FF100: Lisa Cuddy, 033, Too Much
Title: Slow News Day
Fandom: House M.D.
Character/Pairing: Lisa Cuddy, Gregory House
Prompt: 033, Too Much
Word Count: 912
Rating:PG-13
Author’s Notes: Written in response to photo challenge on house_cuddy Serious fluff. Seriously un-betaed.
For some reason, the benefit for the hospital had drawn an unusual amount of press. Slow news day in Princeton. They’d been trapped against the god awful orange backdrop for a full five minutes already. She wondered what magazine would be interested in running a photo of the Dean of Medicine and the cranky Diagnostics expert.
Somewhere between minutes two and three, he’d not-so-stealthily moved his right hand below what she considered to be the sexual harassment border and let it rest there.
“Get. Your. Hand. Off. My. Ass.” She hissed through gritted teeth, her smile ever-present as the cameras flashed around them.
“Careful, Cuddy, appearances are everything.“
“Off!” She hissed again.
Chastised, but not willing to give up, he slid his right hand up around her waist and pulled her snugly against his side. She could feel the warmth of his hand seeping through the fabric of her printed dress, not to mention the velvet of his jacket against her bare arm.
After what seemed like an eternity, the cameras stopped flashing and they were able to move down the carpet. House’s arm remained loosely wrapped around her waist till they reached the end and were finally out of sight of the prying eyes of the press.
“What was that all about?!” She moved quickly out of his grasp and turned her glare on him.
“Keeping up appearances. You never know where your next benefactor might be lurking. Although, I notice you dressed with that in mind. Nice dress.”
“You seemed to like it well enough when your hand was on my ass.”
“How about you learn to take a compliment?” He sounded slightly exasperated.
“Oh, I’m sorry, was there a compliment hidden in there? You know what? Don’t answer that. Stay away from me tonight, House.”
She stormed off towards the bar. After one final look at her retreating backside, he headed off in the other direction.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Four and a half dirty martinis (and not nearly enough hors d’oeuvres ) later, she stumbled upon him pouting in a dark corner on a velvet couch that matched his jacket. He almost blended completely in. She unceremoniously flopped down next to him.
“What’s the matter, Dr. House? Did your friends leave you all alone?”
“Wilson’s off making eyes at the new neurology intern.”
“Oooh, and what would Mrs. Wilson say about that?”
“I assume she’d want to consult Mrs. Wilson the second about making the most of your alimony payments.”
She giggled in spite of herself all the while inwardly scolding that she hadn’t had more to eat. Chicken on a stick can only take you so far. “Where are your…you know, your…” She struggled for the word she was looking for and rhythmically tapped his shoulder. “Your ducklings!” She burst into another fit of giggles.
“Trying to cross the street without being run over by a car. Although, Chase might like the pain aspect.”
“I’m sure he would.”
Off his shocked and bemused expression she laughed again. “I hear things.”
“You’re drunk and giggling, Cuddy. It almost becomes you.”
“You match the couch.”
She was going to hate herself later for losing control, for drinking too much, for giggling. For now, though, she rested her cheek against the velvet of his sport coat.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
From their vantage point in the back of the room, they watched the party thin out. She caught sight of Cameron and Chase doing something that resembled tequila shots at the far end of the bar. Then Cameron led him out by his tie. She noted he was only too willing to follow.
Wilson’s hand rested lightly on the lower back of the neurology intern as he led her out of the room. Poor Julie.
Foreman seemed to have acquired a taste for pharmaceutical reps and left with a very pretty brunette from Merck.
And then there were two.
She’d been silent for close to a half hour before he nudged her a bit with his shoulder.
“You still with me?”
“Yeah.”
“Why is that, by the way?”
“What?”
“Your little cat nap there-what was that?”
“Soft jacket,” she mumbled.
“You’re more hammered than I thought.”
“Not anymore.” She sat up slowly. “Your staff is all gone.”
“My ducklings? I noticed. Would it be too cruel of me to call them in on a fake emergency tonight?”
“Since when would ‘too cruel’ stop you?”
“Point,” he conceded. “Are you okay to drive?”
She considered him for a moment. “Honestly, I don’t think so. I’ll call a cab.”
“That’s stupid. I’ll take you home.”
“You didn’t come on that motorcycle of yours, did you?”
“ The ‘Vette.-mostly because I love to valet park it.”
“Overcompensator.”
“Lush.”
She smiled. “Point.”
“I’ll take you home, but not before we take part in a time-honored New Jersey tradition.” He rose leaning against his cane for support before offering her his hand.
“What’s that?” He gently pulled her to her feet..
“Diner food.”
“The diner?”
“Trust me, your stomach will thank you in the morning. All you need is some coffee and disco fries.”
“Disco….fries?”
“So much to learn, my dear Cuddy. So much to learn.”
She let him lead her out past the last few party stragglers to the valet stand. She shivered in the cool fall air.
“Oh, and by the way….”
“Yes?”
“I’m sorry about the hand on the ass thing.”
Her fingertips trailed down his arm before entangling with his right hand. “No, you’re not. ”
End
Forgiven - Deb Talan - Woman King : A Lisa Cuddy M.D. EP
Fandom: House M.D.
Character/Pairing: Lisa Cuddy, Gregory House
Prompt: 033, Too Much
Word Count: 912
Rating:PG-13
Author’s Notes: Written in response to photo challenge on house_cuddy Serious fluff. Seriously un-betaed.
For some reason, the benefit for the hospital had drawn an unusual amount of press. Slow news day in Princeton. They’d been trapped against the god awful orange backdrop for a full five minutes already. She wondered what magazine would be interested in running a photo of the Dean of Medicine and the cranky Diagnostics expert.
Somewhere between minutes two and three, he’d not-so-stealthily moved his right hand below what she considered to be the sexual harassment border and let it rest there.
“Get. Your. Hand. Off. My. Ass.” She hissed through gritted teeth, her smile ever-present as the cameras flashed around them.
“Careful, Cuddy, appearances are everything.“
“Off!” She hissed again.
Chastised, but not willing to give up, he slid his right hand up around her waist and pulled her snugly against his side. She could feel the warmth of his hand seeping through the fabric of her printed dress, not to mention the velvet of his jacket against her bare arm.
After what seemed like an eternity, the cameras stopped flashing and they were able to move down the carpet. House’s arm remained loosely wrapped around her waist till they reached the end and were finally out of sight of the prying eyes of the press.
“What was that all about?!” She moved quickly out of his grasp and turned her glare on him.
“Keeping up appearances. You never know where your next benefactor might be lurking. Although, I notice you dressed with that in mind. Nice dress.”
“You seemed to like it well enough when your hand was on my ass.”
“How about you learn to take a compliment?” He sounded slightly exasperated.
“Oh, I’m sorry, was there a compliment hidden in there? You know what? Don’t answer that. Stay away from me tonight, House.”
She stormed off towards the bar. After one final look at her retreating backside, he headed off in the other direction.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Four and a half dirty martinis (and not nearly enough hors d’oeuvres ) later, she stumbled upon him pouting in a dark corner on a velvet couch that matched his jacket. He almost blended completely in. She unceremoniously flopped down next to him.
“What’s the matter, Dr. House? Did your friends leave you all alone?”
“Wilson’s off making eyes at the new neurology intern.”
“Oooh, and what would Mrs. Wilson say about that?”
“I assume she’d want to consult Mrs. Wilson the second about making the most of your alimony payments.”
She giggled in spite of herself all the while inwardly scolding that she hadn’t had more to eat. Chicken on a stick can only take you so far. “Where are your…you know, your…” She struggled for the word she was looking for and rhythmically tapped his shoulder. “Your ducklings!” She burst into another fit of giggles.
“Trying to cross the street without being run over by a car. Although, Chase might like the pain aspect.”
“I’m sure he would.”
Off his shocked and bemused expression she laughed again. “I hear things.”
“You’re drunk and giggling, Cuddy. It almost becomes you.”
“You match the couch.”
She was going to hate herself later for losing control, for drinking too much, for giggling. For now, though, she rested her cheek against the velvet of his sport coat.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
From their vantage point in the back of the room, they watched the party thin out. She caught sight of Cameron and Chase doing something that resembled tequila shots at the far end of the bar. Then Cameron led him out by his tie. She noted he was only too willing to follow.
Wilson’s hand rested lightly on the lower back of the neurology intern as he led her out of the room. Poor Julie.
Foreman seemed to have acquired a taste for pharmaceutical reps and left with a very pretty brunette from Merck.
And then there were two.
She’d been silent for close to a half hour before he nudged her a bit with his shoulder.
“You still with me?”
“Yeah.”
“Why is that, by the way?”
“What?”
“Your little cat nap there-what was that?”
“Soft jacket,” she mumbled.
“You’re more hammered than I thought.”
“Not anymore.” She sat up slowly. “Your staff is all gone.”
“My ducklings? I noticed. Would it be too cruel of me to call them in on a fake emergency tonight?”
“Since when would ‘too cruel’ stop you?”
“Point,” he conceded. “Are you okay to drive?”
She considered him for a moment. “Honestly, I don’t think so. I’ll call a cab.”
“That’s stupid. I’ll take you home.”
“You didn’t come on that motorcycle of yours, did you?”
“ The ‘Vette.-mostly because I love to valet park it.”
“Overcompensator.”
“Lush.”
She smiled. “Point.”
“I’ll take you home, but not before we take part in a time-honored New Jersey tradition.” He rose leaning against his cane for support before offering her his hand.
“What’s that?” He gently pulled her to her feet..
“Diner food.”
“The diner?”
“Trust me, your stomach will thank you in the morning. All you need is some coffee and disco fries.”
“Disco….fries?”
“So much to learn, my dear Cuddy. So much to learn.”
She let him lead her out past the last few party stragglers to the valet stand. She shivered in the cool fall air.
“Oh, and by the way….”
“Yes?”
“I’m sorry about the hand on the ass thing.”
Her fingertips trailed down his arm before entangling with his right hand. “No, you’re not. ”
End
Forgiven - Deb Talan - Woman King : A Lisa Cuddy M.D. EP