AS PER REQUEST, THIS IS A CHASE/ CUDDY FIC BASED ON THE PROMPT:

"IN WHICH CHASE FOLLOWS IN WILSON'S FOOTSTEPS, FIDELITY WISE."

ALTHOUGH CHUDDY MIGHT NOT BE A TYPICAL PAIRING, I AND SEVERAL OTHERS THINK THAT IT HAS GREAT POTENTIAL.

PLEASE LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS AND ENJOY!! :-)


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SAVIORS

CHAPTER 1: Please read and comment.

It was 8 pm when Cuddy put Rachel down on her back in her crib for the night, taking her tiny hand in hers and rubbing the top of it with her fingertips to lull her to sleep.

As she smiled at her thirteen- month old daughter, she couldn't get over how well the Ferber method had worked on her. A month ago, she had been incredibly skeptical about the entire thing, thinking that it was too late to sleep- train her.

But in only one week, Rachel was asleep within five minutes of putting her down in her crib and was actually sleeping through the entire night.

Of course, Cuddy had barely slept through the night for that one week as her heart broke while she listened to her daughter cry herself bitterly to sleep from her own bedroom.

"Leave her alone," he had said to her, not letting her get out of the bed.

"How can I listen to this?" she had asked him miserably. "She's crying for me."

"Lise, she has to learn to sleep through the night," he had insisted.

"What if she vomits in the crib because she's crying so hard?" she demanded.

"Then you'll go in there, clean her and the vomit up, and put her back down to sleep," he had replied simply.

Of course she had listened to him, because he was right. She had read everything she could possibly find on the Feber Method, and no doctor, including her, could deny its success.

But the mommy in her wanted to go into Rachel's room, pick her up in her arms and bring her into her own bed.

It was a week of torture, but it had been worth it.

And like always, he had been patient and supportive.

Like clockwork, Rachel was asleep in five minutes. Cuddy gently placed her tiny hand on the mattress and disentangled her fingers as carefully as she could. Rachel inhaled through her tiny nose and turned her head from one side to the other.

But she didn't wake up.

Letting out a breath that she had no idea she had been holding in, Cuddy exited Rachel's room without giving into the urge to flip on the audio baby monitor before she left. If for some reason, Rachel did wake up in the middle of the night, she'd have to stick to her resolve not to immediately go to her and let her just cry herself to sleep once again.

When she got back to her bedroom, she checked herself in her antique full- length mirror, deciding that the disheveled mommy look just wouldn't do for what she had planned for the rest of the night.

She stripped out of her sweats and her University of Michigan t- shirt, tossing them into a nearby laundry basket in the corner of her bedroom. Clad only in her lace bra and panties, she headed for the shower, grabbing two towels along the way from the linen closet.

She unhooked her bra and slipped out of her lace panties, throwing them into the bathroom hamper as well, chuckling to herself as she remembered how he had teased her about it.

"Do you have hampers in every room?" he had asked her.

"Only in rooms where I know I'm going to be getting undressed," she had replied coyly.

"Based on what we've been doing lately, you'd better buy a lot more hampers," he had quipped sexily.

She turned on the water, waiting for it to heat up. Once it did, she stepped into the shower and stood under the steady stream, tilting her head back, reveling in the feeling of the hot water against her skin and the steam rising all around her.

She glanced at the hand held shower hose that she had gotten all too intimate with in the last few years and smirked at it in triumph.

"Don't need you in here anymore," she said aloud to the shower hose.

She took the red hair band out of her hair, tousling her head a bit to let her dark waves tumble around her shoulders. She'd been letting it grow longer for the last few months for him.

And he had absolutely loved it.

Her eyes closed, lost in the haze of the hot water and steam, she hadn't even heard when he had entered the bathroom.

But when she felt a pair of muscular arms wrap around her waist, she jumped and shrieked, turning her head sharply behind her.

She exhaled, relaxing immediately when she saw him standing behind her, completely naked as well.

"You scared the crap out of me," Cuddy stated.

"I'm sorry," Chase whispered in her ear huskily, tightening his grip around her petite, naked frame.

"When I gave you the key, I didn't think you'd use it to give me a heart attack," she scolded him lightly.

"I didn't want to wake Rachel. I know how hard you worked to get her to sleep through the night," he said with an innocent look on his face.

A curt laugh escaped her lips.

"Oh you're good," she snarked.

He flashed her one of his patented dazzling smiles and turned her around to face him, drinking in the sight of her wet, naked body. He pressed his dusky pink erect cock against her as he pulled her close.

"And you're gorgeous," he murmured.

They kissed hungrily, exploring every inch of each other's mouths with their lips and tongues, moaning wantonly.

She backed up slightly as they clung to each other desperately, bringing him into the stream of the water. As he got wet, she reached up and slicked back his now damp hair out of his eyes, still devouring his lips with her own.

He began to kiss her frantically down her neck to her collarbone, tasting the salt on her skin. She raked her fingers through his wet hair, encouraging him on.

He trailed his entire mouth down her body, greedily engulfing her areola with his lips as he possessively cupped her perky breasts in his hand, suckling on one of her wet, erect nipples. She gasped in delight as he did so.

He gave just as much undivided attention to her other breast, a whimper emanating from her lips.

He then got down on his knees, oblivious to the hard tile floor of the shower, slowing his earlier frenetic pace as he languidly kissed his way down her taut, toned abdomen, nuzzling his face into her with every kiss.

She sighed in pleasure, placing her hands on his defined shoulders.

He encircled her navel with his tongue, tracing a line with the tip of it down to the top of her hairline. As he delicately trailed his nose down her thin strip of hair, bringing his soft, full lips closer to his sweet, intended destination, she placed her hand on his cheek to get his attention.

He looked up at her with his sparkling aquamarine eyes, waiting desperately for her command.

"Not yet," she said in her throaty alto voice.

"When?" he asked pleadingly, his hands on both of her wet, naked hips, gazing up at her.

It was only one word. But it made her clit twitch and tingle with urgency. His voice was rough, insatiable with desire.

All for her.

"… Soon," she whimpered.

"I want it now," he murmured, nestling his nose in her soft hairs, teasing her sex mercilessly.

It took all of her resolve not to give into him. They only had a limited time before he would have to leave and go back to his other life. His real life.

And she wanted every moment with him to last as long as possible.

"Wash me first?" she asked.

He obeyed and got up off his knees, grabbing the bottle of Dove body wash off the marble recessed shelf on the wall as he did so.

She used to keep a bottle of very expensive vanilla and orange scented body wash there.

But after realizing that Cameron might recognize the scent on him, she quickly replaced it with the brand that she and Chase used in their home so she wouldn't get suspicious.

He soaped up his hands and thoroughly washed her breasts, shoulders, waist and hips, his cock throbbing at the sight of the wet lather dripping down her abdomen.

"God, you are so beautiful," he uttered as he washed her.

"So are you…" she replied, lolling her head back, losing herself in his touch.

He slid his soapy hands down to her firm ass, squeezing it.

"I love that your gorgeous ass is mine and not his," he said huskily.

"It was NEVER his," she assured him breathlessly.

He had done that since the beginning-- bring House into the conversation to clarify that she didn't belong to him. That she had never belonged to him.

At first it had shocked her that he would be so bold to say his name when they were intimate.

But now, it had become a game of defiance, reminding her that if House ever caught on to what they were doing, it would be all over the hospital.

Which made it all the more forbidding and exciting.

She didn't dare do the same with Cameron. Since they had been together, Cuddy had never even mentioned her name.

And she noticed that Chase didn't either.

But neither of them cared.

He lathered her entire body, bending down a bit to cover her thighs in soap. She lifted each toned, supple leg at a time so he could wash her calves and toes, which displayed a dark ruby red polish, at his request.

She couldn't get over how much he wanted her. How he couldn't get enough of her. How he never played the stupid games that most men played instead of being upfront about their feelings.

She knew it was more than sex between them. Much more.

But occasionally she would wonder if Chase would be this hot for her if they had a normal, garden- variety relationship, instead of an affair. If they could be open about their feelings for each other instead of hiding them from the world, would he still have that same feeling of primal lust for her?

But all thoughts of that nature disappeared as he nudged her legs apart and slipped his slick fingers inside her, causing her to cry out.

She moaned as he pumped his two fingers inside her, over and over again, holding onto him tightly as she felt her knees grow weak underneath her.

"Come for me, Lise," he begged, feeling her velvety walls contract around his fingers, knowing it wouldn't be long before he got what he wanted.

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A while later, Cuddy exited the shower with an incredibly satisfied smile on her face.

After drying her body and hair with one of the large bath towels she had grabbed from the linen closet earlier, she wrapped it around her naked body, beads of water still glistening on her collarbone, her damp, dark ringlets to her shoulders.

Chase followed her, grabbing the other towel, roughly drying his own body and hair before wrapping it around his waist.

"I'm just going to peek in on Rachel," she told him after putting up her loose curls in a butterfly clip.

Chase nodded and smiled. "Don't be long," he told her.

She tiptoed in bare feet down the hallway to Rachel's room and peeked her head in, the only light coming from her Whinny the Pooh night light that was plugged into one of the outlets.

She smiled softly when she saw that Rachel was still sleeping peacefully.

"Leave her alone," Chase whispered over her shoulder from behind her, still wearing the towel.

"I'm just checking on her," she whispered back.

"You're supposed to let her sleep," he reminded her.

"I'm not waking her," she argued.

"You will if we stay here," he pointed out.

"You just want to bring me to bed with you," she said with a smirk.

"Yeah, so?" he asked with a coy smile.

"So… what are you waiting for?" she asked, her smirk turning into a grin.

He shrugged and then scooped her off her feet, holding her in his arms. She pressed her lips together to suppress a giggle that was threatening to escape as he carried her off to her bedroom.

When they got there, he gently lay her down on the bed. Still both wearing the bath towels, he lay down on top of her, the fringe of his still slightly damp blond locks falling in his face.

She reached up to him, brushing his hair out of his eyes and caressed his cheek. He closed his eyes at her soft, delicate touch.

"How much time do we have?" she asked.

He kissed her palm. "She's done at 5 am," he replied.

"Which means you can't stay," she clarified wistfully.

He shook his head, slowly and sadly as he looked into the beautiful soft- grey eyes that made his heart lurch every time he gazed at her.

She smiled in disappointment, lifting her head slightly off the pillow, brushing her lips against his.

As they kissed tenderly, Chase lifted his body up and removed both their towels, flinging them onto the floor.

"I'll put 'em in the hamper before I leave," he teased her.

She grinned.

"Leave 'em," she replied.

They kissed again, just as tenderly, as if they were trying to memorize each other's lips. His tongue caressed hers searchingly as they held each other in their arms.

Unlike the shower, they moved slowly, exploring every inch of each other as their kiss deepened, as if they had all the time in the world to enjoy each other.

Even though they didn't.

He made love to her with slow, decadent thrusts, almost as if he was defying their limited time together, making delicious circles with his hips, giving her friction where she craved it most.

She wrapped her legs around him tightly, arching back off the bed, gasping and moaning with every thrust, hoping that time would stop even for a little while, so they could freeze themselves in the moment.

He propped himself up a bit, watching her eyes flutter closed as she arched back, her lovely, elegant neck and collar bones as an offering to him.

But he didn't kiss them.

He just watched her face as she got closer and closed to the edge, breathing heavily. He was always blown away at how beautiful she looked at this very moment, her cheeks flush with arousal as he brought them closer to climax.

He felt the pressure build up inside him, frantically thinking of anything that would hold back his imminent explosion.

But nothing worked.

He came inside her, his body shuddering from the force of his orgasm. She held him as he cried out into her neck, trying to keep as quiet as he possibly could.

She quickly tumbled after him, biting her lip as she did the same.


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At three thirty am, Cuddy's alarm clock went off on her night- stand. She reached over and slapped the snooze button in annoyance.

She exhaled as she rolled away from it, facing Chase, who was sleeping on his stomach and had not woken from the sound.

She kissed the back of his neck.

"Chase…" she said softly.

"Mmph," he replied against the pillow.

"You have to go," she told him.

"…Five more minutes," he mumbled in a raspy voice.

"We don't have five more minutes," she reminded him.

At this, he opened his eyes and rolled over onto his back to face her. She was propped up on her elbow, smiling down at him in a melancholy fashion.

He reached up and twirled one of her long curls in his fingertips.

"I hate that we don't have five more minutes," he stated, his accent thicker than usual as it always was when he woke up.

"So do I," she replied sincerely.

"I wanna stay," he said, tracing the outline of her jaw with his fingertips.

"I want you to stay…" she began.

"… But you can't," she said.

He nodded, knowing that she was right.

He kissed her lips and reluctantly dragged himself out of her bed. She watched him dress quietly.

She smiled a little when she saw that he hadn't thrown his clothes on the floor of her bedroom, but had folded them neatly and had placed them on her dresser.

Once he was fully dressed, he sat down on the bed next to her, caressing her bare shoulder. She had pulled up the sheet underneath her quilt to cover her breasts. He resisted the urge to pull it down.

"I'm sorry that I have to go," he said sincerely.

"Stop apologizing," she told him.

He nodded again and kissed her one more time before getting up off the bed.

"Don't forget your ring," she reminded him.

He stopped in his tracks and dug his platinum wedding ring out of his pants and placed it back on his finger.

"I'll lock the door on my way out," he assured her.

"Ok."

He gave her one more kiss before he finally left her room. She could feel in his lips the promise that they'd be together again soon.

After he let himself out of her house, she heard him start his car and drive away, leaving her awake, hugging her pillow and taking in the scent of him on the pillow case.

It had been three months like this.

Stolen moments here and there in the hospital, him sneaking over to her place in the middle of the night when Cameron would have a late shift at the hospital.

She knew that at the moment, they couldn't have more.

But she wanted more.

A lot more.

As she lay back on the pillow, looking up at the ceiling, she recalled back to when they first got together. It had been frantic, passionate, unyeilding.

But not unexpected…

TBC…