Down the Rabbit hole

The world had slowed when he spoke those words. "...as I love you." Her mind had gone into a fog, a drift in a sea of emotion and confusion. He loved her? He LOVED her? She couldn't believe it. She watched his features form the goodbye he spoke at a snails pace.

How could he love her? After the way she treated him last night? After all of the crap she'd given him? But for some reason, he did, and she knew that what he spoke was the truth. He wouldn't hurt her if he could help it.

As the realization set in, and her eyes came back into focus, she became aware that he was leaving. Leaving? She thought in her confusion. Why would he be leaving? He loves me... but I never told him... Her heart went into overdrive as she thought of what she had to do. He couldn't leave, not again, not two nights in a row. She finally knew how she felt about him, and she had to let him know.

"House!!! Wait!!!" She forced herself call after him through her tight throat as he had taken a step out into the hallway. She watched him turn to look at her with that heartbreaking look of sorrow in his eyes before she noticed her feet were moving. She crossed the room in 3 long strides, and had him in her arms.

She kissed him with a fever that she never knew she possessed, with a passion that she thought had been long dead inside her. She had to somehow prove to him that he was not alone in his feelings, that she needed him with every inch of her being. That she couldn't stand the thought of him leaving the room that night.

When she finally pulled away from the kiss and looked at him, he was shocked. She laid her head on his chest and held him tightly as she spoke.

"I'm so sorry, House. I should have told you. I should have told you years ago, but I was too terrified of being hurt by you. I didn't think I could stand your rejection." She pulled away and looked up into his still bewildered gaze before continuing. "I love you, House." she said gently.

His expression melted into something unfathomably tender. She felt as if she could melt into him as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a deep kiss. She felt him pushing her back inside slowly, and was left temporarily chilled as he withdrew his hand to shut the door. She looked back up at him with a small smile on her face when they finally broke the kiss.

"Closing the door?" She asked with mock concern. "I think we're being a bit presumptuous," as she spoke she ran a finger down the side of his neck that made him shiver. "Don't you think?

He glared back down at her before he spoke, and with a purr so dark and dangerous it made the hair on her neck rise, he said "You're in way over you head little girl." With that he picked her up off her feet, walked her toward the bed, and set her down there. Cuddy's eyes widened as he set a hand on either side of her. His eyes burrowed holes through her skull as he began to crawl toward the headboard. With a look that could have rivaled Lucifer himself, he continued his husky growl as he crawled.

"There's no going back now. I love you too fucking much to spend another night without you, and I will be DAMNED if I'm going to let anything, even your silly games, get in the way tonight."

She finally felt the pillow underneath her head, and stopped her progress while he continued his. She smiled slyly. "Well then," she said, grabbing a hunk of his shirt and wrapped a leg around his waist, pulling him closer to her as she spoke, "we'll just have to do something about that."

She felt fire begin to spread all over her body as he set another searing hot kiss on her lips, this one much more urgent, less tender, but alive with passion and need. His tongue fanned the flame as he explored her mouth, pulling small little gasps out of her with every movement of his hands.

The offending limbs had begun to caress every inch of her now well heated body. Pulling the well shaved leg up to the side of his hips, and running a warm but demanding hand up her thigh. The other hand found its way to Cuddy's side where it was lightly rubbing her stomach and would occasionally let its finger wander toward her now aching breasts.

She nearly cried out in protest when he broke their kiss, but she was silenced as she felt him move delicately over her excited flesh to the more sensitive area of her neck. His warm wet tongue sent shudders through her very core pulling warmth from her nether regions. She couldn't help herself as she grasped the salt and peppered hair on the back of his head, and whispered his name.

He slowly pulled his hands away from her breast and leg, and grabbed both of her hands from around his head. He looked up at her like some greek god with hooded eyes as he brought her hands around to the front of his face. There was that smirk again. She thought to herself as she leaned forward trying to capture his mouth again, but he would have none of it.

This move only served to make his smirk widen as he maintained control of her hands. He turned his head slowly, and kissed one of her palms before saying gently, "you're not the boss here, Cuddy." He placed both of her hands in one of his as he continued with a grin, "at least not tonight. Not after the way you treated me."

She gave him a confused look that nearly made him chuckle as he began to pull her hands over her head. It wasn't until he pulled off the belt on his trousers with his free hand that she began to understand... and heat began to flood from her lower half. As his hands worked tying her to the headboard, his face was on her forehead, kissing her so tenderly and reassuringly that she couldn't have felt safer... or more aroused for that matter.

He gave the belt a small tug when he was done, sat up, and looked down at her. "Too tight?" He asked. Cuddy gave a feeble shake of her head. With that, he turned his attention to the full length of his newly caught prey. He scrutinized her slowly, taking in every lovely inch of her. She felt his eyes move over her breasts, making them taught with excitement, toward her legs.

She was suddenly both very happy and very annoyed that she still had on her dress, because she would have felt like a poor lamb caught in a snare with a hungry wolf licking its chomps at her. Still, she wasn't entirely sure she didn't want him to devour her whole, right now.

Almost as if he could read her thoughts, House brought his hands down on her stomach. She arched her back into him as he gently wrapped his arms around her prone form. She could feel his warm hands searching her back skillfully for the zipper. When he finally found his quarry, he brought one hand slowly down to her rump, lifted her weight easily off the bed, and pulled down the zipper. Once the garment was loose, he slowly pulled it off with the hand at her rear.

She was bare to him now. Naked with nothing but a lace thong in between him and his goal. She felt her cheeks color as he looked over her, his mouth slightly agape. She turned her head into the pillow with embarrassment. Almost immediately she felt his hand on her cheek gently asking her to look at him.

When she turned he was barely a whisper from her lips, the full weight of his body and arousal pressing onto her still form. His eyes were tender as they stared into her own, almost reverent. "You're so beautiful, Cuddy." He whispered dearly, and placed a slow, gentle kiss on her lips. "I could stare at you in awe, forever."

When he leaned away from her again, she smiled at him lovingly, which he returned in kind. Slowly, his attention was drawn again to the exposed, taught nipples that were begging for attention. She watched and appreciated the progressive change in his face from some gothic angel, to a demon of a much darker manner. She felt no fear as his smile of worship was replace by one of a much more primal nature, only excitement.

He slowly brought a hand up to her neck, cupped it, circled it gently. Then, ever so slowly, he began to run the entire length of his palm down her chest, passing achingly slow between her breasts, over her stomach, making her shudder with need, and between her legs, where she nearly bucked even with the brevity of the contact.

The good doctor smiled at this reaction. He leaned forward slowly so that his lips could touch the hollow at the base of her neck. He gently ran his nose down her chest, making her shiver with excitement, and found his way to her right breast. House cupped it gently at first, but even that slight motion made her moan. Encouraged by her reaction, he brought his mouth down around her taught nipple, sucking and playing with her.

Cuddy was lost in a sea of pleasure as he made short work of her will power as well as her body. Her mind was a puddle of muddled thoughts and emotions as his mouth worked one breast and his hand worked the other. Slowly she became aware of the progression his other hand had begun to make south. She let out a gasp as his hand brazenly entered her panties, and spread her folds with the same expert care she had felt last night. Only this time, there was no second guessing, no worry, no concern, only him and her, and the love she knew they felt for each other.

House expertly rubbed her little nub as his mouth and other hand worked her breast. She felt his hand dance around the entrance to her inner self, using her own moisture to lubricate, which was plentiful by this point. She was mumbling incoherently, sometimes begging, sometimes saying his name. All she knew was the pleasure he was bringing her toward, and the release she knew he would let her have.

She grew closer and closer to that precipice of ecstasy when he removed his mouth from her breast and began to slowly make his way south, kissing her stomach with gentle intervals. His hand continued to tease and torture her, promising release one second only to take it away the next.

When his head reached in between her thighs, he paused. House brought both of his hands to her tense legs and spread them apart coyly. She stammered a nearly incoherent plea for him to continue, and when he simply looked up at her in amusement, she pulled at her restraints, trying with all she had to get at him, but to no avail.

He chuckled lightly and put a hand on her stomach, calming her, before saying, "Patience, love. I won't let you down." And with that, he gently ran both hands up her thighs, beneath her lace underwear, and up her stomach. The simple contact made her quiver as she spoke, "Oh God, House, please..."

His devil's smile widened as he brought his hands back down between her thighs, spreading them tenderly. He gently moved the material covering her womanhood to one side, without actually removing them, and began to gently rub her nub again with his thumb. She could feel her climax coming quickly now, and almost as if he could read her mind, he brought his mouth down, replacing his fingers.

She felt her legs clench around his shoulders involuntarily as he forced her to the edge of the dark chasm, and as she reveled in the velvet, warm feel of him while looking over the edge into oblivion, he slid two fingers inside of her. That was the only push she needed. He pumped her gently as the orgasm rippled through her, making her pull against the belt that held her and her toes culled in rapture.

He didn't slow his movements until her breathing finally began to slow, and she fell limp on the bed. He slowly moved the garment back into place, and sat up, looking like a cat who had found the cream. The demon moved like one, as well, slinking up the bed toward the head board where he began to unfasten her restraints.

Cuddy watched him work half in a daze, half still mad with heat. She couldn't help but notice how unfortunately over dressed he was. No matter, she thought, we'll soon make short work of that. She felt her hands freed, and as if someone had fired a gun at the start of a race, she pounced on him.

She kissed him feverishly, which he reciprocated, as she made short work of his shirt and trousers, and when he was finally nude before her, she gazed at his perfect male physique. Male, that was the best way to describe him. He wasn't "pretty", that wasn't the right word. He had some light hair dusting his chest, flecked with silver like on his head, abs that would have made any roman warrior proud, and arms that, she well knew, could lift her off her feet... and into his lap.

Her kisses began to become more passionate, more urgent, and slowly she began to move forward, forcing him to lower himself onto the bed. Her hips kneaded his slowly, with purpose as her hands explored every intriguing detail of his firm, warm body. She could sense his breath quickening as she expertly moved across him, pausing briefly at a particularly fun spot where his legs joined his hips. Even a small graze of this juncture seemed to send him into a frenzy.

But Cuddy had bigger fish to fry, she thought with a mischievous smirk. She let her hands gently message his upper thigh as she began to kiss his neck, swirling her tongue over his sensitive skin making him take sharp ragged breaths. As her tongue worked it's magic on the tender flesh, she let her hands move to his arousal.

"Oh my god," he barely whispered as she finally grasped him. She felt herself smiling with satisfaction as she explored every inch of his impressive manhood, slowly teasing him into a fever that could only be quenched in one way. She let her fingers dance around his head before cupping his shaft and adeptly stoked him, paying careful attention to every part, but at such an agonizingly slow pace, House thought he might die from the torture.

It wasn't until she felt the first bit of his precum pooling at the head of his erection before she moved her mouth away from his neck. House struggled to maintain his sanity as she moved slowly and intoxicatingly down his body. He had experienced pleasure in his life, sure, but this was something else... something that couldn't be put to words.

She had broken down every wall and barrier he had thrown up in his defense, and instead of the incredible pain he had been sure he would have felt, he was left with nothing but sheer ecstasy... yet, even ecstasy was not an adequate enough word to describe the sensation of feeling her warm breath for the first time on his nether regions.

He was aching for her. He was twitching and swollen, almost to the point of pain, as she slowly tease him with the promise of more. Her hands continued their slow and agonizing work as she gently laid the smallest of kisses on his head. The soft feel of her lips sent fire coursing though his blood, a fire that was only building in fury, and she was fanning. She was playing with something, that he knew would engulf them both if she continued her nefarious plot.

She looked up at him and smiled coyly when she saw his jaw set with concentration. "What?" she asked gently as she continued pumping the shaft. "Is there something you want, House?" She felt new hunger surge through her as she saw the fire behind his eyes. The flames that she was tending was burning brightly in his blue mirrors. "You... are... pushing... it..." He said slowly.

She gave a good long stroke and heard him suck in his breath between his teeth. "No, House," she began almost inaudibly, "pushing it would be doing this..." With those last words, she took him into her mouth, slowly swirling his head with her tongue as she mimicked the age old motions that she knew would set him off.

She heard him moan, and felt him grab the sheets on the bed. She could hear the mattress cover being pulled off slowly as she continued. With each flick of the tongue, each movement of her head, she heard the elastic holding the white cover onto the bed growing more strained... and then finally something snapped.

And it wasn't the sheets...

House grabbed her shoulders, threw her onto her back at his side, and pinned her underneath him. She was in half a daze from the surprise and disorientation as she felt him grab her undies, still on, and pull furiously. They ripped with little resistance. After chucking the offending garment, House brought his hand back to Cuddy's face and kissed her. He kissed her more tenderly, yet more passionately than she had ever experienced in her life.

And as she finally began to regain her bearings from being tossed, he lowered his free hand to her hips for support, and thrust into her without reservation.

She broke the kiss and called out his name into the night. Stars were flashing behind her eyes as he began to move inside of her. He was heat, pure and simple. He was hard and fast warmth within her. Her thoughts were a blur of joy and emotion as the warmth and electricity began to spread all throughout her body.

He looked into her eyes as he felt her velvet sheath surround him. This was perfect. This was more than he had ever imagined, ever hoped for in the long years he had admired her from afar. This was something more than just sex, something he had been searching for all his life, but had only ever glimpsed in her... and now he had it, he had her.

She never wanted to let him go. Never wanted this to end. She just wanted him near her, wanted nothing more than to be with him, always. As she began to approach that precipice of ecstasy once again, she realized that she would never be able to let him go.

House heard her cry out with her release as he felt his own mounting, and with one final thrust he let out his own masculine growl and shot his hot seed inside her. He felt her quivering around him as he finished filling her. He couldn't move, didn't want to move, didn't want to bring any distance between them.

She looked up at him with that smile, that smile of pure joy that he had been searching for from the moment he met her. He returned it in like kind as she brought a hand to his face. She leaned up slowly and kissed him. She let her forehead stay touching his as she spoke.

"You'll have to move sometime, House" She giggled lightly. He looked at her devilishly, "Calm down , woman. I'm only one man! Give me a minute and you'll get your lust satisfied." She glared at him, but couldn't seem to wipe the smile from her face. "You know what I meant, idiot. I won't judge you if you want to rest your leg."

House smirked at her before rolling onto his side. She felt his loss, but just for a moment as he pulled her snugly against him. She felt him nuzzle her hair, and she felt that she could melt into him right then and there. "I'll have you know that we will be sleeping very little this night, Ms. Boss Ma'am" She looked up at him like a cat in heat. "Oh really? Aren't we being just a bit over self-confident?"

"Just because every other 'boy' you've been with has had the stamina of a 15 year old doesn't mean you need to project on me." He said with his usual glib. "Forgive me that I've never been with such a dirty old man before." She cut back with a snicker. "Yes," he said lowly before slowly moving his hand rather intoxicatingly over her still naked flesh. "I could tell you hated ever minute of it."

She could barely speak as she continued, "that's... not fair." She said distractedly. House chuckled "I'll have to remember that spot next time I ask you for something." Cuddy looked up at him seriously. She sat up slowly. "House, I think you already know that I would give you anything you wanted..." He sat up next to her.

He could feel the concern in her voice. He place a hand on her back gently as she continued "but... we both know I do what I do for the hospital's sake..." She looked into his eyes pleadingly. "Please, don't be offended if things don't change to much as far as that goes."

House's expression softened. "I'd be disappointed in you if it did, Cuddy." He watched lovingly as she smiled... and then her expression slowly changed to something a bit more feral as she looked over his bare form a bit. "So," She began, "about being up all night. Was that all just talk?"

House smirked, which drove her wild. He kissed her intently as they leaned back down onto the bed. He broke the kiss and looked at her lovingly underneath her. She returned the gaze with equal intent as she ran her hands through his hair. He put a hand to her face as he spoke barely above a whisper, "I'm never going to be able to let you go." He watched as a single tear rolled down her cheek as she smiled with joy. "Then don't ever try."

And with that, House made good on his promise. The fall down the rabbit hole might have been a little bumpy, but the wonderland he led her through was more than she had ever dreamed.