Cheap Mascara [ 4/? ]
Title: Cheap Mascara
[chapter name: Name Game]
Pairing: Thirteen/Cuddy
Word count: 429
Rating: M
Warning/spoilers: Femslash!
I am a terrible, terrible person who hasn't updated for over a year, so here are the previous chapters for you to refresh your memories. Gaahh, I suck.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Now for the main event!
Thirteen.
“Oh, God.”
Remy wasn’t really sure who that came from, one of many moans that escaped from their kissing, licking, fucking paradise. They hadn’t been at it for too long, afraid of raising suspicion from being in the elevator for such a long time. Someone was bound to notice that it was stuck between floors-most likely House.
A wave of what felt like electricity passed through Remy when…Cuddy?…Lisa?...What am I supposed to call her?...whispered, “We’ll save the foreplay for later.” She could just imagine the grin that had crossed whatever-I’m-supposed-to-call-her’s face when she’d said that, but Remy couldn’t really see it because she was preoccupied lower down her boss’ boss’ body.
She thrust faster and faster until she felt Cuddy (that felt the most natural) contract around her and finally, finally, the woman who had been preoccupying her thoughts for so long collapsed into her arms, covered with sweat, panting, smiling. “Remy,” she whispered, as if that was the only thought on her mind.
Cuddy.
“Remy,” she whispered. That was the only word she could think of right now, still coming down from the highest high she’d had in…days? weeks? months?...she wasn’t sure.
As her thoughts cleared, it slowly came to her that she was in an elevator in a hospital. The hospital of which she was Dean of Medicine. And she had just been screwed by an employee, both literally and figuratively. Alarmed, she put her clothes back on, hoping all the while that her actions wouldn’t be misconstrued by the younger doctor as rejection.
Glancing over, Lisa realized that Remy actually had the same view. Both dressed in under two minutes, and she released the ‘stop’ button, exhaling slowly. As the doors opened on the ground floor, a crowd was slowly revealed to the two exiting doctors. An elevator maintenance worker was crouched on the ground, trying to pry the doors open, while a gaggle of muttering nurses (did she see Wilson somewhere in there?) looked on. And, of course, House was there.
“Did you have a good time, ladies?” he smirked.
“Being stuck in an elevator isn’t ever fun, House. Dr. Cuddy almost had a panic attack in there. Go away,” Remy said sharply, retaining her cool exterior. Lisa was finding it more and more natural to call her ‘Remy’, a fact that she noted with some surprise before moving on to her admiration for Remy’s ability to lie so convincingly.
Lisa glanced at House and realized that he wasn’t convinced at all. It was time for some damage control.
“House, my office. Now.”
[chapter name: Name Game]
Pairing: Thirteen/Cuddy
Word count: 429
Rating: M
Warning/spoilers: Femslash!
I am a terrible, terrible person who hasn't updated for over a year, so here are the previous chapters for you to refresh your memories. Gaahh, I suck.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Now for the main event!
Thirteen.
“Oh, God.”
Remy wasn’t really sure who that came from, one of many moans that escaped from their kissing, licking, fucking paradise. They hadn’t been at it for too long, afraid of raising suspicion from being in the elevator for such a long time. Someone was bound to notice that it was stuck between floors-most likely House.
A wave of what felt like electricity passed through Remy when…Cuddy?…Lisa?...What am I supposed to call her?...whispered, “We’ll save the foreplay for later.” She could just imagine the grin that had crossed whatever-I’m-supposed-to-call-her’s face when she’d said that, but Remy couldn’t really see it because she was preoccupied lower down her boss’ boss’ body.
She thrust faster and faster until she felt Cuddy (that felt the most natural) contract around her and finally, finally, the woman who had been preoccupying her thoughts for so long collapsed into her arms, covered with sweat, panting, smiling. “Remy,” she whispered, as if that was the only thought on her mind.
Cuddy.
“Remy,” she whispered. That was the only word she could think of right now, still coming down from the highest high she’d had in…days? weeks? months?...she wasn’t sure.
As her thoughts cleared, it slowly came to her that she was in an elevator in a hospital. The hospital of which she was Dean of Medicine. And she had just been screwed by an employee, both literally and figuratively. Alarmed, she put her clothes back on, hoping all the while that her actions wouldn’t be misconstrued by the younger doctor as rejection.
Glancing over, Lisa realized that Remy actually had the same view. Both dressed in under two minutes, and she released the ‘stop’ button, exhaling slowly. As the doors opened on the ground floor, a crowd was slowly revealed to the two exiting doctors. An elevator maintenance worker was crouched on the ground, trying to pry the doors open, while a gaggle of muttering nurses (did she see Wilson somewhere in there?) looked on. And, of course, House was there.
“Did you have a good time, ladies?” he smirked.
“Being stuck in an elevator isn’t ever fun, House. Dr. Cuddy almost had a panic attack in there. Go away,” Remy said sharply, retaining her cool exterior. Lisa was finding it more and more natural to call her ‘Remy’, a fact that she noted with some surprise before moving on to her admiration for Remy’s ability to lie so convincingly.
Lisa glanced at House and realized that he wasn’t convinced at all. It was time for some damage control.
“House, my office. Now.”