2012
A month after Reilly's surgery, Doctor Thompson cleared her to return to work. She wanted Reilly to wait about another month before assessing her ability to drive again.
Reilly stood in her closet looking at her clothes. It was warm so she chose a sleeveless blue dress with a full skirt. She hung it on the back of the closet door and then walked out into the bedroom. House sat in the middle of the bed smiling.
Reilly walked over to the bed and looked at him dubiously.
"I know that smile," she told him. "You want to do it now."
"It's not torture, you know," he said. "It's a beautiful act of love between-"
"I got that speech from Mom when I was sixteen."
House shook his head and a frown creased his face. "That old? Really?"
"I'm surprised she told me at all," Reilly laughed as she sat on the bed and faced him. "She also said it was the most amazing thing and she loved it."
"Well, I'm guessing Nan enjoyed it, too," he smirked referring to her grandmother.
Reilly looked down. "I don't want to disappoint you."
"You won't disappoint me. Sex is always good for me. I'm a man, I get enough stimulation and I'm gonna have a happy ending." He lifted her chin. "I would not say this to any other woman but I don't want to disappoint you. Every man you've had sex with has disappointed you. You labor under the delusion it has something to do with you. It doesn't. Until me, you were involved with self-absorbed assholes." He widened his eyes and Reilly laughed. Then she blew out some air and moved closer to him.
"Kiss me," she told him in a husky voice.
"What about work?" he asked.
"We'll be late."
Shifting on the bed, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. She returned the kiss with passion. When they pulled apart she was panting.
"If I do anything to hurt you or that doesn't feel good, tell me," he whispered before lowering her to the bed and kissing her again.
Sliding his hands beneath the simple cotton gown she wore, he pulled it over her head. She tugged his t-shirt over his head and then ran her hand over his chest and down his stomach. He reached out and gently touched her right breast. His finger circled her nippled which puckered and grew taut. She gasped. He looked at her and saw her eyes were closed and a faint blush bloomed on her cheeks. Lowering his head, he flicked his tongue over the hardened peak. She moaned and he placed his hand over her other breast which swelled beneath his palm.
"Okay so far?" he whispered.
"God, yes," she responded breathily,
He kissed his way down her stomach and ran his hand along the inside of her right thigh. He was rock hard and as he moved closer to her his erection bumped against her hip. She opened her eyes and looked down. She removed her panties and spread her legs.
"Okay," she whispered.
House shook his head and stroked the smooth curve of her thigh. He got out of his pajama pants and pulled her closer. He kissed her again and she responded eagerly. Then he began to make love to her in earnest. He kissed and stroked every inch of soft skin until she was shaking and sweating. When his hand slipped between her legs, she jerked against him. His finger slipped between her folds and brushed against her slick clit. She squirmed on the bed and moaned his name. He lay back.
"Straddle me," he whispered.
Slowly, she pushed herself up and swung one leg over his hips. He gripped her waist and maneuvered her until she was directly over his cock. Slowly and carefully, he guided her down until he was deep inside her. He smiled at her sharp intake of air. Bracing her hands on his stomach, she began to move. He guided her movements until they were moving in unison. Sweat coated both their bodies and she sighed and moaned as he moved inside her. He began to rub her clit again and her eyes flew open. She looked at him in shock then arched her back and let out a guttural moan as he felt her inner muscles pulsate against him. A moment later his body seemed to explode. The most intense orgasm he ever experienced surged through him. He was unaware of anything except Reilly and her body moving on him. Slowly, he began to relax and grow soft. Reilly collapsed on the bed next to him.
"Do you get it now?" he panted as he turned his head to look at her.
"Oh, yeah. That is fantastic!"
He laughed. "Told you so."
She snuggled close to him and covered them with the sheet. "We are going to do this all the time," she whispered against his ear.
"Yeah we are," he responded with a sleepy smile.
"Is it normal to be this exhausted?" she asked and yawned.
"Yeah."
"I want to sleep but we need to get to work," she sighed. "I guess I could call and say I'm not feeling well."
House sat up and called Cameron. Reilly laughed softly and lay back against the pillows. When he hung up, House lay down next to her and pulled her into his arms. She pulled the covers over them and within seconds, they were both sound asleep.
A few hours later, Reilly awoke and looked over at House. He lay on his side his back to her. The sheet and blanket was bunched around his waist. Reaching out, she traced the indentation of his spine. His skin was smooth beneath her hand. A low hum of pleasure rumbled from him. He rolled over and blinked sleepily at her.
"May I experiment?" she whispered.
"Go nuts," he smiled.
She moved closer to him and stroked his face, neck, chest and stomach. Pushing the sheet off him, she ran her fingers overs his left leg. She shifted and her hand skimmed over his right leg. Then she pressed close to him and lightly grasped his half-erect cock. As her fingers closed around him, he became hard. Slowly, she stroked him and he moaned. Her heart began to race as she continued her exploration of his body with her mouth and hands. She moved over him and sat on his stomach, supporting most of her weight on her bent legs. Leaning down, she stroked his nipples as she kissed him. She spent several minutes kissing him and running her hands over him. He was coated in sweat and doing all he could to keep from exploding all over her and the bed. He could feel her wetness against his stomach. Finally, she lay back and he moved over her. He thrust into her, his arms trembling as he balanced his weight on them. She wrapped her legs around him and grabbed his shoulders. It only took her a moment to match his rhythm. He lowered his body onto hers and continued to pump in and out of her. He sank his fingers into her short curls and kissed her. Their sweat slicked bodies slid against each other. He kissed her flushed cheeks. Her nails pierced his skin as her orgasm shook her. Then he let go and shuddered, moaning her name as his own orgams pounded through him.
He rolled off her and they lay side by side, panting.
"Sex is very good with you," she whispered. "Just so, so fantastic."
"It's good with you, too," he sighed. "Best ever."
She rolled over and looked at him. "Really?"
He turned his head and looked into his eyes. "Really," he assured her.
They entered the hospital the next morning holding hands. Cuddy watched them from the desk in the clinic. Taking a deep breath, she walked out and caught up to them at the elevator.
"House," she said as he punched the button with the tip of his cane. "In my office. Now."
The doors parted and Reilly stepped into the elevator car. She smiled at him. "I'll go start the coffee," she told him.
He nodded and turned to follow Cuddy back to her office. She turned to face him once he closed the doors.
"Are you still living with her?" she asked. She turned and folded her arms.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at her. "Yeah, I am. Not that's it's any of your business."
"It is my business," she informed him. "You two run a department together. When you break up-"
"I'm not breaking up with her," he interjected. "I'm in love with her. I'm not leaving her."
"Really?" she scoffed. "You've blown up every relationship you've been in."
"Let's be clear about that," he said moving around her to sit on the couch. "I only blew up my relationship with Stacy because I didn't trust her after what the two of you did to me. Cameron and I broke up but we're still friends. Niamh died." Tapping his cane on the floor between his feet, he looked at her. "I never had a relationship with you beyond employer and employee."
"We made love!" she reminded him in a strident tone. "And you kissed me!"
He sighed and stood up. He walked to the door. "We fucked once years ago. And it was one kiss." He put his hand on the door handle. "I have loved Reilly for over fifty years. That trumps anything I had with you."
He opened the door and walked out. Cuddy slowly shut the door.
Cuddy walked into Wilson's office. He looked up at her as she began to pace his office. Putting down his pen, he waited for her to speak.
"You were right," she said finally as she stood at the glass door leading to the balcony. "He does love her." She tapped her hand on the door handle. "I need to move on."
"That sounds like a good plan," Wilson responded.
"I met a man the other day. Lucas Douglas. He wants to have coffee with me. He gave his number. I'm going to call him."
"I think you should."
She turned and walked over to the door leading out to the hallway. Putting her hand on the doorknob, she looked over at him.
"I thought I was in love with him," she said. "Then I saw them this morning and I realized that I was in love with a notion of him I've held on to since college. Reilly is in love with House and he's in love with her." She opened the door and left.
Wilson picked up his pen and went back to work.