A drabble in spirit
Because technically it's not a drabble. But it was written for the House/Cuddy drabble-a-thon so it is in the spirit of a drabble. Written for the prompt: fingerpaint
“Oops.”
“House.” Cuddy’s voice was equal parts amusement and frustration as his tongue erased the error. “The point of body paint is to slap it on so you have an excuse to lick it off.”
“I am licking it off.”
“Not all of it.” Her belly twitched where he touched her. “What are you doing?”
“You....” His finger drew a line across her hip. “Are my canvas.”
“It’s sex, House, not art.”
“Have you no soul?”
“I have horniness,” she said bluntly, but she remained sprawled on the bed, her arms lifted over her head. And he continued to dip his fingers in the chocolate body paint and draw delicate lines, using the shape of her body, the swells and the shadows, to guide him.
“Come gaze upon my masterpiece.” House took her hands and pulled her gracefully from the bed. He continued to hold her hands so she wouldn’t smudge his artwork as he turned her to face the full-length mirror in the corner.
“It’s....” If she didn’t know better, she would think her body was draped in chocolate lace.
Each line, each delicate swirl both concealed and revealed her body and turned it into something new and strange.
“Good, huh?” House pressed up behind her and lowered his head to kiss her shoulder. “Now we can lick it off.”
“No.”
“Excuse me?”
“You don’t lick art.” She turned her head to meet his incredulous gaze. “Would you lick the Sistine Chapel?”
“If it had breasts like yours, absolutely.”
“It took you half an hour to paint it on. You don’t want to take a few minutes to enjoy it?”
“I plan to enjoy it.” His eyes caught hers in the mirror. “How about if I promise it’ll take at least that long to lick it off?”
Cuddy pondered that promise as his hand caressed her shoulder, his fingers dipping down to trace the line where the body paint crested the swell of her breast. “Really?”
“At least.”
“I never realized art appreciation could be so…hands on,” she said as he lowered her to the bed again.
House gave her a sly grin. “That’s because you’ve never been in the hands of the right artist before.”
“Oops.”
“House.” Cuddy’s voice was equal parts amusement and frustration as his tongue erased the error. “The point of body paint is to slap it on so you have an excuse to lick it off.”
“I am licking it off.”
“Not all of it.” Her belly twitched where he touched her. “What are you doing?”
“You....” His finger drew a line across her hip. “Are my canvas.”
“It’s sex, House, not art.”
“Have you no soul?”
“I have horniness,” she said bluntly, but she remained sprawled on the bed, her arms lifted over her head. And he continued to dip his fingers in the chocolate body paint and draw delicate lines, using the shape of her body, the swells and the shadows, to guide him.
“Come gaze upon my masterpiece.” House took her hands and pulled her gracefully from the bed. He continued to hold her hands so she wouldn’t smudge his artwork as he turned her to face the full-length mirror in the corner.
“It’s....” If she didn’t know better, she would think her body was draped in chocolate lace.
Each line, each delicate swirl both concealed and revealed her body and turned it into something new and strange.
“Good, huh?” House pressed up behind her and lowered his head to kiss her shoulder. “Now we can lick it off.”
“No.”
“Excuse me?”
“You don’t lick art.” She turned her head to meet his incredulous gaze. “Would you lick the Sistine Chapel?”
“If it had breasts like yours, absolutely.”
“It took you half an hour to paint it on. You don’t want to take a few minutes to enjoy it?”
“I plan to enjoy it.” His eyes caught hers in the mirror. “How about if I promise it’ll take at least that long to lick it off?”
Cuddy pondered that promise as his hand caressed her shoulder, his fingers dipping down to trace the line where the body paint crested the swell of her breast. “Really?”
“At least.”
“I never realized art appreciation could be so…hands on,” she said as he lowered her to the bed again.
House gave her a sly grin. “That’s because you’ve never been in the hands of the right artist before.”