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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Feb 24, 2009 0:23:27 GMT -7
That sounded like a plan. Once House was settled, Cuddy carefully moved herself so that she was sitting between his legs, her back against his chest. "Well...I am behind in the count. You've come twice already. And I've only come once." Turning her head, she looked up at him, smiling coyly. "Whatever shall we do to rectify that?" She hoped that whatever he came up with involved more foreplay.
Reaching up, she wrapped one arm around his neck, leaning back against him. "Hm..." she hummed, gazing into House's eyes for a brief moment before bringing him down for a long, sensual kiss. "Have I told you today that I love you?" she asked, lowering her arm and resting one hand on each of his thighs. Slowly, gently, she drew her fingers over the skin; tracing patterns on the left, tracing over the scarring on the right. She figured he wouldn't mind.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 24, 2009 20:20:27 GMT -7
House chuckled, "oh, fishing for my magic fingers, are you? Be careful what you wish for. Tonight is our night of secret, forbidden passion. I will make you come many times." As for foreplay, he hoped washing her counted.
"Only like a thousand times," House replied, a smile in his voice, "but I could stand to hear it one more time." He slowly started rubbing Cuddy's back, lathering the soap over the smooth skin curving around her shoulders, over the shoulder blades, counting vertebrae that he could feel. He rubbed over muscles that were usually tensed during the work day, usually because of him, but were loose and relaxed, probably because of the awesome sex they just had.
He flinched a little when she traced a finger over the scarring on his right thigh. It was an ugly scar, deep twisted crevices where muscle used to be. He hated the lack, even as he refused plastic surgery to make the skin less ugly. He wanted the visual reminder there, that told him, here is where you failed. You had a puzzle and when it counted, you dropped the pieces.
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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Feb 24, 2009 21:40:52 GMT -7
Cuddy sighed and leaned forward slightly as she felt the soap on her back, laughing lightly. "I'll tell you a thousand more times if it means getting to do this more often." 'This' being everything that had happened between them since about seven thirty. "I do love you, you know. I'm glad we decided to give us another chance."
Letting out another contented sigh, she stopped tracing idle patterns on his legs, moving her fingers to the insides of his thighs, ghosting touches over the skin there. "This feels nice," she commented, referring for the most part to the soap covering her body. "We should do this more often."
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 24, 2009 22:50:25 GMT -7
He heard her content sigh, and resolved to make things a little more hotter. He let his hands become less clinical, more lingering and sexual. Trailing warm soapy water over her back, his fingers moved around her body to linger at her breasts. Picking up the soap, he worked up a fresh lather and started paying particular attention to the remainder of the honey glaze left on her skin. After the remnants of the sticky sauce was washed away, House let his finger travel down lower.
"I'm glad too," House murmured, "I really like our current level of closeness." He pressed a kiss to the corner of her jaw, where jaw met ear. "We should do taking baths together more often? Is that a comment on my hygiene?" He teased, as his fingers did their level best to distract her, rubbing small circles around the nipple of one breast while the other trailed lower beneath the water level suggestively.
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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Feb 24, 2009 23:36:33 GMT -7
Leaning back against him as he moved his hands around to her front, she moaned. Feeling warm soapy water running over her skin had never exactly been a sexual sensation for Cuddy...until now. With soap suds clinging to her breasts and stomach, and House's hands putting them there and washing them away with the leftovers of their previous round of foreplay, she couldn't help but groan in pleasure under the sensations.
She wanted to move her head around when he kissed her jaw, but decided she liked it much better leaning against his shoulder while his fingers trailed over her skin. Lisa took a deep breath when she felt his fingers on her nipple, pushing her breasts out. Letting the breath out, she pressed herself back against him, knowing where his other hand was heading. "Yes..." she gasped out, ignoring his teasing remark, focusing on his fingers on her breast. Moving one hand, she covered his wandering hand, drawing it closer to her vagina, stopping just barely above the patch of hair. Now she did turn her head, pressing a light kiss to his throat. Wondering vaguely if they'd be up all night having sex, Cuddy decided that it wouldn't be so bad if they did.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 25, 2009 11:32:07 GMT -7
House listened to her moans, and when she groaned out the affirmative, he had to suppress his snickers. "You are commenting on my hygiene?" He asked, mock offended, though laughter could be heard in his voice too, "I don't know whether to be offended or to punish you. I think I'll do both!"
With that, his fingers found a nipple and tweaked it, while his other hand drifted over the short wet hairs of her pussy. Cuddy's hand guided his pertly to where she wanted it to go. Impatient, are we, Lisa? He smirked, wickedly. Just as he was about to part the folds, he teasingly moved his hand away, instead focusing on the smears of honey glaze still sticking stubbornly to her abdomen. His fingers washed and rubbed the skin clean of their abuse of food substances.
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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Feb 25, 2009 22:30:35 GMT -7
Lisa groaned again as he spoke, his choice of words calling to her sex drive. "Punish me," she breathed, gasping as he tweaked her nipple. "Oh, god..." Whimpering as he pulled his hand away, she moved her head a bit more to gaze up at him.
"You wicked tease," she mock-accused. She loved being teased, though. She always had. Though, if she was going to be teased, it was only fair that she teased him back. So she did. Moving under his touch, she writhed slowly against him, careful not to splash water all over the floor. "You like this?" she asked softly, rubbing her hands up and down his legs as she had earlier that evening.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 26, 2009 12:57:02 GMT -7
House smirked at Cuddy's pleasing sex noises. She had a fascination with punishment, which was something he could work with. Obliging with her breathy demand, he continued his torturous ministrations on her breasts, while his other hand finally relented and drew closer to her sex. Parting the folds, he slipped a finger, then another, pushing into her demandingly.
He loved Cuddy rubbing herself against him, but having come twice recently meant he would take a while to get really worked up. If Cuddy was expecting him to get more than half hard, she was in for a disappointment. He doubled the efforts of his hands, working hard to make sure she was too turned on to care. "You know I like this," he growled sexily, "like the feel of you getting so turned on against me and know that I'm the one making you squirm this way."
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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Feb 26, 2009 13:54:56 GMT -7
Cuddy gasped as House's fingers finally entered her. Sucking in a deep breath, she pressed herself hard against him. It had to be the strongest sensation she'd felt all night. Letting out the breath in a long moan, she relaxed, letting the feeling flow over her like the water around his fingers in her opening. And the fact that she was improvising a lap dance only made the feeling more erotic.
Moaning again under his touch, Cuddy smirked as he spoke. "So turned on," she repeated. "You like making me squirm." Shifting her hips, she groaned, letting her head roll to the side, exposing the pale fleshy column of her neck. "Love it...love it when you make me squirm...makes me sooooo hot."
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 26, 2009 21:08:31 GMT -7
House never relented with his movements from his hands. He played Cuddy's body like a piano, like a violin, like a guitar. Or sitar, the instrument of love. House made a wry face at that particular gem of sappy. He buried his nose into her hair, pressed kisses onto her neck, her shoulder.
Throughout it all, he never let up with the dirty talk. "I do, Lisa," he muttered back, his voice low and breathy. "You're so turned on, I can feel it, under my hands, against my body. You're quivering with it, trembling and squirming at my touch, feeling it all so helplessly. The warm water flowing over you, the chill it leaves behind," here he blew a breath over Cuddy's shoulder, down her breast, raising goose bumps in its wake.
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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Feb 26, 2009 22:28:37 GMT -7
Moaning softly as she writhed against him, rotating her hips on his fingers, she listened to him talk dirty to her. She shivered at the sound of his voice, the words he spoke, his breath across her skin. His words and ministrations made her so hot.
"Ooooo," she hissed out as his breath raised goosebumps over the sensitized flesh of her breasts. It felt like all of her body was hypersensitive in that moment. And it was House's doing. And just knowing that made her hornier. "Help me come, Greg..." she whispered, not once ceasing her own movements against him.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 26, 2009 23:22:20 GMT -7
His heart racing at the exciting sounds Cuddy was making as she thrashed and writhed at his touch, House kept thrusting his fingers into her like a parody of an erect penis. He rubbed and stimulated her clitoris, the water slipping between his fingers, moving with the forceful flow. It was like the crest of the ocean waves, breaking tide, every swell...
"You can feel it, can't you?" House murmured into her ear, his voice deep and husky. "That ecstasy coming, like the moon calling the tide. That ocean of pleasure just waiting for you to crash into it." It certainly helped the metaphor along, considering that they were lying in soapy bath water. "It's like a drumbeat, a rapid tattoo of single droplets of water cascading together, surging, racing for you. Give yourself over to it, Cuddy. Let yourself feel."
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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Feb 26, 2009 23:40:42 GMT -7
Her breathing quickened as his fingers moved in and out of her. Intense didn't even begin to cover the sensations Lisa felt as she moved on his hand. Her heart raced and she closed her eyes, leaning back against House, letting his words wash over her. She wanted that...needed it. Needed to feel herself plummet into the ecstasy that awaited her.
"I feel it, Greg..." she said, moaning, as the waves crashed over her and she felt that white hot energy within her burst forth in a haze of absolutely blissful nothingness. Shuddering, Cuddy was positive she'd stopped breathing for a split second as she came, the most erotic and forceful climax she'd experienced to date forcing her back against her lover, her hands gripping his legs for balance as she rode the tide of orgasm. She relaxed her grip, relaxing bonelessly against House, the blinding white light fading from behind her eyelids.
Lifting her head slowly, she gazed deep into his eyes, leaning up, closing the distance between their lips, a breathless "I love you," gasped out before she pressed her lips hard against his.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 27, 2009 0:08:07 GMT -7
House felt Cuddy's ecstasy fast approaching, rolling through her. Her breath quickened as she gave into the pleasure, her eyes wide and sightless for a brief moment, seeing things at a level not of the realm they were both occupying. House watched with wide eyed fascination as Cuddy arched her back, mouth open in the awe of the powerful feeling. Like St. Theresa in Ecstasy, Cuddy in her throes was breathtaking.
As Cuddy quivered between his thighs, coming down from the natural high, House ran his hands over trembling skin. He held her close to his breast, glad of her heat that countered the cooling porcelain of the tub against his back, the water becoming tepid. Cuddy was utterly relaxed in his arms. She pressed a hard kiss against his lips, and he met her with equal force, deepening the kiss.
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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Feb 27, 2009 1:45:56 GMT -7
Feeling House's arms around her as she regained her senses, feeling him deepen their kiss, she pressed back, fighting him for dominance. Briefly tracing the crevice of his lips with her tongue, she forced her way into his mouth, her tongue drawing his into a duel.
There was something here now, settled between them. Something deeper than anything they'd experienced together before. Cuddy couldn't put a name to it, and in her current state, she couldn't care less what it was called. All she knew was that it hadn't been there before. She couldn't ignore the feeling, however, even as she poured her soul into the kiss. Breaking away, gasping for breath, she locked eyes with House. Even as she thought of what to say, she knew that words would break the mood. So, she laid her head against his shoulder, hoping to convey that she wanted the warmth of House's bed instead of the cooling water surrounding her.
Not that she wanted to sleep just yet or anything. There was just more room in the bed.
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