From Here On Out |House|Mature|

[Dr. Gregory House]

Mourning the loss of contact with her warm body, House watched Cuddy as she undressed, revealing her undergarments. Cuddy could make light blue look good. Of course, her bra and underwear would look better on the floor so that he could have her all to himself. Making a come hither gesture, House reached out and hooked a finger at the waistband of her panties.

Tugging gently at the material, he coaxed Cuddy to him, smirking as he slowly drew the fabric down. His other hand helped the panties on its journey down her long, shapely legs. "My, Lisa, what lovely legs you have," he said, fluttering his eyelashes at Cuddy, coyly. He ran his fingers up the inside of her thighs, stroking the soft velvet of skin there. Licking his lips, he bent close, getting up onto his knees.

Ignoring the faint stab of protest from his thigh, he settled on his heels, leaning close to Cuddy's thighs and pressing a kiss before moving up. Following a path his fingers had laid out, tasting the musk of Lisa's scent. His eyes met her eyes, dark with his desire for her.

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

She'd already started moving back to the bed as he beckoned her. Cuddy gave a surprised 'Eep' as she was drawn forward. She moaned exquisitely as her panties were lowered and House's fingers trailed up her legs. Reaching up behind her, she had just touched the clasp of her bra to undo it when she felt his lips on her thigh.

"Oh, god..." she groaned, starting to feel damp and lightheaded as his lips moved. "Oh..." Ignoring the sudden discomfort as the underwire of her bra pressed against her breasts as she breathed deeply, her hands moved away from the clasp, coming to rest on House's shoulders as their eyes met. The only thing her eyes betrayed was the deep, unconditional love she felt in that very moment. Sighing contentedly, she whispered the three words she knew he loved to hear.

"Make me feel...."

[Dr. Gregory House]

Reaching up with his hands, he quickly undid the clasp that held her bra together, pulling it away. He admired her breasts as they were set free from their bonds. Cuddy had such great breasts.

"Your wish is my command," House murmured into Cuddy's thighs, his warm breath raising goose bumps along the fine and sensitive epidermis of her lovely, tender thighs. Flicking his tongue out, he licked a swath toward Cuddy's vagina. Parting the folds with his thumbs, his tongue found her opening, tasting her, before finding her clitoris. He manipulated the nub gently, trying to get her hot and panting, begging for more.

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

She shivered as her bra was removed. Nothing could make her shiver like House's touch. Like what he did to her...Cuddy moaned as his breath ghosted over her skin. "Oh, yes..." she hissed as he reached her snatch.

"Greg..." she moaned as she felt herself grow wetter. "Oh..." One hand moved to the back of his head, the other to his neck. Combing her fingers through his hair, she felt the words rise up from her throat before she even knew she'd thought of saying them in the first place. "Oh....oh god....oh Greg...need more...more, please....love you soo much...." She ended her rushed pleas with a drawn out moan of his name. "Need you...need you now...." she begged, the sweet torture he was inflicting on her clit getting to her.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House tasted Cuddy's excitement as she writhed on his tongue. Her words were very encouraging, prompting him to press his tongue in, then curl it, licking her clitoris in one hard, steady, long stroke. He could feel her need in the tremors of tense muscles, in the tenor of her throaty cries, her begging for release.

Pressing his finger into her tight opening, he turned his hand, palm up. Then he curled his finger, feeling the texture of her inside, then rubbing over the clitoris. He pressed against it gently, rubbing slowly and gently. It was not a video game button to tap hard, repeatedly; that was the quickest way to turn most women off. Instead, he leaned forward to press breathy kisses on the soft skin of Cuddy's lower belly, his fingers moving slowly at first, then faster to accommodate Cuddy's needful cries.

"Come for me," House said in a low, sexy voice. "Just let it all go, and come for me, Lisa."

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

Lisa positively jerked when she felt House's finger in her. "Oh..." she groaned. There was no other man in the world that could do this to her, make her feel like this, like she was all that mattered in his life. And she could never give up that feeling.

"So good..." she moaned, loving what his fingers were doing to her. "So very good..." She was high, and ecstatic, and everything just seemed to coalesce around her, her head was spinning from the sensations. And then he was speaking. "Oh...." she cried out softly, feeling so close to the edge, just waiting to jump off, and she was falling, falling, falling. "Oh, god....Greg...." was the last intelligible thing she said as she came. The room was still spinning as she felt the waves of pleasure wash over her.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House was satisfied on a deep level that he had made Cuddy come using just his tongue and his fingers. Maybe his 'sex' voice had an affect on her as well. He settled into bed behind Cuddy, waiting for sense to come back to her. "Yeah," he said, self-satisfaction very evident in his voice, "I made you come with a finger. I am very useful to have around, aren't I?"

He wrapped his arms around Cuddy, feeling content. He was drugged to his gills, had just brought a beautiful woman to the edges of ecstasy and over and was now holding said woman in his arms, just glad to have her there. Life was good.

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

She breathed deeply, attempting to catch her breath after that very heady experience. Cuddy shivered as House's arms encircled her, her skin still tingling all over. As her senses returned to normal and her skin became desensitized, she turned in House's embrace. This was so perfect, and she found herself thinking that she could get used to it.

"Yeah, you are," she breathed, feeling sleepy. "That was so wild..." she muttered, leaning her head on his shoulder, her eyes drifting closed. "Not to say that sex with you is anything but wild. You just know what women want..." Cuddy yawned and settled herself more comfortably. Sleep sounded good right now.

[Dr. Gregory House]

A brief smirk crossed House's face at Cuddy's statement. Oh yeah, those cheerleaders really helped him understand what women want. He didn't need some women focused telepathy to know what women want. Take that, Mel Gibson, House thought smugly to himself as he drifted to sleep with a sigh into Cuddy's hair.

House fell asleep, content to hold Cuddy in his arms. He knew eventually they would move apart during their sleep as the body moved quite often during the sleep cycle. Morning would come soon enough, and they would be more rested and composed to face the coming day.

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

Blinking sleepily, Cuddy awoke the next morning snuggling into her pillow. She sat up and looked around, smiling softly when she saw that House was still there. Stretching, she stood and looked around for her robe. The black silk one. Catching sight of it on the back of the door, Cuddy walked over and slipped it on. Tying it around her waist, she returned to the bed, walking around to where House was laying. Leaning over, she laid a soft kiss on his lips.

"Good morning, honey," she whispered. "Sleep well?" In a few minutes, when he was more awake, she'd see if he would be up to staying for breakfast. She didn't see any reason they couldn't take the day off from work. God knew, they both needed it.

[Dr. Gregory House]

The cold grey of morning illuminated the bedroom through the curtains, bringing with it, House's dread of waking up. At Cuddy's movements, House stirred, groaning at the hour. He smiled, though when Cuddy kissed his lips. "Mmpflargle," House muttered, shifting so that the pillow covered his head.

He burrowed deeper in the blankets, seeking the warmth of sleep. House was not a morning person. House would never be a morning person. Ever.

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

Chuckling and shaking her head, Cuddy sat down on the edge of the bed. Giving his shoulder a gentle nudge, she leaned down and whispered into his ear. "Greg. It's almost nine thirty. I'll give you the entire weekend off if you wake up now and have breakfast with me." Casting him one last look, she stood and debated whether or not to get dressed. Deciding that it was better not to, she left the bedroom and made her way to the kitchen. Perhaps the smell of coffee and breakfast would tempt House to return to the waking world.

Putting the coffee on, she opened the fridge, taking out the eggs and milk. Removing the cinnamon, vanilla, and a mixing bowl from the pantry, she set to work. The bread was close at hand, so she didn't have to worry much about locating it. Setting a frying pan on the stove, she turned on the heat and started mixing everything together.

Soon, the smell of coffee and french toast filled the kitchen. Lisa was sure it had spread to other parts of the house as well.

[Dr. Gregory House]

The smell of food did much to coax House out of bed. When Cuddy told him it was nine thirty in the morning, he reflected that the hour was not as bad as Wilson's idea of when it was appropriate to be waking up, but was still painfully shy of his usual ten am wake up call. It seemed a compromise would have to do.

He located his cane and made the long and arduous journey out of bed. His knees creaked. He made a face, but his leg was still behaving. Small favours. Shuffling to Cuddy's kitchen on the power of his sense of smell alone, he made his way sleepily to Cuddy's side at the stove.

Slitting an eye open, he saw the fine silk of Cuddy's robe. "Ooh, pretty," he murmured. "Come back to bed, Lisa." His morning wood jutted out, pressing against his boxers almost painfully. He leaned closer to Cuddy, letting her know of his need. Food and coffee be damned!

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

She smirked when he came up beside her, half-tempted to heed his request. Barely holding back a moan as she felt his hardness, Lisa turned to face him. "Hmm," she hummed, raising her hands to trace circles on his chest. "I suppose we could put breakfast on hold." That said, she turned back and turned the heat off on the stove, covering the pan to keep the french toast warm.

"Sex first, then breakfast," she smiled, taking his hand and leading him back the way they had come. Although, she had considered for a moment the possibility of kitchen sex, but the bed was more comfortable. So she didn't say anything. Re-entering her bedroom, she led House back to bed. Letting go of his hand, she untied the sash on her robe and let it fall from her shoulders to land on the floor. Sliding back under the blankets, she assumed a 'come hither' pose.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House smirked as it didn't take long for Cuddy to catch on to the idea of morning sex with alacrity. He smiled as Cuddy saved their breakfast. He outright grinned when she practically dragged him back to her bedroom. "Sex should always be first," he sent her a lascivious smirk, taking in the way the robe clung and shimmered over the curves of her butt as she walked to the bedroom.

He set his cane against the bedside table and watched with desire as Cuddy disrobed and slipped back into bed. Yanking his shirt off, he crawled in under the covers and found one of her nipples. He sucked and licked it, torturing it as was his wont. Morning sex was great. He was still sleepy, so the act was more warm and slower than usual. Like he could just take his time to induce toe curling sensations in Cuddy's body.

His fingers meandered over Cuddy's body slowly, exploring. One finally slipped down through her short hairs and curled inside her, testing her inner warmth and moistness. The finger curled and brushed against her clitoris, before sinking back into her, feeling the walls of her tight heat press against it. His penis strained against his boxers and he groaned, wanting to bury his shaft deep into Cuddy.