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Nothing Sacred (House/Cuddy, NC-17)
title: Nothing Sacred
pairing: House/Cuddy
words: 2,500
rating: nc-17
notes: Written for the multifandom porn battle, except I went way over the character limit, haha. Prompt was tell.
summary: "Tell me your biggest secret."
"Tell me your biggest secret."
Cuddy turned her head on the pillow to look over her shoulder at House, even though she couldn't really see him properly through the darkness. She didn't have to be able to see his face. He was right there, spooned up firm and warm behind her with his arm draped over her middle, and she could just tell from the tone of his voice that he was smirking. "As if I would trust you with that sort of information," she retorted. She settled her head back to the pillow again. "And as if you haven't already dug up all the dirt you could possibly find on me, anyway."
"Discovering is nowhere near as fun as telling."
House's breath was warm against the back of her neck, his bristles scratching against her shoulder as he talked. She toyed her foot snuggly in between his to warm them up and tugged his arm tighter around her. Damn, if there wasn't anything better than having a big, sexy, obnoxious man to snuggle with on a cold winter's night. Even if he was being obnoxious. "Is that so?" she replied lazily.
"Oh, yeah."
She turned her head to look at him again. "Pity I'm not going to tell you, then."
Cuddy could practically hear the cogs in House's brain turning, itching to know exactly what she wasn't going to tell him. Which truthfully wasn't much. Being in a relationship with House for close to six months pretty much guaranteed that nothing remained sacred. "Not even your naughty secrets?" he asked.
"Especially not my naughty secrets."
"Hmm," House mused, and Cuddy felt his broad hand running down over her belly, over the smooth satin material of her negligee. "Means I might have to discover those naughty secrets, then."
"There are some things you'll never discover about me, House," Cuddy asserted, but even as she said that she felt her body respond to the way he kept travelling his hand southwards, right down to the top of her thigh.
"Such as what?" he countered, his voice low and smooth, sending a thrill right through the core of her bones. He kissed her shoulder, a light scrape of his stubble and warm, dry lips on her skin. "That you like it when I kiss the back of your neck? Or the way your breath goes all shaky when I bite your nipples with my teeth?"
"Not going to work, House," Cuddy said firmly. The way she parted her thighs as he slipped his fingers up her negligee belied her, though. And the way she slid her hand down to join his, lacing their fingers together while she drew his palm across her pubic mound told House everything he needed to know. Not that he was able to hide much himself. She felt him shift closer behind her, his erection evident against her ass. Maybe it was just the combination of his body heat with hers trapped underneath the thick comforter, but she suddenly felt a little hotter, a little feverish as House began nuzzling kisses right on the back of her neck, a surefire weak spot for her.
"You sure about that?" he murmured.
Cuddy let his hand go to roam where it pleased, and slipped her own hand behind her to his hip. She ran the heel of her hand down his thigh, back up, curved her hand over more to grip his ass and encouraged him to shift just that bit closer. "Positive," she answered, a small smile forming on her lips as House gripped the inside her thigh and urged her to spread her legs.
His body surged eagerly against hers, a thigh slipping between hers from behind, and she moved with him like they were dancing a slow, seductive dance, pulling her arm up from under the covers to reach up behind his neck. She threaded her fingers through his hair, tipping her head back with her mouth slack while he pressed hot kisses to the side of her throat. "Somehow," House muttered, snaking his hand up under her negligee to palm her breast, "I get the impression you're lying."
Cuddy just laughed, then cut off with a quiet intake of air as he thumbed her nipple. She curled her fingers into his hair, felt her nipples swirl and tighten under his touch, thinking to herself how lucky she was to have this. Lucky because House was everything she needed without being everything she wanted. Lucky because, volatile though their relationship could be, it really didn't get any better than this. She loved being the focus of his passion, of his attention, of his hands and his mouth and his body heat, loved how honest he was when he was like this.
"Greg," she sighed softly, because this was the one time he truly was Greg to her. When he was being open, honest, vulnerable to her.
"Mmm?" he breathed by her ear.
Cuddy gasped quietly as he pinched her nipple, then wiggled out of his grasp to roll over. She pushed him with her, a hand flat on his chest while she climbed onto him, knees either side of his hips and the bed covers bunched down over his thighs. The air was chilly and her nipples tightened even more in response, though she was so flushed all over with arousal that she hardly noticed. She lifted a hand and tucked her hair behind her ear as she looked down at him, just able to make out his face, his eyes. She could feel his gaze on her even through the darkness. "So, why don't you tell me one of your biggest secrets?" she taunted, stroking a hand down his chest.
"Because that wouldn't be fair," he replied. "You didn't tell me yours."
Cuddy smiled. She rubbed her palm over his pectorals and the fine spray of chest hair between them, then down to his stomach. "You never play fair. Why should I ever do the same for you?"
"Because you can't resist me."
"Oh," Cuddy scoffed with a roll of her eyes. "You don't know me very well at all, then."
House spread his hands onto her thighs, fingers splayed, and Cuddy couldn't help pushing her legs apart a little further in response. "I do," he countered.
"Do not."
His hands came to a stop just underneath where her negligee was bunched around her hips. She felt his penis flex and tighten beneath her and she rolled her hips just so. "Do," he replied with a tightness to his voice that made Cuddy smile in triumph.
Leaning over him, a hand holding her hair back from her face again, she whispered with her lips just inches from his, "Do not."
Before he could even argue, she closed her mouth over his; a hungry, needy kiss. House sucked her lips and she tasted his tongue, her skin hot and flushed by the time she came back up for air. Letting her hair fall down around their faces, Cuddy cupped the side of his head and hunched over him, rolling her hips so his penis slid with slow ease between her labia while she devoured him in another kiss. The left strap of her negligee fell off her shoulder and her breast spilled just over the top. She ended the kiss again and arched her chest towards House, supporting his head with her hand as he lifted it from the pillow and she guided his mouth to her nipple.
"Oh, yes," she breathed softly, gazing down at him. She bit her lower lip, then let her mouth fall slack as he bit her nipple, just enough to send a searing ache through her body right down to her groin. His hands were everywhere, running over her skin, her legs, touching her in all the gentle ways she loved and not for the first time she found herself thinking how much of a contradiction he was. How hard and fierce and relentless he was in every other aspect of his life except this. This wasn't House. This was Greg. She felt lucky to be one of the only women to have ever had this side of him all to herself.
"What was it I said about you not resisting me?" he taunted when he pulled away from her breast with a soft sucking sound.
Rudely pulled out of her thoughts, Cuddy looked down sharply at him. "You said nothing of the sort," she retorted, eager to have his mouth return to work.
"I think I did."
"Enough talking," she demanded. "Or I will resist you."
"Evil," House complained, but then he complied and Cuddy let out a low, wanton gasp as he took her nipple between his teeth. She rolled her hips a little harder, a little firmer, sliding her wetness and her swollen labia over his shaft with all the eagerness of wanting him inside her now. Except she made herself wait, just a bit longer, just long enough to lift his mouth back to hers and kiss him with a fierceness that she knew took his breath away. She couldn't help it. Call her stupid, call her a dumb romantic - she knew House would - but times like these were the times she wanted so badly to take care of him, consume him in all the ways he left her consumed. She held his face in her hand and thrust her tongue in deep, her eyes closed, breathing in every breath House breathed out, moving and panting with him with a need that was going to need satisfying and fast, until he ended the kiss with a sharp intake of air.
"Lise," he urged quietly, sweeping her hair from her face.
It was the only cue she needed. She wordlessly lifted off him just enough to reach for his penis and let out a quiet, "oh" as he filled her, hard and thick and perfect. She gave a few experimental rolls of her hips to make sure he was snugly inside, then squeezed her muscles around him and began to move. Sliding up and down on him, her hands on his chest, her shoulders hunched and her breasts spilled out over the top of her negligee. His hands were everywhere again, holding her and touching her, caressing her with that same gentleness that she wished she could capture and keep close to her during the times she needed it most. Her breaths came in faster, hitched gasps, his penis hitting that spot inside her that made her want to drive harder, faster. She reached her hands behind her so they were resting on his thighs, and slid up and down his penis in long, firm strokes. The room became filled with nothing but the slick sounds of their bodies moving together, their breathing, her soft moans, his occasional quiet grunt. He held onto her hips as she moved on him with hungrier, greedier thrusts, greedy for orgasm while her blood pressure spiked and her senses became overwhelmed with Greg.
"Oh... yes," she gasped. "Yeah... yes." She suddenly threw herself forward as her body clenched up, gripping a hand onto the headboard tightly while she shook with release. All the while that House moved in and out of her, she couldn't do anything except call out in a high, helpless voice until she was nothing more than sweat and raw tingling nerves. She relaxed, letting her hand drop from the headboard to cup the side of House's face, and she hunched over him again to kiss him. Her lips slid over his clumsily, smiling when he muttered her name against her mouth in a scratchy voice. She rested her forehead to his, trying to watch his eyes through the darkness as he clung to her.
"Come on," she encouraged in a soft voice, her smile broadening as she felt his hands grip frantically onto her hips. She stilled herself, letting him thrust into her as hard and deep as he needed, cradling his head against her chest when he lifted from the pillow and started to come. She felt his breath hot and ragged on her skin, filled with a deep thrill at the way his orgasm shook him and left him completely at her mercy. As he relaxed, she tipped his head back and kissed him again, slow and deep and possessive.
"So, did you discover anything new?" she asked teasingly as he fell back to the pillow. "Any secrets I should know about?"
She heard him draw in a deep breath and then let it out slowly. "That you can't resist me."
Cuddy chuckled. "How is that a secret?"
"Ah ha," House announced, his voice slurred with post-coital laziness. "At last the truth comes out."
"The truth about me not being able to resist you?" Cuddy scoffed and pressed a kiss to his chin. "It's a well known fact I have way better self-control than you. I just choose not to exert that when it suits me."
"You should choose not to exert it when it suits me, too," House agreed.
She pressed another kiss to his chin, then to the corner of his mouth. "But then you'd be getting your own way more times than you deserve. And I can't have that."
Cuddy pushed off him after adjusting her negligee back into place, his penis slipping out of her, and she collapsed to his side with a content sigh. Her thigh muscles ached. Her body was still buzzing and reverberating with the aftershocks of orgasm. She felt messy and sweaty and sated, and she wouldn't have traded that feeling for the world. This was definitely the best way to keep warm in winter. Especially, she decided as House rolled onto his side and tucked up behind her, like this: his big, long body enveloping her small frame in a way that made her think how much she belonged right here with him. She reached for his arm once he tugged the bed covers up over them, and cuddled it over her tightly, smiling as House placed a lingering kiss just beside the nape of her neck. Yep, this was definitely where she belonged.
"Love you," she said, twining her fingers with his and cradling his hand close to her chest.
"That's hardly a secret," House complained with playful indignation.
"I know," she shot back just as playfully. "Nothing's sacred with you."
"Nothing's sacred with you, either," he retorted, but Cuddy could hear the affection in his voice.
She just smiled again and closed her eyes, settling down to sleep. "I'm glad," she replied.
pairing: House/Cuddy
words: 2,500
rating: nc-17
notes: Written for the multifandom porn battle, except I went way over the character limit, haha. Prompt was tell.
summary: "Tell me your biggest secret."
Nothing Sacred
by Ticcy
by Ticcy
"Tell me your biggest secret."
Cuddy turned her head on the pillow to look over her shoulder at House, even though she couldn't really see him properly through the darkness. She didn't have to be able to see his face. He was right there, spooned up firm and warm behind her with his arm draped over her middle, and she could just tell from the tone of his voice that he was smirking. "As if I would trust you with that sort of information," she retorted. She settled her head back to the pillow again. "And as if you haven't already dug up all the dirt you could possibly find on me, anyway."
"Discovering is nowhere near as fun as telling."
House's breath was warm against the back of her neck, his bristles scratching against her shoulder as he talked. She toyed her foot snuggly in between his to warm them up and tugged his arm tighter around her. Damn, if there wasn't anything better than having a big, sexy, obnoxious man to snuggle with on a cold winter's night. Even if he was being obnoxious. "Is that so?" she replied lazily.
"Oh, yeah."
She turned her head to look at him again. "Pity I'm not going to tell you, then."
Cuddy could practically hear the cogs in House's brain turning, itching to know exactly what she wasn't going to tell him. Which truthfully wasn't much. Being in a relationship with House for close to six months pretty much guaranteed that nothing remained sacred. "Not even your naughty secrets?" he asked.
"Especially not my naughty secrets."
"Hmm," House mused, and Cuddy felt his broad hand running down over her belly, over the smooth satin material of her negligee. "Means I might have to discover those naughty secrets, then."
"There are some things you'll never discover about me, House," Cuddy asserted, but even as she said that she felt her body respond to the way he kept travelling his hand southwards, right down to the top of her thigh.
"Such as what?" he countered, his voice low and smooth, sending a thrill right through the core of her bones. He kissed her shoulder, a light scrape of his stubble and warm, dry lips on her skin. "That you like it when I kiss the back of your neck? Or the way your breath goes all shaky when I bite your nipples with my teeth?"
"Not going to work, House," Cuddy said firmly. The way she parted her thighs as he slipped his fingers up her negligee belied her, though. And the way she slid her hand down to join his, lacing their fingers together while she drew his palm across her pubic mound told House everything he needed to know. Not that he was able to hide much himself. She felt him shift closer behind her, his erection evident against her ass. Maybe it was just the combination of his body heat with hers trapped underneath the thick comforter, but she suddenly felt a little hotter, a little feverish as House began nuzzling kisses right on the back of her neck, a surefire weak spot for her.
"You sure about that?" he murmured.
Cuddy let his hand go to roam where it pleased, and slipped her own hand behind her to his hip. She ran the heel of her hand down his thigh, back up, curved her hand over more to grip his ass and encouraged him to shift just that bit closer. "Positive," she answered, a small smile forming on her lips as House gripped the inside her thigh and urged her to spread her legs.
His body surged eagerly against hers, a thigh slipping between hers from behind, and she moved with him like they were dancing a slow, seductive dance, pulling her arm up from under the covers to reach up behind his neck. She threaded her fingers through his hair, tipping her head back with her mouth slack while he pressed hot kisses to the side of her throat. "Somehow," House muttered, snaking his hand up under her negligee to palm her breast, "I get the impression you're lying."
Cuddy just laughed, then cut off with a quiet intake of air as he thumbed her nipple. She curled her fingers into his hair, felt her nipples swirl and tighten under his touch, thinking to herself how lucky she was to have this. Lucky because House was everything she needed without being everything she wanted. Lucky because, volatile though their relationship could be, it really didn't get any better than this. She loved being the focus of his passion, of his attention, of his hands and his mouth and his body heat, loved how honest he was when he was like this.
"Greg," she sighed softly, because this was the one time he truly was Greg to her. When he was being open, honest, vulnerable to her.
"Mmm?" he breathed by her ear.
Cuddy gasped quietly as he pinched her nipple, then wiggled out of his grasp to roll over. She pushed him with her, a hand flat on his chest while she climbed onto him, knees either side of his hips and the bed covers bunched down over his thighs. The air was chilly and her nipples tightened even more in response, though she was so flushed all over with arousal that she hardly noticed. She lifted a hand and tucked her hair behind her ear as she looked down at him, just able to make out his face, his eyes. She could feel his gaze on her even through the darkness. "So, why don't you tell me one of your biggest secrets?" she taunted, stroking a hand down his chest.
"Because that wouldn't be fair," he replied. "You didn't tell me yours."
Cuddy smiled. She rubbed her palm over his pectorals and the fine spray of chest hair between them, then down to his stomach. "You never play fair. Why should I ever do the same for you?"
"Because you can't resist me."
"Oh," Cuddy scoffed with a roll of her eyes. "You don't know me very well at all, then."
House spread his hands onto her thighs, fingers splayed, and Cuddy couldn't help pushing her legs apart a little further in response. "I do," he countered.
"Do not."
His hands came to a stop just underneath where her negligee was bunched around her hips. She felt his penis flex and tighten beneath her and she rolled her hips just so. "Do," he replied with a tightness to his voice that made Cuddy smile in triumph.
Leaning over him, a hand holding her hair back from her face again, she whispered with her lips just inches from his, "Do not."
Before he could even argue, she closed her mouth over his; a hungry, needy kiss. House sucked her lips and she tasted his tongue, her skin hot and flushed by the time she came back up for air. Letting her hair fall down around their faces, Cuddy cupped the side of his head and hunched over him, rolling her hips so his penis slid with slow ease between her labia while she devoured him in another kiss. The left strap of her negligee fell off her shoulder and her breast spilled just over the top. She ended the kiss again and arched her chest towards House, supporting his head with her hand as he lifted it from the pillow and she guided his mouth to her nipple.
"Oh, yes," she breathed softly, gazing down at him. She bit her lower lip, then let her mouth fall slack as he bit her nipple, just enough to send a searing ache through her body right down to her groin. His hands were everywhere, running over her skin, her legs, touching her in all the gentle ways she loved and not for the first time she found herself thinking how much of a contradiction he was. How hard and fierce and relentless he was in every other aspect of his life except this. This wasn't House. This was Greg. She felt lucky to be one of the only women to have ever had this side of him all to herself.
"What was it I said about you not resisting me?" he taunted when he pulled away from her breast with a soft sucking sound.
Rudely pulled out of her thoughts, Cuddy looked down sharply at him. "You said nothing of the sort," she retorted, eager to have his mouth return to work.
"I think I did."
"Enough talking," she demanded. "Or I will resist you."
"Evil," House complained, but then he complied and Cuddy let out a low, wanton gasp as he took her nipple between his teeth. She rolled her hips a little harder, a little firmer, sliding her wetness and her swollen labia over his shaft with all the eagerness of wanting him inside her now. Except she made herself wait, just a bit longer, just long enough to lift his mouth back to hers and kiss him with a fierceness that she knew took his breath away. She couldn't help it. Call her stupid, call her a dumb romantic - she knew House would - but times like these were the times she wanted so badly to take care of him, consume him in all the ways he left her consumed. She held his face in her hand and thrust her tongue in deep, her eyes closed, breathing in every breath House breathed out, moving and panting with him with a need that was going to need satisfying and fast, until he ended the kiss with a sharp intake of air.
"Lise," he urged quietly, sweeping her hair from her face.
It was the only cue she needed. She wordlessly lifted off him just enough to reach for his penis and let out a quiet, "oh" as he filled her, hard and thick and perfect. She gave a few experimental rolls of her hips to make sure he was snugly inside, then squeezed her muscles around him and began to move. Sliding up and down on him, her hands on his chest, her shoulders hunched and her breasts spilled out over the top of her negligee. His hands were everywhere again, holding her and touching her, caressing her with that same gentleness that she wished she could capture and keep close to her during the times she needed it most. Her breaths came in faster, hitched gasps, his penis hitting that spot inside her that made her want to drive harder, faster. She reached her hands behind her so they were resting on his thighs, and slid up and down his penis in long, firm strokes. The room became filled with nothing but the slick sounds of their bodies moving together, their breathing, her soft moans, his occasional quiet grunt. He held onto her hips as she moved on him with hungrier, greedier thrusts, greedy for orgasm while her blood pressure spiked and her senses became overwhelmed with Greg.
"Oh... yes," she gasped. "Yeah... yes." She suddenly threw herself forward as her body clenched up, gripping a hand onto the headboard tightly while she shook with release. All the while that House moved in and out of her, she couldn't do anything except call out in a high, helpless voice until she was nothing more than sweat and raw tingling nerves. She relaxed, letting her hand drop from the headboard to cup the side of House's face, and she hunched over him again to kiss him. Her lips slid over his clumsily, smiling when he muttered her name against her mouth in a scratchy voice. She rested her forehead to his, trying to watch his eyes through the darkness as he clung to her.
"Come on," she encouraged in a soft voice, her smile broadening as she felt his hands grip frantically onto her hips. She stilled herself, letting him thrust into her as hard and deep as he needed, cradling his head against her chest when he lifted from the pillow and started to come. She felt his breath hot and ragged on her skin, filled with a deep thrill at the way his orgasm shook him and left him completely at her mercy. As he relaxed, she tipped his head back and kissed him again, slow and deep and possessive.
"So, did you discover anything new?" she asked teasingly as he fell back to the pillow. "Any secrets I should know about?"
She heard him draw in a deep breath and then let it out slowly. "That you can't resist me."
Cuddy chuckled. "How is that a secret?"
"Ah ha," House announced, his voice slurred with post-coital laziness. "At last the truth comes out."
"The truth about me not being able to resist you?" Cuddy scoffed and pressed a kiss to his chin. "It's a well known fact I have way better self-control than you. I just choose not to exert that when it suits me."
"You should choose not to exert it when it suits me, too," House agreed.
She pressed another kiss to his chin, then to the corner of his mouth. "But then you'd be getting your own way more times than you deserve. And I can't have that."
Cuddy pushed off him after adjusting her negligee back into place, his penis slipping out of her, and she collapsed to his side with a content sigh. Her thigh muscles ached. Her body was still buzzing and reverberating with the aftershocks of orgasm. She felt messy and sweaty and sated, and she wouldn't have traded that feeling for the world. This was definitely the best way to keep warm in winter. Especially, she decided as House rolled onto his side and tucked up behind her, like this: his big, long body enveloping her small frame in a way that made her think how much she belonged right here with him. She reached for his arm once he tugged the bed covers up over them, and cuddled it over her tightly, smiling as House placed a lingering kiss just beside the nape of her neck. Yep, this was definitely where she belonged.
"Love you," she said, twining her fingers with his and cradling his hand close to her chest.
"That's hardly a secret," House complained with playful indignation.
"I know," she shot back just as playfully. "Nothing's sacred with you."
"Nothing's sacred with you, either," he retorted, but Cuddy could hear the affection in his voice.
She just smiled again and closed her eyes, settling down to sleep. "I'm glad," she replied.
end