Night Music |House|Mature|

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

For days to come, Lisa Cuddy would never know how exactly she managed to stay on the road all the way back to House's apartment; so clouded with sex were her thoughts that she found it quite difficult to concentrate on much else. But when she finally pulled to a stop in front of the complex, her lusty thoughts could be free to go wild.

She hadn't looked once at House for the duration of the drive. If she had, she was sure she would have pulled the car over and pulled him into the backseat with her...and it was a spacious backseat. She'd filed that thought away for later consideration.

Now that they were standing just outside his front door, she could devote her full attention to him. "It's unlocked, right?" she asked hopefully, clutching at his blazer and pulling him to her in a heated and desperate kiss, leaning back against the door. "I might need a little help getting out of this dress," she whispered breathily against his lips, pulling back just slightly. The mere thought of seeing his face when her black lace lingerie was revealed was more than enough to start her vaginal juices flowing.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House panted as she kissed him hungrily, like she was trying to devour him. He really didn't mind, groaning out his appreciation. He put his hand on the door, leaning into her, trying to do the same. "Unlocked?" He wondered out loud, trying to get his thoughts back in order. Kissing Cuddy had that affect on him. "The door? Um." He tried it. It wasn't, so he dug into his pockets for his keys, "of course I lock my door. I don't want half of Jersey rifling through my stuff."

He unlocked it, and smirked at the prospect of getting Cuddy out of her dress. He looked at her leaning against the door, and the pose sent all kinds of happy signals to his brain which in turn sent signals straight to his erection. Or was it the other way around? Whichever way it was, one thing was for certain. In caveman terms, he wanted her and he wanted her now. "Yes, dress. Off. Now." He punctuated this demand with a kiss, supporting Cuddy with his left arm around her, still clutching the doggie bag of honey glaze, and his right hand, even encumbered with the cane, managed to open the door.

Kicking the door closed, he put the doggie bag down on a nearby table, glad to have a free hand at last. He found the zipper on her dress and started pulling it down slowly. He broke from the kiss, gasping slightly. "Mmm, Lisa."

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

Swallowing his groan, Cuddy replied with one of her own as he leaned into her. She took a moment while House unlocked the door to catch her breath slightly. She was still breathing hard when he kissed her again, and she melted into his embrace as the door flew open behind her. Moaning softly as she felt the zip on her dress being lowered, she released his jacket and let her fingers trail down to the fastenings of his slacks. She had just released them when he broke away.

Her breasts swelled as House gasped out her name. "Memorize that. You'll be screaming it soon enough." she returned in a husky voice, shooting her lover a saucy smirk. The twist of her lips turned positively devilish as she reached in, past his boxers to roughly squeeze his erection. It was hard steel encased in velvet under her hand, and she grew wetter as she stroked him with a tight fist. She knew what she wanted, but she would hold off taking it until she was out of her dress. The shimmery fabric would only complicate her movements and obscure the view.

"Gotta get these off you..." she muttered, removing her hand from his shaft and grasping the slacks and boxers. Pushing them down, she revealed her prize. "Is this for me?" she asked in mock surprise, gripping him again, tighter than she had before. Lisa squeezed once and loosened her grip slightly. "I hope so...I love getting presents," she smirked wickedly and captured House's lips again, pumping his cock as she thrust her tongue into his mouth.

[Dr. Gregory House]

Cuddy's groans went straight over his tongue, setting off his erogenous zones with the vibrations. It was the sound and fury of sex. His cock was pressing against his boxers, insistently, begging to be set free. He wanted her hands on him, wanted her mouth on him. His skin tingled wherever her fingers brushed against his skin as she fumbled with his slacks. He pushed the dress down, slipping it over her hips. The desire in his eyes made them dark as he took in her lingerie.

"Mmm, Lisa, Lisa," House moaned his appreciation, "Lisa. Promises, promises, Lisa." He moaned as she took him in hand, roughly pushing his boxers aside. His right hand grabbed his cane, holding it tightly, like something had to give, the cane or his hand. The shimmery fabric of her dress slid down her legs, pooling at her feet. Then immediately, she murmured, almost so faint that he couldn't hear her, but he knew what she said, her focus was so intent. She pulled down his pants, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"I'll give you a present," he gasped out after her kiss, his hips wanting to thrust against her hand, the firm sureness of her hand around his cock was making his knees weak. "I'll give you a present again, and again, and again," he growled against her lips.

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

As Cuddy felt her dress slide down, she felt free. Stepping out of her high heels, she pushed the pile of clothing back with her foot. She would need room to work. "Let me give you one first..." she whispered, her voice sultry and full of promise. Pressing one last lingering kiss to his lips, she stopped the handjob and dropped to her knees before him.

"I suppose I did it wrong last time, didn't I?" she asked, pretending to think. "After all...I was always told to finish what I start..." Cuddy turned her gaze upwards, sending House a sly grin before beginning her self appointed task. She gave a couple more hard, fast strokes, taking an obvious delight in the reaction she received. Once her hand had returned to the base, she leaned forward, licking away the drop of precum at the slit, tasting him.

"Mmm...Greg...you taste so good...." Lisa glanced up again, motivated by the look in his lust-darkened eyes. Casting her eyes back down, she she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock before slowly taking him into her mouth. Relaxing her throat, she took all of him in. Pulling back just as slowly, she grazed her teeth along the shaft, doing the same as she went forward again. Figuring that the longer she tortured House, the longer she would be torturing herself, she increased her tempo slightly, working her tongue over and around House's cock.

The hand holding his prick being unneeded at the moment, she rested both her hands on his thighs, pressing and massaging, moving up and down his legs as her mouth worked on his member. Lisa would make absolutely sure that this would be the most intense blow job he had ever gotten. It was certainly turning out to be the most intense she'd ever given.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House grip on his cane was tight, the other reaching out to grab the door frame awkwardly. It was all he could do to remain standing after Cuddy talked dirty to him, while she wrapped her hot mouth around his hard penis. He trusted her so much that the slight contact of her teeth on his sensitive manhood didn't make him flinch; instead it only cranked up the intensity of the act. Every nerve ending was standing up, paying attention. He was breathing harshly, moaning out Lisa's name with heartfelt appreciation. Her mouth was doing amazing things to him and he didn't ever want it to stop.

She was rubbing him, her hands felt like they were everywhere, touching him, making the sensations swim in his head. The heights of ecstasy was rapidly coming down to him, or was it that he was flying straight up to it? Swirling tingles coruscated across his shoulders, up his neck and under his scalp, making him gasp at the heady sensation. It was so intense, too intense, lightning was passing over his vision, his balls were tightening, threatening to make him tumble off the cliffs even as his toes curled and dug into the carpet, Cuddy's steadying hands gripping him.

"Oh, Lisa!" He shouted in warning as he was being taken over, the passion and the ecstasy clashing and he was coming. He was coming so hard that his breath was being stolen from him and he clenched his eyes so tight, feeling like he could just fly away on a gentle breeze.

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

The more he moaned her name, the more she worshiped his cock. She moved faster, wanting, needing to push him over the edge, and then she had, and she was ready when he came. With the experience of practice, Cuddy swallowed every drop of his seed, never ceasing the movements of her lips and tongue until she'd sucked him dry. When she finally removed her mouth from his penis, she stared up at him, eyes glazed over with sheer lust.

Slowly, she got to her feet, gently touching the side of his face, forcing him to meet her eyes. Cuddy pressed her scantily-clad body up against House, passing the ghost of a kiss over his lips. "You taste so good" she repeated, voice thick with desire, before kissing him fiercely, forcing her tongue into his mouth, her hands gripping his blazer again. Breaking away, she looked him over.

"You are overdressed for the occasion, my dear," she purred. "Let's rectify that, shall we?"

[Dr. Gregory House]

Panting, coming down from the high of climax, he was breathless to respond to Cuddy's words immediately. Then she kissed him, and it was interesting to say the least, to taste himself in her mouth. Like sour, bitter apples. Though if she liked the taste of him, who was he to argue?

"Yes, very overdressed," House agreed, panting. "So are you, lovely as you are in your very sexy, black lingerie." He kicked off his shoes and pants that were pooled around his ankles, reaching around Cuddy to grab the doggie bag. "I have plans for you," he murmured throatily, walking to the kitchen, cane thudding on the floor. Pulling out the container of honey glaze, he tested the temperature. It was cold, given the weather and the length of time between restaurant and his home.

Sticking the container into his microwave he heated it. Pulling his blazer off in the meantime gave him the opportunity to be less overdressed. The microwave beeped, and he pulled the warmed honey glaze out. Walking to the kitchen doorway, he eyed Cuddy, "bed or couch?" he asked, "'cause I'm sure I can find some cheesy porno to get you riled up, if I'm not enough."

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

Cuddy smirked as he walked away. This was, without a doubt, the most fun they had had in years. And they were just getting started. Licking her lips, she waited until he was in the kitchen before walking over to the short stack of videos sitting next to his television. Her curiosity getting the better of her, she picked them up and looked through them.

Oooh...this one looked promising.... Smirking wickedly, she took the one in hand and set the others down as House reappeared. Meeting his eyes, Lisa thought seriously for a moment. Eyeing the couch out of the corner of her eye, she figured that even though it would be incredibly hot, there was simply more room on the bed. And she voiced that thought, lowering her eyelids seductively.

"As for the cheesy porno..." she started, sauntering up to him. "I think this will work quite nicely," she finished, holding it up. "But then," she glanced down. "I'm not the one who needs riling up."

[Dr. Gregory House]

"Ah, a woman after my heart," House commented, seeing the DVD. "We'll blast the tv up loud and annoy the neighbours while we're at it," he smirked wickedly at the innuendo. He stood there, leaning artfully on his cane admiring Cuddy in her black lingerie. His button down shirt just barely hid his bits.

"Well, we're not getting any hotter standing here," House lied, since looking at Cuddy was making him quite warm and squirmy. He would much rather get warm and squirmy in bed with her, however, and he held up the container of honey glaze that he was really looking forward to having with a side of breast. He paused to cough at that sinfully lusty thought. "Go put it in and I'll meet you in the... boudoir..." House lingered just for a moment, breathing in Cuddy's scent, then he turned, making his way to his bedroom.

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

Smirking appreciatively at the look he was giving her, Cuddy eyed the jar of honey glaze. She should have known that they would be misusing food products before the night was over. And, strangely, the thought of being covered with honey glaze turned her on. And the thought of how the glaze would be coming off made her moan as House walked away.

Turning back to the TV, she turned it and the DVD player on. Quickly, she put in the disc and as soon as it had started playing, she turned to follow House. Before she'd even taken two steps, she had an insidious thought. Smirking, she turned to go into the kitchen. There had to be something else they could use in the fridge. Opening the door, she browsed the contents.

'He can't have bought this himself....' she thought, picking up a small container of yogurt. It would work nicely. She figured it would be only fair if she got to eat something off of him as well. So she closed the fridge and walked back, yogurt in hand, stopping briefly to watch the dirty film. Lisa's eyes widened slightly and she turned away. Vaguely, she wondered if she'd be able to get into that position.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House settled into his bed, remembering the last time something like this had happened, then he shook his head free of those thoughts. It had been a great night, but not something he should think on this night.

He could hear the nearby sounds of the porno playing, the cheesy music and the moans of the actress on it. Wondering what was taking Cuddy so long, he killed some time, peeling off his shirt and t-shirt, setting his watch on the bedside table. He pulled open the drawer, eying his secret, secret stash of vicodin. Good. Still secure and secrety. He closed the drawer, twiddling his thumbs, looked at the jar of honey glaze. Still warm.

"Oh, Doctor Cuddy," he called in his best come hither voice. He lounged on his pillows, arranging himself. "I could sure use your... expertise."

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

She had just about made it to the door when she heard him calling for her. Oh, they were gonna play that game, were they? Setting her 'doctor' face firmly in place, she stopped in the doorframe, watching him. God, it was taking all her resolve not to get in that bed. If he wanted to play the doctor game, she'd play the doctor game.

"I usually don't do examinations after hours, but I'll make an exception in your case, Doctor House," she replied in her sexiest voice. Slowly, she walked up to the bed, stopping at the foot. Leaning forward, she let her eyes travel over his form. How she wanted to be taken right now... But that would have to wait. "Now, where does it hurt?" she asked, already forming a plan to get House back to his highest state of arousal. She'd have a use for the yogurt, at least.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House shivered at the sound of her voice. It was like his cock was tied into Cuddy's voice and every time she spoke in that sexy voice, it just had to stand up and salute. Well, half mast anyway. He wasn't twenty anymore, and he had just come several minutes ago. Even given all that, her voice still sent vibrations his way, sending electrical impulses straight into his hardening penis, and his penis was surely responding to the stimulus enthusiastically.

"Thank you for making the exception," House replied, seriously, "there's no one else I would rather have help me with my... problem. I need your cure, Doctor Cuddy. I need it bad. Won't you please give me your healing touch," House begged woefully, reaching out to guide Cuddy's hand to his hard length. He spied the tub of yogurt in her hand and was very interested in what she had planned. "Please cure me, Doctor."

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

Oh god... The way he spoke to her...she was so tempted to drop the act and climb into bed next to him. But she didn't want to stop playing the game. So she compromised by sitting down at the foot and sliding as close as she dared.

"What seems to be your...problem?" she asked, knowing quite well what the problem was. She just wanted to hear him say it. Hear him say that he wanted to be inside her. As he reached toward her, she held out her hand, letting him guide it. "I'll cure you, Doctor House. I'll cure you over and over and over again. As many times as you need it." Lisa made absolutely sure to stress the word 'need'. Her hand found his erection and a jolt shot down her spine. She almost moaned, feeling wet. She was wet for him. And she'd make sure to let him know it. "I'll give you whatever you need..." she whispered, lowering her eyelids.