Morning, October 26, Corfu

Cuddy stirred, rolling to her other side and burying her head in her pillow. Although there was plenty of morning sunlight streaming through the sheer curtains on the balcony doors, she was abdicating her role as the early bird in the relationship. Actually, she'd been doing that a lot on their trip, and what was really surprising was that she didn't feel the least bit guilty about it. House was clearly having a bad influence over her. She shifted position just a touch, trying to fall asleep again. Unfortunately, her bladder had other ideas. She grimaced, her face half smushed in the pillow, but there was no denying a full bladder. Not without unpleasant results.

She slipped out of bed as stealthily as she could. House was sprawled on the other side of the bed and, as far as she could tell, still deeply asleep. She made her way to the bathroom, shivering when her bare ass made contact with the cold porcelain of the toilet. The cool morning air would be refreshing if she were actually interested in getting up. Cold porcelain when all she really wanted to do was go back to sleep was an unwelcome shock. Still, there was a definite sense of relief when her bladder was empty, and she quickly washed her hands, intent on going straight back to bed and curling up next to House.

As she exited the bathroom, her eye was caught by the view of the sea. She made her way over and opened the balcony door just enough to look out. She stood there a moment in nothing but a thin nightie, soaking in the view...which was damn near perfect. In fact, in the short time they'd been on the island, everything had been damn near perfect: the views, the food, the weather, even the hotel. She'd enjoyed everything they'd seen, everywhere they'd been so far, but there was something about this place that had made her fall in love with it immediately.

They'd arrived on Corfu the previous afternoon after an overnight ferry trip from Venice. They'd had a good couple of days in Venice (good being defined as no major arguments and no outbreaks of PTSD) and when House had, purely on a whim, chosen Greece as their next destination, she'd been willing to go along. Greece wasn't on her top list of places to see but if the opportunity was there, she wasn't going to turn it down. She'd worried a bit about the long ferry ride. After House's complaints about the train, she wasn't sure how he'd do being cooped up on a boat for almost a day. The trip hadn't been bad, though. Since they were both comfort whores, they'd splurged on getting an actual cabin so they'd have a bed to sleep in, and so House could have privacy if he needed it. Outside of their cabin, there were diversions on board to keep House reasonably entertained. As it turned out, she had the biggest problem with the journey and that had been sea-sickness. Or maybe it was another bad bout of morning sickness, or even a combination of both. Either way, it had made her miserable enough that she'd asked House for some of the anti-nausea medicine he'd brought. And yes, she'd felt guilty about taking it but it had done the trick.

She opened the balcony door a bit wider to feel the breeze. The sun was already warming the air for what promised to be another mild, sunny day. She glanced over her shoulder at the bed and her smile grew wider. House was still lying just as she'd left him. He looked so peaceful it seemed a shame to wake him. Not enough of a shame to stop her from doing it, though. She left the balcony door standing open and walked back to the bed. He only stirred a little when she slipped under the covers and moved close to him. Still smiling, she propped herself up on one arm and leaned over to press light kisses to his face, so light her lips barely touched his skin. He wrinkled up his face at that but still didn't wake. Curious as to how long he'd continue to sleep through the kisses, she moved down, placing more kisses across his chest. She made a trail of kisses along his collarbone, then nuzzled into his neck for a few more before flicking her tongue over his earlobe.

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House was tired. Scrap that - exhausted. He'd forgotten how tiring travelling and vacationing actually was. Combined with the more than slight and definitely unwanted hiccups that had occurred ever since their trip had started, it was a recipe for being tired enough to want to sleep for at least a few days. He'd managed to pass out into a deep sleep before nine o'clock the night before, which was a record for him. Usually a night owl, he rarely saw nights end before midnight.

He wasn't sure what woke him at first. Something was hovering around his face, though he was still in too deep a sleep to shoo it away. Suddenly he heard himself grunt, which jolted him a little more out of sleep. He cracked his eyes open just enough to catch a glimpse of the sunlight streaming through the open doors, but shut them again and almost sank straight back into sleep, only to feel something else hovering down by his neck.

He grunted again, still caught on the cusp between wakefulness and sleep - until he felt something moist and warm on his ear. He jerked in mild surprise, then opened one eye to see Cuddy's face right next to his and her mouth latched onto his ear.

"You know, if you're hungry, I'm sure this place offers room service," he said, his voice low and croaky with sleep.

No point in trying to get back to sleep now. He was awake enough now to register where he was and to recognise that the morning sun was damn bright. He squinted while he lifted a hand to rub his face. He just lay there and allowed Cuddy to keep attacking him with small kisses while he concentrated on waking up. When he felt her hand on his chest, he reached down and lazily threaded their fingers together. He stretched his eyes open wide and blinked furiously a few times before finally turning his head towards Cuddy and settling his gaze on her. He lifted his other arm and propped it underneath his head.

"You woke me," he complained, though he was looking at Cuddy softly while he said that.

"Hmmm...," Cuddy murmured. She lifted her head so she could look at his face and pretended to consider his suggestion of room service. "Somehow I doubt they have what I want on the menu."

She settled against him, sort of half-lying on top of him, and gave him time to wake. She played with his fingers as he blinked and stretched, occasionally leaning in for another quick kiss. Ten minutes earlier all she could think about was going back to sleep. Now she was wide awake, she felt good, she was happy and she wanted him to join her in feeling that way. She had to make allowances for the fact he hadn't been awake as long as she, though, so for the moment she simply amused herself in watching him slowly shake off the remnants of sleep.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said as seriously as she could. Her smile belied her words, though. She lifted up and shifted over him, straddling his hips. She braced her hands on either side of his head and leaned down to place a soft kiss on his lips.

"Should I leave you alone then? I mean, I wouldn't want to disturb you." She dropped kisses over his face in between the words. Without stopping she shifted her weight back and moved her mouth down along his throat and back to his chest. She kissed the length of his sternum, then moved her head to the side, tracing the curve of a rib with the tip of her tongue.

She glanced up, peering at him through her eyelashes. "So...do you want me to stop?"

Even though he was still close to half asleep, House felt a small thrill rush through him when Cuddy said in her roundabout way that she wanted him. They'd been together over a couple of months now, yet it still secretly thrilled him to know Cuddy found him desirable and wanted him. It was something he still hadn't quite gotten used to yet.

He groaned in protest when Cuddy climbed on top of him, though it wasn't at all a serious protest. In fact, a smug, pleased smile was starting to creep its way onto his lips. "You're so not," he retorted just as she leaned down to kiss him.

He made another protesting sound as she began peppering his face and neck with kisses, though the way he reached for her ass and gripped it while he shifted his hips up eagerly against her gave away what he really thought of this pleasant way of waking up. He liked it, a lot, when Cuddy showered this kind of affection on him. It was And being sleepy and relaxed was one of the best ways to enjoy it, because he was in no rush to do anything and it built a slow but steady burning arousal in him.

As Cuddy began travelling her mouth southwards, House released her ass and ran a hand up her back over the material of her nightgown. He squirmed slightly as he felt her tongue trace over the sensitive area by his ribs. "Hmmm," he said when she looked up at him. He reached up to her face and swept her hair back from her eyes. "Think I might revoke my withdraw complaint. I have a feeling I'm going to like whatever's on this morning's menu."

House's protest only made her smile more. His lips might say 'no' but his body language said something entirely different. He clearly enjoyed this kind of wake up call. Even if his response was a little slow as the last vestige of sleep surrendered its claim on his body.... Well, that was part of the attraction of morning sex. Being relaxed, taking their time: it was a different kind of sex than the almost frenzied passion they experienced at other times but it was just as good.

She let out a little huff of amusement when he rethought his protests. Not that she'd believed them for a moment. One advantage of being with someone as bluntly honest as House was that she was never in doubt about whether he liked something or not. If he didn't like a situation, he made his displeasure abundantly clear. It could be a little stressful, even painful at times for her but she had to admit that it was generally better to know than to blunder on because he was pretending to be happy.

"Well, if you ever want me to take breakfast in bed off the menu, just say so," she teased. She shifted back up and leaned down to engage him in a slow, deep kiss. As it tapered off, she placed light kisses at the corners of his mouth and along his lower lip. Then she captured his mouth for another long kiss, concentrating all her focus and all her desire in the joining of their mouths.

She finally broke away from the kiss and began to trail her mouth down his neck again. Her breathing had quickened and there was a definite flush to her skin but she was still feeling a relaxed kind of arousal. There was no hurry to get to the entree (as it were) and she was determined to make the most of the appetizers.

When she shifted down his body, though, her nightgown got bunched up under her. Since it was serving no useful purpose anymore she straightened up and pulled the gown over her head. She tossed it aside but kept her arms in the air and took a long stretch, arching her back. And yes, she was giving him an eyeful. Well, why not? He liked looking and she liked him looking--as long as it was at her.

As she lowered her arms, she ran her fingers over her breasts, lightly caressing them. "If you've got any further complaints or instructions, now might be the time to speak up." She grinned down at House. "Otherwise it's chef's choice."

"Does breakfast in bed always taste like morning breath?" he asked in between kisses.

Cuddy didn't have bad morning breath, probably because she was as anal about her dental hygiene as she was about everything else in her life. And while Cuddy was kissing him with all that passion and making it clear to him how much he turned her on, House wasn't going to complain - much. After all, even in the most pleasant of experiences, he still couldn't help slipping in a complaint somewhere.

He closed his eyes and let Cuddy take over his mouth, moulding his lips with hers each time their mouths suctioned together. He stroked his hands down her back and ran his fingers over her thighs, licking his lips when she finally moved her kisses elsewhere. He craned his neck to give her better access to it, making no effort to hide the obvious signs of his arousal growing right where she was sitting on him. Damn, there were plenty of times House liked to be the one bathing Cuddy's body in kisses, but this morning he was content to just lie back and enjoy being completely on the receiving end. Truth was he really, really liked it when Cuddy took charge. He liked being in charge, too, but there was just something incredibly erotic about a woman who knew what she liked and wasn't afraid to take the lead to get it.

By the time Cuddy pulled back, House's body felt warm and tingly and alive with arousal. Nothing too intense, but just enough to make House unable to shield his feelings for Cuddy and his desire for her even if he wanted to. His brows rose and he watched with transfixed appreciation as Cuddy stripped off her nightgown, then arched just so to give him an incredibly erotic view of her body. That same unguarded look of 'holy shit, you're so sexy' remained written on his face all the while as Cuddy teased him by teasing and caressing herself. He'd been half asleep a few minutes ago, but he was nothing short of wide awake now.

He propped an arm under his head again while reaching his other hand to Cuddy's hip. He rubbed it, his head cocked slightly to the side while he shamelessly trailed his eyes down her body. Hey, he liked to look. He loved looking at Cuddy, especially at all his favourite parts of her body. Like her breasts. And her stomach. And her thighs. All of her, really.

He ran his eyes back up her body and met her gaze. "So, what's first on the menu, then?" he asked, pulling his arm free from behind his head and reaching a hand up to run his palm over her belly and around her waist.

"Do you want me to stop to go brush my teeth?" Cuddy asked, arching her eyebrows at him. Okay, so there was one drawback to sleepy morning sex and that was morning breath. If it was bad enough to wilt plants within a five foot radius, then it was time for the toothbrush. Otherwise, she tended to accept it as part of the deal. After all, people smelled and sometimes some parts of them didn't smell sweet.

Cuddy's smile softened as House looked at her. Nothing made her feel sexier than to see that look on his face. It wasn't just lust. She saw love and desire and respect all mixed up. She didn't know a woman who didn't love being looked at in that way by the man she loved.

"Told you--it's chef's choice. And I choose to keep it a secret." She wiggled her ass a little, rubbing against his growing erection. That was just a teaser, though. She lifted to her knees and crawled backwards. She nudged at his legs until he spread them so she could settle between them.

It was like standing--kneeling--before a buffet. House was apparently giving her the lead and she was spoiled for choice. She stared at his body, a definite hunger in her gaze as she considered her options. She ran her fingers lightly up his thighs and along the crease of his groin as she thought. Well, why not treat herself to the sampler platter?

She gave him a coy smile as she reached for his hands. She held one palm to her lips, then kissed as far up his inner forearm as she could reach without losing her balance and falling forward. Then she raised his other hand and did the same on that side. She loved his hands. And his arms. Everything really, but there was something really sexy about his hands and arms and she took her time appreciating them.

She finally released his hands and leaned forward to kiss and lick along the bottom curve of his ribcage. Certain spots were obviously a little ticklish but she didn't take advantage of that knowledge. She wanted to show him how much she loved him, not torture him. Although.... A little fun wouldn't hurt.

She slid her mouth down to just above his bellybutton and blew a raspberry against his skin.

"That's not a menu item," House complained mildly.

He felt his groin tighten and his penis flex in arousal as Cuddy wiggled against him, and he watched as she got to her knees and started to crawl down his body. His first thought, while Cuddy urged him to spread his legs, was that she was going to give him a long, slow blowjob. He started to get himself more comfortable on the bed in anticipation of that, and found himself feeling strangely exposed as Cuddy merely stared down at his body.

He really wasn't used to anyone finding him or his body sexy or even remotely appealing. He almost didn't want to trust the desire in Cuddy's eyes, because surely she found things on his body undesirable, too. His body was aging and worn and, to him, felt disfigured. He just watched Cuddy curiously while she kissed his hands and up his arms. Even actions like that, simple kisses on the unassuming parts of his body, left him feeling oddly exposed. Though he'd been with Cuddy for a while now, he sometimes still found himself bemused and surprised that she felt the way she did about him. It was as though he'd shut himself off from this kind of affection and love for so long, he almost forgot what it felt like to be entitled to those things.

As Cuddy leaned down to continue laving attention on his chest, he settled a hand on the back of her head and stroked her hair, his other hand resting on her shoulder. He closed his eyes to concentrate on what she was doing as she descended further - then jolted in mild surprise let out a brief half-protesting, half-laughing groan when she blew a raspberry on his stomach.

"So, is this the menu, huh?" he said, giving Cuddy an amused smirk. "Raspberries for appetisers and cream pie as the final meal?" He smile broadened into something cheeky because he found his vulgarity amusing.

Cuddy laughed against his belly when he reacted to the raspberry. She liked being able to surprise him. Not just in bed but that was definitely fun--making him think she had one thing in mind and then doing something completely different. Her wish to surprise him was possibly partly related her fear of being boring but even with that insecurity she knew it was more than that. House seemed to enjoy her surprises, her playfulness and she genuinely enjoyed pleasing him.

"You're disgusting," she said mildly, glancing up at him. She dropped her head again and placed a kiss directly over the spot where she'd blown the raspberry. Then she made a circle of kisses around his navel while she ran her hands up and down his thighs and hips. She was taking her sweet time but she could feel his erection twitching against her cheek as she moved her mouth lower.

"So impatient," she murmured as she finally moved her hand to his groin. She wasn't sure if she meant him or his penis--the two didn't seem to always operate with the same agenda--but either way she didn't really mind his impatience. It would be hypocritical of her given that she had her own bouts of impatience.

She turned her head, trying to flip her hair out of her way. She grasped the base of his penis firmly, giving it a little squeeze as she angled her mouth toward the head. In keeping with the food metaphor of the morning, she decided to treat it like an ice cream cone. She made broad strokes of her tongue up the shaft, ending each stroke with a swirl around the head. Licking didn't strain her jaw the way sucking did--she could probably keep this up for a long time which should be good news for him...unless he got impatient.

She still had her hand wrapped around the base of his penis and she began to make a gentle pumping motion even as she continued to lick around the head. "You know, this reminds me of those old commercials about how many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop." She glanced up along his body, taking in his reaction. "Only in this case, it's how many licks does it take to get House off?"

"Can't be that disgusting," he observed as Cuddy went straight back to dropping kisses to his stomach. Obviously not disgusting enough to make her stop what she was doing. Wanting to watch her all the while she showered affection on him, House propped an arm back under his head again, his other hand caressing her shoulder encouragingly the lower she went.

Maybe he was impatient, but when Cuddy finally took his penis in her hand, he couldn't help shifting his hips eagerly as she lowered her mouth to him. He let out a pleasure-filled sigh and ran his tongue across his top lip, closing his eyes to concentrate on what she was doing. Her tongue wasn't enough to be remotely satisfying, though each time it touched over a particularly sensitive part of his erection, he couldn't help responding: a quietly hitched breath or a subtle flex of his feet.

He let his head arch back into the pillow, his mouth slack while Cuddy started stroking him as well as licking him. He was in a lazy enough mood that he could lie here for ages and let Cuddy build him up to a slow but intense orgasm, except there'd come a point where he'd want to reciprocate in some way.

"Keep licking and I'm pretty sure you'll find out," he replied. He moved his hand from her shoulder to her cheek and stroked it with the back of her fingers before lifting his head to look down at her. "The same question could be applied to you," he added with a suggestive raise of his brows.

Cuddy looked up at him as he stroked her cheek. She kept her hand working his penis, making long, firm strokes along the shaft as she crawled back up his body to kiss him.

"It could," she said, agreeing that the question went both ways. "Such an important question would require intense research. Multiple clinical trials." She leaned in again for another, longer kiss. "We'd need lots and lots of data. Just to be sure," she said, slightly more breathless. Then she dove in again, kissing him so deeply everything else faded away. All her senses seemed to focus on the heat of his mouth, the slide of his lips against hers, the slight roughness of his tongue as it tangled with her own.

She finally broke away from the kiss, definitely breathless and flushed now. She panted, her mouth slightly parted as she looked into his eyes but the affection and happiness in her eyes made it appear as if her whole face was smiling.

"Haven't finished gathering data on this question yet, though," she said, slipping back down his body. She settled between his legs again and lowered her head. She decided to step it up a notch, though, and took the head of his penis fully in her mouth. She continued with the licking, swirling her tongue around the head but now she'd added some actual suction to the equation. She bobbed her head up and down, taking as much of him in as she could.

She tried to prolong it as long as possible but there came a moment when she noticed the little jerks and twitches his body was making were getting a bit frantic. She lifted her head, giving the corner of her mouth a quick wipe against the back of her hand. "Do you want me to finish you off this way or did you have something else in mind for the main course?"

"Better get to it, then," House agreed, murmuring. "Otherwise..."

His words got cut off by Cuddy leaning down to kiss him again. It was one of those kisses that took his breath away, the kind of kiss that made his toes curl and his mind to go blank. He didn't even know where to put his hands for the first few moments, he was so caught up in the way Cuddy had managed to completely consume him. At last, he caught up with her, though, and he slid his hands onto her back and fed back into the kiss with equal passion. He arched his hips up against her, seeking to enter her because right now all he could think about was being as close to her as possible. He couldn't help letting out a quiet grunt of frustration when Cuddy pulled back.

Though, when she settled between his thighs to continue what she'd started, he reached his hands down to her head and caressed it encouragingly. He let out a quiet, slow, pleasure-filled groan when she drew him deep into her mouth and started applying suction to all the right places. She was doing it too slowly, too teasingly for it to be gratifying, though that made for wonderful build up of excitement. He arched his head back into the pillow, biting his bottom lip in between hitched breaths, getting so close to release, so close, if only Cuddy would just suck a little harder and a little faster--

He lifted his head from the pillow with a look of outrage when Cuddy suddenly pulled back. His face was flushed, his body felt hot and tingly, his hair a mess from the fact that he'd not long woken up and made even worse by the way he'd been arching back into the pillow. "Huh?" he exclaimed unintelligibly, his body and mind both so wracked with a deep need to come he could barely pull together coherent thought.

"God, you're unbelievably evil," he complained in a tight, breathless voice as he dropped his head back to the pillow. He couldn't even lie still, his body was right on the edge of need.

"That's not really an answer," Cuddy said. And it wasn't...except it was and she decided to take it as such. She'd considered moving up and taking him deep inside her, riding him until they both finished, but if he was that close then he probably wouldn't last long enough to satisfy her. Not that she was worried about it; she knew he'd make sure she got hers one way or another. And this way she got to fully enjoy the thrill of knowing she'd brought Gregory House to the point where he actually stopped thinking.

She lowered her head again and this time she'd didn't play around. She worked her tongue and lips over his penis, sucking hard. She enjoyed feeling and hearing his reactions. Knowing how excited he was and how good he felt only increased her own arousal. Maybe that made the whole experience just the tiniest bit selfish, but so what--mutual pleasure was sort of the point. Whatever the reason, she did her best to give him as much pleasure as possible.

As she'd suspected, he was already pretty close and it didn't take long to take him over the edge. She continued sucking, although more gently, until his orgasm seemed to easing off. She slipped her mouth off him, using her hand to lightly stroke his thigh and belly while his muscles relaxed. Then she looked around for a box of tissues to discreetly spit out a mouthful of semen.

Faintly disgusted when she didn't see anything useful close at hand, she crawled off the bed and headed for the bathroom. Maybe she should've made sure there were tissues handy before she started but then again, she hadn't exactly planned anything. Sex, and the form it took, had been a whim.

She rinsed her mouth out at the sink and headed back to the bedroom. She crawled across the bed and stretched out at his side, draping her leg over his as she pressed kisses to the side of his face. She wasn't sure he was even aware she'd been gone for that brief moment but now that she was back, she wanted his attention.

The small rest from what Cuddy had been doing meant that when she lowered her mouth onto him again, the sensation was that much more intense. He let out a quick breath and arched back into the pillow, both hands on her head while her lips and tongue moved up and down on his penis. He had to really restrain himself from thrusting; when he reached this point of arousal, thrusting became an automatic movement, and he didn't want to cause Cuddy to choke. His breathing grew deeper and faster, his body rigid and restless as he hit that point just before orgasm where it was so pleasurable it was almost painful.

"Oh," he suddenly breathed in a helpless voice, and his whole body convulsed while he tipped over the edge. It didn't matter how gently Cuddy was now sucking him, the slightest movement over his penis was close to unbearable. But damn, as he relaxed from orgasm, a warm, relaxing glow settled over him, making every muscle in his body limp with aftershocks of pleasure. When she pulled off, he let out a satisfied groan and lifted a hand to his face and covered his eyes as though he almost couldn't believe how good that had felt. He was vaguely aware of Cuddy leaving the room, but he was too caught up in post-orgasmic bliss to even care.

Even when she returned to his side, he was still basking in pleasure. Though, as her kisses to his face and her hands on him grew more insistent for attention, he turned his head and looked at her with a thoroughly sated smile. He shifted onto his side to face her and drew her leg further over his hip while he leaned in for a slow kiss. He broke away from her lips a moment later and began pressing kisses down her throat. For a little while, he did nothing but keep his kisses and touches above her shoulders, ignoring any way she might have arched in towards him to hint towards all the places she wanted him to touch her.

At last, he gave a little mercy, though. Cupping her breast, he dropped his kisses from her neck down to her nipple and teased it in all the ways he knew she liked it. At the same time, he slid his hand down her leg and pushed it up from his hip so her thighs were spread... though he didn't touch her anywhere near where she wanted it most. Instead, he just caressed the soft skin on her inner thigh, drawing his fingers up near her groin but running them back down her leg again just when it seemed like he was about to start exploring her.

He pulled away from her nipple with a final, firm suck and lifted his face back up to hers. He smirked when he saw just how flushed she was. "Is it just my imagination, or are you a little frustrated?" he taunted.

It was sort of a win-lose situation for Cuddy. On the one hand, she was always delighted when her attentions left House pretty much useless for anything other than lying limp on the bed. On the other, she was just a tad eager to get a little of that post-orgasmic bliss for herself.

Still, the kissing was good, and it got better as he gathered his wits and became more responsive. She let out a pleased little hum when he finally turned to face her. Although the interruption caused by her trip to the bathroom had sort of set her libido to idle, it didn't take much to kick it into gear again. By the time he moved his mouth to her breast, she was arching her back and trying to get more contact. She had one hand firmly on his head, keeping his mouth busy with her breast but she didn't have much luck getting friction in other areas.

"Come on," she murmured. She hitched her leg higher in what was basically an open invitation, one he was refusing for the moment. The movement of his fingers over her thigh was maddening. Between that and the way his mouth teased her nipple...well, if he still had an erection she probably would push him to his back and climb on. Since he didn't, she had to wait for him to make a move. Or maybe not....

"Just a wee bit," she retorted. Her cheeks felt hot, flushed with blood, and that certainly wasn't the only part of her body feeling the heat. She didn't need an orgasm right now but she needed...wanted...no, needed more than what he was giving her. She reached down and laid her hand over his, slowly urging it to move higher.

"Need me to draw you a map?" she asked, her voice slightly hoarse from arousal.

"I'm pretty sure I can navigate on my own just fine," he replied teasingly.

He got the hint what Cuddy wanted him to do, but even then he was slow to comply. He kept moving his hand up her thigh like she urged - but at the last minute he slipped his hand free of hers and ran his palm back down her thigh. He kissed her mouth, then her chin, but as he met her mouth again he travelled his hand back up her thigh and slid his finger over her clit. He could tell she was well aroused from how wet and swollen she was, and as he started to rub and tease her in slow, soft circles, he coaxed her into a deep, probing kiss. Not that he do a whole lot of coaxing - he knew Cuddy well enough intimately now, and he knew when she was she was sexually excited by the way she responded to him, her breathing and the way she clutched at him.

Breaking away from the kiss, he lowered his head and claimed her nipple between his lips and teased it while he kept softly stroking and touching her between her legs. Being his own need had been taken care of, he had no pressing desire to get gratification. He therefore was able to take his sweet time paying attention to Cuddy the same way she'd paid attention to him.

Shifting down the bed so he was eye level with her breasts, he urged her to hitch her leg up over him and he rubbed her clit with all his fingers, letting her rock against his hand while he attacked her nipples with licks and sucks and gentle bites. Then, once he could tell she was getting frustrated and wanted more, he urged her onto her back and he followed, climbing on top and dropping kisses down her belly.

He kissed down over her hip, across her lower stomach to her other hip, then across the inside of her thigh as he pushed it aside. He rubbed his bristles across her skin, moved across to her other thigh once her legs were spread wide and ran his tongue and lips and bristles over that, building up as much anticipation as possible. At long last, he finally turned his attention down to where Cuddy wanted it most - but only for a brief second. He licked over her clit with one, light stroke before he was back to laving kisses to her inner thigh again.

He ended up trailing kisses down her leg before anything else. Down to her knee and even down to her calf, moving across to the other leg to do the exact same, because he loved her legs, just like he loved everything else on her body. Finally, though, he moved back up and settled himself between her thighs. After a few more gentle, teasing kisses to her legs, he turned his attention to her clit once again and this time he didn't play around - much.

He licked softly first, spreading her labia to circle his tongue all around. In some spots, he focused his tongue in small, quick flicks, and in other spots he applied his tongue in broad, soft strokes. As Cuddy grew more excited, he sucked at her clit in between licks, burrowing his face right in to work Cuddy to a point of excitement where she almost seemed ready to come, only to back off and leave her hanging before she could ever reach any kind of completion.

"Don't know about you," he said tauntingly, lifting off from her again just as she started arching her hips up while he'd been lashing his tongue against her clit, "but I think I've lost count how many licks it takes to get a Cuddy off."

Once House rolled her onto her back, Cuddy hoped he was ready to get down to business. She should've known better--she did know better--she still hoped she was wrong. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy the way he made love to her entire body because she did. There was something incredibly sexy, even romantic, about the way he caressed her legs. But she'd been aroused the entire time she'd been giving him the blowjob so it felt like she was having to wait twice as long as necessary.

She bit her lower lip, arching her head back against the pillow when he finally did settle down to business. The feel of his tongue against those delicate, sensitive tissues.... God, it should be illegal how incredible that felt. She let out a strangled gasp every time he flicked his tongue over an especially sensitive spot, and almost every breath she released was a low moan as he took her to the edge of orgasm again and again.

She had her hand on his head, stroking through his hair, encouraging him every time he brought her close. And she gave his hair a frustrated tug when he stopped. "It's about one lick too many right now," she shot back, lifting her head to glare at him. She let her head plop back on the pillow with a grunt. House had already been satisfied; she knew he could drag this on for hours if he so chose.

She closed her eyes and tried to relax enough to allow him to control the pace. Everything he was doing felt amazing and she knew orgasm would come. She would come. She couldn't control the way her body felt--didn't want to--but she tried to calm her mind as he lowered his head between her legs again.

She lifted her free hand to her breast, rolling the hard nipple between her fingers as she tried to distract herself. She thought about the fact that it was a beautiful morning. That she was on a Greek island. That she was sprawled naked on a bed, a cool sea breeze caressing her flushed and heated skin. She thought about the fact that he had his face buried between her thighs and his tongue was obviously longer and more muscular than it had any right being.

"God," she gasped, jerking her hips as his tongue probed the entrance to her vagina. Okay, she'd picked a poor train of thought to follow if she wanted a distraction. Or maybe distraction was impossible when her entire body was on the verge of exploding.

"Greg...please...."

House just grinned smugly while Cuddy glared at him. And without hesitation or needing to be prompted, he lowered his mouth right back down to her.

He still wasn't very merciful, though. He was loving those little gasps and groans she was giving, how she was making no effort to hide how aroused she was, the way she was rolling her hips up each time he found a particularly sensitive spot. Didn't matter how he and Cuddy made love, whether it was intercourse or orally, he simply loved making love with her. As he massaged his tongue slowly but firmly over her clit, he glanced up with his eyes and saw the way she was caressing her breast and the way her body was arching with pleasure.

He reached a hand up and slid it over her other breast, squeezing it and rubbing his thumb over her nipple. Then as he slid his tongue down and licked at her entrance, the way she responded sparked a kind of after burn arousal in him. He lowered his hand back down to her leg and gripped both thighs in his hand. Pushing her legs open wider, he started to rhythmically thrust his tongue in and out of her, interrupting it every few seconds to lash his tongue up over her clit. This time as she neared orgasm, he didn't stop. He nuzzled his face right in, thrusting his tongue into her vagina and licking and sucking at her clit until he finally settled on just focusing his tongue on her vagina, humming low in the back of his throat all the while. He gripped her thighs tighter as she started to climax, not stopping his assault until he could tell it was too much for her.

He rested his cheek against her thigh, his chin and mouth sticky with her fluids, while she relaxed from her orgasm. His jaw ached and his tongue felt tired. He ran his hand up and down her other thigh soothingly, turning his head up to looking up along her body. He could see her chest rising and falling fast and could tell the aftershocks of her orgasm were still rippling through her with the way she was still moving about a little restlessly.

He turned his head in to her thigh and kisses it tenderly, then kissed it again, and ended up trailing soft, biting kisses up along her leg. His kisses started branching out to her hips and her lower belly, caressing her thighs with his hands all the while. In between the kisses he was showering onto her, he experimentally placed a few gentle licks to her sensitive clit, pulling away each time it seemed to be too much. But soon, his mouth was back on her because he knew women were capable of multiple orgasms and he wondered if he could bring Cuddy to pleasure more than once.

It was a good thing House didn't make her plead any further. Even if she could've drawn in enough air to speak, she'd be hard pressed to summon up the mental ability to string two words together. Instead, she closed her eyes, let her higher mental functions go off line and focused purely on the sensations flooding her body.

After going to the edge so many times without release, the orgasm took her almost by surprise. One minute she was moaning and thrusting her pelvis against the actions of House's tongue, and the next second her moans were choked off into hitched breaths. Her body convulsed with pleasure so intense it was a wonder she didn't pass out.

As the orgasm began to ebb, her body was left trembling in the aftermath. She was aware, barely, of House kissing and stroking her and his gentle touches seemed to both prolong the pleasure and to ease her body back into a normal, functioning state. Although, every time he drew his tongue along her clit, her hips jerked. For the first few moments after orgasm she was just too sensitive--too much stimulation to her clit then threatened to cross over that pleasure/pain line.

A moment later, though, she let out a ragged moan when he began working her clit more thoroughly. Once she got past that initial phase of hypersensitivity everything was primed and ready to go. She reached down, cupping the back of his head with her hand, and encouraged him to continue. She certainly wasn't going to turn down the chance at a second orgasm.

"Fingers," she mumbled after a few minutes. That was about as coherent as she could get with the pleasure already building to a peak. Fortunately he didn't need any more direction than that. He slid two fingers deep inside and began stroking over her g-spot. The dual stimulation--inside and out--was all it took.

The second orgasm wasn't as intense as the first. It couldn't be. Her body tensed, her vaginal walls contracted around his fingers, and her toes flexed uncontrollably but instead of an overwhelming sensory overload, this time was more of a gentle wave of heat surging out through her body. It felt amazing and as it faded, she sagged back against the mattress.

"C'mere," she murmured, brushing her hand against his cheek. She didn't want to move a muscle. She simply wanted to lie there and bask in that incredible feeling. But she wanted to bask with House pressed against the full length of her body, wrapped up in her arms and legs.

By the time Cuddy reached second climax, House was well and truly tired out. His tongue had gotten a workout unlike any other in quite a while, and his jaw and neck ached from having being locked in the same position for so long. Not to mention he was sticky from Cuddy's fluids. Female orgasms had their way of being just as messy as male ones, though he had a theory about oral sex: if his chin and the area around his mouth weren't covered in stickiness by the time he brought a woman to orgasm, then he hadn't been doing it well enough. If the state he was in right now was anything to go by, he'd done more than well enough here.

Withdrawing his fingers from Cuddy, he looked around for something to wipe his hand and face on. "Someone call the Ghostbusters - I've been slimed." Deciding he couldn't find anything suitable to wipe his face and hand on, he patted Cuddy's thigh and added, "Be right back," before he scooted off the bed and limped out to the bathroom.

A few minutes later, after having used the toilet as well as washing his hands and rinsing his face off, he returned to the bedroom and got back on the bed, crawling over Cuddy and he settled on top of her. While she wrapped her arms and legs around him, he kissed her lips softly and slowly, followed by pressing a few tender kisses to her cheek, then pulled back just enough so he could look down at her.

"You should wake me up like that more often," he said, his eyes bright with contentment and affection for Cuddy and his lips upturned in a lazy smile.

Cuddy wrinkled her nose at House's slime comment but she couldn't be bothered to react beyond that. In fact, she merely sprawled out on the bed when he went to the bathroom, stretching her arms and legs and luxuriating in the feeling of being, at least for the moment, completely satisfied and completely happy.

When he crawled back across the bed to her, she hooked one of her legs around his. She settled one hand at his lower back, lightly rubbing his skin, and brought the other up to his cheek as they kissed.

"Like what?" she asked, pretending not to understand. Then she smiled up at him. "Oh, you'd get tired of sex every morning. You'd be running to Wilson every day at work, complaining about how it's always sex-sex-sex. Every damn morning. Why can't she wake me up with a glass of ice water to the face once in a while."

She let out a throaty chuckle then and tilted her chin up for another lazy kiss. Even if it were possible to get tired of good sex, she knew he'd never ask for an ice water wake up call. He'd have to be an idiot to do that and while House was many things, idiot wasn't one of them.

She hitched her leg up a little more against his hip and let out a contented sigh. She was glad she'd given into her impulse and woken him because it didn't get much better than this. The sex was a good idea, obviously, but being able to laze around in bed, relaxed and happy, feeling like she didn't have a care in the world--it was the kind of feeling she didn't get to experience very often.

"I suppose--if you really think you can handle it-- I can manage this type of wake-up call again. Every once in a while," she teased. She slipped her hand along his cheek until she could rub her thumb over his lower lip. Then she guided his mouth to hers and made a slow and thorough exploration of his mouth before releasing him. "After all, we haven't answered the question of how many licks it takes."

"Yeah, I can see myself getting the sympathy vote right there," House replied dryly.

Wilson had a lot of things for House, and House knew it, but sympathy generally wasn't one of them. And thank god for that because House hated to be pitied. He highly doubted Wilson would take any pity on him, however, if House complained about getting too much sex. In fact, he could just picture Wilson's reaction to something like that. Hands on his hips, chin held high and his face a deadpan expression while he delivered a sarcastic zinger about how amazed he was House hadn't gotten a glass of ice water in the face yet.

House snorted at that thought while Cuddy chuckled, then closed his eyes once they fell back into another slow kiss. He was pretty sure he could lounge around in bed with Cuddy and do this all day. That was how he felt right now, anyway. House wasn't typically one for seeing the sunny side to many days, but with Cuddy underneath him like this after good sex, the sea breeze blowing in through the window and the sound of the ocean in the distance, it really couldn't get much better than this.

"Every once in a while," House echoed agreement in mock sympathy, because poor Cuddy, having to manage this kind of wake up call again. He smirking while he teased her, though. He smirked through the next long, lazy kiss, too, sucking at her lower lip and toying his tongue with hers. At last when the kiss ended, he propped himself up on his forearms so he could look down at her.

"Hmm," he mused. "Something tells me that's always going to be inconclusive data, given the variable of licking application and the varying degrees of orgasm intensity." He shrugged, smirking again. "Not that I mind. I'm all for disproving the inconclusiveness of data. And what's the best way to disprove inconclusiveness? By running as many tests on it as possible."

He dropped another few lazy kisses to Cuddy's mouth before moving his kisses along to her cheek. Now that he was awake and sated and in a very good mood, he was also feeling playful. He nuzzled his face against hers, nipping at her cheek and her earlobes, then dragged his face down to her throat and started attacking it with teasing kisses and ticklish licks of his tongue. Locating a particularly ticklish spot on her neck, he focused on it mercilessly, determined to either get a shriek or an uncontrollable laugh out of Cuddy.

"Yes, well, it seems reasonable that there could be variables which would affect the data," Cuddy said. She tilted her head back to allow House access but she continued talking. She was determined to appear as though he wasn't getting to her even though she kind of enjoyed the way he was attacking her neck.

"For example: does it take more licks in the morning or at night?" She squirmed a little as he licked at the base of her throat. A little squirming was all she could do since his full weight was pressing down on her. She wasn't going to complain about that, though. Not yet anyway. She loved the feel of his body against hers almost anytime but she definitely loved it right now. She'd recovered from the more extreme effects of the orgasm but her body still had a warm, lazy feeling and having House with her being warm and lazy himself was a pretty damn good feeling.

"Or," she added. "Maybe temperature plays a role. Or the phase of the moon." She was just being silly, of course, but it was a good morning to be silly. That was one of the things he gave her, the opportunity, the encouragement to lighten up a bit. Certainly she thought he was too casual about a lot of things but she did love a man who was playful in bed.

"Argh!" Her voice came out somewhere between a growl and a yelp as he fastened onto a ticklish spot. That very spot could be very erotic but right now he was simply out for torture. "Stop stop stop," she laughed, cringing away from the stimulation. She slid the hand on his back a little lower and gave him a light slap on the ass. When he didn't relent, she gave him another, slightly harder smack.

"I'm warning you," she said, still trying to wiggle away from him. "Stop, or it's war."

House was too busy having fun with her neck to answer any of her suggestions. And when he succeeded in getting a yelp out of her, that only further encouraged him to see what other reactions he could get out of her. Using his mouth and his tongue and bristles to assault her throat, he found himself smiling at the way Cuddy was struggling against him and slapping his ass, especially when she laughed.

"No," he replied, though his response was muffled into her neck. As she started trying to wriggle free, House moved a hand down in blind search of hers and wrestled playfully until he had her wrist pinned up onto the pillow. Even he started laughing as he attempted wrestling with her other hand and soon it had stopped being a ticklefest and more of a wrestle fest.

Fighting with Cuddy's other hand, House pulled back to look down at her, grinning and he let out a protesting laugh as he found himself rolling onto his side. He didn't give up wrestling, though. His good leg was tangled with Cuddy's, his fingers locked with hers and he tried overpowering her again by digging his face into her neck to assault it. A couple of times he succeeded, but when he finally wound up on his back with Cuddy on top he knew he'd lost.

Not that he minded, and not that that stopped him. He laughed cheekily while still wrestling with Cuddy's hands in his. He managed to crane his neck forward a couple of times to administer playful bites to her belly and nuzzle into her breasts, but that was about the extent of victory he could get while on his back. This was one of the many things he loved about Cuddy - as much as she had the ability to drive him insane, she also had the ability to be an incredibly fun person to be with. Times like this were some of the most fun times he'd had with anyone in a very long time.

"Very girly war," he taunted with the way she was arm wrestling with him.

It was frustrating. Cuddy was a fit woman, athletic, in good health, but she didn't have a chance against House. He had mass and leverage on his side, even accounting for the bad leg. The only way she could win a physical battle was to cheat. Fortunately, she wasn't above cheating. She hadn't grown up with two brothers without learning to fight dirty.

She took whatever advantages she could, using her knees, feet, anything to mess up his game plan. Eventually she managed to get the upper hand, so to speak, but even with her weight settled firmly on his lower abdomen and hips, she knew it wouldn't take much to throw her off.

"Oh, please--you couldn't handle a real girly war. It's vicious." By then her skin was flushed from the exertion of wrestling with him. And some areas of skin were a brighter red where his stubble had abraded the surface. She worked to push his arms down and to the side where he'd have less leverage to fight her. Then she leaned forward and rubbed her breasts over his face. She didn't give him time to have any fun with them; it was merely a tease.

"Behave," she admonished. She shifted position just enough to bring her mouth in line with his and she ran her tongue over his lower lip before sucking at it. Once she had him distracted just enough, she gave a sharp jerk of her hand and pulled it free of his grip. She promptly went for a spot on his side, just below his arm, where she knew he was ticklish.

"Who's being girly now?" she asked when he reacted to the sudden attack.

"The real girly wars are just voyeuristic material for us guys," House said. Like women wrestling in mud with skimpy t-shirts on. And other such wars that involved women fighting in skimpy clothes. Okay, maybe they weren't real wars, but those were the sorts of girly wars House had in mind.

Not that he had much time to entertain those thoughts. He was taken a bit by surprise when his face was suddenly smothered by Cuddy's breasts, but just as he was thinking she should put her breasts to awesome use like that more often, she'd pulled back and started kissing him.

"And if I don't?" he asked against her lips. He knew not to trust Cuddy in the middle of a wrestling fight when she started being sweet and tender. He knew that spelled trouble if he let his guard down, especially while his arms were pinned down. Except that teasing, playful way she was kissing him was pretty distracting. Too distracting for his own good.

"Ahh!" House exclaimed the moment Cuddy attacked a spot on his body that was ticklish. He automatically jerked away from the touch and squirmed with a helpless gasping laugh. God damn her for knowing his weak spots.

"You're an evil - ah! - temptress," he complained in between laughs while trying to wrestle her hand away from him. He finally managed to grab her wrist in his hand after being attacked a few more times, though was immediately victim to her other hand. Eventually, he had both Cuddy's hands clutched in his, and he stretched his arms up and back to make her overbalance and flop forward on him.

Now he was nose to nose with her. "Don't think I go down without a fight," he said, a little breathless. He stared into her eyes and just lay completely still, deliberately building up anticipation for what he might do next. Then, without warning, he suddenly let her wrists go and dashed his hands down to her sides. He groped at them in an attack of vicious tickling, which was enough to throw Cuddy off balance. Before she could get away, though, he wrapped an arm around her tightly and pinned her to him, his other hand roaming all over her torso to find the tickliest spot she had. And when he finally located it, he attacked it without mercy.

Somewhere amongst all the silliness and the noise of them wrestling, House captured Cuddy's mouth with his and the tickling quickly became diverted to a long, passionate kiss. He moved a hand up to her face and cupped the side of it, twining his tongue with hers while their lips slid over each other. By the time the kiss ended, House was a little breathless again, from both the kiss and from the exertion of fooling around with Cuddy.

"You're incredibly sexy when you're having fun," he said with a grin, finding her hand and entwining their fingers together.

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