MY LOVE LIFE

Wilson dropped House off around midnight. He refused House's offer to come in for a nightcap. "Cuddy would kill me." It was true, so House let it go. Besides, that just meant he could get on with his little plan that much sooner. The lanky, slightly buzzed doctor gathered his bags and stumbled to the door. He fumbled with the lock while Wilson sat in the car, waiting to see if Cuddy had finally come to her senses and had the locks changed. She hadn't, and in a minute, House was gone.

The house was quiet. She hadn't waited up. House frowned. That wasn't part of the plan. Now he was going to have to wake her up and then she'd be grumpy and he'd have to do more to get her in the mood.

He walked quietly down the hall; not using his cane for fear the familiar tapping would wake her. He pushed open the door slowly. She was lying on her side of the bed, one arm stretched out toward his pillow. Perfect.

Wrapping his 'toys' had sounded like a good idea at the time but now he was cursing under his breath as he tried to quietly unwrap the one he thought were the handcuffs. It took two tries but he found what he was looking for.

She stirred a little as he pulled the cardboard backing off the package. He froze, waiting for her to wake up and yell at him, but she didn't. She just turned onto her side a little. That would work.

House crept around the edge of the bed and gently placed his fingers on her wrist. She didn't move so he quietly slipped one end of the Japanese wrist cuffs over her hand and gently pulled her arm up over her head, his eyes not leaving her face, watching for any sign that she might wake. Growing confident in his success he slowly, carefully lifted her other arm up over her head. She looked like an angel, sleeping so soundly, so trustingly as he looped the silk rope around a spoke in the headboard and slipped the other end on her other wrist. She stirred gently, but he kissed her cheek lightly and made soothing noises that seemed to pacify her.

She was in a nightgown. He realized now that he should have gotten her out of it before tying her to the bed, but that ship had sailed, so he slipped his hands beneath it, sliding the light cotton fabric slowly up her thighs. She kicked out her leg and tried to swat away whatever it was that was tickling her. That's when she realized she couldn't move her arms. "What? HOUSE!" She pulled at the wrist cuffs with frustration.

"I know what you did." He smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed beside her and looking down at her helpless form.

"I didn't do anything." She protested, trying to twist her wrists loose of their restraints. "Untie me."

"Now, why would I do that?" House ran a finger down her helpless arm and she shivered.

"Because I'll fire you if you don't." It was the first thing she could think of. She regretted it as soon as she said it.

"That's a lot of chutzpah for someone tied to a bed." House lifted the nightgown up over her hips slowly.

"You can't keep me here forever House." Her voice was menacing.

"Wanna bet?" House grinned. He knew he couldn't keep her there forever, eventually he'd get hungry and need her to make him something to eat, but for now it was fun to pretend.

"House," she struggled as she pleaded.

"So, I was thinking, you were right, I'm going to keep Foreman on the team." He was watching his finger as it slid slowly over her porcelain skin.

"Who told you?" Foreman wasn't officially resigning until tomorrow. There was only one way House could have known. "It was Wilson."

"If you knew the answer, why did you ask?"

"And you think I had something to do with it?" She was slowly putting the pieces together.

"I know you did." House pulled her nightgown up to her waist, revealing the fact that she wasn't wearing pants, of course he knew that already, but it was nice to have visual confirmation.

Cuddy shifted uncomfortably. She felt more exposed than if she had been naked. Perhaps it was knowing where House was focusing that made her feel vulnerable, but it was most likely the fact that she was tied up and couldn't stop him from touching her in any way he wanted.

"Foreman couldn't have gotten that job on his own." He leaned over and kissed her inner thigh.

"He's a good doctor," she protested, not that convincingly.

"Yeah, but he's not great." House slowly parted her legs. He was pleased to see how easy it was to do.

"That doesn't mean I got him the job. If you'll recall, I didn't want him to leave." She had no idea what a bad move that was.

"I know. And yet you did it anyway." He slid his hands slowly, painstakingly along her inner thighs. He knew the slow pace which was agony for him to do was even more agonizing for her, so he didn't pick up his pace until he reached his goal.

"And what is this? My reward?" She was pretty sure it wasn't.

"You think being tied up is a reward?" House leaned over and kissed the light tuft of hair between her legs, ignoring her protests.

"I do not…that's not what I meant…" she struggled to free her arms to no avail.

"You're the best girlfriend ever." House said, pulling her night gown up over her head. He chuckled as she started cursing and trying to shake it off. "Relax."His hands slid up her body, over her gently sloping hips, into the valley of her waist and finally over the swell of her soft, tender breasts where they remained, gently massaging her sweet mounds. "I thought you wanted your reward."

"I want…" she might have wanted to finish her sentence but the sudden sensation of House's tongue sliding not quite into her, but tantalizingly close to it, stopped her words in her throat and replaced them with an unauthorized moan.

"You want what?" House asked, sliding his finger up and down her lips, making them moist.

"I want you to take this nightgown off my face," she spat out quickly before he elicited another moan from her lips.

House stretched one long arm over her and pulled the nightgown down to her chin. "Better?"

"Much."

"Can I get back to what I was doing now?" He had stopped moving his finger and let it rest gently against her.

She tried not to smile. "Yes."

"You know," he said casually as he started stroking her softly, "you make it very hard to torture you."

"Is that what you're doing?" She lifted her head enough to look down the length of her own bare body and glare at him.

He looked up from between her legs. "Yes." He felt a little deflated. She was smiling at him, a triumphant little smile that he wanted to wipe off her face quickly. "And I think it's time to take it up a notch."

That got her attention. "House, don't, what, where are you going?" Where House was going was to his bag of tricks to get another little present for her.

"Bet you can't guess what's in here," he said, shaking a wrapped package.

"I don't know, but I'm pretty sure I won't like it, so if you don't want to spend the rest of your life in the clinic wiping the noses of snot nosed little kids, you'd better just put that right back where you found it and untie me."

"Hmmmm." House cocked his head and thought about it. "I don't think I can do that." He started to unwrap the package slowly.

"I'm not kidding House." She thrashed around a little, until she realized he was enjoying it. "House. Untie me and we can pretend this never happened."

"I don't want to pretend it never happened." He pulled something long and swirly pink out of its box. He had asked ahead of time if it had batteries already and was told it did. Still, he turned the little knob at the bottom to make sure and jumped as it started up.

"You don't need that." Cuddy had never been dissatisfied with House's equipment.

"I know I don't NEED it." House walked over to her slowly. "I didn't NEED to tie you up. But I certainly don't regret it."

"You will." She tried to close her legs, not wanting to make it too easy for him, but he once again anticipated her move and jumped on the bed between her legs.

"I can't wait." He slipped the vibrator between her legs and slid it back and forth. He had never seen her from quite this angle and watched her face as the vibrator worked its magic. He fought the urge to tell her how beautiful she looked as pleasure washed over her and she shut her eyes. Her lips were slightly parted and she was starting to breathe heavily.

House leaned over and kissed her, long and hard. She responded easily, hungrily, her tongue slipping into his mouth the way she had slipped into his life, slowly, silently and without his consent. His hand brushed the hair out of her face while the other hand continued to grasp his new toy, slipping it in and out of her slowly, then quickly, experimenting with it as he watched the effect it had on her.

She started out tense and nervous, the vibrator rang loudly in the room and she thought about Rachel, hoping it wouldn't wake her, but as new sensations washed over her, she slowly released the tension and the nerves and fully embraced the experience.

She had entertained herself with such toys before, but it hadn't felt like this. It hadn't been coupled with House's warm, sweaty hands sliding over her skin or his hot breath on her neck as he nibbled at her flesh. When she was alone she couldn't quite get it at the same angle he held it now and had never thought to hold it just right so that she began to shudder with pleasure.

"You like?" He whispered to her in short breaths.

"I like," she moaned approvingly.

"Great." House stopped what he was doing and pulled himself off her. "I'm going to go make a sandwich. Want anything?" He was on his feet.

"You bas…."

"Shhhh, you don't want to wake the baby." He grinned from ear to ear.

Cuddy growled between gritted teeth, "you get back over here and finish what you started."

"Oh, did you want me to finish?" He was smiling so wide it was starting to hurt.

"You…" she smiled, she grimaced, she grumbled and thrashed a little. "Get back here…" House was pretending to walk away. "I'm warning you House…"

"Oh, you're warning me?" House turned and looked at her. Damn she looked hot. "I don't think I like your tone."

"If you don't come back here and finish what you started my tone is going to be the least of your worries." She was glaring at him so hard he felt his chest contracting a little.

"Are you threatening me Dr. Cuddy?" He was walking slowly back to the bed.

"Yes, and if you think I can't make good on my threats then you don't know me at all." It was impressive how menacing she was lying there naked with her hands tied over her head. It was also getting him very excited.

House started undressing quickly. "Oh, I know you can make good. So, just because you asked soooooo nicely, I'm going to finish what I started."

He had finished undressing and threw himself on top of her, the vibrator left forgotten on the bed beside them as he stroked his cock quickly, building it up to its full glory. "Why did you get Foreman that job?"

"You want to talk about work, now?" She could feel his manhood rubbing against her leg. It was hot and hard.

"I want you to answer my question." He was teasing her with his cock, letting it rub against her swollen lips playfully, almost tickling her clit as it slid across her. House was a man with an amazing amount of self control. It was driving him mad teasing her like this, but he knew the payoff would be great and so he would put up with the frustration for as long as she could.

"Ben was looking for someone to run his neurology department…."

"AAAAAA," House made an obnoxious buzzer sound, "wrong answer." He tickled her clit a little harder.

She squirmed beneath him. "I don't need him anymore." She knew it was pointless to hold out on him. House was a very stubborn man when he wanted answers.

"Because you've got Pike?" House was piecing it together as he pressed his body down on hers and sucked her neck. He found it helped him think. "He's going to spy on me for you."

"He's not a spy."

"I don't believe you." He bit her gently then pulled away.

"I don't care."

"You should care. I hold your orgasm in my hands." It sounded worse than he'd thought it would.

"I made you hire Oliver Pike so he could watch you."

"Spy."

"WATCH. He's not reporting to me unless you do something dangerous."

"He's spying on me."

She realized that yes, Oliver Pike was hired to spy on House. "Fine, you win, he's my spy."

"That's all I wanted to know." House sunk down on top of her, pushing himself into her slowly. He felt her body respond, her back arching slightly as her legs wrapped around his waist.

He thrust himself deep inside of her, with each thrust pushing toward the spot that would drive her wild. He wanted to make her scream. He knew he shouldn't. He knew it would wake the baby sleeping so soundly in the other room, but there was something he found so satisfying in making her lose control; probably because Cuddy was always so in control, so put together, so organized and in charge. He had made it his life's duty to take her power away from her, to make her vulnerable, to make her need him.

She was already ripe from his teasing and it didn't take long for the slow, steady eruption to explode. She cried out, muffled into his chest, also cognizant of the baby in the other room. House felt her scream push into his flesh like a tsunami. It was an odd sensation, one he hoped to experience again some time, but not tonight. Tonight he was exhausted.

Cuddy cleared her throat as House was cleaning up the sticky mess between her legs. She rattled her arms to make her point. "You can get me out of this thing now."

"Yes, I could." House got out of bed and went to toss the facecloth in the hamper. "But do I want to?"

She was trying to think up the worst possible threat she could imagine when he walked over to her, bent down and kissed her so deeply her mind stopped working. She was so lost in that kiss she barely felt him fumble with her restraints and free her arms from their bindings. It was only when she felt her sleeping arms wrap tightly around his neck and pull him down on top of her that she realized she was free.

"Happy birthday," House mumbled into her mouth.

"It's not my birthday." She pulled away, letting him catch his breath.

"Well, Happy Thursday then." He pushed her lips open with his tongue as their mouths met once more.