In this Moment
“I love you,” she said. These were the words Gregory House had been longing to hear for the last 10 years.
“I wish I didn’t,” she contradicted. His heart was now at his knees, but the happiness was soon restored when she added, “But I can’t help it.”
He saw the smile in her eyes, and knew that this was the moment. House put his fists to ground in a weak attempt to stand. Cuddy recognized the struggle and lent a helping hand. There they stood. Together, in the most unromantic place, in the most unromantic circumstances, but neither of them cared. They both knew this was what their hearts had been yearning for all these years.
House’s lips lightly caressed Cuddy’s, cherishing each movement. He felt the monster that had haunted him with temptation only moments ago in his hand, and pulled away. He looked into her eyes wondering if it was too good to be true.
“How do I know I’m not hallucinating?” he asked. Cuddy gave a soft smile because in a way it was comforting to hear his concern.
“Did you take the vicodin?” She replied, answering a question with a question.
They both looked down at the two white ovals lying in his hand. “Nope,” he said with a positive tone in his soft voice.
Their heads turned simultaneously to meet the others loving eyes. “Then I think we’re okay.”
When House heard these words, he smiled. He felt happier than ever before. He felt her hand lightly on his chest and his lightly on her waist. The way it was meant to be.
“Yeah,” He responded with the smile still instilled on his face. He dropped the two demons that had fought for so long to keep him in misery from his hand. Cuddy’s smile widened as House came to continue the kiss. He wanted to caress her soft cheek with his lips but she wanted passion. When their hands intertwined the sparks flew.
There was no stopping it. They knew from that second, where this night was going. It was to be a night of unbridled passion.
Cuddy’s left hand moved towards the opening of his jacket, and began to take it off. When House felt this, they released their formally connected hands, so she could finish the job. House’s hands found their way down to the bottom of her shirt to lift it off of her. She raised her arms, only breaking the kiss for the split second the cotton passed her lips. House could now feel his hands on her bare skin. She was soft and warm. Everything he remembered from twenty years ago, and more.
Her hands gently undid his belt being sure her hands touched his zipper ever so lightly along the way. She pulled the belt completely off from each loop, and House was more turned on with every little pull. As her hands moved upwards to run her fingers through his soft salt and pepper hair, she felt the bandage on his neck.
She broke the moment and said, “This needs to be cleaned up. You’re still bleeding very heavily.”
Neither of them noticed at the time, but this was their first experience on balancing a personal relationship and work relationship.
House didn’t want to stop because in the five minutes it would take to tend to his wound, he was scared she would come to her senses, and leave. He continued kissing her, moving his lips to her cheek, then to her neck. Each kiss more persuasive than the last. She grabbed his cheeks with her soft caressing hands, and brought his eyes to hers.
“House, seriously,” she said with a little laugh in her voice. “I don’t want you getting light-headed on me now.”
House gave a weak smile, which went unnoticed. To Cuddy, his eyes revealed his true feelings. She saw in his eyes that he knew he wasn’t alone anymore.
He removed his shirt as he sat down on the toilet as she took off the gauze pad. “You know, some air might do this some good. Why don’t I get a bath going?”
“No. I’m not putting this moment off any longer than I have to,” he said stubbornly, but playfully.
“Did I say it was just for you?” she asked sarcastically offended. “I spent hours at the collapse too you know.”
“How selfish of me,” House responded. “I’d be happy to share.”
Cuddy smiled, and began to turn the water on. “I like bubbles in mine,” House said. Then, realizing how emasculating the statement sounded coughed loudly and lowered his voice trying to save it “I mean-“
She laughed. “I think it adds to the experience,” she responded seductively. By this time, she was purely in her underwear. She had not removed her bra, and gave a look to House insinuating that he was to finish what he started. He picked up on this and unhooked her black laced bra as he gave a forceful kiss.
The bubble rose to the brim of the tub, and they stepped in. House first, sitting with his legs extended. Cuddy followed, she put her knees on the outside his legs facing him. She began passionately kissing House. Her tongue lightly went across the backside of his teeth. He put his hands just above her butt and pulled her in to his body to feel her tender breasts against his chest.
Cuddy her body upwards so that House’s head was now rubbing her neck. They now were connected together in the way that started their romance twenty years before. Cuddy let out a soft moan, as she felt House’s tongue against her neck as he was kissing her.
Then he stopped. Their eyes met and she gave him a curious stare. She had never seen him look at her this way before. To House, she was more beautiful, here, in this moment, than ever before, and it was something he wanted locked in his mind forever.