new chapter, where the key word is: 'unwind' because time has come for House and Cuddy to release the tension and have fun, don't you think?

** CHAPTER 64 **

The cool breeze hit their face as soon as they stepped out of the unfamiliar hospital. Cuddy shivered and House instinctively wrapped his arms around her shoulders to bring her close to him. She let herself go in his embrace and he promptly hooked his cane's handle to his forearm to free his hand and enfold her completely. She snuggled up in his chest and he caressed her hair gently.

"You ok?" he asked, knowing her too well to take her previous shudder only as a sign that she was cold.

She inhaled slowly through her nose and tipped her head up to meet his gaze.

"Yeah, I'm ok," she said unconvincingly.

House held her chin up with his thumb and narrowed his eyes at her to study her face. She was bravely sustaining his inquiring gaze, a sheepish smile drawn on her perfect lips. Her eyes were a bit watery, and he couldn't pretend he didn't see it. It took him a lot of self-control not to yield to an irrepressible need to question her, but he repressed it and leaned down to put a soft kiss on her pouting mouth instead.

"Alright," he said. "Let's go then."

He let go of her and decidedly marched toward the bike. She stayed rooted to her spot for a split second, looking a little baffled, but promptly caught him up.

"You don't believe me," she told him as soon as she joined him.

"Nope!" he answered, as spontaneously as it was evident for him, "But you know what?"

"What?" she asked, short of breath.

Cuddy was already wondering how much energy it would cost her if Gregory House, the truth hunter, were to decide that he wanted to find out what she was hiding to him. Because she had no explanation to give him. If he asked her more specific questions about how she truly felt, she wouldn't know how to answer them. She was fine, House was here, and everything was objectively great. No, really, she had no rational explanation to give.

He stepped closer to her and cupped her face in his large hands.

"It doesn't matter," he said with a cryptic smile. "Because I know exactly what you need to feel better."

"I don't need to feel better," she stubbornly protested. "I'm fine."

"No, you're not! But that's ok," he said, still cradling her cheeks inside his palms. "What you feel now is only a natural reaction: There's no threat to face anymore. The uncertainty is gone. You don't have anything to fear anymore. So, you don't know how to get rid of all the extra tension and stress you've felt these past couple weeks."

"I… but-" she stuttered, amazed by his perfect calm and reassuring logic.

"Shhh. I have the perfect remedy for you. Just hop on that bike and-"

Cuddy frowned when she understood what he was undeniably referring to.

"House, we're going back to my parents'," she warned with a steady voice.

"Nope! I think we gave enough of a show to your parents for the day. And since you're obviously in serious need of some relaxing belly-bumpin', I'm taking you to the hotel."

"Nuh-uh. My parents are waiting for us for dinner."

"In case you didn't notice, it's only three in the afternoon," he said, rolling his eyes. "Nobody's having dinner right now, except maybe in Europe, and even there, who knows what they're really doing anyway."

"But I still need to pack," she objected sheepishly.

Seeing how unconvincing she was, House stared at her with a teasing gaze.

"It's either that or I'll talk about sex all the time during dinner until you turn crimson red and wish to never see your parents again for the next thirty years."

Cuddy burst into laughter, already relaxing in his arms.

"Ooh, blackmail, Dr. House?" she said, arching her eyebrows in mock surprise.

"Yep!"

She took a step back and playfully looked him up and down, deliberately lingering her gaze in all the good places.

"Ok, cowboy" she said playfully. "But make it fast, because I don't want to be late for dinner, I'm already hungry-"

"Oh yes, you are," House said, with a suggestive smile.

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They headed toward Back Bay again. As they were riding through Boston historic downtown, House stopped the bike in School Street and took his helmet off, turning around and searching for her gaze with an inquiring look.

"What do you say?" he asked, pointing at the impressive and elegant porch of the hotel with his chin.

Cuddy smiled and squeezed his waist tighter.

"You booked a room at the Omni Parker House?" she said, visibly enchanted by his choice.

"Not yet. But I was thinking if we enjoy having sex there now, we could probably keep the room for the entire night. So, what's it gonna be Dr. Cuddy: Are you going to enjoy jumping my bones in this hotel, or do you want me to find another place?"

She smacked him on his shoulder blade, with a fake indignant look, but couldn't repressed the smile that irrepressibly drew on her lips. She loved the idea that taking her there was probably part of a well-thought-out plan, and that House knew her well enough to be sure that she would love the place.

He parked the bike and they walked toward the luxury hotel entrance hand in hand, pushing the sculpted bronze revolving doors and heading straight to the reception desk. A young woman approached and greeted them with an irreproachable smile.

"May I help you?"

"Yes, we'd like a room," House said with a beaming smile, winding his arms around Cuddy's waist and bringing her close to him.

She wriggled to set herself free, a little embarrassed, but he squeezed her tighter, possessively, and she stopped resisting, resting an elbow on the counter. The receptionist, who hadn't failed to notice the lack of luggage, frowned dubiously, but kept smiling the same perfunstory smile.

"Of course! How long do you plan to stay?"

The game was too tempting for House, and he couldn't hold himself back. He turned to Cuddy and conspicuously undressed her with a lustful stare.

"What do you say, pussycat?" he asked half-serious, half-playful. "You still look a little tense. I think you need two rounds, minimum."

Cuddy's eyes widened in shock, and she took a step back. Upon seeing her reaction, House's smile grew wider, and he returned his attention to the woman behind the counter, who looked totally flabbergasted.

"Not sure if that meant she wants more than two rounds or just one. What d'ya think?" he asked her, keeping an absolutely serious face.

"Sir," the receptionist treaded cautiously, not really knowing the best way to phrase it without risking being inappropriate, "Omni Parker House Hotel is not-"

Cuddy briefly buried her face in her hand and promptly straightened up, shoving House out of the way with an elbow kick to speak face to face with the girl.

"Please, excuse my husband. He has a terrible sense of humor," she blurted out without thinking. "Our flight is scheduled tomorrow, so we would like to book a room for the night."

"Yes, certainly. I'm sorry, Mr. and Mrs. ...?"

"Smith... Mr. and Mrs. Smith," Cuddy replied, saying the first name that sprung to her mind.

Beside her, she heard House stifle a cough and she clenched her jaw, refusing to turn her head toward him and risk meeting his eyes. She knew perfectly what kind of triumphant, mocking look he had most certainly plastered all across his face in that moment. The young woman nodded, unfazed, and checked in her register for a room that was available, before getting the matching key card, which she held out to Cuddy.

"Here, Mrs. Smith. Room 729. It's on the seventh floor. Elevators are right ahead of you, at the end of the hallway."

"Thank you," Cuddy said, taking the key and handing it to House. "Let's go," she added, shooting him a warning gaze in case he decided he wasn't done messing with her.

She started walking away from the counter, but the young woman called after her.

"Don't you have any luggage you want us to carry to your room?" she asked, sounding a bit concerned.

Cuddy froze and slowly turned around to face the receptionist again.

"No. I mean, not yet" she said, displaying her most confident smile. "We left it at, erm, my parents'. We're going there for dinner, and we'll be back-" She bit her lip and involuntarily cringed a bit. "I mean, my parents' and I are in very good terms," she felt the need to clarify for no reason. "We're only staying in this hotel because it's conveniently closer to the airport, but other than that-"

House had followed the whole scene from a vantage point, and he was staring so intently at Cuddy, it felt as if his eyes were about to pop out of his head. He grabbed her by the shoulders and yanked her away from the desk.

"Alright, alright, alright!" he said, holding back his laughter. "I'm not sure this young lady here needs to hear any more details about your parents or anything else, for that matter."

He glanced over his shoulder and shot a knowing look at the woman behind the desk, who was staring at them, appalled. Waving the key card in the air, he mouthed a thank you at her, while pressing his hand flat on Cuddy's back to set her into motion.

They hurried to the elevator doors, House perfectly keeping his cool, but once inside the car, he couldn't hold it back any longer: He broke into a fit of spontaneous laughter, the sound of it filling every inch of space around them.

"House, stop! This is not funny!"

The elevator reached the seventh floor and the door opened. Cuddy stepped out and started walking away from him, but House swiftly caught her by the wrist and held her back. Once outside the car, he pushed her against the nearest wall and leaned down to her neck, teasingly nibbling at her bare skin, just beneath her ear lobe.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Smith, but I think you're confusing me with someone else. My name is not House. It's Mr. Smith," he blew hoarsely against the shell of her ear.

"You're an ass," Cuddy said, freeing herself from his embrace and determinedly walking away into the maze of corridors ahead.

House quickly caught her up and grabbed her by the upper arm, making her stop again. A quick glance around him gave him the assurance that they were alone in the hallway, so he pushed her against the wall again and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"So, tell me Cuddy, why exactly are you heading to our room right now?" he challenged, sliding one hand underneath her cardigan, and possessively grabbing her butt with the other.

She gaped and he shamelessly took advantage of it to claim her mouth, sliding his tongue between her cherry lips to taste her. She kissed him back, greedily, for a little while until, without a warning, she jerked her head to the side and pushed him away from her. He straightened up and interrogated her with quizzical eyes.

"Because I want to take a shower," she said, walking past him and heading to their room again.

He looked at her, pacing away into the hallway, until she stopped in front of a door. He started walking to join her, taking all the time in the world, while savoring the sight of her impatiently thumping the floor and standing at the door with her arms crossed in front of her chest.

As he arrived, he stood behind her, his body almost touching hers, and she startled but didn't move. He rested his cane against the wall and placed his palms flat on the door on each side of her petite frame, leaning forward and enveloping her shoulders with his chest.

"You gave me the key, remember?" he whispered into her neck. "If you want me to open the door, you need to move aside."

She shivered and turned around, deliberately rubbing her body against his in the process. They ended up face to face, almost touching, and she looked up at him with a sensual smile, her warm breath brushing his Adam's apple. She kept staring at him, intensely, without moving, just breathing into his neck and it took less than a few seconds of her tantalizing body perfectly aligned with his to build the erection inside his pants. House couldn't hold it any longer and he squashed her against the door, crashing onto her lips and kissing her with demanding impatience.

When he pinned her against the door, Cuddy gasped inside his mouth, but soon, she let herself go, and gave in to the lustful urge that pervaded her. She moaned through his lips and her hands griped his biceps, while she rubbed her hips against his groin, and tugged at his shirt. House torturously broke away from their kiss and stared at her with a playful smile.

"Here," he teased, waving the key in front of her face, "if you need to take that shower, you can open the door yourself."

Ignoring the key, Cuddy threw her arms around his neck instead.

"Just open that damn door yourself or I'll rip off your clothes in the middle of this hallway."

"Rip off my clothes?" House repeated, grinning.

He groped around for the lock and slid the key card inside it to open the door before pushing Cuddy inside, snatching his cane on his way in. "Anything you want, sex maniac."

And he kicked the door shut behind him.

Once inside the room, they wasted no time and instantly reconnected. House dropped his cane on the floor and slammed Cuddy against the door to kiss her again, his hands ravenously kneading her body while she slid his leather jacket past his arms. His hands found their way under her shirt, and he pressed on the small of her back to squeeze her closer to his erection.

His desire for her became so forceful that he feared he wouldn't be able to control himself long enough. He stopped and drew apart, staring at her in awe. She was breathing fast too and there was no doubt that her desire was as ardent as his was. She cradled his jaw in her hand and stared at him yearningly.

"Take me," she demanded unashamed.

The sound of her voice, the burning desire in her eyes, the plain assertiveness of her smile, everything overwhelmed him all at once. He sucked in a sharp breath and dived in again, devouring her lips, cupping her face in his palms, and breathing heavily into her mouth. Cuddy was wriggling to get rid of her coat and House reached for her pants, unzipping them, pulling them down impatiently along with her panties, past her perfect ass.

She swayed her hips feverishly to make them slide along her legs, while he took care of his jeans' zipper, unable to wait for her move, his hard shaft aching inside his boxers. Simultaneously, while she gripped his shoulder for leverage, Cuddy bent her leg at the knee and took one of her boots off, then she seized the hem of her jeans, tugging unceremoniously at the thick fabric to slide her leg off. She was panting and stretching her neck while he was nibbling at her jugular, and she finally managed to free one of her legs out of her jeans. She leaned down to discard of her other boot and make it easier to finish undressing but, as soon as she moved away from his face, House compellingly yanked her up again.

"Geez, Cuddy, leave those goddamn shoes!"

She complied and straightened up again, and he cupped her jaw in his hands to bring her face up. He stared down at her, challengingly, and she hooked one of her legs around his waist. Sliding his hands off her face, he cupped her ass and squeezed her tighter against him. She bucked her pelvis forward to find the right angle and he pressed his rock-hard erection just above her folds, eliciting a lustful moan out of her, while a jolt shook her lower back and made her arch against him again. One of his hands skirted her firm, perfect ass and he grope around for his shaft in the space between them. He brushed past her wet slit and barely needed to tease her clit with his thumb to make her tremble in anticipation against him.

"House, please," she pleaded, her voice hoarse.

"Please what?" he whispered against the pulp of her lips.

"I need this. I want this… you. I want you-"

She tightened her grip around his waist with her leg, digging her heel into his ass and she rested her shoulder blades against the door, arching the small of her back higher. His hand was on her sex again, and he parted her slit, positioning the head of his cock between her folds. She gaped and then hummed lasciviously when he finally pushed his length inside her.

The position wasn't very comfortable, nor did it allow a deep penetration but his first thrust, hard and raw, still pinned her back against the door, letting her undoubtedly know how strong his desire for her was. House kept his hand under her thigh, maintaining her leg up but when he sensed she'd perfectly found a steady grip by herself, his hands found their way back to her face again. He enveloped her nape with his long fingers and buried his face in her neck, breathing heavily against her silky skin, while he tried to focus on the rhythm of his steady shoves.

She couldn't take his whole length inside her, but the angle was intoxicating all the same. The head of his shaft started hitting a spot inside her that sent tingling waves of pleasure up and down her spine in no time. After barely a few thrusts, she was already panting in ecstasy, elated by the power of their unadulterated desire for each other. She threw her head back and closed her eyes, resting her hands flat on the door on both sides of her hips and he nose-dived in her neck, kissing her pulse point, and grazing her burning flesh with his stubble. She clutched the round shape of his shoulders with her fingers and dug her nails deep into his flesh.

Her breathing became shallower and low, sensual moans escaped her lips and that's when House felt the urge to speed his pace, recognizing the unmistakable signs of her upcoming orgasm. He rammed inside her harder, and her back began to bang rhythmically against the door. The sound echoed in the room's entrance, mixing with the sound of her moans and his grunts. The faster he thrust inside her, the louder she gasped, and the raw carnality of it all sent him hurtling near the edge as well. He became aware that he wouldn't hold it much longer, but he still wanted to be inside her deeper before he'd come.

Without a warning, he promptly griped her ass cheeks and swept her off the floor, still buried inside her. She reacted instantly and wound her arms around his neck, encircling his waist with her other leg to steady herself in his arms. The new angle he'd created allowed him to thrust deeper inside her and when he did, she bit her lip to stifle a cry.

Even though she was not heavy, House's leg painfully jolted him back to reality, making him wince when a throbbing pulsating spasm coursed through his injured thigh. He couldn't let go of her, though, or give up, because there was no way he would allow his damned wound to ruin their pleasure in that instant. He swiftly turned around and spotted an ebony console behind them in the hallway, barely a few feet away, that looked steady enough to support their weight. He staggered along to head there, threatening to fall within each step.

"What are you doing?" Cuddy asked a little bit panicked by his sudden agitation.

"My leg," he simply said.

"Put me down," she told him. "You're gonna hurt yourself."

"No way!" he protested, "Just hold on to me."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his collarbone, while he stumbled for a few more steps and finally dropped her down on the wooden console, toppling on top of her, panting. He instantly steadied himself and grabbed her hips, unceremoniously pulling her pelvis to the edge of the console. Her head jerked back, and it hit the wall behind her, and she let out a throaty laugh, while he impatiently spread her legs open and pushed himself inside her again, deep. His length was wholly sheathed inside her wet core, and the incredible sensation squeezed a grunt in his throat. He clenched his jaw and locked eyes with her, placing one hand flat on the small of her back while the other enveloped the nape of her neck and then he resumed his thrusting.

They kissed. Greedily, feverishly, impatiently, they kissed, their tongues fighting a battle for dominance while their bodies rocked in sync to the rhythm of his hip sways. The orgasmic wave took hold of them both at the same time. Cuddy drew apart and pressed her palms on his torso, panting heavily and he shoved into her a few more times until he felt her walls tighten around his length, and she started shuddering in his arms. The orgasmic wave shook him next and spurted into her in jolts, making him freeze and throw his head back as his whole body welcomed the rapturous sensation. After the overwhelming feeling had gradually subsided, he found the strength to straighten up and they both stare at each other in awe.

"What was that?" she asked, still panting, and looking adorably disheveled.

"That was the relaxing remedy I promised you earlier, also called amazing quickie, if you prefer to refer to it by its exact name," he said, a roguish smile drawn on his lips.

A/N

I really want to take time to express a genuine thank you to everyone who reads this story or continue to add it in their list of favs. I cannot begin to express how grateful I am for your support, and the fact that that you still enjoy reading this story.

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