He gave a dry snort with a roll of his eyes. Relying on condoms was definitely out. "I don't like them, anyway. I prefer riding bareback than being saddled up."
There was nothing wrong with condoms - he'd tell clinic patients in a heatbeat to invest in some rubbers, if they had enough brain cells to work out how to put one on. The times he'd had a one-night stand or a hooker, he'd always used a condom. But in a relationship, if there was other contraception in place, he saw no reason to use condoms. In fact, he preferred the spontaneity and intimacy that going 'bareback' offered. He liked being inside Cuddy without a barrier.
He popped the last bite of quiche into his mouth and looked at Cuddy while he chewed. "Whatever works," he replied. "It's your body. Longer term would be a lot less hassle than something you have to do daily."
He ate the last bite of salad and set his fork down on the plate. "But if you want my opinion, I'd go with the Implanon before considering Depo. If it doesn't agree with you, you can just take it out. Depo, on the other hand - if it doesn't agree with you, you still have to put up with the side effects until it's run its course. I say only go with the Depo if the Implanon turns out to be more problematic than beneficial."
Cuddy actually preferred to forego condoms herself. It was more a psychological thing than a physical thing. To her, a condom meant a loss of intimacy. Sex with a condom was sex in which the genitals were never in direct contact and that wasn't intimate. When she was with someone she loved, she wanted complete intimacy.
Of course, as a single woman, condoms were a fact. She'd been on the pill before starting her fertility treatments but the pill didn't protect against STDs. Dating in this day and age meant infection was a very real threat. Very few of her relationships had lasted long enough to get to the point where she trusted her partner enough to drop the condoms. House was one of those relationships and she didn't want to have to use condoms...even if she could trust either of them to remember them.
"Yeah. Well, I'll see what Barbara has to say." She actually preferred the implant based on what she knew. It was slightly more effective, longer lasting, and easier to reverse. There were no contra-indications for her so it shouldn't be a problem but she'd wait to see what her doctor had to say, just to be sure.
She snuggled up to his side more comfortably. There were still a few bites of quiche on her plate, probably cold by now. She wasn't hungry anymore, anyway, and she'd learned not to overeat when Junior was squishing her stomach to half its size. That was just asking for heartburn and she'd had enough of that in the last couple of months to do her for a lifetime.
"There's ice cream in the freezer if you want dessert," she said.
"Hmmm," he pondered over dessert. He always wanted dessert. But dessert was all the way in the kitchen and he couldn't be bothered getting up to walk all that way, not while he was already full and had Cuddy snuggled up to his side.
"Maybe later," he decided. He stifled yet another yawn. "Can't be bothered getting up." He moved only to put his plate on the coffee table but then settled back and rested his hands on his lap while content to have Cuddy relaxed beside him. The meal, while not fantastic, had satisfied him enough to make him feel more on the comfortably lethargic side.
He was going to have to get up sooner or later, though, to have one of his pills. Because the prazosin was specifically for his nightmares, he had to take those in the evening. The good thing was they did actually keep most of his nightmares at bay. The nasal congestion it had caused was a side effect that had eased off - he mostly only awoke in the mornings a little congested now.
He lolled his head against the couch to look at Cuddy, then lifted his arm to wrap it around her shoulders. Giving them a squeeze, he leaned in and pecked her on the lips. He pulled back to look at her again but then closed the distance once more for another kiss.
"Hold that thought," he said when he broke away again. He turned to the plastic bags of goodies and searched around. "I just remembered: I already have dessert close by." After a moment, he produced a box and handed it over to Cuddy - a box of fruit-flavoured edible panties. "I bought you some new underwear for work," he explained with a cheeky smirk.
Cuddy made a little whine of displeasure when House disturbed her by leaning forward. She settled right back against his side, though, when he slumped back against the couch. She was feeling comfortable and relaxed. Even Junior was cooperating by not flinging his arms and legs into her internal organs every two seconds.
This was the kind of evening she enjoyed spending with House. Granted, it wasn't over yet and there was no predicting what might happen but so far, it had been nice. They'd had a couple of laughs, they'd talked a little, they'd been at ease with each other. It was exactly the kind of evening she always dreamed of spending with her significant other. She dreamed of a whole lifetime of quiet, comfortable evenings. This, hopefully, was the first of that lifetime.
She hadn't minded being disturbed for kisses but she whined a little more strongly when he pulled away again. "Oh, yeah, that would work out just great," she said, rolling her eyes at the allegedly edible panties. "They'd probably melt and stick to my skin and my clothes. Not to mention I'd smell like a fruit roll-up all day."
She snatched the box from him and opened it, pulling out a pair of the panties. She discarded the box, tossing it on the coffee table, then lifted to the panties to her nose. Well, they definitely smelled fruity. She held them in front her while she gave them a thorough look. She'd never actually had a pair of edible panties and she was...interested. With an intensely curious look on her face, she brought the panties to her face again and licked them.
"Can't say much for the flavor. Maybe it's an acquired taste," she said as she held the panties up for House to sample.
"All the more to lick, my dear," House replied to Cuddy's claim the panties would melt and stick to her skin, with a suggestive waggle of his brows. He smirked in amusement as she snatched the box from him and he sat back, watching her while she opened it.
He was even more amused by her curiosity. If there was one thing he was good for in this relationship, it was introducing Cuddy to new and different things, all of which she'd never sampled before. Edible panties was apparently one of those things, which she was now literally sampling. Like the MILF shirt, he'd only bought the panties for their novelty. He'd expected her to dismiss the panties in the same way she'd dismissed the shirt, rather than show any fascination in them.
He took them back, the panties dangling from his forefinger as he held them up. "It's not the flavour that matters so much as what you do with them," he pointed out. He drew it to his face and sniffed. They had a tropical fruit scent to them, kind of like a lollipop. "If it is an acquired taste, that means I'd have to spent a long time getting used to the flavour. Which means you'd have to be extremely patient in me getting acquired to the taste."
Lowering the panties, he glanced at Cuddy with a devious glimmer in his eyes. "The best way to enjoy dessert is to take your time eating it, right? And you said we could make it an early night..." He trailed off and lifted the panties again, dangling them tauntingly at Cuddy as if trying to lure her towards them.
Cuddy let out a little snort. Whether House could aquire a taste for the panties or not, it was unlikely she'd have the patience to allow him to find out. Knowing him, he'd insist on developing his taste for the entire panty--just in case there were slight flavor variations--and no way she'd be able to wait that long. It did make her wonder how many people actually did take their time tasting, let alone eating, the entire thing. She suspected it was usually a case of a few minutes of fun with it, then tear it off and get down to business.
She stared at him, eyes wide, when he went on to taunt--tempt?--her into combining dessert and bed. Not that she had a problem with that--the chocolate had been kind of fun, if messy--but seriously, edible panties? "You're joking," she said, hoping she was right. She knew he probably wasn't joking, though, not entirely. This was exactly the kind of crazy experiment he liked. Exactly the kind of crazy thing he liked to torture her with.
She opened her mouth, then snapped it shut again, staring at the panties dangling from his finger. Did she really want to do this? On the one hand, she couldn't imagine they felt very good to actually wear, especially if he made good on his threat to take his time. There was also the fact that she still got self-conscious at times. She was comfortable with her body and her sexuality but she still felt a little uncomfortable at the thought of being on display, even just for him. She could get past it just as she had when he'd wanted her to do a striptease for him but it did take her a little while to warm up to the idea.
On the other hand, it wasn't really kinky enough to be that far out of her comfort zone. Oh, what the hell. It wasn't going to hurt her to try something different. At worst, she'd learn to never, ever wear edible panties again. At best, she might enjoy it. She'd definitely enjoy watching House enjoy it...and that was the deciding factor for her. If she could give him a little fun and excitement simply by wearing the stupid panties, then there really was no downside.
"You are so going to owe me," she said, snatching the panties from his hand.
"Oh, come on," he protested as she snatched the panties from his hand. "All you'll be doing is wearing them. All I'll be doing is eating them off you. That's no different to me using you as a platter for chocolate sauce."
Except that she was about twice as pregnant and had twice as much stomach to navigate around, but he didn't care about that. So long as Cuddy was naked and he was naked, and he was as close to her as possible, that was all he cared about. Still, he cocked his head in Cuddy's direction with a wide-eyed, beseeching puppy dog look.
"I've been so lonely the past month, all by myself," he said, affecting a self-pitying tone. He had actually been lonely in the hospital - extremely lonely - but right now, he was playing up to that for his advantage to get his way. If she didn't want to wear the panties, though, that wouldn't really matter. He'd only bought them as a novelty more than because he actually wanted to use them.
But if he'd coaxed Cuddy into wearing them, all the better. He'd been with a serious lack of fun for a long while and having fun with Cuddy was the best way he could hope the evening would go. Dropping the imploring look, he regarded her thoughtfully for a moment and then leaned in. Maybe he could be more persuasive with his mouth other than using it for talking.
He swept her hair away from her neck and pressed a kiss to the side of it, then another. Reaching his hand up to her face, he turned her towards him to guide her mouth to his.
She knew it wasn't really any different than playing with chocolate. It would make less of a mess in fact. She'd hadn't been so pregnant then, though. That made it different, not because she felt less attractive because she didn't. Some days she felt kind of...not pretty. Some days all the bloating and swelling and this huge belly got to her, but most of the time she still enjoyed the way her body looked. Reveled in it even.
It was more of a mental thing. So close to delivery she could almost shake hands with Junior, her mind had really started to shift into a more maternal and less sexual mode. She was still a sexual being--that would never change--but her priorities had changed. She was more likely to look at her body and get lost in daydreaming about the baby. She spent far less time thinking about sexy--or edible--lingerie. She wasn't against thinking about lingerie, it simply took a little time for her to shift gears.
She gave him an disgusted look when he tried to play the lonely card. After all, she'd been lonely, too. Admittedly, she'd still had her freedom. She'd had more options for filling those lonely hours than he had. Being confined to the hospital, having to live by someone else's rules and having to live without familiar surroundings and friends would definitely be more difficult. So despite herself, his pathetic little look actually worked.
"I already said I'd do it," she reminded him as he began to kiss his way along her neck. She turned her head when he reached for her, leaning in to suck gently at his lips. The fruit flavored panties fell forgotten in her lap as she shifted around to face him. "Then again," she murmured, smiling and giving his lip a playful nip. "It wouldn't hurt for you to keep trying to persuade me." She pressed her fingertips lightly against his jaw to guide him in for a deeper kiss. "A few more of those would be very persuasive."
He broke away mid-deeper kiss with a mock put out sigh and roll of his eyes. Persuading Cuddy with a few more kisses was so incredibly hard. Except for the part where he had no objections of trying to persuade her further that way.
"If you insist," he grumbled but as he moved back in to resume the kiss, his lips quirked into a faint smile. He quickly fell into a deep kiss with her, sucking on her upper lip and suctioning his mouth fully over hers. He pulled away again briefly to shift his whole body further towards her, then cupped either side of her jaw in his hands to bring her back into another deep kiss.
This one, at first, was tenderer, his eyes closed while he focused on having Cuddy close, the taste of her lips, her tongue, the warmth of her breath against his and her hands on him. God, he'd missed her. He'd missed this. Almost every night in the hospital, he'd wished Cuddy was there beside him in bed, keeping him company. She needn't have even been doing anything - just being there, asleep, would have been enough. Many times, he'd rolled over in the empty, small bed, in his empty, small room, and wished he could have had her warm body to press up behind or her cuddling up against him.
He tilted his head and probed his tongue into her mouth, sliding a hand into her hair as the kiss scaled up a notch in passion. He'd wished he'd been able to share these with her, too - kisses, no matter how small or quiet, but just kisses especially the sorts of ones Cuddy pressed affectionately over his chin and cheeks whenever she was snuggling with him, her hands in his hair or caressing some part of his body.
He pulled back just enough to get a breath of air, rubbing his nose against hers with his eyes still closed, then pressed another much softer kiss to her lips. At last he opened his eyes to look at her and he ran his tongue over his lips as he did so. "How much more persuading do I need to do?" he asked quietly.
"Oh, I definitely insist," Cuddy said, smiling against his mouth as he resumed kissing her.
She loved this. Not just the kissing although that was pretty damn good. She loved being with him, being with someone who could mix playful and passionate in the same kiss. Someone with whom she was so comfortable she could focus all her attention on enjoying his presence instead of worrying about whether she was coming on too strong or too shy or too anything. Someone whose love she could feel in the way he cradled her head gently in his hands and the way his tongue made love to her mouth.
She sucked at his tongue as it probed her mouth, sliding her own tongue sinuously along his. She hadn't been sure whether she'd be able to get fully in the mood but these kinds of kisses, these deep, dirty, needy kinds of kisses did the trick. The longer the kiss continued, the more heated her skin became. It was reassuring--no matter how damaged their relationship got, no matter how crazy he got or how pregnant she got--there was still a strong and unbroken connection between them.
"There's no such thing as too much persuasion," she said, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "After all, you are asking me to wear fruit."
She gave him a quick peck on the tip of the nose, then the chin, and then finally the mouth before pulling back. "Come on, I think I can find a more comfortable place to explore the limits of persuasion." She turned herself and leaned forward to get up...without much success. She needed to get a little more momentum going to overcome the weight of her belly. She let out a frustrated laugh. "Give me a push, okay?"
His skin was a little hotter and a little more flushed all over from the kissing, a reaction from the mere effect she had on him, though his body was being slow to respond to Cuddy sexually. The only explanation for that was the medication. Everywhere else, however - his insides, his chest, his heart, all the feelings he had for Cuddy - was knotted up in the ways only Cuddy knew how to knot up without even trying.
"I could ask you to wear the MILF shirt to go with it," he replied with a smirk. That wouldn't fly with her and he knew it. Not to mention the shirt wouldn't even fit Cuddy, as it wasn't designed as maternity wear. But he'd only been joking about the shirt, of course. Besides, there was little point in squeezing Cuddy into something, only to have it ripped off again (the panties were an exception in this case).
"I'd rather see you try and get up off the couch yourself," he taunted. He'd make fun of her about it, too, if he wasn't so eager to get moving to a more comfortable place in the house. Not wanting to be slapped for teasing her, he got to his feet and extended a hand to her, to haul her up. Even that took a bit of momentum.
He was about to make a joke about needing to install a pulley system to get Cuddy manoeuvred around the house with how big she was, but he thought better of it. The last thing he wanted was Cuddy getting huffy or upset at something she may take personally. Instead, he pecked a kiss to her lips as he ran his hands down her arms before nudging her in the direction of the door.
"Don't forget these," he said of the panties. Just so they wouldn't get misplaced, he tugged them onto his head as a kind of fruit-flavoured head wear and followed Cuddy out into the hall, where he moved up right behindf her. "I'll give you a push all the way to the bedroom, if that's any help," he said against her ear, wrapping his arms around her middle with his hands settling on her belly. And like that, he slowly limp-waddled with Cuddy towards her room, kissing her ear and the side of her neck as they went.
"Apparently, you'd rather not have sex then," Cuddy said archly when he refused to help her off the couch. She was capable of getting up under her own power...eventually...but making her use her energy to shift her bulk wasn't going to help keep her in the mood. The thing she didn't like about her belly wasn't the size per se; it was that she felt so graceless and ungainly. She wasn't used to a body that was shaped like this and she was always having to adapt to the ways it couldn't move. She wanted him to help her so she didn't look like a sea lion trying to heft itself off the rocks.
Fortunately, House didn't seem to be in the mood to push his luck tonight. He gave her a boost and she settled heavily on her feet. She let out a bray of a laugh when he stuck the panties on his head. He looked like an idiot, which was probably his intention. "You expect me to wear those now they've been on your head? Ick," she teased.
She laid her hands over his on her belly as they clumsily made their way toward the bedroom. It would be easier and faster to walk on her own but she couldn't bring herself to pull away. House was irresistible when he was being playful and affectionate. She let her head drop back against his shoulder, tilting it to the side to bare her neck to his kisses. That only made them move more slowly but so what--they had no need to hurry.
As they reached the bedroom door, she tilted her chin to kiss him. She opened her eyes and caught a glimpse of those stupid fruit panties on his head and let out another laugh just as their lips met. "You're such a moron," she laughed quietly as she turned toward him. She reached up and plucked the panties off, tossing them on the bed. Distraction gone, she leaned in for a proper kiss, slow and deep. At the same time she slid her hands under his shirt, tugging the fabric up until they had to break the kiss to pull it over his head.
Finally, they reached the bedroom. Just as Cuddy was closing in to kiss him, he let his eyes fall shut but opened one again curiously at whatever she was laughing at. The panties on his head, it seemed. With that eye still open, the other screwed shut and his lips puckered on hers, he looked up in the direction of where the panties were.
"I'm a practical moron," he corrected her. And it was true... to a degree. Neither of them having their hands occupied meant they were able to head down the hall together. But he didn't complain when she tugged the panties off and tossed them aside. He was even gladder when she moved in for a proper kiss. He slipped his arms around her and let her lead the kiss.
He slipped his hands around to her belly and caressed it, then to her hips as she began rumpling his shirt up. He took over with peeling his shirt off, tossing it to the floor once it was off. He wasted no time in returning the favour, pulling Cuddy's shirt up over her head and casting it aside.
"I've missed these puppies," he said fondly as he cupped his hands over her breasts. He gave them a gentle squeeze before rubbing his thumbs over her nipples through the black lace of her bra. He smirked at her. "I hope they behaved themselves while I was gone."
After tossing his shirt aside, Cuddy had just started to lean in for another kiss when he grabbed her shirt and peeled it off. She emerged from the tent she used for a shirt with her face flushed and her hair disheveled. The slightly cool air of her bedroom felt good against her heated skin but she didn't have long to enjoy the respite before he was fondling her breasts.
"There's not much trouble they can get into when you're not around," she said, her breath hitching slightly as he thumbed the sensitive nipple. "Truth is, all my body parts behave except when you're around."
They certainly weren't behaving now. Her body always responded to him and she never felt the need to make excuses for that. She didn't get upset when he started sounding like he was objectifying her body. She knew he wasn't. Yes, he liked her body but that was okay because she liked him to like her body. More importantly, it was his way of letting her know he found her desirable. At a time when she'd almost forgotten her breasts could be anything other than counterweights to her belly, it was nice to be reminded she could still be beautiful in someone else's eyes.
She stretched one hand up to curl around his neck and pull him into a kiss. The kisses had kicked up a notch in intensity; she angled her mouth to his and thrust her tongue into his mouth, tangling it with his as they jousted for dominance. After a few moments, she slowed the kiss, coaxing him into one that was just as deep but gentler, their tongues caressing rather than dueling.
"God, I've missed you," she whispered. She placed small kisses all the way around his mouth, then tilted her head back to look into his eyes. "I've really missed you naked," she added with a light-hearted smile, reaching around her own belly to get to his belt.
He looked genuinely pleased to hear her body always misbehaved around him. Actually, he was genuinely thrilled to hear that. Even after all these months of being together, he still got a rush every time Cuddy made it clear he turned her on. But especially now. He'd put her through so much, had hit rock bottom, had ended up at such a vulnerable and desolate place where she'd seen him at his absolute worst, and here she was telling him she still found him as attractive as she'd always done.
He met her mouth and kissed with passion, rubbing his palms up her breasts before he slid his hands down her body to her hips. If it weren't for her belly, he'd have wrapped his arms right around her and pulled her as tight as he could to him. He just wanted to be close to her, as close as he could get. The only way he could do that these days was if he embraced her from behind with her back to his chest. Though the kisses eased to something gentler, he was no less passionate.
"I know," he whispered back, pressing his nose against her cheek while she kissed around his mouth. He couldn't eve begin to say how much he'd missed her, even if he wanted to. The only way he could describe it was by the tight, hot feeling of need and want gripping at his chest. As she pulled back, he opened his eyes. "You've missed me naked?" he replied pointedly.
He gazed searchingly into her eyes as she unfastened his belt while he travelled his hands in a slow caress up the sides of her belly until his finger tips met the the material of her bra. Lowering his eyes, he reached for the little metal clasp between her breasts and snapped it undone, the cups of her bra falling a little looser. He pushed them aside, exposing her breasts, which were full and swollen in preparation for the baby's birth.
"Try being a guy," he added about missing seeing each other naked. As she got his belt unbuckled, he stooped is head to press a kiss against her sternum, then up by her collarbone. He sucked his stomach in to give Cuddy room for unbuttoning his jeans, eager to get the rest of his clothes off. His erection was being a little slow to respond but the rest of him was responding to Cuddy.
"You smell good," he murmured as he kissed the side of her neck, inhaling the feminine, familiar scent of her skin that he'd missed while he was gone.
"No, thanks," Cuddy said. She had no desire to try being a guy. None at all. Freud could stick his penis envy where the sun didn't shine because she'd never envied men. She'd like to have the same opportunities as men, the same respect. She didn't think it was fair she had to work harder and smarter just because of her gender, but as far as wanting to physically be a man--never happen. She loved being a woman. She loved having curves. She loved having breasts. And although she loved what a penis could do for her, she didn't want one of her own flopping around between her legs.
Besides, if House thought being a woman meant she'd missed sex any less than he had...well, he should know better than that. She got just as lonely and just as horny as he did. Maybe more, at the moment. As she unfastened his jeans and slipped her hands inside his shorts in order to push everything down his legs, she noticed 'little Greg' hadn't really gotten with the program yet. Usually he was at least interested if not standing at attention by now. She didn't worry too much about it, though. Given everything House had gone through in the last month, and the medications he was on, she didn't think it was surprising that his sexual response was a little sluggish.
"Hold that thought," she said, smiling as she pulled back to give herself room to shuck off her own pants. She wasn't sure how good she smelled at the end of the day but she knew what he meant. There was something about the way he smelled--him, not his cologne or his soap--that triggered a deep emotional response. Like hearing the low rumble of his voice, it created a warm, content feeling in her.
The one good thing about maternity clothes was that they were extremely easy to get on and off. She kicked her pants aside, then held her hand out to him. "I think I said something about getting comfortable," she said, nodding at the bed.
There was nothing wrong with condoms - he'd tell clinic patients in a heatbeat to invest in some rubbers, if they had enough brain cells to work out how to put one on. The times he'd had a one-night stand or a hooker, he'd always used a condom. But in a relationship, if there was other contraception in place, he saw no reason to use condoms. In fact, he preferred the spontaneity and intimacy that going 'bareback' offered. He liked being inside Cuddy without a barrier.
He popped the last bite of quiche into his mouth and looked at Cuddy while he chewed. "Whatever works," he replied. "It's your body. Longer term would be a lot less hassle than something you have to do daily."
He ate the last bite of salad and set his fork down on the plate. "But if you want my opinion, I'd go with the Implanon before considering Depo. If it doesn't agree with you, you can just take it out. Depo, on the other hand - if it doesn't agree with you, you still have to put up with the side effects until it's run its course. I say only go with the Depo if the Implanon turns out to be more problematic than beneficial."
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Of course, as a single woman, condoms were a fact. She'd been on the pill before starting her fertility treatments but the pill didn't protect against STDs. Dating in this day and age meant infection was a very real threat. Very few of her relationships had lasted long enough to get to the point where she trusted her partner enough to drop the condoms. House was one of those relationships and she didn't want to have to use condoms...even if she could trust either of them to remember them.
"Yeah. Well, I'll see what Barbara has to say." She actually preferred the implant based on what she knew. It was slightly more effective, longer lasting, and easier to reverse. There were no contra-indications for her so it shouldn't be a problem but she'd wait to see what her doctor had to say, just to be sure.
She snuggled up to his side more comfortably. There were still a few bites of quiche on her plate, probably cold by now. She wasn't hungry anymore, anyway, and she'd learned not to overeat when Junior was squishing her stomach to half its size. That was just asking for heartburn and she'd had enough of that in the last couple of months to do her for a lifetime.
"There's ice cream in the freezer if you want dessert," she said.
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"Maybe later," he decided. He stifled yet another yawn. "Can't be bothered getting up." He moved only to put his plate on the coffee table but then settled back and rested his hands on his lap while content to have Cuddy relaxed beside him. The meal, while not fantastic, had satisfied him enough to make him feel more on the comfortably lethargic side.
He was going to have to get up sooner or later, though, to have one of his pills. Because the prazosin was specifically for his nightmares, he had to take those in the evening. The good thing was they did actually keep most of his nightmares at bay. The nasal congestion it had caused was a side effect that had eased off - he mostly only awoke in the mornings a little congested now.
He lolled his head against the couch to look at Cuddy, then lifted his arm to wrap it around her shoulders. Giving them a squeeze, he leaned in and pecked her on the lips. He pulled back to look at her again but then closed the distance once more for another kiss.
"Hold that thought," he said when he broke away again. He turned to the plastic bags of goodies and searched around. "I just remembered: I already have dessert close by." After a moment, he produced a box and handed it over to Cuddy - a box of fruit-flavoured edible panties. "I bought you some new underwear for work," he explained with a cheeky smirk.
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This was the kind of evening she enjoyed spending with House. Granted, it wasn't over yet and there was no predicting what might happen but so far, it had been nice. They'd had a couple of laughs, they'd talked a little, they'd been at ease with each other. It was exactly the kind of evening she always dreamed of spending with her significant other. She dreamed of a whole lifetime of quiet, comfortable evenings. This, hopefully, was the first of that lifetime.
She hadn't minded being disturbed for kisses but she whined a little more strongly when he pulled away again. "Oh, yeah, that would work out just great," she said, rolling her eyes at the allegedly edible panties. "They'd probably melt and stick to my skin and my clothes. Not to mention I'd smell like a fruit roll-up all day."
She snatched the box from him and opened it, pulling out a pair of the panties. She discarded the box, tossing it on the coffee table, then lifted to the panties to her nose. Well, they definitely smelled fruity. She held them in front her while she gave them a thorough look. She'd never actually had a pair of edible panties and she was...interested. With an intensely curious look on her face, she brought the panties to her face again and licked them.
"Can't say much for the flavor. Maybe it's an acquired taste," she said as she held the panties up for House to sample.
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He was even more amused by her curiosity. If there was one thing he was good for in this relationship, it was introducing Cuddy to new and different things, all of which she'd never sampled before. Edible panties was apparently one of those things, which she was now literally sampling. Like the MILF shirt, he'd only bought the panties for their novelty. He'd expected her to dismiss the panties in the same way she'd dismissed the shirt, rather than show any fascination in them.
He took them back, the panties dangling from his forefinger as he held them up. "It's not the flavour that matters so much as what you do with them," he pointed out. He drew it to his face and sniffed. They had a tropical fruit scent to them, kind of like a lollipop. "If it is an acquired taste, that means I'd have to spent a long time getting used to the flavour. Which means you'd have to be extremely patient in me getting acquired to the taste."
Lowering the panties, he glanced at Cuddy with a devious glimmer in his eyes. "The best way to enjoy dessert is to take your time eating it, right? And you said we could make it an early night..." He trailed off and lifted the panties again, dangling them tauntingly at Cuddy as if trying to lure her towards them.
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She stared at him, eyes wide, when he went on to taunt--tempt?--her into combining dessert and bed. Not that she had a problem with that--the chocolate had been kind of fun, if messy--but seriously, edible panties? "You're joking," she said, hoping she was right. She knew he probably wasn't joking, though, not entirely. This was exactly the kind of crazy experiment he liked. Exactly the kind of crazy thing he liked to torture her with.
She opened her mouth, then snapped it shut again, staring at the panties dangling from his finger. Did she really want to do this? On the one hand, she couldn't imagine they felt very good to actually wear, especially if he made good on his threat to take his time. There was also the fact that she still got self-conscious at times. She was comfortable with her body and her sexuality but she still felt a little uncomfortable at the thought of being on display, even just for him. She could get past it just as she had when he'd wanted her to do a striptease for him but it did take her a little while to warm up to the idea.
On the other hand, it wasn't really kinky enough to be that far out of her comfort zone. Oh, what the hell. It wasn't going to hurt her to try something different. At worst, she'd learn to never, ever wear edible panties again. At best, she might enjoy it. She'd definitely enjoy watching House enjoy it...and that was the deciding factor for her. If she could give him a little fun and excitement simply by wearing the stupid panties, then there really was no downside.
"You are so going to owe me," she said, snatching the panties from his hand.
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Except that she was about twice as pregnant and had twice as much stomach to navigate around, but he didn't care about that. So long as Cuddy was naked and he was naked, and he was as close to her as possible, that was all he cared about. Still, he cocked his head in Cuddy's direction with a wide-eyed, beseeching puppy dog look.
"I've been so lonely the past month, all by myself," he said, affecting a self-pitying tone. He had actually been lonely in the hospital - extremely lonely - but right now, he was playing up to that for his advantage to get his way. If she didn't want to wear the panties, though, that wouldn't really matter. He'd only bought them as a novelty more than because he actually wanted to use them.
But if he'd coaxed Cuddy into wearing them, all the better. He'd been with a serious lack of fun for a long while and having fun with Cuddy was the best way he could hope the evening would go. Dropping the imploring look, he regarded her thoughtfully for a moment and then leaned in. Maybe he could be more persuasive with his mouth other than using it for talking.
He swept her hair away from her neck and pressed a kiss to the side of it, then another. Reaching his hand up to her face, he turned her towards him to guide her mouth to his.
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It was more of a mental thing. So close to delivery she could almost shake hands with Junior, her mind had really started to shift into a more maternal and less sexual mode. She was still a sexual being--that would never change--but her priorities had changed. She was more likely to look at her body and get lost in daydreaming about the baby. She spent far less time thinking about sexy--or edible--lingerie. She wasn't against thinking about lingerie, it simply took a little time for her to shift gears.
She gave him an disgusted look when he tried to play the lonely card. After all, she'd been lonely, too. Admittedly, she'd still had her freedom. She'd had more options for filling those lonely hours than he had. Being confined to the hospital, having to live by someone else's rules and having to live without familiar surroundings and friends would definitely be more difficult. So despite herself, his pathetic little look actually worked.
"I already said I'd do it," she reminded him as he began to kiss his way along her neck. She turned her head when he reached for her, leaning in to suck gently at his lips. The fruit flavored panties fell forgotten in her lap as she shifted around to face him. "Then again," she murmured, smiling and giving his lip a playful nip. "It wouldn't hurt for you to keep trying to persuade me." She pressed her fingertips lightly against his jaw to guide him in for a deeper kiss. "A few more of those would be very persuasive."
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"If you insist," he grumbled but as he moved back in to resume the kiss, his lips quirked into a faint smile. He quickly fell into a deep kiss with her, sucking on her upper lip and suctioning his mouth fully over hers. He pulled away again briefly to shift his whole body further towards her, then cupped either side of her jaw in his hands to bring her back into another deep kiss.
This one, at first, was tenderer, his eyes closed while he focused on having Cuddy close, the taste of her lips, her tongue, the warmth of her breath against his and her hands on him. God, he'd missed her. He'd missed this. Almost every night in the hospital, he'd wished Cuddy was there beside him in bed, keeping him company. She needn't have even been doing anything - just being there, asleep, would have been enough. Many times, he'd rolled over in the empty, small bed, in his empty, small room, and wished he could have had her warm body to press up behind or her cuddling up against him.
He tilted his head and probed his tongue into her mouth, sliding a hand into her hair as the kiss scaled up a notch in passion. He'd wished he'd been able to share these with her, too - kisses, no matter how small or quiet, but just kisses especially the sorts of ones Cuddy pressed affectionately over his chin and cheeks whenever she was snuggling with him, her hands in his hair or caressing some part of his body.
He pulled back just enough to get a breath of air, rubbing his nose against hers with his eyes still closed, then pressed another much softer kiss to her lips. At last he opened his eyes to look at her and he ran his tongue over his lips as he did so. "How much more persuading do I need to do?" he asked quietly.
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She loved this. Not just the kissing although that was pretty damn good. She loved being with him, being with someone who could mix playful and passionate in the same kiss. Someone with whom she was so comfortable she could focus all her attention on enjoying his presence instead of worrying about whether she was coming on too strong or too shy or too anything. Someone whose love she could feel in the way he cradled her head gently in his hands and the way his tongue made love to her mouth.
She sucked at his tongue as it probed her mouth, sliding her own tongue sinuously along his. She hadn't been sure whether she'd be able to get fully in the mood but these kinds of kisses, these deep, dirty, needy kinds of kisses did the trick. The longer the kiss continued, the more heated her skin became. It was reassuring--no matter how damaged their relationship got, no matter how crazy he got or how pregnant she got--there was still a strong and unbroken connection between them.
"There's no such thing as too much persuasion," she said, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "After all, you are asking me to wear fruit."
She gave him a quick peck on the tip of the nose, then the chin, and then finally the mouth before pulling back. "Come on, I think I can find a more comfortable place to explore the limits of persuasion." She turned herself and leaned forward to get up...without much success. She needed to get a little more momentum going to overcome the weight of her belly. She let out a frustrated laugh. "Give me a push, okay?"
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"I could ask you to wear the MILF shirt to go with it," he replied with a smirk. That wouldn't fly with her and he knew it. Not to mention the shirt wouldn't even fit Cuddy, as it wasn't designed as maternity wear. But he'd only been joking about the shirt, of course. Besides, there was little point in squeezing Cuddy into something, only to have it ripped off again (the panties were an exception in this case).
"I'd rather see you try and get up off the couch yourself," he taunted. He'd make fun of her about it, too, if he wasn't so eager to get moving to a more comfortable place in the house. Not wanting to be slapped for teasing her, he got to his feet and extended a hand to her, to haul her up. Even that took a bit of momentum.
He was about to make a joke about needing to install a pulley system to get Cuddy manoeuvred around the house with how big she was, but he thought better of it. The last thing he wanted was Cuddy getting huffy or upset at something she may take personally. Instead, he pecked a kiss to her lips as he ran his hands down her arms before nudging her in the direction of the door.
"Don't forget these," he said of the panties. Just so they wouldn't get misplaced, he tugged them onto his head as a kind of fruit-flavoured head wear and followed Cuddy out into the hall, where he moved up right behindf her. "I'll give you a push all the way to the bedroom, if that's any help," he said against her ear, wrapping his arms around her middle with his hands settling on her belly. And like that, he slowly limp-waddled with Cuddy towards her room, kissing her ear and the side of her neck as they went.
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Fortunately, House didn't seem to be in the mood to push his luck tonight. He gave her a boost and she settled heavily on her feet. She let out a bray of a laugh when he stuck the panties on his head. He looked like an idiot, which was probably his intention. "You expect me to wear those now they've been on your head? Ick," she teased.
She laid her hands over his on her belly as they clumsily made their way toward the bedroom. It would be easier and faster to walk on her own but she couldn't bring herself to pull away. House was irresistible when he was being playful and affectionate. She let her head drop back against his shoulder, tilting it to the side to bare her neck to his kisses. That only made them move more slowly but so what--they had no need to hurry.
As they reached the bedroom door, she tilted her chin to kiss him. She opened her eyes and caught a glimpse of those stupid fruit panties on his head and let out another laugh just as their lips met. "You're such a moron," she laughed quietly as she turned toward him. She reached up and plucked the panties off, tossing them on the bed. Distraction gone, she leaned in for a proper kiss, slow and deep. At the same time she slid her hands under his shirt, tugging the fabric up until they had to break the kiss to pull it over his head.
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"I'm a practical moron," he corrected her. And it was true... to a degree. Neither of them having their hands occupied meant they were able to head down the hall together. But he didn't complain when she tugged the panties off and tossed them aside. He was even gladder when she moved in for a proper kiss. He slipped his arms around her and let her lead the kiss.
He slipped his hands around to her belly and caressed it, then to her hips as she began rumpling his shirt up. He took over with peeling his shirt off, tossing it to the floor once it was off. He wasted no time in returning the favour, pulling Cuddy's shirt up over her head and casting it aside.
"I've missed these puppies," he said fondly as he cupped his hands over her breasts. He gave them a gentle squeeze before rubbing his thumbs over her nipples through the black lace of her bra. He smirked at her. "I hope they behaved themselves while I was gone."
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"There's not much trouble they can get into when you're not around," she said, her breath hitching slightly as he thumbed the sensitive nipple. "Truth is, all my body parts behave except when you're around."
They certainly weren't behaving now. Her body always responded to him and she never felt the need to make excuses for that. She didn't get upset when he started sounding like he was objectifying her body. She knew he wasn't. Yes, he liked her body but that was okay because she liked him to like her body. More importantly, it was his way of letting her know he found her desirable. At a time when she'd almost forgotten her breasts could be anything other than counterweights to her belly, it was nice to be reminded she could still be beautiful in someone else's eyes.
She stretched one hand up to curl around his neck and pull him into a kiss. The kisses had kicked up a notch in intensity; she angled her mouth to his and thrust her tongue into his mouth, tangling it with his as they jousted for dominance. After a few moments, she slowed the kiss, coaxing him into one that was just as deep but gentler, their tongues caressing rather than dueling.
"God, I've missed you," she whispered. She placed small kisses all the way around his mouth, then tilted her head back to look into his eyes. "I've really missed you naked," she added with a light-hearted smile, reaching around her own belly to get to his belt.
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He met her mouth and kissed with passion, rubbing his palms up her breasts before he slid his hands down her body to her hips. If it weren't for her belly, he'd have wrapped his arms right around her and pulled her as tight as he could to him. He just wanted to be close to her, as close as he could get. The only way he could do that these days was if he embraced her from behind with her back to his chest. Though the kisses eased to something gentler, he was no less passionate.
"I know," he whispered back, pressing his nose against her cheek while she kissed around his mouth. He couldn't eve begin to say how much he'd missed her, even if he wanted to. The only way he could describe it was by the tight, hot feeling of need and want gripping at his chest. As she pulled back, he opened his eyes. "You've missed me naked?" he replied pointedly.
He gazed searchingly into her eyes as she unfastened his belt while he travelled his hands in a slow caress up the sides of her belly until his finger tips met the the material of her bra. Lowering his eyes, he reached for the little metal clasp between her breasts and snapped it undone, the cups of her bra falling a little looser. He pushed them aside, exposing her breasts, which were full and swollen in preparation for the baby's birth.
"Try being a guy," he added about missing seeing each other naked. As she got his belt unbuckled, he stooped is head to press a kiss against her sternum, then up by her collarbone. He sucked his stomach in to give Cuddy room for unbuttoning his jeans, eager to get the rest of his clothes off. His erection was being a little slow to respond but the rest of him was responding to Cuddy.
"You smell good," he murmured as he kissed the side of her neck, inhaling the feminine, familiar scent of her skin that he'd missed while he was gone.
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Besides, if House thought being a woman meant she'd missed sex any less than he had...well, he should know better than that. She got just as lonely and just as horny as he did. Maybe more, at the moment. As she unfastened his jeans and slipped her hands inside his shorts in order to push everything down his legs, she noticed 'little Greg' hadn't really gotten with the program yet. Usually he was at least interested if not standing at attention by now. She didn't worry too much about it, though. Given everything House had gone through in the last month, and the medications he was on, she didn't think it was surprising that his sexual response was a little sluggish.
"Hold that thought," she said, smiling as she pulled back to give herself room to shuck off her own pants. She wasn't sure how good she smelled at the end of the day but she knew what he meant. There was something about the way he smelled--him, not his cologne or his soap--that triggered a deep emotional response. Like hearing the low rumble of his voice, it created a warm, content feeling in her.
The one good thing about maternity clothes was that they were extremely easy to get on and off. She kicked her pants aside, then held her hand out to him. "I think I said something about getting comfortable," she said, nodding at the bed.
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