No Words Needed
“I love you…I wish I didn’t, but I can’t help it.”
They kiss. He kisses her, she kisses him.
He puts an arm on her waist, and against the دیوار behind her.
She puts a hand on his chest.
And it happens. Something neither of them had honestly expected.
It was sweet, gentle, and full of love and passion. It was nothing like his hallucination. It was better. This woman he cared about, thought about, loved, was here, in front of him, waiting for him, vulnerable for him. But so was he, he was vulnerable. At that moment nothing else in the world mattered to either of them. Memories of trauma and heartbreak that night seemed as if to be forgotten entirely. All they needed now was each other.
It was sweet. It was real. It was happening. He kissed her softly and slowly. It was everything he wanted it to be. He wanted to دکھائیں her that he did love her. She was completely susceptible to whatever he was about to do, so overwhelmed with emotions that she just wanted to kiss and be kissed.
“How do I know I’m not hallucinating?”
“Did آپ take the Vicodin?”
“No.”
“Then I think we’re okay…”
“…yeah…”
And the two lovers kiss for the سیکنڈ time that night; the سیکنڈ of many shared kisses. This one مزید powerful and مزید passionate, almost making some sort of a statement. And as he kissed her that سیکنڈ time, instead of grabbing her waist, یا putting his arm around her, he reached for her hand and laced his fingers through hers. A gesture accepted so warmly سے طرف کی Cuddy. And it spoke volumes.
Commitment. Partnership. Promise. Reflection. Passion. Love.
They kept kissing for a few مزید moments. Lips and lips, tongue and tongue, lips and tongue. It was comfortable, recognizable, and real. In the same position, against the wall, still hand in hand. Then they broke the kiss, only to find themselves smiling widely with love in their eyes.
Then Cuddy spoke,
“House, I…”
House steals a small kiss from her.
“…I have to go home. I left Rachael ہوم with my neighbor. I need to put her to bed…”
He kisses her softly again.
“And آپ need a shower…do آپ want to come ہوم with me?”
House doesn’t hesitate to answer.
“Yes…”
And they kiss a little bit مزید before Cuddy breaks it and coyly smiles, signaling for him to grab some clothes to change into.
The ride to Cuddy’s was brief and perfectly comfortable. They didn’t speak. They didn’t have to. Everything was so perfect in that moment. House would caress her hand یا her leg and she would do the same. She would briefly take her eyes off the road to steal a glance at his smiling face.
Wow. She thought.
What a beautiful smile…it’s so casual and yet so filled with…love.
Throughout the entire car ride, they couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. Not that that had been any different before in the past before they were…you know…together. A grab of an arm, a shoulder brush, a boob graze even. It was as though they were teenagers again. Then again, it would be محفوظ to say that the two of them had always been teenagers at دل in their own way, especially around each other.
House and Cuddy arrived “home.” Cuddy’s house. House’s new “home” if آپ will. Maybe they’d اقدام in together. The two of them certainly wouldn’t be living in House’s apartment, especially when Cuddy’s got a child to look after. Well, two children really…
House got the feeling that he’d be spending a lot of time here, so he might as well call it a home. Any place could be ہوم with her.
They walked up to the door hand in hand. Cuddy opened the door and released her grip from House’s hand to go greet her beautiful daughter and thank her neighbor friend for watching and taking good care of Rachael while she was gone. Cuddy introduced House to the neighbor. Susan her name was, lovely lady. House was pleasant, and Susan left eyeing the “new couple” on her way out. Not so much out of curiosity, but مزید of an approval. Susan saw the spark the two of them had evening when House and Cuddy were standing on opposite ends of the room.
“Much better than Lucas…” She thought. And closed the door behind her, leaving the couple and Rachael to themselves for the night.
Without a word, Cuddy began walking to put Rachael down for bed. But before she left, she paused for a moment to give House a look that کہا مزید than any combination of words put together in the English language could. Then she smiled at him lovingly and went to go put Rachael to bed.
So House made himself comfortable on the couch. And then, he let his thoughts run wild…
“I love her…I really love her…”
…
“I’m so tired…I want to be with her tonight, hold her, kiss her…”
…
“Rachael…”
…
“…Hannah…”
“Hannah, God…I’m…I’m…fuck…I’m sorry. Maybe this was all good though…no this isn’t right…is it?”
…
“Hannah helped me…”
…
“Cuddy helped me…”
…
“I didn’t do it…I didn’t take the drugs.”
“…Pain…”
“…Love…”
“…Her…”
And there Cuddy was again. She stood behind the سوفی, لٹانا a little against the دیوار frame, staring at him. Wondering what he was thinking at that moment.
“God I love him…” She thought. And walked over to شامل میں him on the couch.
He noticed her presence, smiled a little bit as he made room for her اگلے to him. He shifter over a bit, and put is arm out waiting for her to sit so he could لپیٹ, لفاف کریں it around her and pull her closer. She sat and folded her legs underneath her, and fell into House’s embrace comfortably. The two of them sat there for a bit. Just sitting. House now almost lying down with his arm still around Cuddy. Cuddy’s head laid on his rising chest, listening to his not-so-steady heartbeat. House’s other hand had taken back her hand, laid it on his chest, and the proceeded to find the hem of Cuddy’s scrub top, lift it up a bit, and just run his fingers over her stomach.
Back and forth. Making circles. Touching her. Caressing her.
Cuddy loved every منٹ of it.
However, both of them knew that neither of them were up for any…activity, shall we say, that evening. They were tired, injured, emotionally drained, and very dirty.
After lying there with each other for a while, Cuddy moved up to kiss House gently. It was a short kiss and when she broke it, she gave him a look that said:
“Follow me.”
And he did. She got up off the couch, helped him stand up, and kept her fingers entwined with his. Cuddy walked him to her bathroom. She closed the door behind him, and went to turn on her shower. House stood there, knowing what would happen. But just stood there, waiting for it. Cuddy walked back over to House and kissed him. House kissed her right back. Lips and lips. Tongue and tongue. Lips and tongue. All meshed together, and before House knew it, they stopped kissing and began undressing each other.
House took off her scrub top, she took off his jacket. House took off her bra, Cuddy took off his shirt. At that point, they stopped undressing to look each other over. A smile spread on each of their faces. It was now Cuddy completely topless, hair down (thanks to House who thought she looked better with her hair down), still wearing her scrub pants, House in nothing but his jeans. Oh it was a sight, indeed, it was a sight.
“Mmmm…so sexy in just jeans, and no shirt.” She thought as she ran her hand up and down his chest. The hair so perfect right in the middle of his chest. Not too much hair, just enough to keep a مزید masculine edge without it being too much.
House, taking in the sight before him, Cuddy…
HIS Cuddy.
“My Cuddy…”
No shirt, no bra. Scrub pants, barefoot, hair down, sexy.
Both of them agreed, subconsciously that is, that this would definitely be happening again. The whole kissing each other madly in nothing but jeans. That, they both agreed, was just hot. Of course though, all of the clothes would come off at one point.
So the two of them picked back up where they left off. Kissing, touching, soft moans and growls. And before they knew it, they were completely naked, and they stepped into the شاور in each other’s embrace. Under the heat of the water, House and Cuddy cleaned each other of their proverbial sins. They took turns washing each other, kissing softly, touching each other. It wasn’t entirely sexual. مزید of a feeling of love and longing for each other. Sex was not necessary right now. It wouldn’t happen tonight. And, frankly, it didn’t need to. They spent quite a while in the shower, just washing, and kissing, and touching; exploring other areas of 20 years of missed opportunity. They hadn’t touched each other, physically, in 20 odd years. Sure, they had had some impure thoughts and dreams about times like this (mostly House) but both parties quickly pushed the thought out of their minds, and continued the push-pull will-they-or-won’t-they game of sexual tension at work.
And so they continued their little game of exploration in the شاور for quite some time.
Then, they turned off the water, dried each other off, and (hand in hand once more) walked over to Cuddy’s bed. At that point, Cuddy stopped and gave House a look that said,
“Stay there”
as coyly, as humanly possible. House obeyed and watched as Cuddy pulled down the comforter and sheets, as she lay down on سب, سب سے اوپر of the mattress, completely naked and unquestionably beautiful, and stretched her self out, kind یا aching her back a little and her eyes now inviting House to شامل میں her on the bed.
House looked at her with such longing.
“Damn, I’m an idiot. Why the hell have I waited this long for her? Go on آپ bastard. She’s yours now. She loved you, and آپ love her.”
House looked at her again. He looked at the way she was lying down. Back ever so slightly arched, legs toned, and only partially hidden from view, another beautifully toned part of her body, her stomach, soft, sweet, waiting for him to touch it again. It was so much to take in. That this was finally happening for him…for them…
“…for us…” House thought.
So he joined her. He walked over to the bed, and climbed on سب, سب سے اوپر of her. Looking at her lovingly, sweetly, and kissed her.
Everywhere.
He wanted to remember tonight until the دن he died. Remember her. Remember this feeling. He kissed her up and down her body in every place possible. He wanted so badly just to, in those moments, take her, but he knew that neither of them were physically able to finish what they started.
And before he knew it, her felt her tire beneath him. He began to feel the same.
“I love you, Lisa.” He کہا in the last few moments before he commenced lying down اگلے to her.
“I love آپ to…Greg.” She کہا playfully, almost making fun of him for calling her سے طرف کی her first name. She found it sweet, but she knew she couldn’t miss this opportunity to make him laugh for the first time in a while. They both laughed silently to each other as House joined her, lying اگلے to her. When at that moment, Cuddy positioned herself against House. Putting a leg over his lower body, and placing her arm around his upper body, and her head on his well-toned chest.
She sighed as she nuzzled his chest a little bit, and he sighed too.
“G’night…” he said.
“I love you…”
“I love آپ too.”
And the two drifted off into a peaceful sleep wrapped in each other’s embrace.
“I love you…I wish I didn’t, but I can’t help it.”
They kiss. He kisses her, she kisses him.
He puts an arm on her waist, and against the دیوار behind her.
She puts a hand on his chest.
And it happens. Something neither of them had honestly expected.
It was sweet, gentle, and full of love and passion. It was nothing like his hallucination. It was better. This woman he cared about, thought about, loved, was here, in front of him, waiting for him, vulnerable for him. But so was he, he was vulnerable. At that moment nothing else in the world mattered to either of them. Memories of trauma and heartbreak that night seemed as if to be forgotten entirely. All they needed now was each other.
It was sweet. It was real. It was happening. He kissed her softly and slowly. It was everything he wanted it to be. He wanted to دکھائیں her that he did love her. She was completely susceptible to whatever he was about to do, so overwhelmed with emotions that she just wanted to kiss and be kissed.
“How do I know I’m not hallucinating?”
“Did آپ take the Vicodin?”
“No.”
“Then I think we’re okay…”
“…yeah…”
And the two lovers kiss for the سیکنڈ time that night; the سیکنڈ of many shared kisses. This one مزید powerful and مزید passionate, almost making some sort of a statement. And as he kissed her that سیکنڈ time, instead of grabbing her waist, یا putting his arm around her, he reached for her hand and laced his fingers through hers. A gesture accepted so warmly سے طرف کی Cuddy. And it spoke volumes.
Commitment. Partnership. Promise. Reflection. Passion. Love.
They kept kissing for a few مزید moments. Lips and lips, tongue and tongue, lips and tongue. It was comfortable, recognizable, and real. In the same position, against the wall, still hand in hand. Then they broke the kiss, only to find themselves smiling widely with love in their eyes.
Then Cuddy spoke,
“House, I…”
House steals a small kiss from her.
“…I have to go home. I left Rachael ہوم with my neighbor. I need to put her to bed…”
He kisses her softly again.
“And آپ need a shower…do آپ want to come ہوم with me?”
House doesn’t hesitate to answer.
“Yes…”
And they kiss a little bit مزید before Cuddy breaks it and coyly smiles, signaling for him to grab some clothes to change into.
The ride to Cuddy’s was brief and perfectly comfortable. They didn’t speak. They didn’t have to. Everything was so perfect in that moment. House would caress her hand یا her leg and she would do the same. She would briefly take her eyes off the road to steal a glance at his smiling face.
Wow. She thought.
What a beautiful smile…it’s so casual and yet so filled with…love.
Throughout the entire car ride, they couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. Not that that had been any different before in the past before they were…you know…together. A grab of an arm, a shoulder brush, a boob graze even. It was as though they were teenagers again. Then again, it would be محفوظ to say that the two of them had always been teenagers at دل in their own way, especially around each other.
House and Cuddy arrived “home.” Cuddy’s house. House’s new “home” if آپ will. Maybe they’d اقدام in together. The two of them certainly wouldn’t be living in House’s apartment, especially when Cuddy’s got a child to look after. Well, two children really…
House got the feeling that he’d be spending a lot of time here, so he might as well call it a home. Any place could be ہوم with her.
They walked up to the door hand in hand. Cuddy opened the door and released her grip from House’s hand to go greet her beautiful daughter and thank her neighbor friend for watching and taking good care of Rachael while she was gone. Cuddy introduced House to the neighbor. Susan her name was, lovely lady. House was pleasant, and Susan left eyeing the “new couple” on her way out. Not so much out of curiosity, but مزید of an approval. Susan saw the spark the two of them had evening when House and Cuddy were standing on opposite ends of the room.
“Much better than Lucas…” She thought. And closed the door behind her, leaving the couple and Rachael to themselves for the night.
Without a word, Cuddy began walking to put Rachael down for bed. But before she left, she paused for a moment to give House a look that کہا مزید than any combination of words put together in the English language could. Then she smiled at him lovingly and went to go put Rachael to bed.
So House made himself comfortable on the couch. And then, he let his thoughts run wild…
“I love her…I really love her…”
…
“I’m so tired…I want to be with her tonight, hold her, kiss her…”
…
“Rachael…”
…
“…Hannah…”
“Hannah, God…I’m…I’m…fuck…I’m sorry. Maybe this was all good though…no this isn’t right…is it?”
…
“Hannah helped me…”
…
“Cuddy helped me…”
…
“I didn’t do it…I didn’t take the drugs.”
“…Pain…”
“…Love…”
“…Her…”
And there Cuddy was again. She stood behind the سوفی, لٹانا a little against the دیوار frame, staring at him. Wondering what he was thinking at that moment.
“God I love him…” She thought. And walked over to شامل میں him on the couch.
He noticed her presence, smiled a little bit as he made room for her اگلے to him. He shifter over a bit, and put is arm out waiting for her to sit so he could لپیٹ, لفاف کریں it around her and pull her closer. She sat and folded her legs underneath her, and fell into House’s embrace comfortably. The two of them sat there for a bit. Just sitting. House now almost lying down with his arm still around Cuddy. Cuddy’s head laid on his rising chest, listening to his not-so-steady heartbeat. House’s other hand had taken back her hand, laid it on his chest, and the proceeded to find the hem of Cuddy’s scrub top, lift it up a bit, and just run his fingers over her stomach.
Back and forth. Making circles. Touching her. Caressing her.
Cuddy loved every منٹ of it.
However, both of them knew that neither of them were up for any…activity, shall we say, that evening. They were tired, injured, emotionally drained, and very dirty.
After lying there with each other for a while, Cuddy moved up to kiss House gently. It was a short kiss and when she broke it, she gave him a look that said:
“Follow me.”
And he did. She got up off the couch, helped him stand up, and kept her fingers entwined with his. Cuddy walked him to her bathroom. She closed the door behind him, and went to turn on her shower. House stood there, knowing what would happen. But just stood there, waiting for it. Cuddy walked back over to House and kissed him. House kissed her right back. Lips and lips. Tongue and tongue. Lips and tongue. All meshed together, and before House knew it, they stopped kissing and began undressing each other.
House took off her scrub top, she took off his jacket. House took off her bra, Cuddy took off his shirt. At that point, they stopped undressing to look each other over. A smile spread on each of their faces. It was now Cuddy completely topless, hair down (thanks to House who thought she looked better with her hair down), still wearing her scrub pants, House in nothing but his jeans. Oh it was a sight, indeed, it was a sight.
“Mmmm…so sexy in just jeans, and no shirt.” She thought as she ran her hand up and down his chest. The hair so perfect right in the middle of his chest. Not too much hair, just enough to keep a مزید masculine edge without it being too much.
House, taking in the sight before him, Cuddy…
HIS Cuddy.
“My Cuddy…”
No shirt, no bra. Scrub pants, barefoot, hair down, sexy.
Both of them agreed, subconsciously that is, that this would definitely be happening again. The whole kissing each other madly in nothing but jeans. That, they both agreed, was just hot. Of course though, all of the clothes would come off at one point.
So the two of them picked back up where they left off. Kissing, touching, soft moans and growls. And before they knew it, they were completely naked, and they stepped into the شاور in each other’s embrace. Under the heat of the water, House and Cuddy cleaned each other of their proverbial sins. They took turns washing each other, kissing softly, touching each other. It wasn’t entirely sexual. مزید of a feeling of love and longing for each other. Sex was not necessary right now. It wouldn’t happen tonight. And, frankly, it didn’t need to. They spent quite a while in the shower, just washing, and kissing, and touching; exploring other areas of 20 years of missed opportunity. They hadn’t touched each other, physically, in 20 odd years. Sure, they had had some impure thoughts and dreams about times like this (mostly House) but both parties quickly pushed the thought out of their minds, and continued the push-pull will-they-or-won’t-they game of sexual tension at work.
And so they continued their little game of exploration in the شاور for quite some time.
Then, they turned off the water, dried each other off, and (hand in hand once more) walked over to Cuddy’s bed. At that point, Cuddy stopped and gave House a look that said,
“Stay there”
as coyly, as humanly possible. House obeyed and watched as Cuddy pulled down the comforter and sheets, as she lay down on سب, سب سے اوپر of the mattress, completely naked and unquestionably beautiful, and stretched her self out, kind یا aching her back a little and her eyes now inviting House to شامل میں her on the bed.
House looked at her with such longing.
“Damn, I’m an idiot. Why the hell have I waited this long for her? Go on آپ bastard. She’s yours now. She loved you, and آپ love her.”
House looked at her again. He looked at the way she was lying down. Back ever so slightly arched, legs toned, and only partially hidden from view, another beautifully toned part of her body, her stomach, soft, sweet, waiting for him to touch it again. It was so much to take in. That this was finally happening for him…for them…
“…for us…” House thought.
So he joined her. He walked over to the bed, and climbed on سب, سب سے اوپر of her. Looking at her lovingly, sweetly, and kissed her.
Everywhere.
He wanted to remember tonight until the دن he died. Remember her. Remember this feeling. He kissed her up and down her body in every place possible. He wanted so badly just to, in those moments, take her, but he knew that neither of them were physically able to finish what they started.
And before he knew it, her felt her tire beneath him. He began to feel the same.
“I love you, Lisa.” He کہا in the last few moments before he commenced lying down اگلے to her.
“I love آپ to…Greg.” She کہا playfully, almost making fun of him for calling her سے طرف کی her first name. She found it sweet, but she knew she couldn’t miss this opportunity to make him laugh for the first time in a while. They both laughed silently to each other as House joined her, lying اگلے to her. When at that moment, Cuddy positioned herself against House. Putting a leg over his lower body, and placing her arm around his upper body, and her head on his well-toned chest.
She sighed as she nuzzled his chest a little bit, and he sighed too.
“G’night…” he said.
“I love you…”
“I love آپ too.”
And the two drifted off into a peaceful sleep wrapped in each other’s embrace.
