Happy Sunday! Only a week again...I will try to keep that up ;)
She could not find the strength to turn and wave goodbye to Wilson as she unlocked her front door and slipped inside the quiet pitch black of her foyer. Placing her keys on the small table next to her, with more force than she had anticipated, she let out a long rattled breath before she moved any further.
Throwing her jacket next to her keys, she ripped the heels off her feet and allowed her emotions to take over as she made her way to her kitchen. Her feet padded quietly in the stillness of the night on the cold floor beneath. Not daring to turn on any lights as she went, it wasn't until she heard her Mother's voice from the corner of the kitchen did she remember that she was not alone.
"You're back…earlier than I expected." Arlene spoke, her spoon clinking against the side of the glass as she stirred some honey in her tea.
Cuddy was near the brink of tears until she heard her Mother's voice, so she instantly tried to compose herself, hoping her Mom wouldn't be able to see her distraught features in the darkness of the kitchen. She looked to the clock, "Its eleven-thirty Mom. What time did you expect me home exactly?"
"You're grown adults, you've been together before. I just assumed that you would slip back in sometime before Rachel awoke. Try to pretend you slept here."
She sighed, "I told you…we're taking it slow."
"Yes I remember." Arlene reached for a glass and poured her daughter some hot water without asking.
"Thanks." Cuddy spoke softly as Arlene placed a tea bag in the mug and carried them both over to the kitchen table.
She watched her Mother's movements, knowing without question that she had not fooled anyone, and scuffed her bare feet against the floor before she knew she had no other choice than to sit down and talk.
"What happened?"
"How do you immediately know something happened?" She sat down begrudgingly.
"Because I saw the way you looked at each other when you left here…and I heard you slam your keys on the table just now…alone."
"Terrific." Cuddy bounced her tea bag in her glass before she pulled it out and lifted the steaming tea to her lips. "Could we just…not talk? I'm not sure I have it in me."
Her Mother studied her quietly for a moment, "If that's what you want."
She rose abruptly, causing immediate guilt to claim Cuddy, and she was already overloaded on guilt for the evening. "Mom wait…I'm sorry."
Arlene halted her movements and placed her cup on the table, "I have an early train to catch, and Rachel wore me out to the brink of madness… I'm not going to force you into talking if that's not something you need."
"I…don't know what I need." She said honestly, fidgeting in her seat before she found the courage to continue. "House…figured out that…I came back early because I found out about his illness."
Arlene nodded slightly and sat back down across from her, "And?"
"And?" Cuddy furrowed her brow.
"Well he'll get over that."
"I…" Cuddy almost laughed at her Mothers certainty, "It's not that easy, you don't know House."
"Oh give me a break. I know exactly who that meshuga man is. He's a male version of me and, trust me when I say. He will get the hell over it."
"This isn't the first time I hurt him like this…I left before, and now he thinks-."
"Yeah, and how many times has he hurt you?" Arlene cut in.
Cuddy looked away; every fiber in her body was aching from the path the night had taken, "Millions."
"It works both ways…love is awful. "
"I realize love is complicated…but…I saw it in his eyes-"
"-What that he was angry, confused? Of course he was. What exactly did you expect?"
"Everything that I got." Cuddy admitted tiredly, "I just wish he believed that…all I want is to have another chance…show him how much I have always loved him."
Arlene studied her daughter, took in her anguish, "When you leave someone…" She paused, looking for the right words, "I know you're intelligent enough to realize that the fear of it happening again can be incredibly overpowering for someone…especially someone as egotistical as him, to trust it won't happen a second time."
"It won't."
"I'm not the one you have to convince of that."
Cuddy remained silent, her exhaustion taking over with each horrible thought that crossed her mind, "You know…on the way home, I realized I didn't even say that I loved him. Maybe I could have stopped him from leaving-"
"Wouldn't have mattered…actions speak louder than words ever could…"
She watched her Mother get up from her seat, as a bolt of familiarity overcame her from those simple words…something House had said almost verbatim the day that they finally were together. Instantly an idea formed in her head, and she rose quickly, "Mom…you're a genius." She half-smiled and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek.
"I always knew you would admit that eventually." Arlene crossed over to place her cup in the sink and padded back over to her daughter, "I assume I helped in some way."
"Yeah…I think you did. See you in the morning." Cuddy whispered with a renewed sense of energy before she disappeared down the hall to her bedroom.
Quietly shutting her door behind her she walked hurriedly to her closet and turned on the overhead light. Up above her clothes were dozens of different shaped and colored boxes, containing miscellaneous items from over the years, and she scanned quickly for one she was almost positive possessed what she was looking for. Finally her eyes made contact with what she needed and she pulled down a large round hat box, careful to not dump the contents on top of her head.
Emerging from her closet she walked to her bed and sat down with the box in tow. She switched on her bedside light and began searching for something that she wasn't even sure she still had. Piles of old notebooks, most of them barely still intact from years past, were pulled out and placed around her on the bed. She knew she had dated most every single one of her journal entries, so she began sifting through, scanning for anything that could have been around the date she was specifically looking for.
It had been a few years since she had kept any sort of journal, the ritual had been forgotten since she became Dean of medicine and no longer had the time, but she knew the kind of girl she used to be; one that always relied on the written word to convey her innermost thoughts when she hadn't the courage to say them aloud.
A small smile flitted across her lips as she pulled out an old black and white speckled journal with the date 1986 written in faint cursive on the cover. As she opened it up on her lap, her fingers instantly began looking for a very specific entry, one that she found almost by instinct as if a part of her remembered exactly where it was.
She read over what she had poured out of her soul decades before and ripped it out quickly, shutting off her light, she hopped down from her bed and made her way back down the hall. Throwing her shoes back on her feet and grabbing her keys, she opened her front door and slipped back into the night…
House's head was pounding as he woke abruptly from a dreamless alcohol induced sleep from the night before. He shifted on the couch and slowly adjusted his aching leg, lifting his body up with his arms he surveyed the room and began to piece together the night's events. The scotch bottle he had reached for immediately when he arrived home lay empty on the floor. Sheet music was spread haphazardly about, his guitar was upturned next to the coffee table, and he could smell a burnt pot of coffee from the kitchen, as he recollected trying to sober up a few hours prior…before he gave up and laid heavily down on the couch he was resting upon currently.
His eyes adjusted begrudgingly to the sunlight streaming through his side window, and he slowly turned around to look for his cane he thought he remembered placing somewhere by his front door, finding it exactly where he envisioned, he carefully arose and limped over to retrieve it.
It only took him a moment to figure out that there was something resting beside it; his eyes squinting towards the floor. A white piece of paper, folded into a square, sat next to the slit from under his door.
Something out of place…
His fingers brushed hesitantly against the paper once he picked it up, as if it might scald him, his mind raced with possible outcomes, as he tried to process whether or not he was ready to hear anything from her at all. Bringing the paper with him, he made his way to his bedroom and sat carefully down on his bed. His head still pounding he laid back against the pillows, where he planned on spending the remainder of this crappy day, and slowly he opened up to whatever she could possibly have to say…
He noticed how old the paper was instantly, the grain seemed faded and rustled nosily like it had been around for years. Her handwriting was familiar, but not somehow, more juvenile than what he was used to…
September 29th 1986 was scrawled boldly across the heading.
He released a long breath, reaching for his glasses on his nightstand, he began to read…
Where to begin…
I'm not exactly sure what to make of anything at the moment. I feel as if my heart was blindsided by a force that I never knew could exist to this unforgettable extent…until last night.
House.
He drew me in from the moment I met him…something about his voice, his eyes…but it was more than that. He was challenging, and unabashedly cocky. Qualities that I would normally find off putting, I felt myself falling instantly for…and without any hesitations.
So I went looking for him, auditing a class I was never really going to take, immediately catching his deep blue eyes as I looked only for him across the crowd of students. Finding it incredibly ironic that I seemed to make him just as wonderfully flustered, as he had me.
His arrogance diminished instantaneously, something I can deduce was out character for him, fumbling over words, feebly trying to spy on me, too insecure to have any direct conversations.
He knew where I would be…I made sure he knew. My plan on sitting next to that predictable meathead frat boy and achieving an invitation to his pathetic party, within ear-shot of my secret admirer, played out perfectly…all I had to do was hold onto hope that he would take the bait…
I dressed only for him, standing in the center of the room, scanning for his handsome face…
He did not disappoint me.
We danced for hours. It's crazy, I've never done that with anyone, but it felt unbelievably right…everything about him makes my head spin.
Talking with him felt as if we had been friends our whole lives, it came naturally, and it came with seductive sparks. Something about him calms me, makes me surrender to my instincts; finally take my carefully orchestrated guard down…
No one else has ever come close.
I didn't want to leave his side, that much was undeniable. He is the most incredible man I have ever met…so overwhelming a sensation that I'm not sure I can ever properly give credence to the way it feels in my soul at this very moment.
I went back to his room, without any reservations, kissing him nearly dissolved me and I wanted more from him…I craved him.
The same intensity that I felt within myself, I saw emanating from his eyes back at me, and I spent the night utterly enrapt with him…
Every fiber of my body had to fight to leave this morning. Kiss him on the cheek and place my number on his desk…
Stopping to look at his sleeping form one final time…
Knowing in my heart, that…I already loved him.
Is that even possible?
House finished reading silently, his eyes scanned to the last bit of script at the bottom of the page, fresh ink that was smeared before it had time to dry…
Tangible Proof…when you're ready.
His hands grazed over her words one last time before he folded the paper back up, absently setting it by his side on the bed. His head pounded uncontrollably…and his mind raced with conflicting emotions.
Roughly he smashed the pillow behind his head with his fists, shifting his head back against it, tightly shutting his eyes to the now afternoon sun coming through his blinds.
As much as his heart ached to go to her, to give into the intense sensation of wanting to hold her in his arms after hearing the love she carried for him for half her life…his mind was screaming to remind him of his painful insecurities.
Her words had been spoken about a man that no longer existed; they were innocent, sentimental and honest. But spoken before the last twenty years, before his leg, before the drugs, before life took him down a dark path.
A path where he repeatedly stomped on the love she held for him since that unforgettable night.
They couldn't live in a bubble where the past could be forgotten, years of pain and heartache were always going to be there. Weigh on her soul, take it's ever present toll, and she would run away all over again.
"Ring…"
House heard his phone sound softly next to him.
"Ring…" He looked to it…
"Ring…" The caller ID read Foreman. Someone neutral, someone that would have a means to distract him from making any decisions, from dwelling on the image of her all day…
"Ring-" He answered.
"Tell me you have a case." House reached for the aspirin and stale water to wash down a little hangover relief.
"Uh…I have a case." Foreman hesitated at his boss's unaccustomed eagerness. "Newborn was dumped off in the alley by the emergency room."
"I'll take it."
"You don't even have any details-"
"Only need one…babies can't talk back. See you in half an hour." He hung up abruptly and rose from his bed. Walking instantly over to his bathroom, he started a steamy shower and stripped his crumpled outfit off his body, his carefully ironed slacks fell to the ground, his sky blue button down shirt that he purposely picked because he knew it was her favorite, was removed by his hands…and not hers.
Her letter from decades before lay folded neatly, resting upon a pillow that once belonged to her…
With only Taub and Foreman as his team members, the rest of the day was spent in and out of the NICU, trying to keep a baby alive with no medical history to go off of, as the newborn's mysterious illness threatened to take her life.
It wasn't until the early hours of the morning did House finally come up with a plausible explanation, leaving Foreman to start the treatment while he attempted to close his eyes in his office for the first time in twenty hours, not having the energy to make it home.
"House!" Forman barged into his office dripping with sweat, and exhausted. "Why didn't you answer your page?"
House shook the fuzziness away and opened one eye to his employee. "You look like hell."
"Well maybe because the antibiotics we gave for the infection we thought she had, made her heart stop beating. I just spent the last hour bringing her back, except now we still have no idea what-"
"Then it has to be it myasthenia gravis. It's the only option that fits."
"We ruled that out because her thymus test showed no abnormalities. Not to mention the fact that it's a disease that affects one in three million people."
"Well she's a very rare little dying girl. If we manage to cure her maybe she should play the lottery. We need a muscle biopsy to confirm."
"I don't think you heard the part where I just spent the last hour shocking a newborn back to life. She's not stable enough for anything-"
"Is she stable enough to die, because frankly at this point it comes down to taking the risk or unhooking her now. I'd hate to think that all that sweat was for nothing."
Foreman sighed heavily and wiped the moisture from his brow. "Fine…but I'm not doing anything until you clear it with Wilson."
"Who is in charge here?" House emerged from his recliner and spoke sarcastically as he limped out of his office.
He continued to rub the sleep away from his face gruffly with his hands as he rode down the couple of flights. Having only slept a small amount of hours in a rather uncomfortable position, he was finding it hard to function normally as he blindly turned the knob on Wilson's office and stepped inside.
"I need consent-" He paused…
…And she looked up from her desk.
Cuddy was sitting down facing him, a pen poised in her hand, her laptop open as if time had stood still; and she had never left.
House's mouth gaped open, "My what pointy looking breasts you have today Wilson." He stared at her, not knowing exactly what he was feeling about this new abrupt occurrence.
"All the better to distract you with." She replied casually, mimicking his red riding hood quip. Trying to make him smile…but he only stood stoically still, his eyes revealing that he wasn't ready to forget.
"I thought you weren't coming back yet."
"Well I wasn't, but Rachel wanted to go back to school so…I spent yesterday getting her enrolled and she started this morning…" She fidgeted in her seat, "I figured I might as well put Wilson out of his misery." She weakly offered.
"Well super." House replied robotically, "So I see you are choosing to ignore my request for space."
"I…" She hesitated, "I'm only back to work…I'm not expecting anything-"
"Back to work…and coming over to my apartment to slip secret letters under my door-"
"Did you read it?" She rose up from her desk chair to meet his eyes, but did not move an inch further, knowing he was already poised to flee.
House studied her, his face was drenched in sadness; her words from years ago were still hard for him to swallow, to truly accept as having any relevance to them now. "Yeah…I read it." House swallowed the ache in his chest and immediately had to urge to escape from her beseeching eyes. "Can I be excused?" He gestured towards the door and shifted his cane.
Cuddy sensed his discomfort, sensed he was still processing…and she had already pushed too much just by being there. "What do you need consent for?" She switched to another familiar and less stressful dynamic for them both.
House sighed and squinted his eyes at her, "You know with Wilson, all I had to do was say pretty please."
"Well…Mommy's back, and she needs to be convinced before signing off on anything."
"I just need a small tissue sample from little orphan Annie."
"From where?"
"Her muscle…the bigger the piece the better, but I'll let you pick where from."
"And…you think that's a good idea considering the fact that she nearly died twenty minutes ago."
House furrowed his brow, "I see you already have your little spies in place to check in on me and my team."
Cuddy shook her head, trying to remain calm as he attempted to edge her on. "No…I just happened to be in that ward when she crashed." Cuddy put her pen down that she was fidgeting with on top of her desk and moved a fallen curl from her face. Every part of her wanted to go to him. Make some sort of connection so this uncomfortable stance he was taking would subside…and he would open himself back up to her again. "House…"
"Look, if you want this baby to wind up with a tag on her toe, that's up to you. A biopsy is the only way to confirm that she has myasthenia gravis. And I would hate for your first day back to involve a dead baby on your hands."
"Myasthenia gravis…are you sure—"
"No…not yet." He interrupted sarcastically, holding up the consent form, knowing he said the exact words to get her to cave. "So can I do it…pretty please?" He walked over and offered the page to her, as he saw her waver…biting her bottom lip.
She studied him for longer than he was comfortable with before she broke contact and reached out for the paper. Purposely brushing his fingers with her own, to at least have some small effect on him…remind him of how it felt to touch her skin.
She saw his reaction, his eyes flashed with longing, it was unmistakable, and she signed the consent quickly and held it out for him to take. "There."
House looked away from her searching eyes and quickly grabbed to paper, "Thanks." he mumbled as he turned away, walking to her office door without looking back.
It was late in the evening before House was able to leave the hospital. The baby's Mother was brought into the ER with slightly different symptoms, causing him to scrap the biopsy and start from scratch. Finally coming up with an infection diagnosis that fit them both, House limped exhaustedly to his motorcycle where he had parked it nearly two days prior.
The drive home was uneventful, but without a case to solve, he felt his anxiety flood back into his mind, that he so blissfully had the chance to ignore for the last day and a half. Having successfully avoided Cuddy for the remainder of the time he spent at the hospital. Although he knew that a part of that was her merely giving him his space, he felt her creep back into his brain the moment he was void of any distractions.
He pulled up, parking in front of the steps leading up to his front door, and grabbed his cane, immediately noticing that he had unwanted company waiting patiently for him with a brown paper bag resting by his side.
"I don't want any girl scout cookies." House spoke as he approached his annoyingly persistent best friend.
"Oh well…you see these cookies have fortunes in them…and some boxes even contain chicken and rice." Wilson rose from the stoop and held up the Chinese food take-out like a ticket to be let inside.
"Fine…" House limped passed him and opened the door, "But only if there are dumplings in one of those boxes."
"Who are you talking too?" Wilson replied with a smile as they both stepped inside House's apartment.
House dropped his body down on the couch heavily and threw his cane on the floor, causing a loud clink to sound around them.
"That good of a day, huh?" Wilson pried open the dumplings and handed them to House.
"Does this Chinese food come with the pretense that we also need to talk?"
"Uh…no." Wilson reached for the orange chicken and chop sticks. "But…"
"Here we go." House said with a mouthful of food.
"I can sense that you perhaps need to get some things off your chest."
"Yeah…you're unbearably annoying." House replied sarcastically. "Oh my God, you're right! I feel much better."
"You see I was thinking more along the lines of what you've been avoiding for the last couple days."
"You mean my hemorrhoids? " House set down his dumplings and grabbed the chicken out of Wilson's fingertips. "Don't worry I picked some medicine up at the drug store on my way home."
"How long are you going to ignore her?"
"Oh it just makes my heart tingle knowing that you two have each other to talk to again." He said vehemently, shoving another bite into his mouth, finding that his stomach was slowly losing interest in any food, as the topic of conversation veered into a territory that he did not want to enter.
"She's my friend."
"Yeah…thanks for giving your other friend the heads up that she was coming back to work by the way."
"Sorry." Wilson replied honestly, "I got caught in a meeting. I was going to tell you."
"Well…it's the thought that counts." House's frustrations were beginning to escalate, as he got up from his couch.
"Wait." Wilson knew he was losing him, "I brought beer too." He offered and reached in the bag, pulling out two bottles of House's favorite.
House sighed and gingerly sat back down, "You trying to butter me up?"
"I'm just…trying to ease your stress."
"Does that mean a hooker is on her way too?"
"Uh…no. I figured you had enough lady problems to handle at the moment." Wilson watched as House popped open both bottle caps against the side of his coffee table. "Thanks." He took a long sip. "You can't ignore her forever." He repeated.
"It's been two days, I don't think that constitutes 'forever'." House swallowed a large amount of beer and set his bottle down.
"Despite how it may appear…she came back to you. Something that you spent the last few months wishing for." He sighed, "You got your wish House."
"Yeah…this is exactly what I wished for. A brain tumor and a woman that couldn't bear to commit to me until she figured out that I'm not sticking around for as long as she originally thought. It's all my dreams come true!" He said mockingly, rubbing his thigh vigorously with his hand.
"I know it's a mess. But you love her…with everything that you are going through…isn't that the only thing that truly matters now?" Wilson shifted and placed his beer upon the table, waiting for House to respond but only to find him unable to meet his eyes, staring at nothing. Seemingly lost in thought.
"House…are you listening?" Wilson asked quietly.
"She doesn't love me enough…if I live through all of this…"
"You can't predict the future…maybe…things will work out."
"Yes. Maybe my ridiculously twisted life will finally work out the way I always dreamed since I was a little girl." He spat back, getting up aggressively from the couch.
"I'm not saying that the world is full of unicorns and fairytales, but you can't ignore the one person you desperately need in your life. And she needs you too House! You are just too angry and scared to truly see what she feels for you."
"Thanks for the Chinese. You can let yourself out." House replied robotically moving towards his bedroom door, trying to avoid talking any further.
Wilson sighed and shook his head. He knew that House had heard enough, and was past the point of listening to what he had to say. So he stayed in his spot, not bothering to press him, and began closing up the boxes of food.
House shut his bedroom door, and leaned his back against it. Hoping that the uneasy conversation would subside so he could continue his pursuit of absolute disregard to anything his heart was aching for. He took a couple calming breaths before he crossed over to his bed.
It wasn't until he rested his head amongst his pillows and turn to his side did he see a familiar old white piece of paper resting exactly where he had left it.
On top of the pillow…her pillow.
Instantly the image of her head laying upon it, looking lovingly at him, like so many times in the past, filled his head without any chance of reprieve. He could see a small smile on her lips, the curve of her addictive body barely hidden under his sheet. Her skin glowing the way it always did…her eyes would sparkle as he ran his fingers softly down her arm.
House shook his head against it, before realizing that all he wanted in that very moment was not a vision of her from a distant memory…he needed so much more…
He rose quickly and opened his bedroom door, hobbling past Wilson as he was positioned to leave himself. "Good work." House spoke as he grabbed his keys and cane off the floor.
"I…okay." Wilson fumbled. "Where are you-"
The sound of the door shutting before he could finish his sentence told him precisely the answer to his question. And he smiled to himself, holding out hope that the two of them could finally figure things out.
Cuddy shifted uncomfortably in bed, her eyes tightly shut, even though she knew without question that sleep was not going to come to her quite so easily tonight. She had waited up for him…stupidly thinking that he would resolve his fears enough to come to her. Tell her he believed that all she wanted was another chance.
Her eyes welled instantly as she tried to process an alternative outcome, one where he could never give in to her again, and one where they continued to live a part. It was an overwhelming thought, and one that she adamantly pushed away…determined to find some other way back to him…she could never give up.
A soft tapping against her window pane, startled her instantly from her thoughts. She listened carefully as it faded, thinking she had imagined it, she sat up anxiously and waited for it to begin again…
'Tap…tap…tap…tap' the sound was unmistakable now, and her heart leapt as she threw off the covers, knowing without a doubt who it would be.
He was wet from fallen rain, his hair messed against his scalp, but she could see the intensity in his features as she opened up the glass to reveal him fully. Neither of them spoke as they took each other in, Cuddy held her breath, waiting for him to give her a sign as to why he was truly there. She had already pushed him too much…and she was terrified to do it any further…
He stayed locked in her gaze for a long time, his resolve falling around him in pieces as he understood without hesitation that he wanted to feel her against him. He needed her…
"I don't want to take things slow tonight." House spoke in nearly a whisper, his eyes pleading for her to let him in.
She backed slightly away from the window, allowing him the space to climb inside; watching his silent understanding from her simple movement, and his legs slowly find their footing into her dark bedroom.
"Okay." She spoke softly, her heart aching to be swept away by him. It was the only thing that mattered to her now.
And it was only a matter of seconds before she got her wish…
His hands reached out for her instantly, trapping her feverishly against his body. His lips hungrily pressed against hers, in a kiss that pulsated sensationally through her as she wrapped her own arms tightly around his strong back. Their tongues met, kissing each other as if it were the first time they had ever given into the impulse. Cuddy moaned as his lips sent waves of desire shooting through her core, it was all it took to send her to a near climax as she felt his hands grasp her ass, pulling her up to straddle him as he carried her to the bed a few feet away.
He placed her down on top of the rumpled comforter, even though the fire raged within him to take her back into his arms, he wanted to savor the moment. His eyes roamed over her body, taking every inch of her in as he stripped off his jacket, and kicked off his shoes, water fell in droplets from his hair onto the floor beneath his feet.
He watched as she slipped her thin white tank top over her head, her breasts spilling out as she sat up in bed and reached her hand back up to him, pulling his shirt over his head and pressing her skin to his, their eyes connected for a moment before she began to kiss his lips urgently once again.
The taste of her breath sent erotic waves through House as he grabbed the back of her head to devour her lips further, his hands weaved through her raven black curls, and the faint traces of her perfume engulfed him.
He felt her hands move to his belt, unraveling it from its hold without taking her lips from his, her fingers swiftly undoing the button and releasing the zipper before pulling the fabric down his thighs. He could feel her hand press delicately against his scarred limb as he finished what she had started and removed the remainder of his clothing. Her lips began trailing down his neck, pressing against his collarbone…his chest. Leaving delicious wet trails as her tongue tasted his salty skin.
Cuddy raked her nails along his back, while her other hand trailed down his stomach past where her lips were positioned, grabbing a hold of his length that had been tantalizingly pressed up against her body. She encircled him with her hand, hearing his responding moan, as she pressed her lips just below his belly button, lingering there as the taste of his skin was so incredibly comforting and arousing that she knew she could become lost kissing his body for hours. Then she felt his softly grasp her arms, pulling her up to meet his gaze and she paused her actions and gave into what he wanted.
His eyes spoke the words that he thought he could never properly give her as he found himself instantly lost in the depths her stare. His hands came up and cupped her face, he could see her eyes glisten as he leaned into her and placed a soft kiss upon her flushed lips. Pulling back he saw her questioning look, but he only kissed her softly again before her pulled away to study her once more, tracing his fingers tenderly across her cheek.
Cuddy pressed her hands against his, trapping him to her cheeks, sensing his ache, sensing he needed more from her. Slowly she brought his hands from her face and held them between their bodies. She found his eyes with hers, still kneeling in front of him on the bed. "I love you." She whispered, connecting into his eyes so that he could know without any hesitations that that was the ultimate truth. She brought one hand up and caressed his face, "I love you," She whispered once more and placed a kiss upon his lips. "I love you," she spoke against his lips, grazing his mouth just barely before she pulled back to search his eyes.
He stood perfectly still, lost in her words, finally allowing them to enter into his heart... Trust them…His eyes moistened without his consent, but he didn't try to mask them, he needed to let go…and he did…
He engulfed her in a kiss, clinging to her desperately, showing her how strong his love was for her in return. She pulled him down on top of her. His hands found the hem of her underwear and pulled them down swiftly before he settled his body into the intoxicating curve of her own. Her thigh wrapped around him, his hand trailed down the length of her leg, running across her hip, eyes never leaving the depths of hers as he finally entered her.
Their bodies molded together, an undeniably perfect fit, grasping to one another as the waves took over, lost in the sensations…
House found her lips once more as he felt her climax build, his own threatening to spill forward with each thrust; her fingers pulled him even deeper into her, urging him to stay glued along the length of her body. They moaned into each other's mouths, smothering the sounds as their lips crushed permanently together…the waves of desire overtaking them both and the world melted away…
okay so this is my first time writing anything resembling extra descriptive love making...hope I passed the 'smut' test! Tried to keep a modest balance...please let me know if I did it justice...or if it was not enough... :)