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Chapter 5: Disorientation.

Swaying.

She was swaying in his arms, the movement of her body against his lap an unstoppable loss of sense of direction.

The confrontation of need remaining the only barrier between them, they couldn’t set any sort of pace in their love making. Their frantic kisses putting them at loss of breath.

Progression would ensue but not at this precise moment where they parted and looked into each other’s eyes. A moment of awareness had settle in her blue grey ones, she was in love with that man and he just couldn’t tell her how he felt about her. But she knew he would show her. His eyes were filled with emotions she not only couldn’t describe but had no intention to question. Instead she put the palm of her hand against his cheek and rested her forehead on his, “I’m not using you.”She whispered, “But if you really think I should leave, I will.”

He moved his hands up her shoulder, from behind and said, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You can’t hurt me.” She retorted, inhaling deeply.

“There are things I can’t seem to be able to control these days and you’re among the first who have noticed it.”He explained, never breaking the contact with her.

“I trust you.” She said, not giving him anymore chance to back up. She wanted this and there wasn’t any reason for her to let go of him. She grabbed her shirt and slowly lifted it up her head and threw it to the ground. House observed her every move; she took his hands and put them back on her shoulder. Her hands were caressing his arms above the fabric of his shirt, asking to roam his hands over her bare chest. House brought his face up to her once more and met her mouth and started kissing it once more, “Have I told you that you smell of cigarette?”She murmured against his mouth before he moved it to her jaw line, “Maybe.” He simply answered and then moved to kissing her breasts. She didn’t push the questioning any further and started unbuttoning his shirt. House’s hand left her upper body to go work on the hem of her jeans, he unbuttoned it and as if the sound of unzipping it had triggered something, a hasty progression ensued. Their rhythm got back to being frantic and she helped him take off his shirt fast.

Her hands tried to touch everything her position on top of him would allow her to, she brought her face to the crook of his neck. Her knees that had been resting on each side of him, which had been supporting all her weight wouldn’t prevent her from practically taking her with him in their quivering session. She worked on his jeans and then lowered them to accelerate what was inevitable now. She got off him to take off her jeans properly and went to straddle him back. She started rubbing herself against him and as she involuntarily tilted her head back from sensing what an act such as this one could do to two people, he made his entire upper body reach out to hers and fiercely brought his mouth to her neck, kissing every part of it he came in contact with. The couch would be enough for what they wanted from each other, he would be what she wants him to be and he would tell her how he feels for a moment. The point wasn’t to make it last, it was to make it erratic and passionate. It didn’t mean she wasn’t expecting him to be rough. House wasn’t experiencing anything but her and he was thankful for that. He needed to be there, the whole time, with her, making her feel and feeling her. She took the upper hand and guided him inside her and in an instant her mostly dominant position was reduced to a mere impression. He pinned her down completely on top of him, preventing her from doing any work and started thrusting hard. For about a minute he kept making her gasp with each and every movement. Her eyes rolled at the back of head, his attention to her a compromise between affection and basic need. He then started to slide in and out of her faster and faster, her moans becoming obvious to him. She would squirm uncontrollably on top of him; her body couldn’t get any closer to his. His, was doing all the work and she would just end up being his.

Whether the act was a mere fantasy from his part or a proof that she was the object of his affection, it couldn’t stop her from loving and enjoying it fully. She didn’t even bother to wonder how he could pull a stunt like this one, although the probable pain in his leg should have been a triggering factor. That loss of control: making her crave for an accumulation of this non awareness she was giving in to him. Their mutual panting becoming as extreme as the sweat that had form on their bodies, she eventually came, trapped in his arms until he followed after her. He let go of her grip on her, enjoying this insane moment where a pleasuring disorientation can bring two people nowhere but together, the thought of the aftermath still buried in between the contact of skin against skin. She moved her face to the crook of his neck once more and kissed it a few times. House had his eyes closed, completely out of phase by what had just happened. She let go of his neck to study him and put her hand in his hair, caressing his scalp slightly. She thought he was still enjoying his own pleasure, a moment of privacy each of them obviously needed, in peace with the darkness his closed eyes were offering him. She smiled at the idea that House could be so peaceful. She put her mouth back to his ear and said just above a whisper, “I love you so much.”

This was as honest as she could get with him and a rush of flashes came back to him, what he thought was gone appeared once more. From behind glassy eyes, his brain was trying to make sense in between what was real and what was just his imagination or the pseudo emotions planted in his head, “Get off me.” He suddenly yelled, pushing her away from him. A stunned Cuddy watched him get off the couch and pulling his pants up, “House, are you okay?” She tried to ask.

“Get out!” He yelled once more rushing to his bedroom, coming in without looking back at her; he slammed the door shut at once.

Cuddy put her jeans back on and picked up her shirt from the ground, she walked to his bedroom while covering herself entirely again. “House, what is going on?” She asked from behind the door, hitting it with the palm of her hand a couple of times.

“Just get the fuck out of here!” He screamed as he fell down alongside the door, a headache forming at the back of his head once more.

“Is it because I’ve said it without you asking me? Is that it?”She asked, anger had risen in her tone. She would cry if there wasn’t going to be any resolution to this.

“Leave me the fuck alone, Cuddy!” He screamed some more, sensing his heart rate elevating. His brain activity was making his head want to explode.

“I’m not leaving! I need you to stop shutting me out, House!”She started crying, hitting the wall a couple of more times, “Open the damn door!”

“I need you to fucking leave….NOW!” He screamed again, the pattern setting itself in his brain once more, emotions getting to him in between flashes.

Pain- Vicodin-

Why was his head hurting him now?

Bourbon- A man-

House hated those visions of himself, desperation and misery suddenly accentuating the fact that he was a piece of shit.

A woman-

Her own personal piece of shit; nevertheless, an obsession to him.

Pain- Vicodin-

The throbbing pain in his leg getting insanely hard for him not to pass out, he was screaming in agony.

“House!” He kept hearing her scream.

Sex- Affection-

It was different, not the way it had happened a couple of minutes before this pathetic breakdown. Tough but passionate love where he was letting her be the one she’s always wanted to be.

Need-

Thinking he needs her that way.

Anger-

And she is no better than any other woman for letting him do as pleased.

“House, please just let me in!” He could hear her beg in between cries again. The loud banging in his head making it impossible for him to know what the hell was happening with him anymore. His thought process reaching the edge: from a true intention to a false explanation.

Resolution-

Trying to take away all those images, he put all his energy on his feelings for her. Love, even more as it would fit in the category of adoration and of constant need.

A solution- Death-

The annoyance his pain and constant banging as well as begging from her irritating voice got to him, he had to end this revelation that he wasn’t self sufficient to himself and also, he wanted to fucking shut her up. “SHUT UP!” He groaned but she kept yelling. He got up as if he had just got a shot of adrenaline. He could tell his heart was pumping extremely fast and he opened the door in once swift move. His body taking control over his brain, he eventually lost it all as if he could see his limbs ready to go into overload at the expectation of going after a prey.

The look in his eyes told her something wrong could happen any minute now; she just didn’t know what it could be. Her instinct crushing her trust in him, she made a few steps back, trying that very moment to gauge his entire being.

“I’ve told you to leave!” He suddenly groaned while rushing to her. He firmly put his hands around her neck and started squeezing the life out of it. Cuddy’s eyes went wide from what he was trying to do hit her as well as the incapacity to breath he was causing her. Instinctively she put her hands on his arms, trying to stop him, only she couldn’t. “I don’t want to kill you, Cuddy.” He groaned through gritted teeth even though he was seconds away from killing her by strangulation. Her agony wasn’t getting to him. Nothing was, he just couldn’t stop himself, “I’m killing you…primary target… Lisa…” He groaned again and in a matter of seconds, someone crack the front door open and moved in the direction of the scene and tasered him fast, the electricity making House squirm in pain. He eventually let go of his hold on her neck and fell to the floor, the shaking of his body making him hurt his head against the nearest table. Cuddy fell to the floor as well and grabbed her neck, trying to catch her breath. Making sense of what had just happened and what was happening this very moment being an impossible thing to do.

Peter checked the unconscious man’s pulse and then yelled, “You stay the hell away from her, you monster!” Cuddy heard the individual’s voice and recognized it instantly, “Peter?” She said, choking.

“It’s alright, I’m here.” He said, turning around and rushed by her side, “It’s okay.” He hushed her, taking her in his arms.

“He…” She tried to say.

“Shh, I’m with you, I’m here, everything is going to be fine.” He hushed her.

Another voice suddenly barged in the moment, “I heard some noise…. What the hell happened?” The other man’s tone changed as he saw the sight before him.

Peter turned his head back slightly and said, “Murder attempt. Are you going to stand here and do nothing or call 911?”

The other man just rolled his eyes and picked up his phone. “Hi, my name is Josh Harvey; there has been a murder attempt… Yes, the person is fine… yes.”

A trembling Cuddy couldn’t stop staring at the inert body on the floor. The body of a man she would trust with her life and her heart.

Pain in the horizon of an unconscious mind is what awaits who these helpful men had decided to refer to as Patient X.

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