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House ended up going back to his room, after meeting that blonde woman down in the lobby. He'd had a crap enough day as it was; the way the morning had turned out with Cuddy, meeting Wilson in the bar, getting punched in the face by John. Yeah, he wasn't interested in his day getting any more crap than it already was, and hanging around downstairs
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"Oh, please, I can handle Cameron," she scoffed. She frowned, though, looking up at House's face as he stumbled over the mention of Wilson. His explanation seemed off somehow, forced. She couldn't put her finger on it exactly, but she thought it was likely due to the estrangement between the two men. This morning had been the first time they'd talked in days, maybe weeks, and it sounded as though it hadn't been an entirely happy conversation. It would probably take some time for them to work back to their easy ways with each other.
"Like Wilson has any room to be lecturing on sexual responsibility," she added dryly. She strongly suspected that the number of Wilson's various romantic exploits had been exaggerated--probably by House--but he hadn't been entirely faithful either.
Wilson probably would try to lecture them both, simply to try and prevent them from doing something stupid. He'd probably be right, too, but it was a little too late for friendly warnings. She was glad she hadn't mentioned anything to him when she'd seen him in the bar. It seemed like that would be another complication to this 'thing' between her and House.
Except she didn't like feeling that she was hiding this from Wilson either. Technically, it was none of his business what she and House did, but given the long friendship the three of them had shared, it felt wrong to be keeping secrets. It would be even worse if Wilson found out by accident or from someone else. God, this whole thing was complicated no matter what she decided. So she decided to ignore the issue for now, at least until House and Wilson had patched things up between them.
"Besides, I got the lectures on responsibity from my parents a long time ago. If I didn't listen to them, it's unlikely I'd listen to Wilson." Cuddy took a luxurious stretch that went all the way to her toes. Then she gave House a pat on the ass as she sat up. "Excuse me--need to make use of the facilities."
She slid out of bed and retrieved the used condom from the floor before going in to the bathroom.
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As Cuddy stretched, House took the liberty of running his hand from her chest down her belly, feeling her stomach muscles taut and firm. He chose not to respond to her comment about Wilson, though he was thinking to himself how smooth and persuasive Wilson could be with words. He'd seen Wilson do what House liked to call 'His Thing', had even got Wilson to do His Thing on his patients who needed persuading to have surgery or treatment. He was certain Wilson wouldn't hold back on doing His Thing on Cuddy, should it ever become knowledge to him of what House and Cuddy were doing.
"You're excused, by all means," House replied, rolling onto his front as Cuddy swatted his ass and shifted off the bed. He watched her venture into the bathroom before he pressed his face into the pillow and focused on stretching his shoulders and neck, then slowly rolled over again, onto his back, and launched into a long, relaxing stretch. His skin felt gritty from the sweat he'd built up during sex, and his crotch and around his balls felt sticky from where Cuddy had been riding him. God, he felt relaxed, though. He closed his eyes and focused on the mild afterglowing hum still buzzing in his body.
He pushed himself up after a moments' relaxation and got himself up off the bed, grabbed his cane and headed for the bathroom himself. He didn't bother to knock, just opened the door and stuck his head in through the doorway, and caught sight of Cuddy sitting naked on the toilet. Not a sight he expected to see, but she said she needed to use the facilities, so what did he really expect?
"Flattering," he remarked.
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"House!" she said when he poked his head in the door, her volume short of a bellow, but only just. She waved at him emphatically. "Out. Now."
She pulled a thoroughly exasperated face as House pulled his head back. She finished quickly and flushed, which seemed to be House's signal to re-enter the room. She shot him a look as she washed her hands. "You know, there is a certain expectation of privacy in the bathroom."
The fact that she was standing there naked, and House was naked, seemed to make the whole demand for privacy sound silly. He'd seen pretty much every inch of her by now. And he certainly knew that she had the same bodily functions everyone had. That didn't mean she wanted him watching her pee. She was modest enough she didn't really want anyone to watch her pee.
She dried her hands and turned to look at him. She gave a resigned sigh because rebuking House for invading someone's privacy was pointless. He probably hadn't even stopped to think about what he was doing. "I'm going to take a quick shower. You're welcome to join me...unless you actually had a reason for coming in here? One that didn't involve trying to catch me in unflattering positions?"
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"I actually came in here to pee," he continued, twirling his cane around so the handle was upside down, then using it to lift the toilet seat. It thunked against the porcelain tank and House set his cane down against the wall before taking his dick in his hand. He looked across at Cuddy. "You don't mind, right? Thought not."
He turned his attention down to the toilet bowl and started to whistle a tune while he waited for his bladder to relieve itself. The last time he'd used the toilet in front of Cuddy she didn't actually stick around in the bathroom to witness anything. And House had felt extremely degraded knowing he couldn't get to the toilet without Cuddy's help because of his detoxing state.
Right now, however, he didn't care that she was able to see him, because they'd just had sex and getting coy around Cuddy with his natural bodily functions now was just stupid. Not to mention the fact that there'd been times at work where Cuddy had barged in on him taking a piss, stood and watched him even, so this was no different to that as far as House was concerned. The only difference was he was butt naked.
He flushed once he was done, moved across to the sink to wash his hands and then moved across to the shower. He pulled the shower screen aside and peered in at Cuddy. "Do I get to soap your breasts?"
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Huh. Okay, so what the hell was she worried about? This wasn't a romance. She couldn't kill it by peeing in front of him. Probably couldn't kill it by any means except, possibly, trying to turn it into a romance. Nor was it like the helplessness that had made House resent her presence in the bathroon during his withdrawal. This was just...peeing.
"God," she muttered to herself as she turned the shower on. She swore House lived for flustering her. What annoyed her was that she kept letting him do it. She never quite anticipated every little quirk of his.
She stepped into the shower as House used the toilet, standing directly under the shower head and letting the warm water cascade over her body. There was something sensuous about the feel of water, the way it slid across her skin following her curves. It was almost a sexual experience all by itself. It definitely accentuated the lingering glow from the sex she and House had just had.
She blinked the water away from her eyes as House peered in. "You mean you're not tired of them yet?" she asked dryly, glancing down at her breasts. She reached out and gave his arm a light tug, drawing him into the shower with her. She reached up and gave him a soft, lingering kiss. Then she half turned away and reached for the soap. "You can soap anything you want, but start with my back." She glanced over her shoulder at him. "Please?"
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He allowed himself to be drawn into the shower, sliding the screen shut behind him as Cuddy kissed his lips. The shower, luckily, wasn't too small; there was at least elbow room for the both of them. As Cuddy turned away to fetch the soap, House leaned around her and pushed his face into the spray to wet it, his hands on her hips for balance. Pulling back, he quickly wiped his eyes with his fingers, then looked down at Cuddy.
"That's the second time you've said please to me tonight," he replied, smirking. "Wow, I'm getting good at this."
He urged her to face right around so her back was towards him and focused on pushing her damp, unruly hair from her neck and back before reaching for the soap offered to him. He lathered his hands up and set the soap back down onto the dish, and then started to smooth his soapy palms onto her back. Taking showers with another person was an extremely intimate thing to House; the touching of bare, damp skin, the feel of body warmth and water and soap. He always found the feel of another person's wet skin against his erotic, too, definitely an experience he didn't think he'd ever find himself sharing with Cuddy. Which he could've argued with himself why the hell he was doing something so intimate with her, but just about everything that happened between them both he'd never expected -- from them having sex, right down to the fact that they were both stuck in this hotel together. He was of the firm belief that what he and Cuddy had wasn't a relationship, just like Cuddy had asserted before they had sex tonight, so this thing in the shower wasn't anything except what it was: them having a shower together.
Still, after he'd run his hands all over her back, House slid them up to her shoulders and began to slowly massage them. He kneaded his thumbs into the knots and firmly manipulated the muscles to get them to loosen up.
"You're tense," he murmured.
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Obviously saying please to get House to finally bring her to orgasm had not been 'merely being polite.' It hadn't been polite at all. It had been begging, pure and simple. But being polite was the story she was sticking to until she came up with a better excuse.
Cuddy let her head drop forward as House's slippery hands glided over her skin. There was something incredibly intimate about being touched like this. Not necessarily sexual, although it certainly could be. It was...comforting. It was...caring. It was...everything two people who weren't in a relationship shouldn't be doing. Kind of like the sex. She had no intention of stopping either.
"Hmmm? Oh, yeah, those muscles are always tight." She let out a soft huff of amusement. "I think it started about the time I hired you."
Clearly she had more stressors in her life than just House, and they all seemed to go straight to the muscles of her shoulders and upper back. She didn't even notice when she was tense any more because she was almost always tense. At home she kept to regular exercise and stretching to try and stay relaxed and loose. But despite all the stress she'd had since arriving at the Hotel, she hadn't stuck to her exercise program. The tightness in her muscles had built up almost without her being aware of it.
Cuddy let out a soft groan and arched her back when House hit a sensitive spot between her shoulder blades. "Ow...no, don't stop," she murmured when the movement of his hands hesitated. Damn that smarted, until House kneaded out the knot and then it felt amazing. She rolled her head from side to side, feeling the newly loosened muscles stretch easily.
"If you ever decide to change careers, you could make a killing as a masseuse." She let out a soft snort of laughter. She almost added 'or a gigolo' but she kept that observation to herself. He was already unbearably smug about his sexual talents.
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Her shoulders weren't really in bad shape at all, just tight and tense, and House knew there was no such thing as years of sexual repression when it came to Cuddy and himself; just years of sexual harassment on his part, which she always took in her stride most of the time. He dug his thumbs in deeper and worked at the bunched muscle fibres to push the knots out of her shoulders, working his way down to between her shoulder blades.
After hesitating when she voiced her complaint of pain, House did as she requested and kept kneading his fingers and palms into her back until he could feel she'd loosened up considerably. He smirked at her comment about him being good at massage, abandoning her shoulders and closing his hand around the back of her neck to start massaging that.
"But then I'd have to touch people," he remarked, placing one hand on her shoulder to hold her steady, while he slowly massaged the base of her skull with his fingertips. "Different when you're a doctor: most people don't like doctors. Massaging someone's neck is a little different to palpating someone's cervical lymph nodes."
He used his hand on her shoulder to push her hair more out of the way, then began to slowly knead his fingers down the column of her neck, from her nape downwards. He soon finished the massage with a final squeeze to her neck and let his hand slide down her skin. His hand came to a rest to her hip and he reached his other arm around her for the soap.
"So, the question is," he said, circling Cuddy in his arms while he soaped both his hands up, "what to massage next."
He set the soap down onto the dish and craned his neck so he could peer over her shoulder, down at her body. His hands then instantly moved to her breasts, cupping them, and he pulled Cuddy against him so her back was pressed against his chest.
"Hmmm," he said in mock seriousness, giving her breasts a couple of experimental squeezes, "yeah, these seem pretty tense, too."
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She did think he'd turn that down, strange as it seemed. Strange for someone who spent as much time talking about women and sex as House did, that was. That was House, though, saying one thing and doing another. Since Stacy left he'd ogled and sexually harassed plenty of women, herself included. As far as she knew he hadn't slept with any of them.
Frankly she thought he was more sexually repressed than she was. Or maybe not sexually repressed, more like...affection repressed? Because he apparently took care of his physical needs but only if he could avoid emotional entanglements.
She, on the other hand, was affection starved. Not sex starved, although at times there was a correlation. What she wanted was the whole package: sex, intimacy, affection. It was troubling to realize that the closest she'd gotten to that in recent years was right now, with House. It certainly made her wonder how much of the affection she thought she was seeing from House was really just her projecting her own wishes.
She leaned back when House pulled her to him, dropping her head back against his shoulder. "Trust me," she said with a throaty chuckle. "Those are not tense." She let him play with her breasts though, his slippery fingers caressing them before sliding down to stroke across her belly and hips. Maybe this wasn't intimacy, maybe it was simply House taking full advantage of the opportunity to grope her, but it felt like intimacy. She decided that was good enough for now.
"You know what--I think you've got those clean now." His hands had wandered back up to her breasts and she laid her hands over his. She twisted her head to look up at him and smile. "I think it's probably my turn now."
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The truth was, yes he would turn down that kind of thing, appealing as it was. Being a doctor gave him a safe barrier between people and himself; it wasn't part of the job to care, just part of the job to treat and practice medicine. Massage would require caring. No, thanks. House much preferred to ogle at a distance where he was safe from getting personal.
Which was... not what he was doing here with Cuddy. Or... Actually, he had no idea what he was doing here with Cuddy. He was touching her and stroking her skin, feeling and caressing her body like she was his and as much as he tried to deploy the idea that this wasn't any kind of relationship, this was just two people in a shower after having sex, this wasn't anything except physical, his bizarre feelings of possessiveness were undeniable. As he cupped her breasts, then started to slide his hands over her belly and hips, the tops of her thighs and her waist, he felt strangely very possessive of Cuddy. House had always been possessive of her, and of Wilson, but for reasons pertaining to the fact that they were his friends. Not because he'd had sex with them.
He weirdly started picturing Cuddy being intimate with other men, doing this same thing with other men -- where the thoughts were coming from, he had no idea. Maybe it was just the intimacy of this, standing here in the shower and touching her, or maybe it was the fact that Cuddy had brought up massaging other women and that made him think of the idea of someone else doing this to Cuddy. Whatever the reason, he didn't like the idea of someone else touching Cuddy like this. At all. Which was just stupid, because they weren't in a relationship. So, he had no reason to think like that.
Except... except... He didn't want to further that line of thought; it was getting too confusing.
He looked down at Cuddy, his chin tucked against his chest so he could see her face, when she looked up to him and spoke about it being her turn. He squeezed her breasts again. "Your turn? To grope your breasts? That's hot. I don't have any complaints about you groping yourself in front of me. It's good you're comfortable enough to share with me your self-love."
He grinned down at her, letting his hands slip from her breasts and slide down to her belly. He then gave her a mock serious look. "Guess that means I'm all yours."
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There was just enough room for them to stand sideways to the cascading water. She waited until House had ducked under the water himself then maneuvered him so that he was standing with his back to the wall.
"You disappoint me," she said as she began to work her hands across his chest. She started along his shoulders and slowly worked downward. "Watching me masturbate is a pretty mild fantasy. I would've thought you'd be more...creative. More edgy. More into leather bras and handcuffs." She smiled up at him as her hands swept across his lower abdomen. "You're really just a traditionalist, aren't you?"
She looked down again, her hair slipping over her shoulders and clinging to the sides of her face. She ran her hand along his cock and around his balls. She kept her touch light, not meant to arouse--assuming he could respond so soon after the intense sex they'd had. She was simply washing away the residue of latex and spermicide that condoms tended to leave behind.
It was an undeniably intimate way of touching him. Too intimate for House? She took the chance, figuring she'd know if he didn't like it. For her it was simply taking care of a...lover? Partner? What the hell did they call each other if this wasn't a relationship? 'Significant other' didn't apply. Endearments seemed out of the question. Maybe they should stick to "bastard" and "she-devil." That was both familiar and uncomplicated.
Cuddy ran her hands along his sides and onto his hips. "Rinse off," she said, reaching for the soap again. "Then I'll get your back."
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House was actually very vanilla. He didn't find thrill in being restrained or blindfolded or being in any situation where he felt at all out of control or compromised. He liked sex where he could look and touch and taste everything he wanted to; so, yes, Cuddy was actually right, he was a traditionalist. Not that he'd let on now that she'd said that. He dropped his eyes to her hands and watched them move over his chest and stomach. He wasn't sure what to make of her touching him like this. It was just a shower, so he shouldn't have had a problem except it was so incredibly initimate. He hadn't been touched like this in... god, he could barely even remember. It made him feel vulnerable, being washed, especially with how much attention Cuddy was putting into it. She was watching what she was doing, watching his skin and watching her hands moving over every part of him and House wasn't sure what to do.
So, he stood there, straight, arms by his side, feeling for the first time since Cuddy and he had sex, awkward. Sort of like how he felt when Alice was touching him. It was making him painstakingly aware of his appearance, almost made him feel paranoid about what Cuddy was thinking about his body while touching him like this. Surely not attractive; he didn't know how that was even possible, to see much attractiveness in his body or how he looked. It was certainly something he didn't see. He used to, before the infarction -- not hugely but much more than he did nowadays.
When Cuddy reached his penis and balls, he glanced up at her face and tried to school the awkwardness from his expression. This was stupid: she'd had his cock in her mouth and had it inside her, had stroked it and caressed it and now he was feeling awkward? He was glad when she stepped back and gave him room to rinse off. He let the water run down his body, pushing his head under the spray, then stepped back again before he hesitantly turned to face the wall so Cuddy could wash his back.
"No funny business with that soap," he said to joke off his unease, once his back was facing Cuddy.
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Cuddy could almost feel the tension building. House's movements, his posture, were stiff, hesitant. She knew she needed to back off a little, but she wasn't sure if it was a purely physical thing or if he was reacting emotionally. Emotionally, she guessed, but he was surprisingly shy about his body at times. Not during sex: he seemed at ease then. And he was definitely comfortable touching her, but the rest of the time....
"It's just me," she added softly. She washed his back, making the touch of her fingers lighter, less sensual. In her opinion it was a shame. Under those layers of wrinkled clothes he usually wore he had a nice body, muscular but lean. She enjoyed running her hands over his skin, feeling the solidity of bones and muscles under the surface. The scar on his thigh was ugly, there was no denying that, but it was old news for her. Old enough that she didn't think about it unless he drew her attention to it.
"Just as well you're not into handcuffs," she said, trying to relax him with something more like their normal sexual banter. "I can't say that I've ever had any great desire to be tied up. As to leather...it's probably a great visual, but wouldn't it be hot?"
Her forehead creased in a frown because she really didn't know. The only leather she owned was a little black leather jacket, and her shoes, of course. She'd never tried more intimate items of apparel. She shook off her musings and gave House a light slap on the ass. "All done. Rinse off and let's get out before we turn into prunes."
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He tried to ignore her reassurance that it was just her, though tried to relax a little more at the same time. He drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly, lagging his head forward. He snorted at her comment about leather.
"That's the whole point," he replied. "You put it on, only for it to come off. Except because it's leather, you're supposed to make a show of the strip teasing. Unless you're a dominatrix, in which case it doesn't come off at all, and the guy being dominated doesn't even get to touch unless he's given permission. That's no fun."
He opened his eyes and peered over his shoulder at Cuddy, and pictured her briefly in leather. His eyes dropped to her breasts and he found himself thinking about Cuddy in a black leather bra and pants. Maybe a short skirt and whoa, that was a hot mental image. He faced back to the wall. Yeah, hot mental image. Something he'd perhaps entertain later on. Not that Cuddy naked wasn't hot enough, but adding something alluring like tight-fitting clothes, things that accenturated her curves, just made it even hotter.
At the slap to his ass, House pushed back from the wall and moved back under the spray, rinsing his whole body off a little self-consciously. He pulled his head away from the spray and gave it a quick shake to rid the excess water, then opened his eyes again to look at Cuddy as he rubbed his hand over his face. He used his other hand to shut the water off.
"I got to soap your breasts; do I get to dry them, too?"
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It occurred to her that his comment about stripping might be in reference to the stripper he'd met here, but realistically he'd probably seen plenty of strippers in his time. More than she had, certainly. She wasn't going to let herself obsess over that any more. He'd had his chance to go back to the stripper, to that kind of sex, and he'd chosen not to. She might not fully understand why he'd chosen to be with her, but she was going to accept that it was his choice.
As House rinsed off, she stepped out of the shower and grabbed one of the thick cotton towels the Hotel provided. A touch of luxury apparently intended to distract them from the fact they were trapped. She did appreciate the luxuries: the towels, the food, all the amenities. But it definitely wasn't enough to distract her from the reality of her situation. So far, House had been the only one who'd managed to distract her. Several times in fact.
"Wait your turn," she said, holding the towel up as House stepped out of the shower. She began to rub it across his chest before he could take it from her. She dried both arms all the way to his fingertips before moving back to his torso. She tried to find a balance between making her touch too detached and methodical and making it so intimate that she made House uneasy again. It was a difficult line for her to tread. It was that whole tactile thing again. She liked to touch. The fact that she'd already become intimately acquainted with his body only made that desire stronger, not weaker.
She ran the towel down his legs, but had to squat down to dry his feet. Then she draped the towel around the back of his legs, holding it by either corner as she stood, pulling up along the backs of his legs and across his ass to his waist. She tugged on it then, pulling him into a brief kiss.
"Oops." She pulled a face in pretend concern as she looked at where the press of her still damp body had gotten him wet. "Guess maybe you do need to dry me off."
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As she dried down his chest and stomach, House slowly and a little warily drew his eyes back to Cuddy and watched her face, watched how she was focusing on what she was doing. He watched her rub the towel down his arms and hands, a little uneasy by how much focus she was putting into this because it was again making him acutely aware of himself and his appearance. He tensed up as Cuddy descended to his legs, though relaxed when she drew no attention to his scar whatsoever, and by the time Cuddy was standing back up and tugged him in towards her with the towel, the look on his had face softened. As awkward as he was about this, it was... nice, in a way, to be touched like that.
"Yeah, that's a real chore," House agreed in a mock put-out tone. He reached for the other towel, shook it out and appreciatively looked at her chest while he started to wipe the corner of the towel across her sternum. He might've been awkward about having this kind of attention on him, but he certainly didn't mind paying this kind of attention to Cuddy's body. And why not? She had an incredible body, as far as House was concerned. He dried over her breasts and took the opportunity to grope them again by palming her left breast and lifting it up to dry underneath it, doing the same to the right breast.
"You really should ask for assistance in drying these in the future," he advised, though the corner of his mouth had lifted in a smirk. "Be too much of a handful, otherwise."
He dried down to her belly, her waist and to her hips, and when he rubbed the towel over her crotch, he glanced up at her face. "Oops. Hand slipped." He grinned. "Turn around."
Once her back was facing him, he ran the towel over her back, made a point of groping and caressing her ass while drying it and dried down her legs before he stood back up and started to dry her hair. He gathered it in the towel and rubbed it carefully, then draped the towel over her head and started to rub her scalp.
"You eaten?" he asked. He tugged the towel from her head and dropped a kiss to her shoulder, then to the side of her neck, letting the towel fall to the floor. He reached his arms around her and stroked her belly before scooping her breasts up in his hands. Hey, he liked them. "I'm hungry," he said against her neck.
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