Night Music |House|Mature|

[Dr. Gregory House]

House matched Cuddy's kiss, lip to lip, tongue to tongue, dueling back with everything he had. The passion was burning him inside, sending thrilling chills up his spine, until he simply couldn't take it anymore. Breaking from the kiss, he panted, harshly, trying to gain back the oxygen his brain needed.

Her eyes were smoldering brown embers trapping him in her gaze, even as he stared steadily back. He was prepared for the volley of shots that never came. Instead, her hair tickled his chest as she laid her head against his shoulder. She shivered in his arms, and making a decision, he grasped her comfortably. Using his toe to yank the plug, the tub began to drain. He reached over the edge of the tube to grab his large, fluffy towel and wrapped it around Cuddy.

"Now that we've dirtied the bath water, let's dirty the sheets. ...Again."

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

Shuddering slightly at the feel of the fuzzy cloth of the towel wrapped around her still-highly-sensitive skin, Cuddy smirked sexily at House's suggestion. Sadly, however, she was too comfortable in his arms to move very far. But she knew he wasn't about to carry her back to the bedroom. His leg wouldn't be able to take it. Hoping she'd be able to stand after that last orgasm, she eased herself up and out of the tub. Glad she had control of her balance for now, she assumed a sexy pose.

Which wasn't hard considering she was wrapped in a towel.

Lisa was gladly looking forward to working House up again. It would take time, but they did have all night after all. All night to work each other up and over and through the roof. Blinking, a thought struck her. "Do you remember the last time we had this much sex?" She did, and if he did as well, she wouldn't have to work as hard to get him...well...hard. That had been an incredible night.

[Dr. Gregory House]

With the tub completely drained, House hauled himself up, trying not to let his kit touch the cold edges of the tub as he took a perch. Carefully maneuvering, he put one foot on the bath mat, glad to feel something separating his feet from the cold tile. The pipes rattled as he used it to pull himself up and out of the tub. He made a face at it, before turning to Cuddy. And stopped.

Damn. Cuddy was so sexy even when she wasn't trying. House leered, smirking lasciviously. He noticed her blink, and waited for her to articulate the thought that had crossed her mind. He smirked. "Oh yeah," he nodded, "but that was years ago, Lisa. I was young and randy, and capable of coming multiple times a night. Since then, I've got experienced. I may not be capable of coming multiple times in a night (at least, physically), I certainly am capable of delivering to you, multiple orgasms."

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

Cuddy's sexy smirk turned positively wicked as she turned his words over in her mind. Practically stalking up to House, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself against him, making absolutely sure that the cloth of the towel pressed and rubbed against his cock. She'd get him hard and ready again if it took the rest of the night.

"Is that so?" she asked in regards to his comments about not being able to come multiple times. "I think we can fix that, don't you?" she continued, pulling him down to whisper in his ear. When she finished speaking, she licked the shell of his ear, nipping at the lobe, pressing soft kisses along his jawline, down his neck. "It wouldn't be fair for me to come again if you can't..." Cuddy had put on the 'temptress' voice that had always worked on him in college. Drawing her hands down, she splayed her fingers across his chest, massaging gently.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House drew in a stuttering breath as Cuddy touched his chest, "well," he replied, "if you can't do it, no one can." Grabbing another towel, House dried himself off before he caught a chill. Taking up his cane, he leaned close to Cuddy, dropping the towel on the bathtub's edge. He inhaled Cuddy's scent before licking his lips, pressing his body against her.

Then he backed off, smirking cheerfully, "I hear my bed calling me. It wants us to have sex in it. And boy, did that sound so wrong." Waggling his eyebrows, House chuckled as he made his way to the bedroom, giving Cuddy one last seducing look over his shoulder. The bed smelled like their lovemaking, dirty sexy lovemaking. He'd have to change the sheets.

Tomorrow.

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

Smiling, Cuddy was glad she'd gotten House's vote of confidence. When he leaned close to her, she pressed herself closer to him, raising her eyes to meet his. She nearly whimpered when he backed away, but managed to bite it back as he spoke. Chuckling, she followed House out of the bathroom, still wrapped in the towel.

She had plans to find the dropped container of yogurt as soon as they returned to the bedroom. The cold dairy treat was going to be instrumental in her plan. Imagining all the dirty things she could do with just a small plastic cup of yogurt, she walked in after him, immediately going to the side of the bed where the yogurt had fallen. Quickly, she scooped it up and stared at House.

"I, for one, think it would be very rude of us to deny your bed its request," she said finally, smiling coyly and lowering her eyelashes seductively. Slowly, she walked over to stand in front of him. Wrapping her arms around his neck, still holding the yogurt container tightly, she pulled him back towards the bed and, turning, pushed him back onto it. She stepped back and unwrapped the towel with her free hand, letting it fall to the floor. She was in charge now.

[Dr. Gregory House]

"Then let us not linger out of it over long," House said, hiding his grin. He tossed his cane aside as Cuddy pressed him backward onto the bed. "Ah, the bed. A supremely fantastic invention. Sleep in it, watch tv in it, play video games in it, and my very favourite: have sex in it.

"Coming, Lisa?" House inquired, arching an eyebrow at his innuendo. He watched as she unwrapped the towel that hid her nakedness. He recognized that look in her eyes. The one that said she was taking control of this, whatever this was, like she did back in college. He had to admit, it was an incredible turn on to see Cuddy so formidable and prepared to rule over him. Though he never let her know that, precisely. As always, he was belligerent, imperious. His piercing blue eyes saw everything Lisa Cuddy was and told her exactly what she expected them to say. He was House after all. He always had to stand up to the Man. Even when the Man was Cuddy.

Especially when the Man was Cuddy.

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

Fire burned in Cuddy's eyes as she stared at him. "Oh yes, Greg. I am most definitely coming. You are too, if I have anything to say about it," she answered, popping the plastic top off the cup of yogurt. She stalked toward him as she peeled off the foil covering. A devilish smirk curling her lips, she licked the semi-solid snack food off the foil as erotically as she knew how.

"Lie back," she ordered, stopping right at the foot of the mattress. Her eyes had darkened to almost black as they roamed over House's body. It was all hers. He was all hers. "Relax. Arms behind your head. Since I wasn't allowed to touch you, you're not allowed to touch me. Until I say so."

[Dr. Gregory House]

"If you say so," House made to leer as he watched Cuddy approach with the container of yogurt. More misuse of foodstuffs, which in House's opinion, could not be done enough. It was fun. He leaned back on his elbows, taking in the sight. The things she could do with her tongue... it was indecent, what she was doing to the foil!

The possessive look in her eyes sent thrilling chills down his spine. He suppressed the shiver, lying back against the pillows comfortably, his own eyes were heavy with desire. Turnabout was fair play, House mused to himself as he complied to Cuddy's demands. He tucked his hands behind his head and decided to enjoy the ride. He couldn't wait for her to touch him, his skin was sensitive and clean from the hot bath, ready for the slightest touch.

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

Letting the foil slip from her fingers to flutter to the floor, Cuddy waited until House was settled comfortably before crawling up onto the bed, moving towards him on her knees. She settled herself between his legs. This position gave her the perfect vantage point to do as she wished with the yogurt, and watch his reaction. And that didn't just refer to his facial expressions.

Setting the cup down in front of her, she maneuvered herself over House, stretching herself out. She smirked down at him, her hair falling over her shoulder. Bracing herself over him, she pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, ghosting kisses over his jaw, down his throat, over his chest. She let her hair brush against his skin as her lips moved over his body. Returning to her starting position, she again took up the yogurt.

Dipping her finger into the cup, she scooped out a small bit of it. Putting her finger to her lips, she licked and sucked the snack off in a parody of what she'd done to House's cock earlier that evening. Cuddy would be surprised if the vision she presented didn't get a rise out of him. Smirking at the thought, she removed her finger from her mouth, covering it again with the yogurt.

"Taste?" she offered, leaning forward again, touching her food-covered finger to his lips.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House's breathing got a little hitched as she crawled on the bed seductively. He arched an eyebrow as Cuddy settled in between his legs, aching for the ability to reach out and touch her. Though he was turned on by the fact that he couldn't, and could only take pleasure from her. This was something with which he could deal; Cuddy doing the hard work. He could just lie back and think of England. Or better yet, he mused as Cuddy stretched out over him, pressing kisses to his lips, jaw and downward, he would focus on Cuddy and the things she was doing to him.

He groaned as she started sucking on her fingers like that. It was impossibly hot, and he could watch her facial expression as she did it. Seeing that hot look on her face, knowing that look on her face was there while she sucked his cock made the earlier experience all the more erotic.

"That," House replied, licking her offered finger soundly, "and more."

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

She shivered a little as he licked her finger. But she suppressed it, deciding not to let House think he had any control over this round of intercourse. As she pulled her finger away, she trailed the fingertip over his bottom lip, across his jaw, flattening her hand. Ghosting touches down his chest as she drew her hand back towards her, she let her fingers linger just at his waist, no intention of brushing casually over his kit. No intention of touching it at all just yet.

So, Cuddy pulled her hand back, cocking her head. "I'm going to have to be creative about how I do this, aren't I?" she asked teasingly. Of course, she already knew exactly what she was going to do, but to let him know that would be the same as giving him control. An amused smirk settled on her lips and she chuckled suddenly. "I have just the thing."

Coating two fingers in yogurt, she leaned up and covered his nipples with the thick and creamy dairy product. Smirk still in place, she took a small glob of it out of the container, drawing a curve across House's abdomen. Sitting back, she admired the handiwork of her smiley-face. Sucking the yogurt left over from her design from her fingers, she gazed at him, her eyelids heavy with lust. Setting the plastic cup aside again, she laid her hands across his hips, bracing herself, before leaning down and beginning to slowly remove the 'artwork' with her tongue.

[Dr. Gregory House]

He shivered as she finally went to work on his body, squeezing his eyes closed as the cold foodstuffs was spread on his skin. He opened his eyes when he sensed Cuddy was finished with her artistic bent. He huffed as his eyes told his brain what she had drawn on him. Happy face indeed. At least he could be comforted by the knowledge she would soon lick it up. Clean up the mess she had made so very erotically.

Her tongue pressed against his warm skin and he arched his back best as he was able, wanting to prolong the contact with Cuddy. He never wanted her to stop. Her tongue was like hot fire chasing away the thrilling chill of the yogurt from his skin. The goosebumps remained, however, as her tongue thrilled him just as much as the yogurt had. He let out a moan, helplessly wanting more. His cock began to slowly rise to the occasion, even as he was gasping from the effort. Cuddy could do this to him, torture him and leave him begging for more.

"Cuddy," he groaned out, "yeah, do it like that. Don't stop."

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

Lisa smirked into House's flesh as he arched under her. Closing her eyes, she slowed her pace, oh so very slowly sliding her tongue across his stomach, following the curve of the smile she'd drawn. His moan went right through her, charging her nerves, making her damp. But she didn't move any faster, choosing to torture him as he had done to her earlier. His words made her moan against his skin, and she pressed her tongue harder against his body, carving a path through the yogurt. She leaned up when half the smile had been licked away.

Glancing quickly over him, Cuddy smiled to see the effects she'd had on him. Not quite there yet... She bent down again, focusing on clearing away the other half of the curve of yogurt. Instead of one long stroke as she'd done before, she tried short, quick flicks of her tongue alternating with slow, leisurely licks. She had to make this last, since it was probably going to be the last round of the night. Not that she had a problem with that.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House moaned in protest as she pulled away, but was soon placated more than he deserved. Her quick tongue flicking against his skin made him writhe in agonizing pleasure. The sensation of her tongue against his sensitive skin was unbearable, indescribable pleasure coursing through him, making him feel lightheaded at the heady sensation. His hips bucked, looking for something to rub himself against, yearning to reach Cuddy and make contact with her warm flesh.

And she was still only on the half smile. There was still the nipples for her to clean, and his cock surged at the anticipation of her tongue on those two erogenous zones. She was driving him to insane heights of exhausting pleasure. He wasn't sure if he would survive this. He was definitely not going into work tomorrow, all those sick people would definitely be a buzz kill.