House wasn't certain he wanted to know what the 'but' was. 'Buts' were never usually indicative of anything good. He stayed silent to hear Cuddy out, though, and looked away in thought once she'd voiced her questions.
How did they handle disagreements? Poorly, that was how. However, since coming more to terms with the fact that he'd been unwell, he wanted to think that their disagreements wouldn't be anything like they were escalating to. He was getting help and he was more stable than he was before going into hospital. He felt more stablised, even if it was only a little bit. But stablised or not, that didn't take away the issues he and Cuddy had between them. If he had it his way, those issues would be ignored and they've move on. He had enough sense in him to know that wouldn't fly with Cuddy
( ... )
His skin was a little hotter and a little more flushed all over from the kissing, a reaction from the mere effect she had on him, though his body was being slow to respond to Cuddy sexually. The only explanation for that was the medication. Everywhere else, however - his insides, his chest, his heart, all the feelings he had for Cuddy - was knotted up in the ways only Cuddy knew how to knot up without even trying
( ... )
"Apparently, you'd rather not have sex then," Cuddy said archly when he refused to help her off the couch. She was capable of getting up under her own power...eventually...but making her use her energy to shift her bulk wasn't going to help keep her in the mood. The thing she didn't like about her belly wasn't the size per se; it was that she felt so graceless and ungainly. She wasn't used to a body that was shaped like this and she was always having to adapt to the ways it couldn't move. She wanted him to help her so she didn't look like a sea lion trying to heft itself off the rocks
( ... )
Finally, they reached the bedroom. Just as Cuddy was closing in to kiss him, he let his eyes fall shut but opened one again curiously at whatever she was laughing at. The panties on his head, it seemed. With that eye still open, the other screwed shut and his lips puckered on hers, he looked up in the direction of where the panties were.
"I'm a practical moron," he corrected her. And it was true... to a degree. Neither of them having their hands occupied meant they were able to head down the hall together. But he didn't complain when she tugged the panties off and tossed them aside. He was even gladder when she moved in for a proper kiss. He slipped his arms around her and let her lead the kiss
( ... )
After tossing his shirt aside, Cuddy had just started to lean in for another kiss when he grabbed her shirt and peeled it off. She emerged from the tent she used for a shirt with her face flushed and her hair disheveled. The slightly cool air of her bedroom felt good against her heated skin but she didn't have long to enjoy the respite before he was fondling her breasts.
"There's not much trouble they can get into when you're not around," she said, her breath hitching slightly as he thumbed the sensitive nipple. "Truth is, all my body parts behave except when you're around
( ... )
He looked genuinely pleased to hear her body always misbehaved around him. Actually, he was genuinely thrilled to hear that. Even after all these months of being together, he still got a rush every time Cuddy made it clear he turned her on. But especially now. He'd put her through so much, had hit rock bottom, had ended up at such a vulnerable and desolate place where she'd seen him at his absolute worst, and here she was telling him she still found him as attractive as she'd always done.
He met her mouth and kissed with passion, rubbing his palms up her breasts before he slid his hands down her body to her hips. If it weren't for her belly, he'd have wrapped his arms right around her and pulled her as tight as he could to him. He just wanted to be close to her, as close as he could get. The only way he could do that these days was if he embraced her from behind with her back to his chest. Though the kisses eased to something gentler, he was no less passionate
( ... )
"No, thanks," Cuddy said. She had no desire to try being a guy. None at all. Freud could stick his penis envy where the sun didn't shine because she'd never envied men. She'd like to have the same opportunities as men, the same respect. She didn't think it was fair she had to work harder and smarter just because of her gender, but as far as wanting to physically be a man--never happen. She loved being a woman. She loved having curves. She loved having breasts. And although she loved what a penis could do for her, she didn't want one of her own flopping around between her legs
( ... )
While Cuddy stepped back to finish undressing, House glanced down at himself as he kicked his jeans and briefs off. His penis had lengthened with a feeling of heaviness, the way it did at the beginning of an erection, but was otherwise flaccid. He hoped it would cooperate. But as Cuddy kicked her pants away, he decided he'd worry about it when it mattered more. Maybe by then, his penis would wake up and be a cooperative participant
( ... )
Cuddy lowered her eyes slightly as House looked at her, feeling almost shy. She was sure he was trying to wrap his head around how large her belly had gotten. It seemed to get bigger every single day, as impossible as that sounded. It was pretty amazing--it didn't seem as though the human body should be able to stretch so much. Obviously a woman's body was designed to accommodate a baby but it was still amazing to see it happen to her body.
She could tell he wasn't just trying to comprehend the way her body had changed, though. He was also looking at her with appreciation and desire and the color in her cheeks deepened. It was nice to be wanted. It was nice that he wanted her because he wasn't someone who ever looked at anything through rose-colored glasses. If he could look at her and see the swelling and stretching and still find her beautiful, then she could feel more confident in her own belief that pregnancy gave her a different but still sexy body
( ... )
He pressed his hand firmer to her back while Cuddy touched his chest, trying to urge her even closer to him. God, he'd missed this. He'd already thought that a few times in the last ten minutes, but it was a thought he couldn't help thinking. If they ended up just kissing and touching, exploring each other, that would be all that mattered. He loved having sex with Cuddy but he loved making love with her even more
( ... )
Cuddy thought she could see him pretty well. And what she couldn't see, she could feel with her fingers and taste with her mouth. Every little imperfection--the odd freckle, the gray hairs, scars both minor and major--she learned all of them. She wanted to know every pore. Having that kind of intimate physical knowledge--knowing his body as well if not better than her own-- made it almost as if he were part of her
( ... )
House frowned in confusion at Cuddy pulling away until she explained. Well, that was understandable. A bit frustrating but understandable. He moved more onto his back while Cuddy shifted around to find another comfortable position. His penis had responded a little more to the deep kissing and all the touching, though was still mostly flaccid. He wasn't sure sex would even be achievable anyway with Cuddy and her bulk. Chances were she wouldn't be able to find a position comfortable enough to stay in for any length of time
( ... )
"I'd just like to use some of the old positions for sex," she said with a grin. That was so true, and not just about sex. She was looking forward to being able to lie down and sleep in any position she wanted. Or to being able to reach something at the back of a cupboard without having to turn sideways so her belly wasn't in the way. Or, yes, to being able to sprawl on top of House without having to worry about crushing him or Junior. She wouldn't trade this baby for the world but she'd about reached her limit as an incubator
( ... )
If Cuddy was trying to make him breathless with her kisses, she was succeeding. He loved it when she dominated his mouth like that, kissing him possessively and hungrily. It always sent his heart racing and his skin to flush all over, and it never failed to excite him. He hummed quietly against her lips, caught between wanting to pull back for a breath and trying to inch closer as she eased off with her kisses
( ... )
Cuddy watched House's face as he closed his eyes. The last thing she wanted was for him to get frustrated or self-conscious because he couldn't get an erection. These things happened. It had happened to them before and although it wasn't fun, it also wasn't the end of the world. She wanted him to try to relax and give his body a chance to catch up
( ... )
By the time Cuddy broke away from his lips, House was a little breathless and his body tense with still growing excitement. He licked his lips while she brought his fingers to her mouth, gazing right back at her. His other hand had drifted down to her hip for now; he held it as Cuddy directed his fingers down her chest and belly and then between her legs
( ... )
How did they handle disagreements? Poorly, that was how. However, since coming more to terms with the fact that he'd been unwell, he wanted to think that their disagreements wouldn't be anything like they were escalating to. He was getting help and he was more stable than he was before going into hospital. He felt more stablised, even if it was only a little bit. But stablised or not, that didn't take away the issues he and Cuddy had between them. If he had it his way, those issues would be ignored and they've move on. He had enough sense in him to know that wouldn't fly with Cuddy ( ... )
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"I'm a practical moron," he corrected her. And it was true... to a degree. Neither of them having their hands occupied meant they were able to head down the hall together. But he didn't complain when she tugged the panties off and tossed them aside. He was even gladder when she moved in for a proper kiss. He slipped his arms around her and let her lead the kiss ( ... )
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"There's not much trouble they can get into when you're not around," she said, her breath hitching slightly as he thumbed the sensitive nipple. "Truth is, all my body parts behave except when you're around ( ... )
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He met her mouth and kissed with passion, rubbing his palms up her breasts before he slid his hands down her body to her hips. If it weren't for her belly, he'd have wrapped his arms right around her and pulled her as tight as he could to him. He just wanted to be close to her, as close as he could get. The only way he could do that these days was if he embraced her from behind with her back to his chest. Though the kisses eased to something gentler, he was no less passionate ( ... )
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She could tell he wasn't just trying to comprehend the way her body had changed, though. He was also looking at her with appreciation and desire and the color in her cheeks deepened. It was nice to be wanted. It was nice that he wanted her because he wasn't someone who ever looked at anything through rose-colored glasses. If he could look at her and see the swelling and stretching and still find her beautiful, then she could feel more confident in her own belief that pregnancy gave her a different but still sexy body ( ... )
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