"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
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For a while, Cuddy kept a slow but steady pace. Even though her need had been satisfied, she enjoyed the continued physical intimacy. She enjoyed the way he continued to touch her. It kept a low level of arousal going, just enough to make her feel warm and a little tingly which in turn meant it continued to be pleasurable for her to move on him
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"Mmm," was his only quiet response to Cuddy's agreement, keeping his eyes closed while the aftermath of his orgasm rippled through his body like the first hit of a drug. His muscles were a little shaky from the endorphin rush, but they also felt warm and loose. Nothing mattered right now. Absolutely nothing except Cuddy and him.
As Cuddy leaned over him and gently stroked his forehead and cheek, he relaxed even further, soothed by her touch. Just like everything about Cuddy, he'd missed this, too - the soft and tender touches she gave him, the way she looked at him and caressed him like nothing else in the world was going on. "Mmm," he murmured again. He blinked open his bleary eyes and turned his head towards her. He gave her a sluggish but content smile. "I feel like someone's just hit me over the head with a club. Except instead of pain, it caused an orgasm
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"That's the best kind of club to get hit with," she said, grinning. He got downright dopey just after he'd climaxed and it was both amusing and sweet. Sometimes she was too blissed out herself to really enjoy his reaction but tonight she was a little more alert. She felt good--definitely satisfied--just not quite as overwhelmed by the post-orgasm endorphin high as she sometimes was
( ... )
He closed his eyes as Cuddy pressed her cheek to his. But he opened them again as she began listing the things she loved about him. Weirdly, it was a lot easier to hear negative things about him than positive. Negative things he expected. Negative things were what he thought of himself. Positive things... He'd never been used to hearing those. He'd never known how to take compliments other than to shrug them off or make some backhanded remark. That was his immediate reaction to what Cuddy was saying. At the same time, though, her words caused a warm buzz in him, mingling with the still buzzing afterglow of sex
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Cuddy gave a faint eyeroll as House began listing the parts of her body he loved, none of which was news. He'd been fascinated by her breasts as long as she'd known him. She hadn't told him the things she loved about him to get compliments in return anyway. She'd told him because she thought he needed to hear it. She'd told him she loved some of the potentially less attractive things about him because she wanted him to understand she loved him, all of him
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House was reluctant to meet her eyes, having admitted his fear of her leaving him. She hadn't left him yet, so that had to account for something. But yet was the key word. He wished he didn't hinge himself on pessimistic words like 'yet', but he couldn't help it. He was always, even if it was only a little, anticipating that something would go wrong.
Cuddy's 0.05% short of a 100% guarantee wasn't exactly encouraging. But even if she gave him a 100% guarantee, even a 110% guarantee, he'd still remain sceptical. He'd still anticipate that something would happen. In all honesty, that innate pessimism frustrated the hell out of him at times when he didn't want to be pessimistic. He kept having to remind himself that despite all the ugliness he and Cuddy had gone through together, she was still firmly by his side. But in his experience, everybody always left in the end. Besides, even if Cuddy promised him a 100% guarantee she'd never leave him, he'd have difficultly believing he was even worthy of that kind of promise
( ... )
Cuddy made a face when House took a bite of the panties. She'd already given them a quick lick so she knew they weren't exactly a taste treat. She was sure they were fine when used as a little extra something during sex but they certainly weren't made for snacking. She wasn't surprised he'd tried them, though. His curiosity drove him to try everything. At least this time it wasn't going to get him into trouble
( ... )
House welcomed the kiss but her jerked to pull his arms close to him with an, "Argh!" when Cuddy attacked his armpits. He squirmed under the further attacks she laid on him, caught between protesting and letting out vulnerable laughs. He was ultra sensitive after sex; he had ticklish enough spots on a good day but after sex he was simply ticklish everywhere. In retaliation, he dashed a hand out and managed to give her armpit a quick but fierce tickle before he was rolling away from Cuddy, trying to curl up protectively from her onslaught of more tickling
( ... )
While Cuddy went back to the bathroom, House got up and left the room for his bag still in the front hall. He picked it up and limped back to the bedroom, dumping on the floor by his side of the bed. Then he sat down, leaned over and rummaged around in the bag once he unzipped it to find his medication
( ... )
Cuddy was happy to hear he hadn't had one of his horrible nightmares lately. She knew he hated them, felt completely out of control when one took hold of his mind. They scared her, too. He'd get so deep into the nightmare he didn't know where he was or who was around him. After seeing a couple of them, she'd genuinely worried he might hurt himself unintentionally while in the grip of a nightmare. Later, when he'd confessed to feeling distraught enough to wish for death, she'd started worrying he'd injure himself intentionally
( ... )
If he had it his way, none of this would have happened. That went without saying, of course. If he had it his way, he wouldn't need the medication, the therapy, the inpatient care, none of it. Technically, he did have it his way if he wanted to - if he wanted to, he could forego the therapy and the drugs and choose to battle on by himself. He was stubborn enough to, that was for sure. But he'd also seen how his troubles were so badly damaging his relationship with Cuddy. In a choice between battling on by himself and having Cuddy in his life, and his kid, he'd chosen to go with the latter.
He nodded slightly as Cuddy rubbed his back and said she was glad the meds were working. The concerns she voiced were the exact same ones he'd had, over and over again. Change was hard for him, especially when it came to this kind of change - accepting he had demons he needed to face and conquer. But he couldn't keep going the way he had. He could see that now
( ... )
Cuddy put her arm around his shoulder when he settled down next to her. It was nice to simply have him close where she could feel him, even smell a faint hint of his shampoo on his hair. All those times they'd been apart, not just the last month but all the times they'd been separated, she'd feared she'd never get to experience this again. Even when he'd been in the hospital, she'd worried he give up or he wouldn't get better or he'd get better but decide he didn't need her complicating her life. There were so many ways they could have fallen apart and having him here now was a gift. It wasn't one she took lightly either
( ... )
Cuddy didn't sound like she believed him or was wary of his thanks, and he supposed he didn't blame her. After all, though he'd caused more than his share of problems to their relationship, Cuddy had contributed her share, too
( ... )
Cuddy gave a small shrug. She had done a lot for House over the years both personally and professionally and it was nice to hear him acknowledge that. It was weird, though--as many times as she'd thought she'd like to hear him say "thank you," she found she didn't actually need his thanks. She'd chosen to protect and help him because she believed it was the right thing to do, not because she expected him to be grateful. In some strange way, it was as if whatever sacrifices she'd made meant more because she'd done them without expecting anything in return. Still, it was nice to know he did know what she'd done for him and he was grateful
( ... )
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As Cuddy leaned over him and gently stroked his forehead and cheek, he relaxed even further, soothed by her touch. Just like everything about Cuddy, he'd missed this, too - the soft and tender touches she gave him, the way she looked at him and caressed him like nothing else in the world was going on. "Mmm," he murmured again. He blinked open his bleary eyes and turned his head towards her. He gave her a sluggish but content smile. "I feel like someone's just hit me over the head with a club. Except instead of pain, it caused an orgasm ( ... )
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Cuddy's 0.05% short of a 100% guarantee wasn't exactly encouraging. But even if she gave him a 100% guarantee, even a 110% guarantee, he'd still remain sceptical. He'd still anticipate that something would happen. In all honesty, that innate pessimism frustrated the hell out of him at times when he didn't want to be pessimistic. He kept having to remind himself that despite all the ugliness he and Cuddy had gone through together, she was still firmly by his side. But in his experience, everybody always left in the end. Besides, even if Cuddy promised him a 100% guarantee she'd never leave him, he'd have difficultly believing he was even worthy of that kind of promise ( ... )
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He nodded slightly as Cuddy rubbed his back and said she was glad the meds were working. The concerns she voiced were the exact same ones he'd had, over and over again. Change was hard for him, especially when it came to this kind of change - accepting he had demons he needed to face and conquer. But he couldn't keep going the way he had. He could see that now ( ... )
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