Chapter 15

With his hands caressing her sides, House kisses his way down from Cuddy's neck to the valley between her breasts.

They are inside her bedroom now, her back planted firmly against the mattress beneath them, his lips, now sucking gently on her right nipple before moving over to her left one.

As he swirls his tongue around the hard little nub, he hears a soft gasp escape from Cuddy's full lips, the fingers of her left hand moving through the hair on the back of his head.

They are still finding their way through the wreckage of the emotional typhoon which had occurred between them earlier inside her living room. Moving together towards the sanctuary they both need right now. This intimate and sacred connection between them, easing their souls as it brings them closer to the shoreline.

With his mouth traveling lower onto Cuddy's body, House places several soft kisses on her abdomen, Cuddy's hand now caressing the back of his neck as he takes in the scent of her skin, his eyes rising up to meet her gaze as he scoots back a bit onto the bed before lifting her legs slightly and placing them on his shoulders.

Cuddy looks back at him with smoldering plumes of grey fire, her heart exposed to him as much as her body is right now.

He gives her a soft smile in return, closing his eyes briefly as he turns his head, caressing her left inner thigh with the stubble on his jaw before kissing it gently and trailing more soft kisses down the toned muscle until he reaches the apex between her legs.

Without hesitation, House starts to caress her clit with long, lazy sweeps of his tongue, hearing Cuddy's approval as she let's out a soft moan, arching her back slightly away from the mattress.

"Oh God." Cuddy whispers with an ache as House lets out a deep moan of approval, lowering his tongue as he starts to gently probe her entrance with it.

Cuddy raises her hips up higher, her breathing, choppy and shallow as she looks down at him before throwing her head back onto the pillow.

Her mind as well as her body are now pushed dangerously close to the brink as she reaches out blindly with her left hand and grips onto the sheets beneath.

No one has ever made her feel this way, has ever adored her and teased her and made her feel wanted in this way with such confidence and gentleness all at the same time.

"Greg." Cuddy whispers with an ache to her tone while touching his jaw, needing desperately to feel him inside of her. Needing to look into his eyes as they become one as the world quickly fades into the background around them.

House feels his breath catch in his throat as he lifts his head and their eyes connect. The sight of her, naked, beautiful and wanting only him, still something that causes him to take pause. remembering the long and somtimes treachous road that had led him here and to the woman who understands him like no other.

As the silent message of his love her is conveyed with the glance between them, House starts kissing his way back up Cuddy's body, finding her waiting for him with a breathless smile before he leans down to capture her lips while at the same time guiding himself slowly inside of her.

A shiver runs up his spine as she moans loudly into his mouth, her arms wrapping around his neck as he fills her completely.

His is now completely at her mercy, even if she doesn't know it. His body willing to do whatever it takes to make her cry out in pure ecstasy.

"You feel so good" House confessed to her in a gruff whisper that is filled with desire as he breaks away from their kiss, looking down at Cuddy he then begins to slowly pump in and out of her warm and inviting body.

Opening her mouth, Cuddy draws in a breath as her hips begin to move in time with his thrusts, her hands gripping onto his shoulders as the incrediable sensation of him moving inside of her floods her brain.

Once more House captures her lips in his kiss, his tongue sinking into her mouth, his cock sinking deeper inside of her over and over again as she feels his shoulders tense.

They moan in unison now, their chins brushing and colliding softly against one another as they break the kiss and continue to lock eyes.

It is within their next combined thrust that House slides his right hand underneath her, lifting her lower back slightly away from the mattress.

Cuddy reacts by gripping the hair on the back of his head before pressing her body closer to him.

She doesn't need to say to him what she wants to do next. This unwritten language of lovers, leaving him to help in turning them both on their sides as he keeps himself buried inside of her.

Carefuly they move together until House is lying on his back as Cuddy straddles him from above.

Planting both of her hands firmly onto the mattress below her, Cuddy then begins to move her hips in a slow, circular motion, her grey eyes alive with the all of the things he brings out from inside of her as House looks up at her with his hands caressing her hips.

She is a goddess on top of him, her body moving like searing liquid heat as she arches her back and winds her hips, his mouth opening as he lets out a deep moan,

Leaning forward, Cuddy beings to feel the spark of electricity building between her thighs before it runs up the length of her back, her body teetering on the edge of her orgasm when House suddenly pulls her down closer to him, their cheeks brushing against each other as he bucks his hips harder up into her.

She cries out into the side of his face as he continues to hold her close with the two of them fused into one.

Breathing hard, House moves his hand up to the back of Cuddy's neck, his lips kissing her shoulder with a hunger as he feels her body tremble on top of him, the wave of her orgasm, washing over him and taking him with it as he releases inside of her.

For a moment they are both weightless and caught up in the spiralling divinity they have created, the room filled with nothing but the sound of their heavy breathing as they hold each other close as their bodies slow their movements.

Lifting her head from his shoulder, Cuddy places as soft, tender kiss on House's lips as his hands are running lovingly up an down her back.

She wants to stay like this forever, with him inside of her and the feel of his heart pounding against her chest, however because of the thought of how her weight may be effecting his thigh, she instead lets out a soft sigh and rolls off of him and onto the mattress beside him.

"Hey, just where do you think you're going?" House questions to her playfully in a low whisper as he pulls her closer to him while wrapping his arm around her waist and kissing the top of her head.

With a smile, Cuddy rests her head on his shoulder, her hand now placed upon his chest as she breathes in the scent of his cologne.

"You know, sometimes I still feel like it was my fault." House suddenly says to her in a careful whisper as he looks up at the ceiling.

Cuddy lifts her head. "What?" She asks him with a bit of confusion as to what he is referring to as her hand stays splayed over the span of his chest.

House pauses for a moment as if he standing at the edge of cliff, not sure of whether or not he should take that leap of faith.

"My Dad abusing me. Sometimes I think it was at least partly my fault." He clarifies for her as his voice grows softer and his thumb nervous starts to rub her lower back.

"How can you even think that?" Cuddy immediately questions with shock.

"I was a really bad kid. Pretty much the same as I am now. Always breaking the rules, always doing things my way." House tries to explain to her with a shrug, feeling incredibly awkward at the moment but forcing himself to say the thoughts that sometimes plague him because she deserves to know why he guards that part of his life so fiercely.

"Greg." Cuddy says to him softly while propping herself up a bit on her elbow. "You know there's nothing a child could ever do that would warrant a parent to abuse them." She stresses, still shocked that he carries that kind of guilt with him after all of these years.

House nods, keeping his eyes locked onto hers.

"I know, but I can't help but feel the way I do sometimes." He tells her as he opens up himself more to her than he ever has before, seeing in her eyes the understanding that he was so afraid would not be there.

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It is the next morning when Rachel Cuddy is gently eased from her slumber by the morning sun now peaking through the blinds in her room, caressing her face as outside, the birds are singing their praises to the warm, early autumn day.

Rolling onto her back the toddler lets out a big yawn, stretching her arms above her head as she opens up her eyes, a dreamy smile overtaking her face when the smell of pancakes is register by her tiny button nose.

The child then instantly sits up in her bed, her young mind now working feverishly on the implications of that well remembered smells means as she hurriedly jumps down out of her bed and starts running towards the hallway.

"Mommy?" Rachel calls out just as she reaches the threshold of Cuddy's bedroom.

"I'm in the kitchen honey." Cuddy yells back to her from further down the hall.

The smell of pancakes is growing stronger as Rachel makes her way further down the hall. Her mind nudging her closer to the memories of all those times she woken up to this smell before, mostly on the weekends when Mommy doesn't have to go work, and…when House would stay here with them and make her pancakes that look like Mickey mouse.

Entering into the kitchen the child stops dead in her tracks as her assumptions are confirmed. Her blue eyes growing wide as she gasps in surprise while looking over at House who is standing by the stove with her Mommy.

The two of them are smiling as they talk softly to one another, her Mommy rising up on her tip toes to kiss House on his cheek as he flips a pancake from ontop of the griddel.

"Hey!" Rachel exclaims as she walks further into the kitchen.

"Hey yourself." House replies back to her as he turns to face her.

Rachel furrows her brow at him before her big blue eyes dart over to Cuddy.

"Mommy, I thought you said House not sleeping over here anymore?" The girl questions.

Cuddy bites down on her bottom lip, pondering for the moment how exactly to explain House's presence to the child, of course not wanting to go into their fight last night that had ending in them making love in the early hours of morning.

"Well honey, you see…." Cuddy starts to explain.

"Listen kid, you're Mommy told me last night after you fell asleep that I had been in time out long enough, and …..if I was a good boy, I could start spending time with the both of you again." House interrupts, explaining to the situation to Rachel in the simplest terms possible so she could understand.

"Really?" Rachel asks him with a hushed whisper as her eyes now move over to him.

"Really. Now do you want Mickey Mouse pancakes or not?" House asks the child with a smirk while catching a glimpse of Cuddy who is smiling over at him.

"Yes!" Rachel yells, raising her clenched fists in the air as the most precious smile House has ever seen streches across the small child's face.

The End.

Well guys, as I said at the beginning of this fic, this story came about because of my muse who would not let me be until I wrote one last Huddy fic. I've always had the intention of ending this story before the new season started and thought this would be a good place to stop. I hope you all enjoyed reading Rules of Engagement as much as I enjoyed writing it and I thank each and everyone one of you for your great reviews and continued support of all of my Huddy fics! Now let's all sit back and see what Shore and Co. have in store for us on the show sicnce Huddy has FINALLY become canon!

VIVA LA HUDDY!