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CHAPTER 32: Please read and comment.
It was late in the afternoon that Christmas Day when Cuddy, Chase and Sophie were sitting on Cuddy's couch, browsing through the copy of the Kama Sutra that House had bought Chase and Sophie for Christmas.
Kutner had left a little more than a half- hour ago, taking with him a Tupperware full of leftovers at Cuddy's insistence.
Cuddy and Sophie were more than a little drunk off of Cuddy's Eggnog, giggling as they discussed the mechanics of the various positions depicted in the book.
In addition, Sophie was checking off positions in the book with a pencil that Chase could possibly do with an injured ankle and a cut on his hand.
But Chase wasn't laughing that much.
It had been over four hours since Chase had taken one of House's Vicodin, and he could feel his ankle starting to throb again. His leg was still resting on the ottoman to keep the swelling minimal.
"Wow, this stuff wears off like clockwork," Chase said, exhaling hard and lolling his head back on the couch.
"You want the ice again?" Sophie asked him.
"Yeah," Chase replied.
Sophie leaned over to Chase, brushed a stray lock of blond hair out of his eyes and kissed him gently on his lips.
"I also have some Motrin in my purse. I'll get you some," she told him.
"Thank you, baby," he replied.
Sophie smiled, got up off the couch and went to retrieve her purse, which Cuddy had placed in her bedroom with all of their coats.
Chase watched her leave with a slight smile on his face as he shifted his position to make himself more comfortable.
"How's your hand?" Cuddy asked.
Chase took off the bandage that Cuddy had affixed to his hand and examined the cut, which had stopped bleeding hours ago. He wiggled his fingers and flexed his hand to make sure that he had full range of motion.
"Seems ok," Chase said.
"Thank god. Now I don't have to find another surgeon that House can manipulate," Cuddy teased.
"Right. I forgot. That's the only reason you're keeping me around," Chase joked back.
Cuddy shook her head, took another sip from her Eggnog and looked down at the book.
"Did that," Cuddy said with a slight grin on her face, jutting her chin at the rather intricate position on the open page.
"You did not!" Chase said with a laugh.
"Yes I did!" Cuddy insisted.
Chase looked back down at the book and arched his eyebrow.
"With HOUSE?" Chase asked in surprise.
"No. He can't stand up that way for that long," Cuddy said.
Chase snorted, taking a glance at his ankle, which seemed to be a bit more swollen.
"Cross that one off the list," Chase muttered, taking the pencil that Sophie had left on the couch and making a small "X" next to it.
Cuddy turned the page to another position.
"How about that one?" Cuddy asked.
"Looks ambitious. I'll be worn out by the end," Chase said.
"Maybe it'll stop him from snoring," Sophie said, having returned from the kitchen with the bag of frozen peas from Cuddy's freezer, a bottle of Motrin and a glass of water for Chase.
Cuddy laughed and held her palm out for Sophie, which she slapped with a grin.
While Chase, Cuddy and Sophie were in the living room, House and Wilson were in Cuddy's kitchen. Wilson was leaning against the counter, staring at House, watching him root through the fridge, hunting for leftovers to snack on.
"So what's with giving Chase Vicodin?" Wilson asked House.
House briefly turned around to face Wilson and then turned back to the fridge.
"He sprained his ankle," House replied with a shrug.
"So you gave him one of YOUR Vicodin," Wilson pressed.
"Didn't think that Cuddy's Midol would do more than take the edge off—" House began.
"What's going on with the leg?" Wilson asked.
House sighed in exasperation, found the Tupperware of sweet and sour meatballs and took it out of the fridge.
"You said you could spare the Vicodin, which means you're in less pain. How long has that been going on?" Wilson asked him.
At first, House didn't answer him. He limped over to the silverware drawer, took out a fork, opened the Tupperware and began to eat the meatballs that Cuddy had prepared cold.
Wilson folded his arms across his chest, still leaning against the counter, waiting patiently for House's answer.
"…A little over a month," House replied in mid- chew.
"So… since you've been with Cuddy," Wilson clarified.
"I've been exercising regularly. And by that, I mean having INCREDIBLY hot sex—" House began.
"You're HAPPY," Wilson interrupted.
"Yeah. Incredibly hot sex will do that to a person," House replied condescendingly.
"You're happy because you're with Cuddy, and that's why you're feeling less pain," Wilson said, slightly triumphant in his tone.
"Right. So now you're gonna tell me that the pain's all in my head, and I can manage the pain in different ways besides popping pills—" House began in annoyance.
"Nope," Wilson interrupted again.
House raised his eyebrows, truly surprised at Wilson's statement.
"I was just going to tell you that I'm happy for you," Wilson told him simply.
House's expression softened as he looked down slightly, away from Wilson's gaze.
"Merry Christmas, House," Wilson said, before leaving House alone in the kitchen.
An hour later, Chase, Sophie and Wilson said their good- byes to Cuddy and House, wished them both a Merry Christmas and left.
Cuddy closed her front door, turned around and leaned against it, facing House, who was standing with her in her foyer, leaning against his cane.
"Finally," House stated. "Admit it. You had a good time," Cuddy said, breezing past him down the hallway to her bedroom.
House smirked and began to follow her.
"The poker game was fun," House admitted as they reached her bedroom.
Cuddy sat down on her bed next to the box that contained the Catholic school- girl outfit that she had purchased, leaned back against the pillows on her headboard and stretched her long legs out in front of her.
"And the book?" Cuddy asked with an arched eyebrow.
"Didn't really get a chance to get a good look at it," House said, sitting down on the bed next to her, rubbing the top of her thigh.
"That's a shame. Some of it looked like fun," Cuddy said sexily.
House nodded slightly and reached under the bed, producing another wrapped present.
Cuddy's eyes brightened eagerly as she tore off the wrapping, revealing another copy of the Kama Sutra.
"Which is why I'm glad I took advantage of Borders' 'three for two' sale," House said.
He then leaned closer to her, moved her hair away from her neck and began to suck gently on her soft skin there.
"Feel like doing a little research?" House asked huskily, moving his lips down to her collarbone.
"I need to change first," Cuddy reminded him.
"Mmm," House agreed against her neck.
Cuddy placed her hand on his chest, pushing him back slightly.
"And YOU need to get one of the chairs from the kitchen and bring it back here," Cuddy added.
"Really," House said, incredibly intrigued, looking into her eyes.
Cuddy stared right back at him, her eyes dancing with lust.
"REALLY," Cuddy replied.
She then got up from the bed, taking the box containing her costume with her as she headed for the bathroom.
House watched her leave the room and then hurried to the kitchen as fast as he could go.
A few minutes later, House quickly returned to Cuddy's bedroom a few moments later, with one of the kitchen chairs she told him to get.
But Cuddy wasn't in the room.
He placed the chair in the room between the bed and the bedroom door.
"Is the chair in there?" Cuddy's voice suddenly asked.
House looked around the room in exaggerated motions for her.
"Did you install a hidden microphone when I went to the kitchen?" House called out, knowing that she was just outside the door, out of his view.
"Just sit in the chair and shut up," Cuddy said from outside.
House sat in the chair with a grin as massive anticipation built up inside him.
Just then, Cuddy came into the room, wearing the naughty school- girl uniform.
And House's jaw nearly hit the floor.
The teeny white – neck V- neck top accentuated her perky breasts and exposed her tone midriff.
The extremely short red plaid skirt showed off her curvy hips and a$$.
The white knee high stockings and high heeled Mary Janes made her toned thighs look look even more delectable.
But it was her raven curls pulled back in pigtails that made House's heart hammer in his chest and his c*ck become rock hard in his pants.
"Sorry that I didn't have a pole installed," Cuddy said coyly, seeing his obvious arousal reflect in his eyes in the dim lights of her bedroom.
"No need," House managed to say.
She flicked on her DVD player, turning on some instrumental, rhythmic music that could have easily been heard in a strip club.
"You download this for me?" House asked, his eyes tracing her entire figure.
"You really wanna talk right now?" she purred.
"Not really," House said.
As the music began to play, Cuddy gyrated her hips to the pulsating rhythm, running her hands over the sides of the curves of her breasts, down her torso, down to her ass.
She turned slowly, revealing how short the plaid skirt was and the ruffles on the back of her panties, peeking out the bottom.
She looked back at him with a pouty expression.
His cock strained painfully against his jeans.
She slowly walked up to him and straddled him, making sure not to lean on his leg.
His eyes traced over the line of her neck, the curves of her breasts in the top.
The scent of her vanilla perfume and something uniquely her permeated his senses.
He slowly ran his finger down the middle of her top, thrilled to find a Velcro closure, barely holding it together.
He ripped open the top, tossing it onto the floor, revealing a white plunge demi bra, making her gasp in mock surprise.
"You want the skirt off, too?" she asked him against his hear.
"No way," House murmured back.
"The pigtails are a nice touch, by the way," wrapping his hands around her lower back, enjoying the feel of her tiny waist in his hands.
"I'll never understand why men find pigtails so sexy," Cuddy mused as she peeled his t- shirt off him.
House didn't bother to reply.
Instead, he pulled her in for a deep kiss, moving his hands down slowly to her ass.
He pressed her against his hard ridge, which was begging to be released from the confines of his jeans.
Cuddy moaned into his mouth, loving the way he took control of her.
He then reached up to her breasts and stroked her nipples over her bra with his thumbs, making her breath hitch.
"I LOVE doing that to you," House murmured into her mouth.
He explored her mouth with his tongue, peeling down the straps of her bra.
Cuddy was so overwhelmed by his kiss that she didn't even feel him unhook her bra from the back.
He peeled it off her shoulders and tossed it onto the floor.
He greedily took her breasts in his hand, engulfing one of her perky nipples hungrily into his mouth.
Cuddy felt wonderful pressure build up between her legs as he licked and suckled her nipple.
She gasped when she felt his teeth gently nip her areola.
House moved his mouth to her other nipple, giving it the same undivided attention. She combed her fingers through the back of his hair, encouraging him further.
"Stand up," he told her, looking up from her breast.
Cuddy complied as House slightly lifted himself up off the chair and quickly shrugged himself out of his jeans.
He then peeled her panties off her legs, past her knee- highs and heels, leaving the skirt still on her.
He pulled her back onto his lap, pressing her naked core against his hardened shaft, still covered by his boxer briefs.
"Let me take them off," she said, snapping the waistband of his shorts.
"Not yet," he told her huskily.
With that, House reached in between their bodies, his long fingers searching for that elusive spot inside her.
"Oh god…" she cried as he found her aching nub and began to make tight, delicious circles against it with his fingertip.
Cuddy's mouth opened slightly as intense sensations began to wash over her at his insistent touch.
House watched her face, becoming more aroused at the way she closed her eyes, dipped her head slightly forward, parted her full lips and rocked her hips against his finger.
"Come for me, Lise…" he begged her.
She quickened the rhythm of her hip movements slightly, feeling the pressure become more intense.
House dipped his head down and teased her nipple with his tongue, increasing the speed of his touch.
She cried out as her orgasm overwhelmed her.
He only allowed her a few seconds to recover before pushing her off him, removing his boxers and situated her back down on his lap, thrusting up inside her in one motion.
He grabbed her ass once more under her skirt, rocking her against him in a deep, slow rhythm.
She arched back at every thrust.
"… god…" House breathed, taking in the sight of her glorious naked torso before him, amazed that his deepest sexual fantasy about her was coming to life.
She pressed harder against him as he seemed to push even deeper inside her.
Their lips were millimeters away from each other's as House tipped over the edge exploding inside her, shuddering as he did.
She held onto him as tightly as she could, as if she'd never let go of him.
As their breathing relaxed, she leaned against his chest once more, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
"You ok?" he asked her.
"Never better," Cuddy replied blissfully.
House exhaled deeply, looking down at her.
"You think I can get you pregnant in this position?" he asked her.
That same evening, Chase and Sophie were back in Chase's apartment. Chase was sitting on his bed, leaning his back against two pillows that Sophie had propped up for him.
Their wrapped Christmas present for each other were on the bed next to Chase.
Chase's ankle was resting on top of a third pillow that Sophie found in Chase's linen closet. Sophie was sitting by Chase's foot, holding an ice pack on his ankle.
"How's that feel?" Sophie asked him.
"That's good. Thank you," Chase breathed, feeling the throbbing begin to subside.
"You can take two more Motrin in another hour," Sophie said, glancing at the clock.
"I'm glad House didn't see me fall outside. I never would have heard the end of it," Chase mumbled.
Sophie laughed slightly, running her fingertips over the top of his foot.
"You have sexy toes," Sophie said.
Chase smiled slightly, reaching over to caress her knee.
"You ready to open your present?" Chase asked her sweetly.
Sophie nodded and took the smaller of the two presents, wrapped in silver paper with a red bow on top.
"You open yours first," she said, her eyes sparkling.
Chase tore off the wrapping and his entire face brightened when he saw that she had bought him a Blackberry Curve.
"Sophie! Thank you so much!" he said happily, pulling her in closer for a kiss.
"Merry Christmas," she told him, kissing him softly, her lips brushing against his.
"How could you afford this?" he asked her.
"I've been on a hot streak at the tables for the past month," Sophie said with a shrug.
Chase arched his eyebrows, his smile still on his face.
"Jimmy said I needed to get out more," Sophie added coyly.
"You've really turned pro at 16?" Chase asked her, pulling her closer towards him once more.
"Well it sounds dirty when you say it like that," Sophie teased.
Chase waggled his eyebrows, waiting for her answer.
"Yeah, I did," Sophie told him.
"That's the SEXIEST thing I've ever heard," Chase said, nuzzling his face against her neck, gently nipping on her skin.
"That feels nice," Sophie said, closing her eyes, tilting her head back to give him easier access.
"I suck at cards. You'll have to teach me some of your tricks," Chase said against her skin.
"And how are you gonna convince me to do that?" Sophie asked.
"I've got few ideas…" Chase teased, finding the hem of her t- shirt, slipping his hand underneath.
"Now you open yours," he added.
Sophie took the second box off the bed and took off the red and pink paper, revealing a box from Victoria's Secret underneath.
Sophie raised her eyebrows. "Lingerie?" she asked suspiciously.
Chase tilted his head slightly. "Open it up and find out," he said with a slight grin.
Sophie opened the top of the box.
Chase grinned as he watched her face light up upon seeing her present, two cotton v- neck nighties with delicate lace straps, one light pink and one white with a subtle tiny floral print. The v- necks of both nighties were detailed with an eyelet pattern, giving them an innocent, sweet look.
"Oh, Robbie," Sophie said, taking them out of the box.
"You really like them?" Chas asked her.
"I love them," she replied sincerely, running her fingers over the incredibly soft fabric of the pink nightie.
"Look underneath the second one," he said.
Sophie moved the nightie aside, revealing two pairs of bikini cut panties that matched the nighties in the box, causing Sophie to blush slightly.
Chase smiled, finding it endearing that she could joke about Kama Sutra positions in front of his boss, but would blush at a pair of panties.
"…You said you like cotton," Chase said softly.
"I do," she replied, matching his soft tone.
Later that night, Chase and Sophie were lying in Chase's bed underneath his blanket.
Sophie had put on the white and flowered nightie and matching panties for him, her head resting against his bare chest.
Chase's ankle was still propped up on the pillow.
They lay their together in each others' arms, enjoying the silence when Sophie suddenly felt a chill, causing her to shiver.
"Are you cold?" Chase asked her.
"I'm all right," she replied.
"You're shivering. I'll go get us another blanket," Chase said, letting go of her as he sat up and swung his legs over the bed.
But as he put both his feet on the ground, he felt a sharp pain radiate from his left ankle and travel all the way up his leg, causing him to fall. Sophie jumped out of the bed and rushed to help him up.
"Honey, are you ok?" she asked him worriedly.
"I can't put any weight on my leg," Chase said, wincing from the pain.
"I'll take you to the hospital tomorrow for an X- Ray," Sophie said, helping him back on the bed.
"My ankle's not broken. An X- Ray won't show anything but a broken bone," Chase told her. "Then get an MRI," Sophie told him.
"I don't NEED an MRI! Stop trying to diagnose me!" Chase said, a bit more harshly than he had intended.
Sophie flinched slightly, surprised at his outburst.
"…I'm sorry," she said, barely above a whisper, looking away from him as he examined his ankle.
Chase looked up from his leg and at Sophie, feeling awful for raising his voice to her.
"No. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snipe at you," he apologized, caressing her bare knee as she sat next to him.
"You didn't. I was being annoying. My friends tell me the same thing—" Sophie began.
"You weren't being annoying," Chase told her gently. "I guess…" he began, trailing off.
Sophie met his gaze, waiting patiently for him to finish his thought.
"…I just… haven't had someone take care of me in a really long time," he admitted.
"…You think you'll be able to get used to it?" Sophie asked him.
Chase cupped her chin as he gazed at her lovingly.
"Yeah, I think so," he said.
Chase leaned closer to her and kissed her softly once. He then brushed his lips against her again, over and over as he pulled her closer and lowered her back onto the bed. Sophie lay on her back as Chase pressed his body against her on top of her, moving his left ankle away from her legs as he did so.
"Are you sure you can—" Sophie asked.
"What? Make love to my girl? The pain's not in my pants," he quipped with a sly grin.
"I love being your girl," Sophie told him sincerely with a smile.
"And I love you," Chase replied, capturing her lips in a deep kiss, ignoring the pain in his ankle as she wrapped her legs around him.
Chase awoke early the next morning out of a deep sleep, at around five AM.
His ankle was throbbing in tremendous pain.
Sophie was still asleep, naked against him, her head resting in the crook of his shoulder.
Chase reached over to his night- stand for his cell phone as carefully as he could, trying not to wake her. As he did, Sophie moaned softly, rolling off of him, turning away from him, still asleep.
Chase ran through the contacts in his phone and found the number for Radiology. He pressed "SEND," waiting for someone to pick up on the other end.
"Yes, this is Dr. Robert Chase…" Chase said when someone picked up.
He pulled the blanket off him to look at his left ankle, noticing that the swelling was back to its original size.
"…I need to schedule an MRI," Chase said into the phone.
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