Gift of Screws, Chapter 19.4
Title: Gift of Screws, Chapter Nineteen, Part Four
Author: Duckie Nicks
Rating: NC-17 for sex
Characters: House, Cuddy, Rachel Cuddy
Author's Note: This piece takes place in the future when Rachel is five; House and Cuddy are in an established relationship.
Warning: This fic also contains sex. If that bothers you, don't read.
Summary: For a price, House agrees to celebrate Purim with Cuddy and Rachel. But although he's getting all the sex he
wants, he's still not sure he'll be able to last the weekend. Established relationship, contains sexual situations.
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9 (Part 1), Chapter 9 (Part 2), Chapter 9 (Part 3), Chapter 9 (Part 4), Chapter 10 (Part 1), Chapter 10 (Part 2), Chapter 10 (Part 3), Chapter 11, Chapter 12 (Part 1), Chapter 12 (Part 2), Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18 (Part 1), Chapter 18 (Part 2), Chapter 19 (Part 1), Chapter 19 (Part 2), Chapter 19 (Part 3)
Disclaimer: I don't own it.
He didn’t feel any relief. Again, he had to wonder: was it really an invitation? It sounded like one, but -
“Oh for the love of God, House,” she practically snapped, rolling over onto her back. As his gaze instinctively went for her breasts, he heard her add, “This isn’t rocket science.”
But just because she said that didn’t necessarily make it true. Of course, he couldn’t tell her that her mood was making the simple task of fucking her complicated. That would piss her off… assuming she didn’t start laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. So he definitely couldn’t say any of it aloud.
He didn’t need to though.
Sitting up Cuddy had clearly decided to take control. “It’s really not,” she told him, reaching him for him.
“What?” he asked, distracted.
She smiled and took hold of his hands. “As fun as I’m sure it is for you to ogle me, there are better things we could be doing.”
“Yeah?” he asked, even as he let her press the palm of his hands against her chest.
“You want me to beg you?” Annoyance colored the question more than she intended. But it was hard to feel guilty about that; the second she let go of his hands, they dropped to her side as though he didn’t want to touch her. And then she really was irritated, because she could see the desire in his eyes. But he wasn’t acting on it?
“No,” he said in what seemed to be an honest voice.
She couldn't think that he actually meant what he was saying, but he certainly seemed to. Not that that meant anything, she guessed; if anyone was a great liar, it was House. And though it was foolish to even entertain the idea of playing games with her right now, the possibility wasn't exactly out of the question either.
"I just want to make sure... that you're interested in this and not just saying that to shut me up or make me back -"
"So then you do want me to beg," she interrupted.
"No. That's not what I said."
"Well, I have been saying I want sex," she pointed out. "I wouldn't say that if I didn't want it." He seemed hesitant to believe that. "What's the problem?"
He eyed her carefully. "When you first came in here, you said you weren't interested in -"
"And I changed my mind."
"Seriously," he said doubtfully.
"Yes."
He nodded his head though he didn't look convinced.
"If I didn't want it, I wouldn't suggest it. Although I'm sure you will make me regret saying this," she muttered, knowing with all her heart that he would. "I am attracted to you."
"How embarrassing for you."
She ignored the self-pitying remark. "You're naked. In front of me. You're touching me."
"You just said that wasn’t turning you on."
"It wasn't," she admitted. "But it made me think of all the other places you could be touching me and...." She shrugged. "I guess it worked."
Still, he looked at her as though at any moment she would snap at him. "So... this isn't a trick."
"Of course not."
The way she said it made it seem like it was completely out of the realm of possibilities, but even she knew that was a lie. Oh, she would never begrudgingly welcome him into her bed; he was speaking as though she might just have sex with him to appease him, and she had enough self-respect not to do that. But she supposed that there were times when the fun of tormenting him had left him unsatisfied and wanting more. Those days were long gone though.
That had been another life really. Before they'd gotten together, the tease had been all they'd had together. Never willing to actually go there, they'd both flirted with the other's attraction; it had been what they'd done for fun. And then they'd started dating and maybe, maybe, that dynamic had come along with them. When she'd wanted to make him angry, when she'd suddenly become afraid of what their relationship meant, when she herself had been angry, sure, she'd offered him sex and then turned him down or given it to him and then punished him for it. Under no circumstances had that been a healthy way of doing things, and she would never act like - had never pretended like - it was.
But that had stopped the second they'd chosen to live together, to really invest in their relationship. They'd never talked about it, but she suspected they'd both known that the games had to stop. If he was going to be living in her home, if he was going to be in Rachel's every day life, they couldn't keep tormenting one another for the hell of it. Cuddy wouldn't pretend that changing had been easy or quick. They'd maintained a certain dynamic for so long that it had been anything but simple to focus that energy elsewhere. But they'd done it.
And yet House was sitting here acting like nothing had changed. He was looking at her like she would still get mad at him for giving her what she said she wanted (but didn't really want). And she had to wonder in that moment how much they'd changed if he still thought that that withholding behavior was within her.
She had to wonder if maybe he was right.
But almost instantly, she dismissed the idea. As screwed up as they still were, Cuddy had no interest in hurting him. She might have still been capable of treating him that way, but what point would that prove? What would that get her?
It would make him mad and upset the delicate balance of their relationship. It would give her a temporary high, potentially, but the amount of suffering they would all experience to get their dynamic back to normal wouldn't be worth it. And if he thought that she thought differently, then he was clearly out of his mind.
"I have no interest in telling you no," she insisted in a firm voice. "On the other hand, you seem to be intent on avoiding this."
"Avoiding sex? That... doesn't happen."
She pretended to be uneasy at his reluctance. Then again, she supposed his hesitance did make her uneasy. She didn't like what he was implying about her own behavior. But what she presented to him was that it somehow made her doubt herself. Purposely looking away from him, she had to fight the urge to smile as she played him. "Well, what am I supposed to think? I'm naked, and you don't want to have -"
"Don't want?" he asked in surprise. "Now you're just being an idiot."
The words were harsh, but they were everything she wanted to hear. They all but guaranteed that they were going to railroad over this moment with sex, which was, in all honesty, what she wanted.
It might have been foolish to think that making love could undo all of the crap she'd experienced today. But she was willing to give it a shot if he was.
Thankfully, he didn't seem opposed to the idea any longer.
His lips descended on her shoulder. A soft kiss to her clavicle, he slowly moved towards her neck. His breath was hot on her skin; the small wet trail of kisses he was leaving in his wake should have been cool to her - it was so cold outside - but somehow that just spread warmth within her. He pressed his lips roughly into her pulse point, his stubble noisily scratching against her flesh, as he asked her, "How could I ever not want you?"
Inwardly her answer was it wasn’t possible. But saying that out loud would only make her sound bad. So she lied. One of her hands clasping one of his, she said quietly, “You were hesitating.”
His thumb stroked the back of her hand. "I didn't want you to think I was taking advantage of you."
"I don't think that's possible," she said with a smile.
His mouth slowly found hers, as though they had all the time in the world to kiss, touch, enjoy one another. She knew they didn't, not realistically; Rachel would wake up, or it would be time to get ready for the party....
"Stop thinking," he whispered against her lips.
She kissed him back, her free hand rubbing his good thigh. Freeing her mind of worry was no small task, but if there were a distraction capable of fighting her concern, it was House.
Slowly she let her fingers roam to his cock. As he slipped her tongue, she took him in her hand; he gasped into her mouth, his hips instinctively thrusting into her grip. The second he did that though, she let him go. His stamina was fantastic, not just for his age but for anyone. But they had had a lot of sex, and even he had his limits, so she needed to make sure this didn’t end quickly.
He didn’t seem to care about that, however. The loss of contact between her hand and his dick clearly left him wanting and disappointed, and not even cupping his balls seemed to be enough for him.
But that only made him more interested in pleasing her, which, needless to say, she liked. If he had been hesitant before, he was no longer. The hand not holding hers glided over her body, leaving a trail of heat wherever his palm went. As he passed over her abdomen, her stomach clenched with understanding and excited longing. He was going to touch her the way she had been hoping he would for at least fifteen minutes now.
Thankfully.
He hadn't been wrong to think she was uninterested when she'd come in here. But his hands on her body and the loving way he had tried to make her feel better had been a greater turn on than any romantic act. He had shown her just how much he loved and supported her, and if that hadn't turned her on, she was sure nothing would or could have ever.
With what she could only call reverence, he parted her thighs. His fingers were gentle, the pads tickling her as they meandered their way from her legs to her slit. As she curled her fist around his dick once more, he slipped a finger inside of her.
Her muscles clenched together as she tried to create friction. But that was nearly impossible. The wetness he was causing with that single finger was working against her… not that she was complaining, of course. It felt good to have him finally touch her, especially when he pressed the palm of his hand against her mound. His heel grounding against her clit, she couldn’t help but moan her approval.
Tugging at him in time with his own thrusts, she wanted to make sure he was getting the same satisfaction she was. And from the way his cheeks and shoulders were turning red, she could tell that he was. But all of that was promptly forgotten when he pushed another finger inside of her. Suddenly fuller, she could no longer focus on him and let go of him.
Immediately breaking the kiss, she exclaimed, “Yes!”
“Shh,” he whispered. She looked at him through hooded lids, the words barely registering as he spread the fingers within her. “No need for the neighbors to hear this. I mean, maybe if they were hot, but I think the one has a combined age of -”
“Stop talking,” she practically whined. She didn’t mean for her voice to be so high-pitched, but at this point, she couldn’t help it. “Oh.” He hit that special spot that made her toes curl, and she closed her eyes to let herself fully experience the delicious feeling.
Her hand moved to his thigh, so she could rock her hips. Dimly she recognized the agitated sound he made; one second she had her hands wrapped around him, the next she didn’t, and it was easy to understand why he would be jealous of her pleasure.
But he didn’t complain. Truthfully she wouldn’t have cared if he had. She was far too consumed by her own needs to bother with any of his. And though there existed the niggling thought that she should care, she didn’t.
She had no cares at all at that moment - not for him, not for the things that had happened today, not for anything. There was only the feel of his fingers fucking her and the heel of his hand rubbing her clitoris, and nothing else seemed to register in her mind.
Her hips moved freely against his hand. Every now and then she would open her eyes a tad and see the hungered look in his gaze. And she knew that, although he was doing all the work, he didn’t begrudge her that fact; if anything, he seemed to enjoy watching her.
Somehow that made it easier for her to fully give in to her need. If he had been impatient or envious, she wouldn’t have been quick to move on to something else, but she would have felt bad for making him wait.
Well… just a little… maybe.
In truth it was hard to feel sympathy for him. Her thoughts were not born from cruelty, not by any means. It was just that, at that moment, her mind selfishly focused on the pleasure she wanted. And if he was willing to freely give it to her, she couldn’t worry herself with giving him what he rightfully deserved. He would get what he wanted eventually anyway….
Thought seemed to get away from her then, as though it were a tangible thing slipping out of her reach. Her eyes closed, she let her head fall back lazily. Curls tickled her skin between her shoulders and along her back. As he added another finger inside of her, her mouth opened slightly. She exhaled roughly, the air hot on her lips.
He thrust his fingers into her as deeply as he could, touching every bit of her that was available to him. And yet it still didn’t feel like enough. Every now and then he would withdraw and let a slick finger trace the outer rim of her hole or dance along her perineum. He was taunting her; she knew it; he was teasing her to drive her out of her mind, and though it was working, she wanted nothing more than for him to just fuck her.
She scooted closer to him, so that her body would rub against his hand better. Slowly he gave her what he wanted, reinserting each finger one by one. Her impatience was obvious, undeniable, and she was sure that was the reason he laughed at her then.
There was nothing derisive about it, nothing dark. It could have been judgmental, but she didn’t hear any of that then. Though tormenting her was his favorite pastime, at the moment, she knew she was safe where she was, protected from everything that might hurt her. If he laughed at all, she thought it was because he genuinely enjoyed seeing her like this.
And suddenly she was reminded just how giving a man he was, how dedicated he was to their relationship. She’d never forgotten; what he had done for her today had made it impossible to be unaware of the lengths he would go to make her happy. But he was nothing if not capable of punctuating his points, reiterating them and beating her logic down until his point of view was somehow the only one she saw.
Sometimes she hated that. Right now, she welcomed it, encouraged herself to believe that he could be right about all of this - that nothing could hurt them.
Part of her traitorously thought that it was foolish to think that they were protected from much of anything. There were so many ways this could go wrong that it seemed like nothing short of a miracle that they had made it this far, had lasted this long. And that was a thought she could never fully ignore.
But House, seemingly sensing where her mind was headed, deftly steered her back to the moment with his tongue and hand. His fingers pushed deep inside of her; his lips offered gentle kisses against her clavicle, his mouth purposely avoiding the spot he'd bit her last night. His moves cherished her, and though she couldn't avoid gloomy thoughts, he as always won the argument. Without even saying a word, he brought her back.
The hand holding hers seemed to lead her back to the present, as though he were physically tugging at her. Her focus suddenly returning to the matter at hand, she found herself unable to hold back. Panting, she felt her body meeting every one of his short thrusts. Her clitoris rubbing against his heel roughly, she came quickly.
"Oh God," she cried out, the words coming in a rushed exhale. Her body clenched around his fingers, and her control slipped away from her.
The intense pleasure ended all too fast. Like a light drizzle in a desert, the joy she felt came and went without satisfying her needs.
Her body craved more, for him.
And he knew that. She was nowhere near finished, and he didn't plan on leaving her until she was absolutely sated.
Pulling his fingers out of her, House wasn't surprised that she made a sound that seemed more plaintive than pleased.
"Shh," he murmured against her jaw. "We're not done yet." He moved back on the bed to give himself more space. She watched him almost in a daze, but she didn't respond. Instead she silently allowed him to spread her legs further, his hands on her ankles.
Leaning down, he kissed one of her shins. His mouth slowly migrated to a bony knee. His hands ran along her thighs as he moved between her legs on the mattress. Her skin was pale, soft. Silently he thought of the days long gone since he had first seen her naked body.
She’d been thicker then, filled out especially in her thighs. That freshman fifteen had looked glorious on her, and for years, he’d wished he’d had more days back then to explore every inch of that Cuddy. As he leaned down to kiss the soft flesh, he understood how moronic he’d been to ever want that. He supposed back then he’d made that wish, thinking he would never get a chance to see her naked again.
Obviously he’d been wrong. And while her body had changed, while they both had changed so much, he found himself more attracted to her than he had ever been. He’d liked the extra meat on her bones then; he’d liked the freer, looser party girl she’d been back then. But he no longer looked at that time period with any amount of longing.
Now he could comprehend: had he stayed at Michigan, he would have undoubtedly ruined any relationship they might have had. And truthfully there was still a good chance of that happening, of him screwing things up. But at least now… he could begin to see just how much he needed her in his life. Then he would have believed better things lay ahead for him. Fast forward a couple decades, and he knew that that would never be true. There was nothing better out there, and there weren’t enough lies he could tell himself to make that seem even remotely true. The woman beneath him was as good as it got, was far better than he deserved. If he blew it with her, he would spend the rest of his life trying to get her back or hating himself for being unable to do so. The latter seeming more realistic, it made him all the more determined to avoid such an ending.
And if worshiping every inch of her was the way to make that happen, he was all for it.
He kissed her thigh a few times, licked her skin. Nuzzling her, he told her, “You have no idea how hot you are, you know that?” She didn’t respond to the question, though the arrogant look on her face said to him that she did, in fact, have a good idea.
But with her hands in his hair, she did say to him, “Show me. Show me how much you want me.”
Half of him was inclined to give her what she wanted. The other half wasn’t going to go down, literally, without a little incentive.
Moving towards her mound, he let his mouth hover just above her body. “You didn’t say the magic word,” he said, hoping his breath was hot against her sensitive skin.
The hands in his hair tightened their grip. “I’m not going to ask you nicely.”
He wrapped his hands around her wrists and carefully pried her fingers away from him. Pressing her hands roughly into the mattress, he told her, “You like it when I make you say please.”
“You can’t make me do -”
“I can make you do anything,” he said arrogantly.
“Except apparently make me come in a reasonable amount of time.”
He contemplated sticking his tongue out at her then, but he decided against it. That would probably just rile her up even more. Of course, he wasn’t opposed to that, but if he were going to have fun with her now, he wasn’t going to go for the easy option.
“You know that’s not true,” he told her knowingly.
She shrugged. “You’re free to prove that any time you like now.”
He repeated himself. “You didn’t say the magic word.”
She leaned down so that her face was suddenly in his. A smirk on her face, she told him, “I’m not going to beg. Not today.”
Since her lips were right there, he couldn’t resist kissing her. His mouth met hers in a gentle press. He kept his hands on top of hers as their lips moved together, but he allowed his grip to loosen. Although he didn’t say anything out loud, he was at that moment reconsidering his whole approach.
He hadn’t been wrong before; she did like it when he exerted a certain amount of control. It went without saying that he enjoyed bringing her literally and figuratively to her knees as well. And while that was not their default or daily dynamic, it was one he was versed enough in to think that that was what she wanted.
But now he was rethinking that.
They were in such a delicate place right now. And the way she’d looked when she’d first come home, like she thought he would never want her again… it had stuck with him. It made him think that perhaps games were not what was needed right now. Toying with her, dominating her - those things were, he thought, better left ignored for the time being. As much fun as that could have been, the chances of them screwing it up, making things worse were high. And what he wanted more than anything at this particular moment was to just be with her.
No games.
Pulling away from her, he looked her in the eye. “Might want to get your stopwatch, babe.” His hands moving towards her shoulders, he lightly pushed her back. “Lie back.”
She smiled at him as she lay down. He expected, and perhaps wrongly, for some sort of gratitude in her grin, for some kind of relief. But if he could define anything, emotion or otherwise, playing on her features at that moment, it was a sense of victory he detected.
Truth be told, he didn’t know how he should take that. Was she trying to manipulate him? Trying to get a rise out of him? Or was she genuinely pleased that he had changed course? Sometimes it was hard to tell, which he hated to admit, because he prided himself on knowing her pretty damn well.
He supposed though the reason behind her smile didn’t matter. Well, okay, it mattered to him. But that was trivial at this point. He could waste time trying to find answers, or he could give Cuddy one thing he knew she wanted. It might not have been everything she wanted from him at that moment; he might have been missing a few cues, but it was better in the end to under think the whole thing than to over think it and piss her off.
Besides, as he had told himself earlier, now wasn’t the right time to play games. If she thought differently (and he doubted she did), then surely she would understand his desire to play things straight. Even if that wasn’t what she wanted, she could appreciate that. He refused to let himself think otherwise.
“You don’t need to over think this.” But those words, uttered many times today, were not ones he heard in his head. They were ones Cuddy said out loud.
He blinked and looked at her. “You’re right. Here I was, trying to figure out a good plan of attack and ignoring one very important point.” He ran a finger down the length of her slit. “You are so easy.”
Bowing his head, he missed the irritation that was sure to be seen in her face. Which was unfortunate, because he would have liked to have seen the change in her demeanor when he made one long lick from her clit to her weeping hole.
His hands holding her thighs open, he could feel her tense. And he would have loved to have seen what her face looked like at the first contact he made with her body. But there was no helping that, obviously, and he pushed the thought aside in favor of the task in front of him.
For a brief second, he toyed with the idea of saying something to her. It felt like there was more to say before he got down to business, so to speak. In the end though, he didn’t say a single thing. The longer he took to eat her out, the longer it would be until he got his needs fulfilled. And before he’d nestled his face between her thighs, his desire had seemed manageable, the ability to make a quip or two still there for him. Now, looking at her delicious pussy, all pink and open for him - just for him - he felt as though speaking would have been a waste of his time.
Certainly, he feared that by teasing with her, he would inevitably make his own experience much less satisfying. It was easy to play with your food when you weren’t bothered with dessert. In this case, dessert would come in the form of penetration. And if he wasted too much time with the verbal equivalent of making a mashed potato fortress, chances were he’d end up with semen running down her leg or his.
As it was, he thought (while simultaneously deciding that the metaphor needed to be dropped), he was already hard. She’d jerked him off for maybe a minute, but touching her, watching her orgasm had kept him stiff and ready to go. Now with her sprawled out in front of him, with her taste on his tongue, his need was all the more obvious to him.
And so he wasted no time in getting her off. Nuzzling her clit with his nose, he inhaled her scent. The sweet smell of her sex filled his nostrils. Pre-cum beading on the head of his cock, he stroked himself a few times before focusing on her needs once more.
The flat of his tongue lapped at her clitoris, licked the swollen bud in quick motions that would drive her nuts. She moaned loudly, and he smiled into her pussy. No matter what she wanted to say, she was easy. He kissed his way to her opening, relishing in her sweet and slightly musty taste. And he corrected himself as he did so; she wasn’t easy. Maybe it was his ego, but he didn’t believe her past lovers could have done this to her. Someone like Lucas or John-the-douche hadn’t made her this wet. As he pushed his tongue inside of her, House thought they hadn’t made her scream out as she did for him then. When she cried out, “Oh God, please,” he thought they hadn’t made her beg like he was doing.
Even if they had, he couldn’t help but feel superior then. She’d said she wouldn’t ask, but she had. And if he weren’t so interested in making her come on his tongue, he would have pointed that out. As it was though, he was willing to forgo pointing that out.
Sliding one of his hands up her thigh, he slowly meandered his fingers towards her clit. She moaned as he curled his tongue within her and dragged his thumb over her sensitive bud. The lower half of her body bucked off the bed a little, and he had to pull away to avoid being hit in the face. His hands on her hips, he pushed her back down on to the mattress.
“Careful,” he told her, running one of his palms over her mound. “Give me a fat lip, and people are going to start thinking you beat me.”
“I don’t care.” Her voice bordered on being whiny. “Just don’t stop.”
“I don’t plan to. But you have to stay put.”
He could see her nodding her head and decided that that was enough for him. At the same time though, he didn’t actually trust her to stay where she was. She was at that point where she didn’t care about much other than orgasming. And he could understand that. He wouldn’t pretend like he couldn’t understand what she was going through. But he would have been stupid to give her the opportunity to accidentally bump him again. So he pressed one of his forearms to her stomach. Not roughly, not violently by any means - he just kept an arm there in case she were to buck against him once more.
Burying his head between her thighs again, he kissed her labia, her clit. He let his stubble scrape over her sensitive skin. He knew just how much she liked the friction and heat that created. And for every brush of his cheek and nose, for every kiss he offered her, he followed it up with a long, slow lick between her wet folds. He lapped up her juices, which seemed to flow from her freely. Each swipe of the tongue just made her all the more wet.
With his free hand, he slipped his fingers inside of her once more. His mouth hovered nearby. Her body accepted his thrusts noisily, her pussy making soft little wet sounds as he pumped her.
“This is what’s going to happen,” he told her. “You’re going to come all over my face like a good girl.”
“Yes.” She nodded in agreement.
He withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his tongue. Her muscles clenched around him, not in orgasm but in desire to pull him in as much as possible, keep him there. He let her, understood what she was after, and more than anything, wanted to give it to her.
His thumb rubbed against her clitoris, and between that and his mouth on her, she came once more.
She gripped the blanket beneath her violently and moaned loudly. She fought the urge to rub herself against his face as roughly as she could. But as her orgasm took hold of her, that need was one she almost couldn’t ignore. She twisted the sheets beneath her, coming hard and in one long irrepressible wave that made it hard to breathe.
Her cheeks burned hotly as she exhaled raggedly. Stars filled her vision, making it difficult to concentrate. And by the time she noticed what he was doing, he’d already managed to roll her over onto her stomach.
The electric blanket seemed even hotter beneath her than it had been. The sudden shock of cooler air on her backside sent shivers down her spine. Or perhaps that was just her reaction to the feel of House’s hand caressing her ass. Whatever the reason, it quickly brought her back to her senses.
Instinctively she started to pull herself to her hands and knees. But with a hand on the small of her back, he stopped her. “Stay where you are,” he said calmly.
“Okay,” she agreed. As she spread her legs once more for him, she was secretly glad she didn’t have to move. Between two orgasms and who knew what he’d spiked her tea with, she didn’t trust herself to be in a position that didn’t require her to stay lying down.
Carefully he covered her body with his. His palms lay flat on the mattress next to her sides, and she had to spread her legs even wider to let him lie comfortably on top. There wasn’t much room for her to move, but he was clearly keeping a small distance so as not to crush her.
“This okay?” he asked tentatively.
She shrugged. “You can get closer.”
“Yeah?” The world felt as though he’d muttered it into her hair. She nodded her head, and he let his weight rest on her a little more.
“That’s nice,” she told him reassuringly as he brushed the sweaty strands of hair off of her shoulders.
As he showered her with short, small kisses to the skin, he asked mockingly, “You like it when I’m on top of you? I would have never guessed.”
“Shut up.”
He did. Falling silent, he calmly guided his cock to her opening. The second she felt his dick against her, she made a noise that sounded like a cross between a squeak and a moan. Her cunt was overly sensitive, and the feel of penis pressing into her was nearly enough to push her over the edge again.
Her teeth biting into her lower lip, she waited for him to enter her. But that took a few fumbles before he was able to actually get inside of her and at an angle he liked. She tried to help as best she could, but with nearly all of his weight on her now, she wasn’t able to move much. And her hips being forced into the mattress, it wasn’t easy for him to penetrate her. Eventually though, with a few tentative pumps into her, he found the position and rhythm he wanted.
His thrusts were as harsh and quick as he could make them. He was harder than he thought he'd ever been in life, and he wasn't going to last long. Making Cuddy come twice had been the greatest turn on he could possibly imagine. And the way she'd felt around his tongue had made him all the more hungry for his dick to be the thing pumping her pussy. Now that it was, he couldn't hold back. She was probably sensitive, and he tried not to be too rough for her sake, especially since she'd complained in the past day or so about being sore. But it was hard to maintain any semblance of control when he was buried ball deep in her.
At that point, his internal dilemma must have been obvious, because she lifted her head and looked back at him. A worn smile on her face, she told him, “This is nice, but you don’t have to hold back.”
He kissed her neck in response, muttered as he thrust into her, “Don’t wanna hurt you.”
“I can take it.”
Her words, and the saucy way she said them, made control impossible. Forcefully he shoved his dick inside of her, making her cry out.
“Oh!” she moaned.
He began to pound himself into her, pulling out almost completely before pushing himself back in. His balls slapped against her ass, their thighs meeting noisily. And in the back of her mind, she thought it should hurt, because he wasn’t being gentle any longer. But her previous orgasms had made wet and ready for anything he wanted to give her.
And she wanted to take it - all of it.
She was sure she would regret that later on. He was fucking her with so much energy and effort that there was no way she wouldn’t be sore later on. But at the moment, that thought barely crossed her mind; all she really cared about then was his hard dick sliding in and out of her slick cunt.
“Yes!” she encouraged, urging him on as he pressed her into the mattress in a way that stimulated her clit.
His hands moved to her shoulders to give himself some leverage. She couldn’t move, couldn’t escape the pounding he was determined to give her, and he liked that. He liked the idea of her prone and vulnerable beneath him - or maybe it was the fact that he hadn’t orgasmed yet that made his mind so hazy with lust that anything sounded sexy at that moment.
He didn’t care what the reason was. As his hips picked up their pace, he figured the reason didn’t matter. Nothing else mattered but this, but the way she contracted against him as an orgasm hit her unexpectedly.
Leaning down, he snarled in her ear, his voice gravely with desire, “That’s right. You come for me. That’s what I want.”
“Please,” she said a few times, her voice pleading as she tried to make the feeling of her orgasm last. Her pussy squeezing him tightly, she nearly begged, “Come in me. Come in me now.”
He could practically feel his balls tighten from the tone of her voice. She was so hot there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her. And when she was telling him to fill her up with his come, he couldn’t resist giving her what she wanted without any hesitation.
Bottoming out inside her, he let himself go. All of the pent up lust he’d been feeling suddenly had an outlet. Unable to hold back the desire he’d let build up, he came with more force than he thought possible.
Feeling him stiffen and ejaculate inside of her, she purposely squeezed her muscles to let him ride the experience out.
When he was finished, he practically collapsed on top of her. And between his sweaty body, hers, and the electric blanket, she was more than ready to push him off of her. But she gave him a few minutes to recover. Though his breathing was hot and harsh against her neck, she waited patiently, forcing herself to revel in how good he still felt inside her body.
It did feel nice. She was warm and uncomfortable, but his penis was still a welcome presence - even if there were absolutely no chance of her orgasming again. He had fucked the desire out of her, and now all she wanted was a nap….
That thought must have been more truthful than she realized, because the next thing she knew he was helping her sit up.
Her eyelids felt heavy, her lashes getting in the way of her vision. Her mind was hazy, like she’d fallen asleep. But she hadn’t had she?
“What are you doing?” she asked in a slurred voice that made her think she had been sleeping. When she noticed he was very clearly buttoning up one of her shirts on her, she shook her head in protest. “Don’t. I’m hot.”
“Electric blanket’s off,” he told her. “You’re gonna get cold.”
Her forehead rested against his chest as he finished doing up the shirt. “No, I’m not.”
He pushed her back on the bed. As he shoved a pair of underwear up her legs, he said, “Fine. Then let me put it to you another way. You’re tired, and you’re gonna fall asleep again, and Rachel’s going to wake up and come in here. And I don’t think you’re gonna want her to see Mommy’s creampie.”
When he put it like that, she couldn’t deny it. Still, he hadn’t needed to say it like that, didn’t need to make it sound so awful. “That’s disgusting,” she said, lifting her hips so he could pull the underwear all the way up.
“It’s the truth.”
She blinked unevenly. “Did I fall asleep?”
“While I was putting on pants, yeah.”
“Oh.”
Although he wouldn’t ever say it, he was concerned then. He’d only given her half a pill, but she seemed more out of it than he’d anticipated. True, there was still plenty of time between now and the party they had to go to tonight. They would both, thankfully, have hours to recover. But he couldn’t help but pay slight attention to the notion that he’d made a mistake in drugging her at all.
Then again, he also understood that there was nothing he could do about that now. He couldn’t get the drugs out of her system. Giving her caffeine could easily make her that much worse; certainly giving her stimulants when she was worried about everything seemed like an awful idea. So really, he had no choice but to accept whatever outcome he got.
Mentally shrugging, he supposed that the best thing he could do now was make sure that she got some sleep. At least then she wouldn’t necessarily be as tired as she was at the moment.
“I don’t think you needed to drug me,” she said quietly as he struggled to get her under the covers.
“Who said I drugged you?”
“Please. I know you.”
“And what’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, peeling off the sweat and semen-stained electric blanket. That was gonna need to be washed or replaced, he lamented. Folding it up, he decided it was better to hide the evidence of their lovemaking than to let it sit out for Rachel to find - or for Cuddy to freak out over. Sure, he couldn’t hide it forever. But if he could avoid Cuddy reacting to that today, that was good enough for him.
“I feel drunk,” she said after a moment. “And you made me tea.”
After he put the blanket on her dresser, he headed towards the bed. Feeling just as tired as she sounded, he wanted nothing more than to relax for a few hours. This day had been awful so far, and no amount of sex could take away from that. If anything, now that they were both clothed, the reality seemed to hit him that much harder. And right now all he wanted was a brief reprieve from all of it.
But then that was easier said than done. Because as the day’s events washed over him once more, he was reminded of everything that had happened with Rachel. He remembered what Cuddy had said to him - how all he needed to do was be himself around the kid.
Exhausted and without distraction or the expectation of a quick response, he couldn’t help but mull over that conversation. His head hit the pillows, but he couldn’t shake himself free from those thoughts. Cuddy wanted him to be himself around Rachel. Or at least she said she did, because, he thought, her words didn’t always match up with the reality of her emotions.
And it was because of that that he licked his lips and asked tentatively once more, “You don’t think I need to do anything to make Rachel like me? You think I just need to… be myself?”
But a hesitant glance at her, he could see almost instantly that he would never get an answer from her.
Drugged and sprawled out awkwardly on the bed next to him, Cuddy was passed out and asleep.
Continue on to the next chapter
Author: Duckie Nicks
Rating: NC-17 for sex
Characters: House, Cuddy, Rachel Cuddy
Author's Note: This piece takes place in the future when Rachel is five; House and Cuddy are in an established relationship.
Warning: This fic also contains sex. If that bothers you, don't read.
Summary: For a price, House agrees to celebrate Purim with Cuddy and Rachel. But although he's getting all the sex he
wants, he's still not sure he'll be able to last the weekend. Established relationship, contains sexual situations.
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9 (Part 1), Chapter 9 (Part 2), Chapter 9 (Part 3), Chapter 9 (Part 4), Chapter 10 (Part 1), Chapter 10 (Part 2), Chapter 10 (Part 3), Chapter 11, Chapter 12 (Part 1), Chapter 12 (Part 2), Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18 (Part 1), Chapter 18 (Part 2), Chapter 19 (Part 1), Chapter 19 (Part 2), Chapter 19 (Part 3)
Disclaimer: I don't own it.
He didn’t feel any relief. Again, he had to wonder: was it really an invitation? It sounded like one, but -
“Oh for the love of God, House,” she practically snapped, rolling over onto her back. As his gaze instinctively went for her breasts, he heard her add, “This isn’t rocket science.”
But just because she said that didn’t necessarily make it true. Of course, he couldn’t tell her that her mood was making the simple task of fucking her complicated. That would piss her off… assuming she didn’t start laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. So he definitely couldn’t say any of it aloud.
He didn’t need to though.
Sitting up Cuddy had clearly decided to take control. “It’s really not,” she told him, reaching him for him.
“What?” he asked, distracted.
She smiled and took hold of his hands. “As fun as I’m sure it is for you to ogle me, there are better things we could be doing.”
“Yeah?” he asked, even as he let her press the palm of his hands against her chest.
“You want me to beg you?” Annoyance colored the question more than she intended. But it was hard to feel guilty about that; the second she let go of his hands, they dropped to her side as though he didn’t want to touch her. And then she really was irritated, because she could see the desire in his eyes. But he wasn’t acting on it?
“No,” he said in what seemed to be an honest voice.
She couldn't think that he actually meant what he was saying, but he certainly seemed to. Not that that meant anything, she guessed; if anyone was a great liar, it was House. And though it was foolish to even entertain the idea of playing games with her right now, the possibility wasn't exactly out of the question either.
"I just want to make sure... that you're interested in this and not just saying that to shut me up or make me back -"
"So then you do want me to beg," she interrupted.
"No. That's not what I said."
"Well, I have been saying I want sex," she pointed out. "I wouldn't say that if I didn't want it." He seemed hesitant to believe that. "What's the problem?"
He eyed her carefully. "When you first came in here, you said you weren't interested in -"
"And I changed my mind."
"Seriously," he said doubtfully.
"Yes."
He nodded his head though he didn't look convinced.
"If I didn't want it, I wouldn't suggest it. Although I'm sure you will make me regret saying this," she muttered, knowing with all her heart that he would. "I am attracted to you."
"How embarrassing for you."
She ignored the self-pitying remark. "You're naked. In front of me. You're touching me."
"You just said that wasn’t turning you on."
"It wasn't," she admitted. "But it made me think of all the other places you could be touching me and...." She shrugged. "I guess it worked."
Still, he looked at her as though at any moment she would snap at him. "So... this isn't a trick."
"Of course not."
The way she said it made it seem like it was completely out of the realm of possibilities, but even she knew that was a lie. Oh, she would never begrudgingly welcome him into her bed; he was speaking as though she might just have sex with him to appease him, and she had enough self-respect not to do that. But she supposed that there were times when the fun of tormenting him had left him unsatisfied and wanting more. Those days were long gone though.
That had been another life really. Before they'd gotten together, the tease had been all they'd had together. Never willing to actually go there, they'd both flirted with the other's attraction; it had been what they'd done for fun. And then they'd started dating and maybe, maybe, that dynamic had come along with them. When she'd wanted to make him angry, when she'd suddenly become afraid of what their relationship meant, when she herself had been angry, sure, she'd offered him sex and then turned him down or given it to him and then punished him for it. Under no circumstances had that been a healthy way of doing things, and she would never act like - had never pretended like - it was.
But that had stopped the second they'd chosen to live together, to really invest in their relationship. They'd never talked about it, but she suspected they'd both known that the games had to stop. If he was going to be living in her home, if he was going to be in Rachel's every day life, they couldn't keep tormenting one another for the hell of it. Cuddy wouldn't pretend that changing had been easy or quick. They'd maintained a certain dynamic for so long that it had been anything but simple to focus that energy elsewhere. But they'd done it.
And yet House was sitting here acting like nothing had changed. He was looking at her like she would still get mad at him for giving her what she said she wanted (but didn't really want). And she had to wonder in that moment how much they'd changed if he still thought that that withholding behavior was within her.
She had to wonder if maybe he was right.
But almost instantly, she dismissed the idea. As screwed up as they still were, Cuddy had no interest in hurting him. She might have still been capable of treating him that way, but what point would that prove? What would that get her?
It would make him mad and upset the delicate balance of their relationship. It would give her a temporary high, potentially, but the amount of suffering they would all experience to get their dynamic back to normal wouldn't be worth it. And if he thought that she thought differently, then he was clearly out of his mind.
"I have no interest in telling you no," she insisted in a firm voice. "On the other hand, you seem to be intent on avoiding this."
"Avoiding sex? That... doesn't happen."
She pretended to be uneasy at his reluctance. Then again, she supposed his hesitance did make her uneasy. She didn't like what he was implying about her own behavior. But what she presented to him was that it somehow made her doubt herself. Purposely looking away from him, she had to fight the urge to smile as she played him. "Well, what am I supposed to think? I'm naked, and you don't want to have -"
"Don't want?" he asked in surprise. "Now you're just being an idiot."
The words were harsh, but they were everything she wanted to hear. They all but guaranteed that they were going to railroad over this moment with sex, which was, in all honesty, what she wanted.
It might have been foolish to think that making love could undo all of the crap she'd experienced today. But she was willing to give it a shot if he was.
Thankfully, he didn't seem opposed to the idea any longer.
His lips descended on her shoulder. A soft kiss to her clavicle, he slowly moved towards her neck. His breath was hot on her skin; the small wet trail of kisses he was leaving in his wake should have been cool to her - it was so cold outside - but somehow that just spread warmth within her. He pressed his lips roughly into her pulse point, his stubble noisily scratching against her flesh, as he asked her, "How could I ever not want you?"
Inwardly her answer was it wasn’t possible. But saying that out loud would only make her sound bad. So she lied. One of her hands clasping one of his, she said quietly, “You were hesitating.”
His thumb stroked the back of her hand. "I didn't want you to think I was taking advantage of you."
"I don't think that's possible," she said with a smile.
His mouth slowly found hers, as though they had all the time in the world to kiss, touch, enjoy one another. She knew they didn't, not realistically; Rachel would wake up, or it would be time to get ready for the party....
"Stop thinking," he whispered against her lips.
She kissed him back, her free hand rubbing his good thigh. Freeing her mind of worry was no small task, but if there were a distraction capable of fighting her concern, it was House.
Slowly she let her fingers roam to his cock. As he slipped her tongue, she took him in her hand; he gasped into her mouth, his hips instinctively thrusting into her grip. The second he did that though, she let him go. His stamina was fantastic, not just for his age but for anyone. But they had had a lot of sex, and even he had his limits, so she needed to make sure this didn’t end quickly.
He didn’t seem to care about that, however. The loss of contact between her hand and his dick clearly left him wanting and disappointed, and not even cupping his balls seemed to be enough for him.
But that only made him more interested in pleasing her, which, needless to say, she liked. If he had been hesitant before, he was no longer. The hand not holding hers glided over her body, leaving a trail of heat wherever his palm went. As he passed over her abdomen, her stomach clenched with understanding and excited longing. He was going to touch her the way she had been hoping he would for at least fifteen minutes now.
Thankfully.
He hadn't been wrong to think she was uninterested when she'd come in here. But his hands on her body and the loving way he had tried to make her feel better had been a greater turn on than any romantic act. He had shown her just how much he loved and supported her, and if that hadn't turned her on, she was sure nothing would or could have ever.
With what she could only call reverence, he parted her thighs. His fingers were gentle, the pads tickling her as they meandered their way from her legs to her slit. As she curled her fist around his dick once more, he slipped a finger inside of her.
Her muscles clenched together as she tried to create friction. But that was nearly impossible. The wetness he was causing with that single finger was working against her… not that she was complaining, of course. It felt good to have him finally touch her, especially when he pressed the palm of his hand against her mound. His heel grounding against her clit, she couldn’t help but moan her approval.
Tugging at him in time with his own thrusts, she wanted to make sure he was getting the same satisfaction she was. And from the way his cheeks and shoulders were turning red, she could tell that he was. But all of that was promptly forgotten when he pushed another finger inside of her. Suddenly fuller, she could no longer focus on him and let go of him.
Immediately breaking the kiss, she exclaimed, “Yes!”
“Shh,” he whispered. She looked at him through hooded lids, the words barely registering as he spread the fingers within her. “No need for the neighbors to hear this. I mean, maybe if they were hot, but I think the one has a combined age of -”
“Stop talking,” she practically whined. She didn’t mean for her voice to be so high-pitched, but at this point, she couldn’t help it. “Oh.” He hit that special spot that made her toes curl, and she closed her eyes to let herself fully experience the delicious feeling.
Her hand moved to his thigh, so she could rock her hips. Dimly she recognized the agitated sound he made; one second she had her hands wrapped around him, the next she didn’t, and it was easy to understand why he would be jealous of her pleasure.
But he didn’t complain. Truthfully she wouldn’t have cared if he had. She was far too consumed by her own needs to bother with any of his. And though there existed the niggling thought that she should care, she didn’t.
She had no cares at all at that moment - not for him, not for the things that had happened today, not for anything. There was only the feel of his fingers fucking her and the heel of his hand rubbing her clitoris, and nothing else seemed to register in her mind.
Her hips moved freely against his hand. Every now and then she would open her eyes a tad and see the hungered look in his gaze. And she knew that, although he was doing all the work, he didn’t begrudge her that fact; if anything, he seemed to enjoy watching her.
Somehow that made it easier for her to fully give in to her need. If he had been impatient or envious, she wouldn’t have been quick to move on to something else, but she would have felt bad for making him wait.
Well… just a little… maybe.
In truth it was hard to feel sympathy for him. Her thoughts were not born from cruelty, not by any means. It was just that, at that moment, her mind selfishly focused on the pleasure she wanted. And if he was willing to freely give it to her, she couldn’t worry herself with giving him what he rightfully deserved. He would get what he wanted eventually anyway….
Thought seemed to get away from her then, as though it were a tangible thing slipping out of her reach. Her eyes closed, she let her head fall back lazily. Curls tickled her skin between her shoulders and along her back. As he added another finger inside of her, her mouth opened slightly. She exhaled roughly, the air hot on her lips.
He thrust his fingers into her as deeply as he could, touching every bit of her that was available to him. And yet it still didn’t feel like enough. Every now and then he would withdraw and let a slick finger trace the outer rim of her hole or dance along her perineum. He was taunting her; she knew it; he was teasing her to drive her out of her mind, and though it was working, she wanted nothing more than for him to just fuck her.
She scooted closer to him, so that her body would rub against his hand better. Slowly he gave her what he wanted, reinserting each finger one by one. Her impatience was obvious, undeniable, and she was sure that was the reason he laughed at her then.
There was nothing derisive about it, nothing dark. It could have been judgmental, but she didn’t hear any of that then. Though tormenting her was his favorite pastime, at the moment, she knew she was safe where she was, protected from everything that might hurt her. If he laughed at all, she thought it was because he genuinely enjoyed seeing her like this.
And suddenly she was reminded just how giving a man he was, how dedicated he was to their relationship. She’d never forgotten; what he had done for her today had made it impossible to be unaware of the lengths he would go to make her happy. But he was nothing if not capable of punctuating his points, reiterating them and beating her logic down until his point of view was somehow the only one she saw.
Sometimes she hated that. Right now, she welcomed it, encouraged herself to believe that he could be right about all of this - that nothing could hurt them.
Part of her traitorously thought that it was foolish to think that they were protected from much of anything. There were so many ways this could go wrong that it seemed like nothing short of a miracle that they had made it this far, had lasted this long. And that was a thought she could never fully ignore.
But House, seemingly sensing where her mind was headed, deftly steered her back to the moment with his tongue and hand. His fingers pushed deep inside of her; his lips offered gentle kisses against her clavicle, his mouth purposely avoiding the spot he'd bit her last night. His moves cherished her, and though she couldn't avoid gloomy thoughts, he as always won the argument. Without even saying a word, he brought her back.
The hand holding hers seemed to lead her back to the present, as though he were physically tugging at her. Her focus suddenly returning to the matter at hand, she found herself unable to hold back. Panting, she felt her body meeting every one of his short thrusts. Her clitoris rubbing against his heel roughly, she came quickly.
"Oh God," she cried out, the words coming in a rushed exhale. Her body clenched around his fingers, and her control slipped away from her.
The intense pleasure ended all too fast. Like a light drizzle in a desert, the joy she felt came and went without satisfying her needs.
Her body craved more, for him.
And he knew that. She was nowhere near finished, and he didn't plan on leaving her until she was absolutely sated.
Pulling his fingers out of her, House wasn't surprised that she made a sound that seemed more plaintive than pleased.
"Shh," he murmured against her jaw. "We're not done yet." He moved back on the bed to give himself more space. She watched him almost in a daze, but she didn't respond. Instead she silently allowed him to spread her legs further, his hands on her ankles.
Leaning down, he kissed one of her shins. His mouth slowly migrated to a bony knee. His hands ran along her thighs as he moved between her legs on the mattress. Her skin was pale, soft. Silently he thought of the days long gone since he had first seen her naked body.
She’d been thicker then, filled out especially in her thighs. That freshman fifteen had looked glorious on her, and for years, he’d wished he’d had more days back then to explore every inch of that Cuddy. As he leaned down to kiss the soft flesh, he understood how moronic he’d been to ever want that. He supposed back then he’d made that wish, thinking he would never get a chance to see her naked again.
Obviously he’d been wrong. And while her body had changed, while they both had changed so much, he found himself more attracted to her than he had ever been. He’d liked the extra meat on her bones then; he’d liked the freer, looser party girl she’d been back then. But he no longer looked at that time period with any amount of longing.
Now he could comprehend: had he stayed at Michigan, he would have undoubtedly ruined any relationship they might have had. And truthfully there was still a good chance of that happening, of him screwing things up. But at least now… he could begin to see just how much he needed her in his life. Then he would have believed better things lay ahead for him. Fast forward a couple decades, and he knew that that would never be true. There was nothing better out there, and there weren’t enough lies he could tell himself to make that seem even remotely true. The woman beneath him was as good as it got, was far better than he deserved. If he blew it with her, he would spend the rest of his life trying to get her back or hating himself for being unable to do so. The latter seeming more realistic, it made him all the more determined to avoid such an ending.
And if worshiping every inch of her was the way to make that happen, he was all for it.
He kissed her thigh a few times, licked her skin. Nuzzling her, he told her, “You have no idea how hot you are, you know that?” She didn’t respond to the question, though the arrogant look on her face said to him that she did, in fact, have a good idea.
But with her hands in his hair, she did say to him, “Show me. Show me how much you want me.”
Half of him was inclined to give her what she wanted. The other half wasn’t going to go down, literally, without a little incentive.
Moving towards her mound, he let his mouth hover just above her body. “You didn’t say the magic word,” he said, hoping his breath was hot against her sensitive skin.
The hands in his hair tightened their grip. “I’m not going to ask you nicely.”
He wrapped his hands around her wrists and carefully pried her fingers away from him. Pressing her hands roughly into the mattress, he told her, “You like it when I make you say please.”
“You can’t make me do -”
“I can make you do anything,” he said arrogantly.
“Except apparently make me come in a reasonable amount of time.”
He contemplated sticking his tongue out at her then, but he decided against it. That would probably just rile her up even more. Of course, he wasn’t opposed to that, but if he were going to have fun with her now, he wasn’t going to go for the easy option.
“You know that’s not true,” he told her knowingly.
She shrugged. “You’re free to prove that any time you like now.”
He repeated himself. “You didn’t say the magic word.”
She leaned down so that her face was suddenly in his. A smirk on her face, she told him, “I’m not going to beg. Not today.”
Since her lips were right there, he couldn’t resist kissing her. His mouth met hers in a gentle press. He kept his hands on top of hers as their lips moved together, but he allowed his grip to loosen. Although he didn’t say anything out loud, he was at that moment reconsidering his whole approach.
He hadn’t been wrong before; she did like it when he exerted a certain amount of control. It went without saying that he enjoyed bringing her literally and figuratively to her knees as well. And while that was not their default or daily dynamic, it was one he was versed enough in to think that that was what she wanted.
But now he was rethinking that.
They were in such a delicate place right now. And the way she’d looked when she’d first come home, like she thought he would never want her again… it had stuck with him. It made him think that perhaps games were not what was needed right now. Toying with her, dominating her - those things were, he thought, better left ignored for the time being. As much fun as that could have been, the chances of them screwing it up, making things worse were high. And what he wanted more than anything at this particular moment was to just be with her.
No games.
Pulling away from her, he looked her in the eye. “Might want to get your stopwatch, babe.” His hands moving towards her shoulders, he lightly pushed her back. “Lie back.”
She smiled at him as she lay down. He expected, and perhaps wrongly, for some sort of gratitude in her grin, for some kind of relief. But if he could define anything, emotion or otherwise, playing on her features at that moment, it was a sense of victory he detected.
Truth be told, he didn’t know how he should take that. Was she trying to manipulate him? Trying to get a rise out of him? Or was she genuinely pleased that he had changed course? Sometimes it was hard to tell, which he hated to admit, because he prided himself on knowing her pretty damn well.
He supposed though the reason behind her smile didn’t matter. Well, okay, it mattered to him. But that was trivial at this point. He could waste time trying to find answers, or he could give Cuddy one thing he knew she wanted. It might not have been everything she wanted from him at that moment; he might have been missing a few cues, but it was better in the end to under think the whole thing than to over think it and piss her off.
Besides, as he had told himself earlier, now wasn’t the right time to play games. If she thought differently (and he doubted she did), then surely she would understand his desire to play things straight. Even if that wasn’t what she wanted, she could appreciate that. He refused to let himself think otherwise.
“You don’t need to over think this.” But those words, uttered many times today, were not ones he heard in his head. They were ones Cuddy said out loud.
He blinked and looked at her. “You’re right. Here I was, trying to figure out a good plan of attack and ignoring one very important point.” He ran a finger down the length of her slit. “You are so easy.”
Bowing his head, he missed the irritation that was sure to be seen in her face. Which was unfortunate, because he would have liked to have seen the change in her demeanor when he made one long lick from her clit to her weeping hole.
His hands holding her thighs open, he could feel her tense. And he would have loved to have seen what her face looked like at the first contact he made with her body. But there was no helping that, obviously, and he pushed the thought aside in favor of the task in front of him.
For a brief second, he toyed with the idea of saying something to her. It felt like there was more to say before he got down to business, so to speak. In the end though, he didn’t say a single thing. The longer he took to eat her out, the longer it would be until he got his needs fulfilled. And before he’d nestled his face between her thighs, his desire had seemed manageable, the ability to make a quip or two still there for him. Now, looking at her delicious pussy, all pink and open for him - just for him - he felt as though speaking would have been a waste of his time.
Certainly, he feared that by teasing with her, he would inevitably make his own experience much less satisfying. It was easy to play with your food when you weren’t bothered with dessert. In this case, dessert would come in the form of penetration. And if he wasted too much time with the verbal equivalent of making a mashed potato fortress, chances were he’d end up with semen running down her leg or his.
As it was, he thought (while simultaneously deciding that the metaphor needed to be dropped), he was already hard. She’d jerked him off for maybe a minute, but touching her, watching her orgasm had kept him stiff and ready to go. Now with her sprawled out in front of him, with her taste on his tongue, his need was all the more obvious to him.
And so he wasted no time in getting her off. Nuzzling her clit with his nose, he inhaled her scent. The sweet smell of her sex filled his nostrils. Pre-cum beading on the head of his cock, he stroked himself a few times before focusing on her needs once more.
The flat of his tongue lapped at her clitoris, licked the swollen bud in quick motions that would drive her nuts. She moaned loudly, and he smiled into her pussy. No matter what she wanted to say, she was easy. He kissed his way to her opening, relishing in her sweet and slightly musty taste. And he corrected himself as he did so; she wasn’t easy. Maybe it was his ego, but he didn’t believe her past lovers could have done this to her. Someone like Lucas or John-the-douche hadn’t made her this wet. As he pushed his tongue inside of her, House thought they hadn’t made her scream out as she did for him then. When she cried out, “Oh God, please,” he thought they hadn’t made her beg like he was doing.
Even if they had, he couldn’t help but feel superior then. She’d said she wouldn’t ask, but she had. And if he weren’t so interested in making her come on his tongue, he would have pointed that out. As it was though, he was willing to forgo pointing that out.
Sliding one of his hands up her thigh, he slowly meandered his fingers towards her clit. She moaned as he curled his tongue within her and dragged his thumb over her sensitive bud. The lower half of her body bucked off the bed a little, and he had to pull away to avoid being hit in the face. His hands on her hips, he pushed her back down on to the mattress.
“Careful,” he told her, running one of his palms over her mound. “Give me a fat lip, and people are going to start thinking you beat me.”
“I don’t care.” Her voice bordered on being whiny. “Just don’t stop.”
“I don’t plan to. But you have to stay put.”
He could see her nodding her head and decided that that was enough for him. At the same time though, he didn’t actually trust her to stay where she was. She was at that point where she didn’t care about much other than orgasming. And he could understand that. He wouldn’t pretend like he couldn’t understand what she was going through. But he would have been stupid to give her the opportunity to accidentally bump him again. So he pressed one of his forearms to her stomach. Not roughly, not violently by any means - he just kept an arm there in case she were to buck against him once more.
Burying his head between her thighs again, he kissed her labia, her clit. He let his stubble scrape over her sensitive skin. He knew just how much she liked the friction and heat that created. And for every brush of his cheek and nose, for every kiss he offered her, he followed it up with a long, slow lick between her wet folds. He lapped up her juices, which seemed to flow from her freely. Each swipe of the tongue just made her all the more wet.
With his free hand, he slipped his fingers inside of her once more. His mouth hovered nearby. Her body accepted his thrusts noisily, her pussy making soft little wet sounds as he pumped her.
“This is what’s going to happen,” he told her. “You’re going to come all over my face like a good girl.”
“Yes.” She nodded in agreement.
He withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his tongue. Her muscles clenched around him, not in orgasm but in desire to pull him in as much as possible, keep him there. He let her, understood what she was after, and more than anything, wanted to give it to her.
His thumb rubbed against her clitoris, and between that and his mouth on her, she came once more.
She gripped the blanket beneath her violently and moaned loudly. She fought the urge to rub herself against his face as roughly as she could. But as her orgasm took hold of her, that need was one she almost couldn’t ignore. She twisted the sheets beneath her, coming hard and in one long irrepressible wave that made it hard to breathe.
Her cheeks burned hotly as she exhaled raggedly. Stars filled her vision, making it difficult to concentrate. And by the time she noticed what he was doing, he’d already managed to roll her over onto her stomach.
The electric blanket seemed even hotter beneath her than it had been. The sudden shock of cooler air on her backside sent shivers down her spine. Or perhaps that was just her reaction to the feel of House’s hand caressing her ass. Whatever the reason, it quickly brought her back to her senses.
Instinctively she started to pull herself to her hands and knees. But with a hand on the small of her back, he stopped her. “Stay where you are,” he said calmly.
“Okay,” she agreed. As she spread her legs once more for him, she was secretly glad she didn’t have to move. Between two orgasms and who knew what he’d spiked her tea with, she didn’t trust herself to be in a position that didn’t require her to stay lying down.
Carefully he covered her body with his. His palms lay flat on the mattress next to her sides, and she had to spread her legs even wider to let him lie comfortably on top. There wasn’t much room for her to move, but he was clearly keeping a small distance so as not to crush her.
“This okay?” he asked tentatively.
She shrugged. “You can get closer.”
“Yeah?” The world felt as though he’d muttered it into her hair. She nodded her head, and he let his weight rest on her a little more.
“That’s nice,” she told him reassuringly as he brushed the sweaty strands of hair off of her shoulders.
As he showered her with short, small kisses to the skin, he asked mockingly, “You like it when I’m on top of you? I would have never guessed.”
“Shut up.”
He did. Falling silent, he calmly guided his cock to her opening. The second she felt his dick against her, she made a noise that sounded like a cross between a squeak and a moan. Her cunt was overly sensitive, and the feel of penis pressing into her was nearly enough to push her over the edge again.
Her teeth biting into her lower lip, she waited for him to enter her. But that took a few fumbles before he was able to actually get inside of her and at an angle he liked. She tried to help as best she could, but with nearly all of his weight on her now, she wasn’t able to move much. And her hips being forced into the mattress, it wasn’t easy for him to penetrate her. Eventually though, with a few tentative pumps into her, he found the position and rhythm he wanted.
His thrusts were as harsh and quick as he could make them. He was harder than he thought he'd ever been in life, and he wasn't going to last long. Making Cuddy come twice had been the greatest turn on he could possibly imagine. And the way she'd felt around his tongue had made him all the more hungry for his dick to be the thing pumping her pussy. Now that it was, he couldn't hold back. She was probably sensitive, and he tried not to be too rough for her sake, especially since she'd complained in the past day or so about being sore. But it was hard to maintain any semblance of control when he was buried ball deep in her.
At that point, his internal dilemma must have been obvious, because she lifted her head and looked back at him. A worn smile on her face, she told him, “This is nice, but you don’t have to hold back.”
He kissed her neck in response, muttered as he thrust into her, “Don’t wanna hurt you.”
“I can take it.”
Her words, and the saucy way she said them, made control impossible. Forcefully he shoved his dick inside of her, making her cry out.
“Oh!” she moaned.
He began to pound himself into her, pulling out almost completely before pushing himself back in. His balls slapped against her ass, their thighs meeting noisily. And in the back of her mind, she thought it should hurt, because he wasn’t being gentle any longer. But her previous orgasms had made wet and ready for anything he wanted to give her.
And she wanted to take it - all of it.
She was sure she would regret that later on. He was fucking her with so much energy and effort that there was no way she wouldn’t be sore later on. But at the moment, that thought barely crossed her mind; all she really cared about then was his hard dick sliding in and out of her slick cunt.
“Yes!” she encouraged, urging him on as he pressed her into the mattress in a way that stimulated her clit.
His hands moved to her shoulders to give himself some leverage. She couldn’t move, couldn’t escape the pounding he was determined to give her, and he liked that. He liked the idea of her prone and vulnerable beneath him - or maybe it was the fact that he hadn’t orgasmed yet that made his mind so hazy with lust that anything sounded sexy at that moment.
He didn’t care what the reason was. As his hips picked up their pace, he figured the reason didn’t matter. Nothing else mattered but this, but the way she contracted against him as an orgasm hit her unexpectedly.
Leaning down, he snarled in her ear, his voice gravely with desire, “That’s right. You come for me. That’s what I want.”
“Please,” she said a few times, her voice pleading as she tried to make the feeling of her orgasm last. Her pussy squeezing him tightly, she nearly begged, “Come in me. Come in me now.”
He could practically feel his balls tighten from the tone of her voice. She was so hot there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her. And when she was telling him to fill her up with his come, he couldn’t resist giving her what she wanted without any hesitation.
Bottoming out inside her, he let himself go. All of the pent up lust he’d been feeling suddenly had an outlet. Unable to hold back the desire he’d let build up, he came with more force than he thought possible.
Feeling him stiffen and ejaculate inside of her, she purposely squeezed her muscles to let him ride the experience out.
When he was finished, he practically collapsed on top of her. And between his sweaty body, hers, and the electric blanket, she was more than ready to push him off of her. But she gave him a few minutes to recover. Though his breathing was hot and harsh against her neck, she waited patiently, forcing herself to revel in how good he still felt inside her body.
It did feel nice. She was warm and uncomfortable, but his penis was still a welcome presence - even if there were absolutely no chance of her orgasming again. He had fucked the desire out of her, and now all she wanted was a nap….
That thought must have been more truthful than she realized, because the next thing she knew he was helping her sit up.
Her eyelids felt heavy, her lashes getting in the way of her vision. Her mind was hazy, like she’d fallen asleep. But she hadn’t had she?
“What are you doing?” she asked in a slurred voice that made her think she had been sleeping. When she noticed he was very clearly buttoning up one of her shirts on her, she shook her head in protest. “Don’t. I’m hot.”
“Electric blanket’s off,” he told her. “You’re gonna get cold.”
Her forehead rested against his chest as he finished doing up the shirt. “No, I’m not.”
He pushed her back on the bed. As he shoved a pair of underwear up her legs, he said, “Fine. Then let me put it to you another way. You’re tired, and you’re gonna fall asleep again, and Rachel’s going to wake up and come in here. And I don’t think you’re gonna want her to see Mommy’s creampie.”
When he put it like that, she couldn’t deny it. Still, he hadn’t needed to say it like that, didn’t need to make it sound so awful. “That’s disgusting,” she said, lifting her hips so he could pull the underwear all the way up.
“It’s the truth.”
She blinked unevenly. “Did I fall asleep?”
“While I was putting on pants, yeah.”
“Oh.”
Although he wouldn’t ever say it, he was concerned then. He’d only given her half a pill, but she seemed more out of it than he’d anticipated. True, there was still plenty of time between now and the party they had to go to tonight. They would both, thankfully, have hours to recover. But he couldn’t help but pay slight attention to the notion that he’d made a mistake in drugging her at all.
Then again, he also understood that there was nothing he could do about that now. He couldn’t get the drugs out of her system. Giving her caffeine could easily make her that much worse; certainly giving her stimulants when she was worried about everything seemed like an awful idea. So really, he had no choice but to accept whatever outcome he got.
Mentally shrugging, he supposed that the best thing he could do now was make sure that she got some sleep. At least then she wouldn’t necessarily be as tired as she was at the moment.
“I don’t think you needed to drug me,” she said quietly as he struggled to get her under the covers.
“Who said I drugged you?”
“Please. I know you.”
“And what’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, peeling off the sweat and semen-stained electric blanket. That was gonna need to be washed or replaced, he lamented. Folding it up, he decided it was better to hide the evidence of their lovemaking than to let it sit out for Rachel to find - or for Cuddy to freak out over. Sure, he couldn’t hide it forever. But if he could avoid Cuddy reacting to that today, that was good enough for him.
“I feel drunk,” she said after a moment. “And you made me tea.”
After he put the blanket on her dresser, he headed towards the bed. Feeling just as tired as she sounded, he wanted nothing more than to relax for a few hours. This day had been awful so far, and no amount of sex could take away from that. If anything, now that they were both clothed, the reality seemed to hit him that much harder. And right now all he wanted was a brief reprieve from all of it.
But then that was easier said than done. Because as the day’s events washed over him once more, he was reminded of everything that had happened with Rachel. He remembered what Cuddy had said to him - how all he needed to do was be himself around the kid.
Exhausted and without distraction or the expectation of a quick response, he couldn’t help but mull over that conversation. His head hit the pillows, but he couldn’t shake himself free from those thoughts. Cuddy wanted him to be himself around Rachel. Or at least she said she did, because, he thought, her words didn’t always match up with the reality of her emotions.
And it was because of that that he licked his lips and asked tentatively once more, “You don’t think I need to do anything to make Rachel like me? You think I just need to… be myself?”
But a hesitant glance at her, he could see almost instantly that he would never get an answer from her.
Drugged and sprawled out awkwardly on the bed next to him, Cuddy was passed out and asleep.
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