FF: Song for an Autumn Night
Title: Song for an Autumn Night
Author: Ellie
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Through “Que Sera Sera”
Summary: “More than heard, she felt the warm exhalations of House, singing so quietly into her hair that the sounds almost vanished before it crossed the inches to her ear.”
Author’s Notes: I’ve given up trying to figure out the calendar the writers are working from. Title is somewhat inspired by Gordon Lightfoot’s “Song for a Winter’s Night.”
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The sky had been a heavy, ominous gray all afternoon, and as she’d driven home, it had warmed to a softly glowing pink that hinted at an early first snowfall. Waking now, in the early hours of morning, it wasn’t the muffled silence of snowfall she heard, but the soft ping of sleet against the window.
There was something else, too, just on the edge of her hearing. More than heard, she felt the warm exhalations of House, singing so quietly into her hair that the sound almost vanished before it crossed the inches to her ear. His left hand, wrapped around her, picked out chords on her wrist, and his right played the melody on her hip.
She wasn’t pregnant and he had a litany of police charges looming over him, but tonight, this would have to be enough. Keeping her eyes closed, she just savored being here listening to him and the weather while snuggled warm under his long body and piles of downy blankets.
“I think you’ve got a few too many ‘nah nah nah nah’s in there.”
His fingers tightened on her hip, and pulled her infinitesimally closer, letting her feel him, half-aroused, against her. “The last half is nothing but nah nah nah nah nah. It can go on forever.”
“You’ll look crazier than normal shuffling down the hall, muttering that to yourself at work tomorrow.” She shifted back, enjoying the hitch in his breathing as she pressed against him.
“Ah, but the beauty-“ his lips brushed the nape of her neck “-is that it can also stop any time.”
“Oh?” She pulled away, feeling the cool air of the room slip in against her back. “You want to stop?”
Trapped by his hands, she hadn’t gone far, and he easily pulled her back to him. “Oh no. That’s not what I said.” The hand on her hip pulled her up a bit, as the other traced slowly down her abdomen, deftly slipped between her thighs.
Now, she could feel him fully aroused behind her, and as his fingers found their way to her clitoris, she quickly joined him. Twisting her hips just a bit, his fingers drifted lower, tracing her entrance, taunting. “Tease,” she mumbled breathily.
“No one I love teasing more,” he said, slipping one digit into her as she sighed.
She chose not to think about that statement too closely. Never would she hold him to the things he said in bed. Clenching around his finger, she said, “I don’t think this is what either of us really want.”
In a delicate bit of maneuvering, his hand left her feeling deprived for just a moment before shifting them both slightly and slipping into her from behind. He moved slowly at first, and she could feel the drag of his scarred thigh against the back of hers. Reaching back, her hand traced along it briefly before he caught it with his own, tugging them both back down between her legs. The tangle of fingers, stroking just so, and him driving into her a little faster, a little deeper, hitting just the spot, was steadily driving her to the edge.
House’s breath was hot, the panting waves blowing past her ear. It took her a minute to realize that it wasn’t just his ragged exhalations, but a steady “nah nah nah nah nah” in rhythm to his thrusts. Then she laughed, and it was no stunning explosion, but a warm pleasure that radiated through her in just the right way.
It was the laughter that did him in, too, she knew. The way her muscles contracted, the way her laugh never failed to affect him. Neither of them laughed enough, and it made things all the sweeter now.
Minutes later, exposed skin cooling in the air and conjoined skin starting to stick together, Cuddy slipped from the bed, quickly traversing the cool floor to the bathroom and back. When she settled back against him, she asked, “How did the appointment go?”
A rumbling sigh escaped the chest under her ear, and she worried she might get no response from him. “His initial advice was to take a plea bargain. I refused, and agreed to pay him a small fortune to represent me.”
Her arms around him tightening, she could feel him respond in kind as she said, “This is just going to get uglier.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Somebody has to. You aren’t.”
“That’s what I’m paying the lawyer to do. You just worry about little Jude there.” He patted her abdomen.
“Oh, absolutely not! I’m not explaining that name to anyone.”
He laughed then, relaxed and warm against her, and she felt herself drifting back to sleep. She wasn’t pregnant but he wasn’t in jail, and that would have to be enough tonight.
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End
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Author: Ellie
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Through “Que Sera Sera”
Summary: “More than heard, she felt the warm exhalations of House, singing so quietly into her hair that the sounds almost vanished before it crossed the inches to her ear.”
Author’s Notes: I’ve given up trying to figure out the calendar the writers are working from. Title is somewhat inspired by Gordon Lightfoot’s “Song for a Winter’s Night.”
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The sky had been a heavy, ominous gray all afternoon, and as she’d driven home, it had warmed to a softly glowing pink that hinted at an early first snowfall. Waking now, in the early hours of morning, it wasn’t the muffled silence of snowfall she heard, but the soft ping of sleet against the window.
There was something else, too, just on the edge of her hearing. More than heard, she felt the warm exhalations of House, singing so quietly into her hair that the sound almost vanished before it crossed the inches to her ear. His left hand, wrapped around her, picked out chords on her wrist, and his right played the melody on her hip.
She wasn’t pregnant and he had a litany of police charges looming over him, but tonight, this would have to be enough. Keeping her eyes closed, she just savored being here listening to him and the weather while snuggled warm under his long body and piles of downy blankets.
“I think you’ve got a few too many ‘nah nah nah nah’s in there.”
His fingers tightened on her hip, and pulled her infinitesimally closer, letting her feel him, half-aroused, against her. “The last half is nothing but nah nah nah nah nah. It can go on forever.”
“You’ll look crazier than normal shuffling down the hall, muttering that to yourself at work tomorrow.” She shifted back, enjoying the hitch in his breathing as she pressed against him.
“Ah, but the beauty-“ his lips brushed the nape of her neck “-is that it can also stop any time.”
“Oh?” She pulled away, feeling the cool air of the room slip in against her back. “You want to stop?”
Trapped by his hands, she hadn’t gone far, and he easily pulled her back to him. “Oh no. That’s not what I said.” The hand on her hip pulled her up a bit, as the other traced slowly down her abdomen, deftly slipped between her thighs.
Now, she could feel him fully aroused behind her, and as his fingers found their way to her clitoris, she quickly joined him. Twisting her hips just a bit, his fingers drifted lower, tracing her entrance, taunting. “Tease,” she mumbled breathily.
“No one I love teasing more,” he said, slipping one digit into her as she sighed.
She chose not to think about that statement too closely. Never would she hold him to the things he said in bed. Clenching around his finger, she said, “I don’t think this is what either of us really want.”
In a delicate bit of maneuvering, his hand left her feeling deprived for just a moment before shifting them both slightly and slipping into her from behind. He moved slowly at first, and she could feel the drag of his scarred thigh against the back of hers. Reaching back, her hand traced along it briefly before he caught it with his own, tugging them both back down between her legs. The tangle of fingers, stroking just so, and him driving into her a little faster, a little deeper, hitting just the spot, was steadily driving her to the edge.
House’s breath was hot, the panting waves blowing past her ear. It took her a minute to realize that it wasn’t just his ragged exhalations, but a steady “nah nah nah nah nah” in rhythm to his thrusts. Then she laughed, and it was no stunning explosion, but a warm pleasure that radiated through her in just the right way.
It was the laughter that did him in, too, she knew. The way her muscles contracted, the way her laugh never failed to affect him. Neither of them laughed enough, and it made things all the sweeter now.
Minutes later, exposed skin cooling in the air and conjoined skin starting to stick together, Cuddy slipped from the bed, quickly traversing the cool floor to the bathroom and back. When she settled back against him, she asked, “How did the appointment go?”
A rumbling sigh escaped the chest under her ear, and she worried she might get no response from him. “His initial advice was to take a plea bargain. I refused, and agreed to pay him a small fortune to represent me.”
Her arms around him tightening, she could feel him respond in kind as she said, “This is just going to get uglier.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Somebody has to. You aren’t.”
“That’s what I’m paying the lawyer to do. You just worry about little Jude there.” He patted her abdomen.
“Oh, absolutely not! I’m not explaining that name to anyone.”
He laughed then, relaxed and warm against her, and she felt herself drifting back to sleep. She wasn’t pregnant but he wasn’t in jail, and that would have to be enough tonight.
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End
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