Hey everyone! I'm back, at least for now. Couple of warnings for this chapter. One, there's finally smut! And two, this isn't my best. Lately, with my House hiatus and all, it's really affecting the content of my stories. Well, you guys be the judge and tell me what you think. I also didn't read it over, so there might be one or two mistakes in spelling. I hope none of you are losing interest in this story, the few of you that are still following it, even during my stupid hiatus. I hope my updates will be more frequent now!

Enjoy :)

They found their way back to the cave before dark. Cuddy placed her little basket where it wouldn't be damaged. It was too big to fit in a suitcase, so she would have to carry it onto the helicopter when they left. She figured that the island wasn't so bad after all. Between the beautiful sunny days, the waterfall, the salty sea air, and the peaceful seclusion with the one you love, it just doesn't get any better than this. Well, maybe indoor plumbing and a comfortable down feather bed to sleep on would make it a little better. "Did you bring those candles?" House asked. "It's too hot to sleep with the fire on tonight."

Cuddy opened up the front of one of her suitcases and pulled out a few lavender scented round candles that were thick enough to last a few days if lit constantly. If those failed, there was always flashlights. Cuddy definitely came prepared.

House groaned when he saw the light purple candles.

"What?" Cuddy asked, setting them down.

"You're going to make this cave smell like an old ladies club with those things," he complained with a whine.

"Lavender is not just for old ladies, House."

"The smell reminds me of my grandma coming over to play bridge with her old friends."

"It's all I had. If you don't like it, sleep on the beach," Cuddy said, throwing him a grin while digging for a box of matches.

As soon as she emerged them from her suitcase, House reached over and snatched them. They easily came out of her hand.

"House!" she said, instinctively reaching out to snatch them back before he pulled them too far away.

"You are not lighting those things in this cave," he said simply and hid the box behind his back like a baby thinking that once they were out of sight, they were gone and forgotten about.

Cuddy, fortunately, was a little smarter than that. She sighed and reached her hand out. "Give me the matches, House."

"No," he said stubbornly and folded his arms with a pout.

"In about five minutes it's going to be too dark to see anything, now give me the matches."

"Use the flashlights."

"Don't make me get up and get it," she said, keeping her arm stretched out across the gap between them.

"Oooh, I'm so scared," he said. "The big bad boss lady is threatening a cripple."

"House," she whined. The sun was setting and it wouldn't be long before the only thing they saw in the cave were each other's silhouettes.

"Come get it, Cuddles," he challenged. He took the item from behind his back and shook it to tease her. The full box of matches moved about, encouraging her to take the challenge.

Instead of doing so, a small smirk came to Cuddy's face. "If you don't give them to me, you get no sex for a month," she said, thinking she had him.

House spent a few seconds processing the horror of those words, but then shook his head. "Nah, too easy. Your sex drive is much more challenging than mine, Cuddles. You couldn't last two days without sex."

"House, I went five years without sex before we started sleeping together. If I can do it then, I can do it again."

House's eyes went wide. "Five years? Seriously?"

"Seriously."

"Good god woman, how did you survive?"

"The same way I will be if you don't give me those matches."

The look on her face told House that she wasn't kidding. Still, House was House and he wanted to keep the fun up. Having Cuddy at his mercy was ever so delightful and never got old.

"Come get it."

Cuddy had no choice. Rolling her eyes, she got to her knees and started to walk towards him.

He drew the box back. "Not like that."

Cuddy frowned. "Not like what?"

"For every step you take, you have to lose an article of clothing."

Cuddy chuckled unhumorously. "Go figure your miniscule mind would come up with some sort of perversion for me to get what I want."

House ignored that and pointed to her top. "Remove that first. I think the twins need to breathe."

"The twins are just fine, House."

House shrugged. "Okay then, remove those." He pointed to her pants. "It's been a while since I've petted the cat."

Cuddy make a face. The cat? "House, if you don't give me the matches, you'll never see "the cat" again," she threatened, smiling smugly after losing the frown.

"Cuddy, if you really wanted the matches, you could've came and got them. It's not like there's a barrier between you and me and I'm not much of a threat. You're enjoying the challenge."

Cuddy's shoulders slouched. "House, just give me the matches so we can have sex and go to bed."

House's eyes lit up like a boy on Christmas morning. "Really?"

"Yes."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

And just like that, House tossed her the matches. Cuddy grinned. "You're right, that really was easy."

She extracted a match from its home and lit the candles, one by one. The cave emerged itself in light, as if it were daytime outside. Cuddy looked around. "Much better."

"Whatever. Take off your shirt," he said, pointing to her top again.

"Why should I?" she asked, hiding the matches back in her suitcase.

House's face fell. "You said you would!"

"And that just goes to show that you're the one who can't go two days without sex. There's more to life than sex, House."

"But we're on our honeymoon!" House whined. "We're supposed to have sex all day and night."

"The begging for the matches wore me out. Turn around so I can change."

With a very loud, over-exaggerated sigh, House lifted himself onto his knees as swiftly as he could, reached out to grab her arm and pulled her to him. Instead of being angry, or upset that he made such a brisk move, she half expected it and giggled as she was pulled into his lap.

"Never keep your husband waiting when he wants sex."

Cuddy wrapped her arms around the back of his neck. "Mmm. Husband. That sounds nice," she purred.

"I know an even nicer sound," he said.

"Yeah? What's that?" she asked.

"Hearing you beg for more, if you know what I mean."

Cuddy shifted herself and straddled him, taking care not to disturb his infarction.

"Since you teased me, I think it's only fair I tease you a little, Dr. House."

House wore a very thin material shorts, so when Cuddy teased him by lightly moving her hips back and forth, he felt every stroke. It didn't take him long to berate her for teasing him.

"What goes around comes around," she purred in his ear before gently running the tip of her tongue along the side of his earlobe.

House placed both hands on each of her ass cheeks and encouraged her to move faster. Since she was wearing jeans, the pressure was stronger and the friction more intense. Instead of fighting him, Cuddy figured this was the best way to tease him. She granted his unsaid request and grinded her hips into him and felt him grow. When his body got tense and the encouragement quickened, that's when Cuddy stopped moving all together. House didn't like that one bit and groaned at the loss of movement.

"Why did you stop?" he breathed, missing her contact.

"Sucks to be teased, doesn't it?" she asked, and liked it that she was the one who gave the last smirk. It didn't happen often, especially not with House. Beating him at his own game was one for the hall of fame.

"Oh you evil, EVIL woman."

Cuddy chuckled. "Oh I know. Now should I make you finish on your own…or…finish what I started?"

"It's always good to finish what you start."

Cuddy sat back in thought. She knew House was in pain from what she did, but she couldn't help but think that he deserved it. Maybe this would teach him not to take her matches in the future!

"God woman, you're already stinking me out of this cave with that old lady scent and now you're depriving me of sex. Don't make me strip you."

Cuddy did have every intention of sleeping with him, but teasing him first was comical, and very necessary. But she had needs to and after seeing what she created in his pants, there's no way she was going to let that soften without her having some fun first.

She put her arms out to the side. "That sounds like a good idea, House. Come strip me," she said, saying the last sentence in the sexiest voice she could muster.

House didn't waste a single second after hearing that command. He stayed in a seating position and shifted himself over to her. She didn't move this time. Instead, she watched his eager fingers fumble with the button of her pants. He didn't even bother unzipping the zipper and yanked the shorts down. She helped him remove them, but before she could even bet them away, her bathing suit bottom followed. According to him, she was removing them a little too slowly for his taste and helped her. He held his arms around her while she straddled him again. He didn't let her get as far as taking her top off. As long as her bottom half was exposed, he was okay with that.

House wanted a quickie and Cuddy anticipated that. She got him excited too fast to take it slow. The way she was turned on after all the teasing, this wasn't the only round they would go tonight.

The only time he took it easy was when he entered her as soon as she straddled him. He wasted no time. Cuddy wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and hugged his head as she swallowed him all the way down to the base. Him penetrating her always knocked the wind out of her. It never failed.

She didn't expect him to take his time. The second after he was all the way inside her, the cave was lit up with their moans, groans, and eventually, screams of elation. They went at it like rabbits in heat. House did all the work. Cuddy was sure to have handprints at her sides from him grasping her so hard. Usually when they were sitting, Cuddy was the one to do all the work. She had no idea how House could have so much control on the bottom. That goes to show just how much of a sex god Gregory House really is.

A minute later, they both reached their peak, and their voices echoed off the rocks as they cried out one another's name in the narrow space.

Even though House did mostly all the work, beads of sweat also formed on Cuddy's forehead. It was hard to gain composure after that groundbreaking climax and House had to hold her up as her limbs went numb, body falling into his.

"I really hope you're not done," he breathed into her ear as her head rested against his. "Because I know I'm definitely not."

"Definitely not," she said, drawing her head back and planting a kiss on his mouth.

This was the start of yet another sleepless night.