' office, like he had the last time he was here.

"You know Warren, you're completely right!" House answered, still smiling, and sucking his lollipop loudly. "And that's exactly why I'm here."

Warren raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the spontaneous confession.

"I need to know when Dr. Cuddy's coming back."

"She's coming back today," Warren replied, treading carefully as he tried to guess where this was going.

House took a deep breath, mentally ordering himself to hold his sarcasm back. A slightly annoyed smirk flickered across his lips, but he managed to turn it back into a friendly grin quickly.

"I know she is Warren but, what I don't know is when. So, I figured that since you're her… assistant… or whatever… that's something you, on the other hand, would certainly be well informed of, am I right?" He leaned down and popped the lollipop out of his mouth with a loud, sucking noise.

"You mean you're not willing to go in her office?" Warren asked hesitantly.

House rolled his eyes and shot him his famous 'doh' face.

"Warren, Warren," he exclaimed, leaning toward him again, "why would I want to go in Dr. Cuddy's office if she isn't even here?"

He'd said it as if it were the dumbest and most improbable thing anyone in their right mind would want to do. He glanced at Warren's desk and noticed his notepad. He took it and searched for a pen.

"Here's what," he said, writing something on a sheet of paper and handing it over to Warren. "That is my beeper's number. I want you to page me when Dr. Cuddy comes back. It's important. We're talking about life and death issues, here. So, I really need you to do this. Do you understand me?"

Somehow Warren was so relieved to see that getting rid of House was so easy - and that it didn't involve any B&E in the process - that he took the piece of paper, smiling widely as he nodded his approval.

"Certainly Dr. House," he answered. "You can count on me: I will page you when Dr. Cuddy is back."

"As soon as she is," House clarified, narrowing his eyes, adding just the slight necessary threatening intonation to his voice.

"As soon as she is, of course," Warren repeated docilely.

House hopped off the desk and flashed him a plain satisfied smile.

"Very good, Warren," he said. "You're actually turning out to be a particularly useful assistant, you know. I'm sure Dr. Cuddy must be very satisfied."

Warren smiled proudly and his eyes sparkled with self-satisfaction.

God, this child is so naïve House thought, turning away to leave. I think I like him!

With a solution in hand, all there was left to do then was to wait. House returned to his office and sat at his desk. He laid his beeper on it, displayed in plain sight right in the middle and stared at it, hoping it would make it ring. But as it didn't, he tried to find other occupations. He played games on his computer, and then threw his giant red and grey tennis ball in the air for a while. He couldn't help fidgeting in his chair, but he tried to wait as patiently as possible.

Around eleven in the morning, he finally received a page, and he instantly snatched his beeper, his heart racing in his chest. He acknowledged the confirmation he was waiting for on the screen and smiled. The next second, he'd leaped to his feet, grabbed his cane, and was already whirling away.

On his way to Cuddy's office, he passed by Warren and gave him a thumb up without slowing down his pace. All the blinds in her office were closed and, as he stood outside the double French doors, House took a deep breath before twisting the doorknob and walking inside. He closed the door behind him, pushed the lock and spun round to face her.

He couldn't repress a fond smile at the sight of her, seated behind her desk, deeply absorbed in work. She was just as beautiful as he'd hoped she would be. Sensing a presence in her office, Cuddy finally tipped her head up and noticed him standing by the door.

"House, it's you!" she exclaimed both surprised and visibly enchanted to see him after the three long days she'd spent far away from him. "What do you want?"

House strode across her office, straight to her desk and walked round it to come by her side. He seized her by her wrists to make her stand up. When she did, he yanked her in his arms, wrapping them around her waist and holding her tight against him.

"I want you," he rasped, almost with a growl.

Cuddy's mouth fell agape, and he took advantage of it to lean down and kiss her. Ravenously, he thrust his tongue between her lips and the passionate urgency of his outburst sent her in a flutter. She almost lost her balance, but he firmly held her and after the first effect of surprise dissipated, she relaxed in his arms and gave in to his kiss. When he parted from her lips, breathing fast, she looked at him, with her lips wet and her eyes glistening.

"House, what are you d-"

"Shh," he whispered in her ear, as he buried his face in her neck, "don't say a word!"

He seized her by the hips and motioned her to turn around pushing her backward so she would sit on her desk. Without a word, he then hiked up her skirt and started climbing his way up to her panties. She gasped and seized him by the elbows, trying hard to pull his hands down.

"House, what the hell do you think you're doing?!"

He freed himself from her grasp and placed one hand on the small of her back to pull her into him. With his other hand, he covered her mouth to shush her and leaned down to her face, resting his forehead against hers.

"Lisa, pleeeeease," he drawled hoarsely.

She couldn't tell if it was because he'd called her by her first name or because of the way he'd so longingly begged her – or the combination of both – but Cuddy suddenly felt completely dizzy, as a giant wave of lust invaded her whole body and almost made her faint. His hand still on her mouth, House straightened up a little to study her face, and in her eyes, he read the confirmation that she was about to surrender to his desire and let go of herself.

"Don't worry," he murmured into her ear, "I locked the door."

He brushed her mouth with his hand, slowly sliding it down to her chin, testing her reaction. Cuddy opened her mouth and gaped, but stayed silent and he stared at her, his eyes hooded with lust. She tilted her head back to offer her neck to his caress and he stroked her windpipe with his palm, stopping at the hem of her shirt's collar. She arched her back and grabbed his shoulders. Feeling irrepressibly more and more turned on, she wriggled in his arms to come closer to the edge of the desk. House nuzzled her nape and gently rubbed his stubble against her skin, nibbling her earlobe playfully.

"How was your symposium?" he asked against the skin of her neck.

"I thought I wasn't allowed to talk," she answered breathlessly, stretching her neck higher.

He bolted up and looked her straight in the eyes in pure bliss.

"You're right. I don't give a damn about your symposium. I just want to have wild, hot sex with you on your desk right now."

She promptly adjusted herself and glared at him warningly.

"You're not serious, are you?" she said dismayed.

Her Dean of Medicine's mind was adamant about how utterly inconceivable that was. On the other hand, the woman in her really had a hard time convincing herself, or House, that it was inappropriate because, well, because it'd been three days and, right in that moment, there was no denying the fact that she wanted this as strongly as she knew he wanted it, too. House didn't fail to catch that slight hesitation in her gaze and that was all he needed to push it a little farther.

"Oh yes, I'm deadly serious! C'mon, you know you want this, you, naughty woman administrator!" he said assertively. "Stop protesting and let me do this."

He pulled the hem of her shirt out of her skirt and slid his hand under the fabric to caress her back. When she felt his touch on her skin, her hips violently bucked forward, and she seized his shirt to yank him to her.

House toppled forward but caught himself falling by firmly grabbing hold of her hips. He jubilantly gazed into her eyes and came close to her face again, possessively claiming her mouth. He nibbled her lips, licking them with the tip of his tongue right after, while he groped around for her shirt buttons and started undoing them one by one, without glancing at his hands.

When he was done, he hastily drew the shirt open and leaned in to kiss her collarbone. He trailed his way up her face, brushing her neck with his lips and sliding to the side, rubbing his jaw on her cheek.

"I've been thinking about you," he crooned. "I've been thinking about you day and night."

He pulled away a little and caught her staring at him with an astonished, albeit elated face. He flashed a mischievous smile at her and, without a warning, roughly palmed her breasts in his hands. Her mouth dropped open in surprise and he beamed at her.

"I didn't mean you," he said with a teasing voice, leaning down to her chest. "I was talking about the girls."

He gently pulled down her bra's straps along her shoulders to free her breasts and alternatively brushed them with the pulp of his lips.

"Has mommy been nice with you? Did she cover you decently or did you catch a cold in the draught of her wide-opened cleavage?" he said, talking directly to her chest.

He licked one of her nipples with the tip of his tongue, causing the rosy peak to erect under his caress.

"Ha, see?" he exclaimed joyfully. "This one looks completely frozen to me."

He bent over to suck it into his mouth again and Cuddy let out a quiet chuckle. She felt a delicious wave of pleasure run down her spine and gather at the center of her core. She stealthily thought about Bill then and how loutish he'd been with her, while what she was feeling, now, just at the sight of House boyishly nestling his face between her breasts was indescribable.

Yes, he was an unconventional man, even an unconventional lover but, oddly enough, none of it felt wrong. She felt her desire for him rise inside her body so strongly that she almost ached at the sensation.

"Oh Greg," she sighed yearningly, cupping his face in her hands to pull it toward hers.

House straightened up to look at her and suddenly there was not a trace of banter or childish games in his eyes anymore. Cuddy held his face in her hands and what she saw was a man, staring intensely at her, consumed with a carnal desire she instantly craved to satisfy.

Holding it back was no longer possible as she sensed every inch of her body awakening at the thought, the force of her arousal making it tremble in anticipation. She let her fingers slide to the back of his head and laced them behind his neck, staring intensely into his deep ocean blue eyes and imploring him to satisfy her now violent urge with a yearning gaze.

House instantly registered that look in her eyes and wasted no time giving in to her compelling command. Never letting go of her eyes, he put his hands on her thighs and slid them under her skirt, up to her groin, searching for the hem of her panties. She jiggled about impatiently until he finally hooked the waistband with his thumbs and promptly took them off. He offhandedly tossed them on the desk and hiked up her skirt higher to uncover her legs completely.

He rested his hands on her thighs and caressed them up and down until he covered her kneecaps and eagerly pressed his palms onto them to spread her legs open. Then he stepped in between them and wrapped one arm around her waist to bring her closer to the edge of the desk. She leaned in and kissed him, softly at first, just brushing her closed lips on his when, down against the bare skin of her lower abdomen she felt his hand reaching for his jeans' zipper. She barely registered the sensation of his erection nudge her wet slit before he pushed himself into her. Hard.

Their lips were still joined, and the sensation made them both gasp into each other's mouth at the same time. Their kiss became more violent and urging, their tongues dancing inside their mouths and unreservedly quenching their desire. House pressed both his hands on the small of her back, firmly preventing her from sliding backward onto the desk and he started shoving powerfully into her tight core, liberating a raw and brutal need within each of his thrusts.

Cuddy arched her sylphlike curves and threw her hips bodily into his manhood. She parted from the kiss, feeling the need to gasp for air and she grasped his back, holding forcefully onto him. Throwing her head back, she started to moan loudly and when she registered the sound, she jerked forward and shamelessly bit the round shape of his shoulder to muffle her cries onto his skin. House growled at the sensation and buried his face in her neck, breathing heavily along her pulse point and rubbing his nose against her skin.

"Your smell," he rasped with a smoky voice, as her intoxicating scent filled his nostrils, and a powerful wave of pleasure took hold of his senses.

Cuddy gasped at the sound of his voice and echoed his moan against his collarbone. She tightened her grip around his shoulders and stretched her neck even higher.

"Your kisses," she sighed almost inaudibly, closing her eyes.

House dived into her cleavage then, and she tilted back, placing her hands on the desk behind her to offer her chest completely to his kisses. Kissing and licking every inch of the round and smooth skin of her breasts, he possessively griped her ass cheeks and made her topple backward, changing the angle of her hips to allow him to penetrate her better. He slammed hard into her for a little while longer, faster, and deeper within each thrust, soon feeling the upcoming wave of orgasm about to carry him away.

Cuddy knew he was about to come. She recognized the signals his body was sending her, and she allowed herself to let go completely, giving in to the shivers and waiting for the spasms and the dizziness to take her with him. A violent orgasm struck them both at the same time and House wrapped his arms around her waist, yanking her up and squeezing her tight against him to hold onto her while his spine quivered. His hips started jerking erratically and he thrust into her a few more times, unable to tame the wave that had invaded their bodies, leaving them both panting in awe.

They waited until the sensation subsided and they finally stilled in each other's arms. Cuddy drew back and she gently caressed his hair, and then she nuzzled his neck, breathing heavily onto his skin. House slowly pulled out of her and relaxed his arms around her waist. He leaned down to her ear and nibbled her earlobe.

"You called me Greg," he said, the hint of tease in his voice impossible to miss.

Cuddy instantly felt another kind of shiver slowly pervade her.

"You called me Lisa," she replied without missing a beat.

House straightened and intensely peered into her eyes.

"You missed me!" he stated, with a mischievous smile.

"You mean, you missed me!" she replied, a large grin forming on her lips.

"Well, one of us sure did," he said, pulling her back into his arms and kissing the corner of her lips tenderly.

"Or both," she whispered.

"Both of us?" He chuckled. "Tutt! Where did you get that silly idea from?"

A/N

just wanted to say: next week, I probably won't be able to update as often as I am now... because I'm leaving for business matter in a place where I will have neither the time, nor the proper required technology to access the internet freely. :(

I'm not saying I won't post anything, but it might be complicated...

so, until the moment when we meet again with a new chapter, have a great time! ~ maya