Tuesday, February 15, 2005

Group Challenge Fic - House/Cuddy (Rated R)

So...after a long hiatus by me, here (finally) is the group fic. Enjoy and comment away! Yours truly did the after-bathroom section.

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They had both been feeling it for a few weeks now. The itch. The heat between them. The fire that only the other could extinguish. It happened every couple months or so. After all of the comments and looks thrown at each other, the struggle over who was in charge of the situation, neither of them could resist it anymore and they would end up in the same situation every time. In bed together. They both always knew when it was coming. The looks would get longer. The words would become harsher. It was like the wall was crumbling even though they were both fighting to keep it up. It was just a matter of who was going to break first. Who was going to show their weakness for the other first.

It looked like this time it was going to be her. She couldn’t concentrate on her work anymore. She spent all day and all night thinking about him, about the nights she spent with him. She hated to be the one to break first, but she needed it. Bad. It had been 4 months. Too long. It was just getting him alone to tell him. If he wasn’t with Wilson, he was with his staff, or Cameron was hovering over him. Well, she would just have to work something out herself. She was a woman of action after all. That afternoon in the clinic, she would do it then. She could work something out then, and neither Wilson nor his staff would be around. It was perfect.

That afternoon she walked into the clinic five minutes before he was due to arrive. She stood at the counter, flipping through charts, trying to look nonchalant. As the nurse looked away she grabbed the chart of someone that had already been seen in clinic that day and slipped it on top. She knew how he was. If he opened the door to an empty exam room he would seize the moment and sit in there as long as he could so he didn’t have to see anyone else.

“Dr. Cuddy, playing Mother Superior, making sure I’m where I’m supposed to be,” he said as he limped into the clinic.

“Well, you do have the attention span of a four year old, Dr. House,” she said back to him with a smile as she handed him the chart she had already placed on the pile while the nurse wasn’t looking. “Exam room four.”

She watched him walk away to see what he’d do when he got to the empty room. When he got there, he opened the door, looked in, stopped for a minute, turned around and looked at her, then walked in and closed the door. Perfect. He is so predictable, she thought. She waited a few minutes, not wanting to seem anxious, then headed herself to Exam room four.

“Dr. Cuddy, there’s no one in here,” he said with a sly smile on his face. He sat on the exam room table, apparently waiting for her.

“Yes, well I had to talk to you alone about something, and this was the only way I could think of to do it,” she said, closing the door behind her.

“I see, and what, exactly, would that be.”

“It’s been four months Gregg. I need to see you,” she said, hoping she didn’t sound desperate.

“But you see me everyday,” he said, knowing what she was getting at, but wanting to hear her say it. Just once.

“You know damn good and well what I mean. I’m not going to come right out and say it if that’s what you are hoping for.”

He sat there for a minute and looked at her. “Eight o’clock, my place,” was all he said. All he needed to say.

“I’ll be there.” And she walked out.

They didn’t see each other the rest of the day and it seemed to go by very slowly for each of them. Neither could concentrate much on their work. They had more important things to think about. Well, they were more important at the moment. They both went home and changed clothes and waited for the magic hour.

He was sitting in his apartment around 7:45 when there was a knock at the door. He grabbed his cane, got up and went to answer it. She was standing there in jeans and a sweater. “You’re early,” he said, taking in her appearance. He stepped aside and let her into his apartment. She walked in and took off her coat.

“Can I get you something to drink?”

She laughed. “There’s no need to woo me Gregg,” she said with a wink, “I’m a sure thing.” He let out a small laugh at this and walked over and kissed her. The kiss was light at first but it soon intensified with passion. It had been too long. Their tongues met and something exploded inside them both. They started taking off each other’s clothes in quick movements, never letting their hands leave the others body. As he removed her bra, he ran his hands down her back and left a trail of kisses down the side of her neck. “Wouldn’t this be easier in the bedroom,” he said.

He lay down on the bed and she lay beside him. They begin to kiss again as his hand moved to her breast. She arched her body into his hand and ran her nails down his chest. He moved his head down to her breast as he began to suck on her nipple while she ran her hands through his hair. She let out a sigh, pulled him by the hair and started to kiss him again. She then broke the kiss and began to slowly make her way up his body.

Now he felt no pain and it was glorious and anything seemed possible, even healing. He could almost forget his disability, except that was what kept him from doing a caveman on the lovely woman in his bed. The spirit was very willing to throw her on her back and hump her silly, but the flesh was disgustingly weak.

She wouldn’t have it, anyway. She’d always liked being on top. She loved being in control, so much so that a man was hard put to get so much as a moan out of her in the sack.

He heard a noise and frowned. Was that a sigh? He couldn't be sure with his head between her thighs. His face relaxed as he went back to plying his tongue in languid strokes, back and forth, side to side, around and around. Her hips moved like sweet silk as she danced to the rhythm his mouth set. He lost himself in the scent of her, the flavor of her, the satin of her skin, and forgot to listen for auditory signs of loss of control. Her movements suddenly quickened and he grabbed her hips, his thumbs slipping sensuously into the creases where her legs met her body. He held on and was rewarded by her soft moan of release as she came, stiffening then relaxing so suddenly she all but collapsed on top of him.

He hummed in satisfaction as he kissed her. Greg – 1, Lisa – zip… or maybe it's the other way around, he thought. She dismounted and settled next to him, staring at the ceiling. She turned her head when she sensed his gaze.

“Vanilla almond," he announced. "With a touch of peach."

"That's not what you said last time," she said.

"You tasted different last time."

She considered this. "Peach?" she said, looking skeptical.

He shrugged. "Maybe apricot."

"Why you connoisseur, you," she murmured, stretching luxuriously. He watched her extend her body, enjoying the view.

She rolled over to her side, facing him. She reached over and carefully wiped the vanilla almond peach-maybe-apricot off his nose. “You know, you haven’t lost your touch.” She sighed and smiled.

“Some things get better with disuse,” he said modestly.

She looked at him askance. “You expect me to believe that?”

He sighed. “The one time I’m not even close to lying to you and you accuse me of lying.”

“When were you close to lying to me?” she asked.

“Any time I said I didn’t want you.”

“You never said that,” she told him.

He frowned. “I didn’t? You sure?”

She reached over and trailed her hand down the center of his chest, all the way down to where things ended. “I'm sure." She took him in hand. "You never, ever said that.” He moaned as she clasped, pulled, squeezed.

“Careful," he said breathlessly. "You don’t want to break that.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” she said softly, and took him into her mouth.

She sucked the head of his penis. It was a Cuddy thing, she would never do a deep-throat. She claimed an overactive gag-reflex. “Nothing sexy about me puking all over you.” What she would do, however, she did very very well and she was doing it now. He lost himself once more, letting her sex him, letting her pull him until he was hanging on the edge, slipping. He disengaged. He didn’t want to come in her mouth. She lay again on her side, silently drawing circles with her finger on his wasted thigh. After a long moment in which he cooled slightly, he said

“If you want this, you’re going to have to take it… I’ve only got two good legs, now.”

She studied him for a moment. “One’s all you need,” she said, and straddled him.

He moaned as she guided him into her and sank slowly, to the hilt. Loud, open-mouthed, the sound he made was “Ahhh…” He was the noisy one; Mr. Cool, Calm and Sarcastic? Not in bed.

She dug her nails into his shoulders as she rode him. The slight sting of her abuse increased his pleasure, which he expressed in barely coherent words, “Ooh, ahh, yesss, mmmmh, yeah…”

"Greg, shut up!" she said, her eyes closed, concentrating. He tried, he really tried… well, maybe not that hard.

"Ah… oh, shit! Oh, Jesus…" She was digging into his shoulders so hard the sting was edging out of pleasure and into pain. He pried her hands off and held them, pushing her until she was upright. She let her head tip forward and her hair cascaded onto his face and shoulders, tickling. Another source of pleasure. He moaned. "Ohh, God…"

"Greg…" she said again, a touch of exasperation in her tone. It was hard to focus with all this noise.

He stretched his hands above his head, lowering her body again to his. He felt her tight nipples like buttons in the soft pillows of her breasts against his chest. He lowered her and their lips met, parted, and tongues exchange places in mouths. He tickled her with his beard stubble, against her chin, her nose, her cheek. She whispered his name. No exasperation now.

"So good," he murmured. She began to rotate her hips and a cog slipped in his reality. So good was suddenly a really silly thing to say. So he said her name and then he said, "I'm coming," and then he did and it felt like everything inside him was rushing to get out, out of him, into her. His heart, his soul, his blood, his semen. For one split second he was lost once more and then he cried out when he lost that, that nothingness, that bit of infinity, that place free of pain and regret, that split second of surcease. Gone too fast for him to even be certain it was real.

And then she came. He could feel her insides spasm around his softening stiffness and she surprised him by yelling. She never made noise in bed, ever. She'd always left the sound effects to him. She collapsed onto him again and he wrapped his arms around her, gently stroked her hair and thought of nothing at all as she slowly came down.

She fell asleep.

He craned his neck to look at her. "Lisa…" he said, shaking her.

"I'm trying to sleep here," she muttered.

"Lisa, get off me," he said.

She sighed and rolled off. Sighed again when everything that had come out, came out.

"Uh-oh," he said. "I think we forgot something."

She glared at him. "You better not give me a disease…"

"Disease?" he said, indignantly. "I make this huge donation of my DNA…"

"It wasn't that big," she said, getting out of bed.

"And all you can think about is disease?"

"We are not going to have any children," she threw over her shoulder as she entered the bathroom.

"What do you mean we?" he said, raising his head. She closed the door on her derisive snort.

He let his head drop back on the pillow and stared at the ceiling, a slight smile on his face.

She came back from the bathroom dressed in House’s burgundy robe and started gathering her clothes that were scattered around the room. House raised his eyebrow bemusedly.

“Wham bam thank you ma’am?”

She glared but then laughed. “Greg, you know that I have to work tomorrow, just like you. Unlike you, I still have to get home. I’d prefer to show up showered and dressed appropriately…”

“If you can call suits with lingerie tops under them ‘appropriate’…” he snarked after her as she wandered into the living room to collect the rest of her clothes. His expression softened since she wasn’t in the room to see it. “Not that they don’t look amazing on you.”

Cuddy stood in the doorway, smiling slightly with her jeans in hand. “And I’m sure I’ll see you in your equally ‘appropriate’ attire tomorrow. That is, appropriate if you were going to a frat party.”

“Well I did send the heels in for repair just yesterday…”

Cuddy snorted as she finished dressing. House watched her and cursed himself for being an idiot. Why do I have to be too damn proud to ask her to stay? “Wham bam thank you ma’am?” What the hell was I thinking?

A quick kiss on the cheek and House was alone again. Although it was barely nine, he stayed in bed for a while longer, staring deep in thought at the indentations that had been Lisa just a little while ago. Even some therapeutic piano playing and a glass of Black Label couldn’t help him to get a decent night’s rest. He finally got up for good around 4:00 and paced back in forth while deciding what the hell to do about the situation.

The next morning Cuddy looked at House in curiosity when he arrived. He looked…off. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but something was definitely up with him. For one thing, the usual sarcastic greeting was missing. He didn’t so much as glance at her – just blew by and went straight to the elevator. He also looked even more sleep-deprived than usual, if that was even possible.

She shook her head and left for her office. Who knows what goes through that man’s head. For the second day in a row she was completely unable to concentrate at work, rereading the same reports five or six times and even picking at her lunch. She hated this whole “love-hate” thing that was practically a cliché, but didn’t know how Greg would react if she told him that she was interested in something a little more than “let’s wait until we absolutely can’t stand it anymore and then have a one-night stand.” She still had trouble reading him even after working with him all this time.

All in all it was a nearly useless day at the hospital spent trying to come up with ways to speak with House about a relationship when she could barely even ask to meet him for a one-night stand. She was shutting down her computer and grabbing her jacket off the coat rack when she sensed that someone else was there. She turned around and House was in the doorway, leaning on his cane with both hands. Was that nervousness she saw playing across his face? I must be losing my mind to even consider that, she thought skeptically.

He stood there a moment, not saying anything. After a few beats he abruptly asked, “How many drinks would I have to buy you to get out of another week of clinic duty?”

“I’m guessing the same amount of drinks I would have to buy you to get you to actually fulfill your clinic duty.”

House eyed her. “You’re about half my size. I could drink you under the table.”

Cuddy responded with a raised eyebrow. “Is that a challenge?”

“I do believe it is,” was his reply.

“Well only one way to find out. I go to Barcode,” she tossed back.

House snorted. “A martini bar. You would.”

“And I suppose you go to Drunken McCripple’s.”

“Nice.”

“8:00, Barcode. If you want to win your bet.”

Cuddy brushed by House without saying another word, but she knew that he would be there.

6 comments:

soaranteagle said...

Excellent, Pip! It's great to have a sexy story combining these two. You've captured their personalities quite well. I like that "let's wait" thing you have them doing - so Houselike. Really enjoyed it.

Murph

Sanlin said...

Thanks for giving us poor souls out on the West Coast something to read while we wait the extra three hours to see "Detox." *mumble... mumble... "time zones..." ...mumble* LOL ;-)

It's funny... I had the impression that if House and Cuddy ever got past the work/hate "Great Wall of China" thing, they'd be an explosive combo and the claws would really come out... LOL Fun stuff. Thanks, crew! :-)

Hugs,
Sanlin

PipTook said...

Thanks Murph! I'm glad you liked it.

PipTook said...

Hey Sanlin - hope the episode was worth the extra wait for you. *G*

And you mean it wasn't explosive ENOUGH? It's funny - I've had all sorts of reactions from too much snark and angst to not enough. Seems people are very sensitive to their preferred level of H/C explosiveness.

I tried as a personal challenge to do a happy ending while still staying within character. What I took out in angst I tried to replace with snark.

(And as Saskia will tell you, my first ending was very different and VERY depressing.)

Sanlin said...

No, no, hon. I'm saying that y'all wrote this the way I had already initially mentally pictured the prospect of such an encounter between House and Cuddy. :-) I'm saying I believe you hit on the underlying heat/tension between these characters in exactly the right way. :-) Good work! :-)

And, oh, yes, "Detox" was worth the wait. Loved it. :-)

Hugs,
Sanlin

PipTook said...

Ah. I was just curious because I couldn't tell what you meant. I was expecially impressed with Kimberley keeping them in character during sex. Now THAT takes talent! *LOL*