Morning after (closed to House)
Cuddy woke slowly, her mind needing time to process the fact that it was morning. Her mind didn't need as much time to process that, for once, she wasn't waking alone. She opened her eyes; yep, that was definitely House. True to his word, he'd taken over most of the bed during the night. Not quite as true to her word, she wasn't sleeping on top of
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He turned his head to look at Cuddy, a bleary expression on his face. Seeing her brought forward all the memories from what happened the night before in a rush -- Cuddy kissing him in the bowling alley, House with his face between her thighs, Cuddy riding him -- and he felt a quick flush go through him.
He could barely recall the last time he'd woken up with someone beside him in bed. Six, almost seven years ago when he'd been with Stacy. He'd become so used to waking up alone, that he'd forgotten what it was like to wake up with someone. It felt... He wasn't sure how it felt at the moment. He wasn't awake enough yet. That Cuddy was draped over him like this, though, as though this was something they'd been doing for a while... he wasn't sure how he felt about that, either. He frowned slightly at her, partly because he was tired, partly because he was in pain, and partly because he wasn't exactly sure what this meant.
House closed his eyes again. It was too early in the morning to start thinking about this. He was still half-asleep, his leg was hurting and he was due, possibly overdue for his pill.
"Hey," he greeted in a sleep-scratchy voice as he lifted his hand to his face and rubbed his eyes. He exhaled and dropped his hand back to his side. 'So, it wasn't a dream."
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"No, not a dream," she agreed quietly. So was it a good sign he'd referred to it as a dream and not a nightmare? Or was he simply not awake enough to choose his words carefully? She rolled her eyes. She was going to drive herself crazy if she started over-analyzing every little thing.
"Though, if that's what your dreams are like, I have to wonder why you'd ever get out of bed," she added in a light tone of voice. She propped her head with one arm, then chanced leaning forward and dropping a light kiss against his lips. She gazed at his face again. There was definitely a tension that hadn't been there while he was still asleep. It could psychological, a reaction to her presence, to the memory of last night, but there was a very good chance that he was in pain.
"Do you need your pill?" she asked as she sat up and looked around for a clock. "What time is it anyway?"
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He opened his eyes to look at Cuddy, just as she leaned in to kiss him and when she pulled back, House watched her face with an unreadable expression on his. Her kissing him like that meant what? His mind started trying to work out what that small act of affection was: was she just kissing him because they were naked in bed together, or did she think there was something more to this? Was there something more to this? What was this?
He mentally shook himself as she sat up. "Yeah," he grunted quietly, pushing his head back into the pillows as he stretched again. He raised his arms above his head and stretched them tight before he dropped them back down, his hand closest to Cuddy landing on her back, which he gently stroked once then pulled his hand away.
"It is..." he began. He looked to his bedside table and stretched across to his watch, and after a quick look at it he set it back down. "Seven-fifteen," he said with a quiet pained groan as he settled onto his back again. Fifteen minutes past the twelve hour mark. Just knowing that suddenly made him crave his medication.
He turned his eyes back to Cuddy, and added with a sudden hint of irritated impatience, "My pill is calling out to you loudly."
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She arched her back into the touch of House's hand, but she didn't have long to enjoy it before he started complaining about his pills. She wondered how much of it was true physical need and how much was psychological, but he did have pain and he was due for his next dose so she started looking around for her clothes. She hadn't exactly paid much attention to where they'd been tossed the previous evening; she'd had other things on her mind at the time. She thought it was entirely possible she could run through the halls of the hotel naked and no one would care, but it wasn't a theory she was keen to test.
"Yeah, yeah," she sighed. "I don't think it's me your pills are calling out to." She found her underpants and slipped them on. The first shirt she came to was House's. It was big enough, long enough, to cover her so she slipped it on and quickly buttoned up the front. "Be right back."
Cuddy darted across the hall to her room. Once inside she made a quick pitstop in her bathroom to freshen up. She figured an extra two minutes wouldn't kill House, and she felt much better after a splash of water to her face and a badly needed pee. She retrieved a pill from the bottle and slipped back out of the room. She glanced both ways along the hall. It didn't really matter if anyone saw her going in and out of House's room half-dressed, except that she didn't want the complication of anyone knowing she'd slept with House, not until she had a better understanding of what sleeping with him meant.
She let herself back into House's room and crossed to the bed. She sat down, one leg tucked under her, and held out his pill. "Here. I was right--they were calling for you."
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He looked up to the ceiling when the door closed, a feeling of confusion settling in. It was just sex last night, that was all it was. Sex. Really... really good sex. The kind of sex House wouldn't object to having again. But this was Cuddy, and as much as he cared about her despite how strange he could be about showing it, being in a relationship with her was--
He shook his head quickly. Why was he even thinking down that path? It was just sex. That was it. He made himself settle on that conclusion just as Cuddy came back into the room with his pill, and she was either very quick in getting it, or he'd lost himself longer in thought than he realised.
"They do that," he replied as he propped himself up to his elbow. He took the pill from her hand, eyeing her face as he did so, and then tossed the pill back into his mouth. Like always when he took a pill, he felt a feeling of relief instantly follow the knowledge that he'd had his pill. He focused on that a moment, before he returned his attention back to Cuddy.
He peered at her sitting on the edge of his bed. "So," he said after a pause. "I gotta pee."
He did need to go, and it was a good excuse to let himself stall for time. He got up and didn't bother to care about being naked as he limped stiffly into the bathroom. He peed, washed his hands and face and quickly scrubbed his teeth. By the time he ventured back out into the bedroom, he felt a little more physically comfortable but no more sure how to approach this situation with Cuddy.
He was silent as he made his way back to the bed, and he sat on the edge next to Cuddy. He looked across to her. "You can either go back to your room or come back to bed with me. Whichever you choose, I'm not staying up."
At that blunt remark, he shifted back onto the bed and got himself under the covers.
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On the other hand, she wasn't in love with him. Her feelings for him today were not all that different than they'd ever been, other than having acknowledged a definite physical attraction to him. She didn't want to marry him or have his babies or any of that other 'live happily ever after' type of stuff. She liked him. Sometimes she liked him a lot. She wasn't sure there was anything more to it.
Cuddy's eyebrows rose as House climbed back in bed with what was not exactly a dismissal, but not exactly an invitation either. She pondered his attitude for a moment, then decided to take a chance on being honest with him.
She climbed over next to House, staying on top of the covers for the moment. She rested on her side, her head propped up on the heel of her hand, and looked down at him.
"House, last night was...good sex. No, it was great sex," she admitted. She ran her free hand through her hair, pulling it back from where it was falling across her face. "I think it's been a long time since I woke up with someone, at least without regretting it. I think I was jealous because you're one of the few things in my life that hasn't been taken away or changed. I think...."
Cuddy let a huff of air, half amused, half frustrated by her inability to understand let alone articulate what she was thinking.
"I think I don't know what the hell I'm thinking."
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He turned his attention back up to the ceiling. If it was just sex, then there was no need to discuss anything. But that there was this awkwardness he was feeling meant.., he didn't know what it meant. This was why paying people to have sex with was easier, because there as none of this morning after crap.
House puffed his cheeks out as he exhaled and then turned his eyes back to Cuddy. This was the problem he was facing: he wanted to treat it as just sex. But what if Cuddy didn't want to treat it that way? More to the point, if he treated it that way and she got pissed off about this, then that ran the chance of breaking their friendship or whatever it was a lot harder than any other fight they had.
He sighed again, a little exasperated this time at his thoughts and then began to shift onto his side to face Cuddy. He propped his head up onto his hand so he was eyeing Cuddy evenly.
"Last night wasn't great sex; it was mindblowing sex." He reached his other hand up to her face and tucked back the strand of hair behind her ear. "Don't make things complicated. Things are complicated enough in this place and I'd rather enjoy something for once, seeing there's little else to enjoy in here."
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Obviously obsessing about this was going to make House uncomfortable, and she didn't want that either. They had enough conflict between them; she didn't want to ruin whatever fun or comfort they could find with each other. And, being honest with herself, she didn't want to ruin the chance of more sex.
She smiled at him when he described the sex as mindblowing. It had been, and she excused herself for feeling a little smug about it. House had just as much right to feel smug, but she wasn't going to remind him of that. He'd remember soon enough on his own.
"I'll make you a deal. I'll try to not complicate things. But you can't either," she said. She pressed her hand against his chest, her fingers played with his chest hair as she met his gaze. "Which means you don't freak out just because I want to kiss you. Sometimes I just like doing that with someone I've had sex with."
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He glanced down at her hand on his chest, then back at Cuddy. If it was just sex, then he had no reason to freak out. That seemed perfectly reasonable. He allowed himself to smirk at her, feeling himself relax at his decision that this was definitely just sex and he therefore had nothing to worry about. "Far be it from me to withhold that pleasure from you," he replied.
If this was going to be an extension of last night, even if it was just flirting, then House was happy to go along with that. He didn't have to think deeply into anything that way. He shifted in a little closer and then, his head still propped on his hand, leaned in to press a light kiss to her lips.
"Deal. Especially with my talented mouth," he continued when he pulled back, now looking smug. "Got to say, 'Finish or I'll kill you' was a very prolific way of expressing your delight in my oral skills."
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Cuddy leaned into the kiss, making a small hum of pleasure. In her opinion, kissing was an underrated art. Too many guys didn't know how to kiss well. Too many guys kissed only to get to the 'good' part. It was nice to be with someone who liked different types of kisses, and knew how to do them well. But before she could start thinking too highly of House, he brought up her response to his attempt to torture her during oral sex.
"You're never going to let me live that down, are you?" she groaned. Smug bastard: his ego had probably gone supernova over that. Deservedly so, she supposed, but she was going to have to find some way to level the field or he'd be smirking at her non-stop.
Cuddy cradled his jaw in her hand and pulled him forward for another, lingering kiss. She pulled back slightly, still caressing his face with her fingers, and looked at him. There was a small spark of mischief in her eyes.
"Guess I'm going to have start working on a way to 'repay' you," she said. "Gonna have to find some way to make you beg."
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He broadened his smile into a playful grin as he met her mouth again, the grin fading as he eased them both into a teasing kiss. House wasn't sure what he was going to expect from the morning after last night, but he totally wasn't going to complain about this. Besides, one less fight with Cuddy was a battle won. Flirting with her was a lot of fun, too. She was a lot of fun, he was quickly learning. At least, when it came to sex, anyway. Sex was a great distraction from his pain, too. And his pills.
As he deepened the kiss, House reached his hand up to cup her jaw, caressing her cheek with his thumb, then threaded his fingers into her hair to pull her closer. It was a slow, sensual kiss, the kind of kiss that House could easily draw out for a while. As he nipped at her bottom lip and teased his tongue with hers, he blindly felt around for the covers and started to tug impatiently, trying to silently communicate to her to get under the covers with him.
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She refused to respond to the 'hung like a horse' comment. Men and their obsession with size. House was not...inconsiderable, but horse? She refused to play into that bit of ego stroking.
She was more than happy to indulge a little tongue stroking, though. God, she'd missed this--sex, affection, whatever it was. She sighed into the kiss, meeting his nips and sucks with her own. She felt him tugging at the sheets but didn't realize at first what his intent was. She finally got it when he tugged a little more insistently, and she smiled against his mouth.
"And you call me bossy," she murmured against his lips as she twisted around, trying to slide her legs under the covers without completely breaking away from the kiss. She had to give up and stop kissing House when her legs got hopelessly entangled with the sheet. Finally shaking free, she slid under the covers and sprawled out on her back. She looked up at him leaning over her. "I suppose you'll be demanding your shirt back next."
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He dug his arm under the covers and slid his hand onto her thigh, looking back up to Cuddy's face. And when she mentioned his shirt, he dropped his eyes down to it. He'd gotten over the Cuddy wearing his shirt thing. This was just sex and her putting his shirt on was just for convenience sake when it came to getting his pills. He was certain.
"Demanding would be about right," he agreed, rubbing her thigh. He slid his hand in between her thighs and squeezed her inner thigh once before he pulled his hand back out of the covers to the top button on the shirt that was done up. "I'll just demand it back, button by button, if that's alright with you."
He pushed the button undone, then the next, and when he reached the third one House leaned in and kissed her lips once before dropping his mouth to her throat. He kissed it slowly as his fingers continued to undo the shirt, and when the last button was undone House slid his hand into the shirt to her belly and rubbed his hand over it. He pushed one side of his shirt away from her so her breast was exposed, and pulled back from her neck to look down at it.
Running his hand up to her breast, he gathered it in his palm and squeezed lightly. "Any complaints about me demanding my shirt back?" he teased as he rubbed his thumb over her nipple, looking back up to meet her eyes.
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"No complaints. Not if that's the way you 'demand' the return of your shirt," she assured him. She raised her eyes to his, her pupils already dilated in arousal. "Might backfire on you, though. I might have to steal your shirt whenever I want...attention."
She doubted she'd have to resort any such coy manuever. If this wasn't a relationship-y thing, if it was merely about satisfying the physical, then they didn't need to play games, right? Actually, she didn't know. She'd never had an non-relationship like this before. And she kind of liked playing these games with House. The teasing and taunting were part of the fun of having sex with him.
"Ah." She inhaled sharply when he twisted her nipple, pulling her out of her thoughts. His shirt was so big on her that it had fallen from her shoulders. She lifted up a little more so she could slide her arms out of the sleeves, then laid down. With one hand she pulled House down into another kiss, thrusting her tongue along his slowly and deliberately.
She entwined the fingers of her other hand with the hand House was using to massage her breast. She guided his hand down across her belly, over her hip and back in to her inner thigh. She pulled his hand back up over her pubic mound, but instead of returning to her breast she transferred their joined hands to House's body. She lightly scratched her thumbnail over his nipple before letting her hand roam. She tugged his lower lip between her teeth as she broke the kiss, looking into his eyes in silent encouragement for him to guide her hand to where, and how, he wanted her to touch him.
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He smirked when she gasped at him twisting her nipple, remained smirking slightly when he was pulled down for a kiss. He poured his attention into kissing her while his hand was taken on a guided tour around her body. He found Cuddy's assertiveness extremely sexy; there was nothing sexier than a woman who was comfortable with herself and her body in bed, even sexier if the woman herself was sexy. Whatever this non-relationship that was forming was, House couldn't deny for a second that Cuddy was one hell of a sexy woman.
When the kiss ended, House opened his eyes and seemed to understand what Cuddy was silently telling him; it was his turn to entwine their fingers together, and he drew Cuddy's hand down under the covers to his dick. He let her hand go, but caressed the back of her hand while she fondled him. "Mmm," he quietly sounded when he felt her thumb teasing the slit of his cock. He moved his hand across to Cuddy and rubbed her thigh before he encouraged her to spread her legs and slid his hand onto her crotch. He let her grind up into his palm, then concentated the tip of his middle finger on her clit in slow circles.
"I think you should ask yourself," he continued in a lazy voice, "what might I do when I want your attention." Before she could get too excited with him stroking her clit, House pulled his hand away and grasped her wrist to stop what she was doing with his cock. He raised her arm above her head and pinned it to the pillow and then leaned down to kiss her breast. He drew her nipple into his mouth and sucked softly, teased it with his tongue, then looked up at her with his eyes as he gently bit down with his teeth.
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She let out a throaty laugh when he spoke. "Is there ever a time you don't want attention?" she teased. House might not want attention all the time, but when he did, he wanted it now. She couldn't remember how many meetings or phone calls or even evenings at home he'd interrupted because he wanted something. And she could only imagine what Wilson had had to put up with over the years. Somehow, she didn't expect him to be any more subtle about his need for sexual attention.
She flexed her hand when House pinned it, not trying to pull away, just testing to see how tightly he was holding her. She watched him lower his mouth to her breast, then threw her head back with a sharp hiss as he bit down. "God, yes, do that again." Her initial reaction had been more out of surprise and arousal, not because it hurt all that much. His teeth merely sharpened the pleasure. She arched her back, pressing up against his mouth as he continued to torture her breasts. The heat grew more insistent between her thighs and she rocked her hips, seeking some relief.
"Oh, yeah...yes...." She gritted her teeth and shook her head. "Oh, no. No, you are not going to make me beg again." She didn't know who she was kidding, because it most likely wasn't House. She wasn't even really trying to resist. Personally, she was going to blame it on the utter lack of sex in her life lately, not any inherent lack of self-control.
She grabbed at his shoulder with her free hand, trying to pull him fully on top of her. "Come on, don't keep a lady waiting."
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