LOL, new fic...
Title: Two Thongs Don't Make a Right
Author: Misty
Rating: T (for innuendo)
House fandom; Wilson/Cuddy ship
Missing scene; Spoilers for "You Don't Want to Know"
Humor
Summary: How *did* he win House's challenge?
A/N: Forgive me...once the idea hit, I just couldn't shake it. :D Blame Whose Line for the title. Thanks be to Meg, what would I do without you?
Feedback is appreciated.
"Bring me the thong of Dr. Lisa Cuddy."
At first the potential fellows thought it was a joke. A sick, twisted, totally House-like joke.
It soon became apparent that House was serious.
The others had quickly started working on a variety of intricate plans designed to help them attain their prize. Though how dousing Cuddy with various liquids would win them her thong, he wasn't quite sure. Unless maybe they thought that, like the Wicked Witch of the West, she would simply melt away and leave her panties behind.
In any case, that wasn't his style. No, he preferred the direct approach, and it was far more likely to succeed.
He was so intent on his goal, that he hadn't bothered knocking. Hadn't bothered noticing that window shades on Cuddy's office were drawn. Hadn't noticed the "Conference Call, do not disturb" sign hanging on the door.
Poking his head in the room, though, snapped him back to reality. Cuddy was in there but not alone...and not clothed. His eyes widened as he recognized that it was Dr. Wilson who was in there with her.
Fortunately for him, neither of them had noticed his intrusion.
Even more interesting was a lacy black thong 2 feet from the doorway where he stood.
He grinned. This was easier than he thought.
***
De ja vous struck Foreman as he watched the latest potential fellows file past him. They stopped in front of him, as if asking his permission to go do what House had requested.
Eric suppressed a smile.
"It's how I got hired."
~End
Author: Misty
Rating: T (for innuendo)
House fandom; Wilson/Cuddy ship
Missing scene; Spoilers for "You Don't Want to Know"
Humor
Summary: How *did* he win House's challenge?
A/N: Forgive me...once the idea hit, I just couldn't shake it. :D Blame Whose Line for the title. Thanks be to Meg, what would I do without you?
Feedback is appreciated.
"Bring me the thong of Dr. Lisa Cuddy."
At first the potential fellows thought it was a joke. A sick, twisted, totally House-like joke.
It soon became apparent that House was serious.
The others had quickly started working on a variety of intricate plans designed to help them attain their prize. Though how dousing Cuddy with various liquids would win them her thong, he wasn't quite sure. Unless maybe they thought that, like the Wicked Witch of the West, she would simply melt away and leave her panties behind.
In any case, that wasn't his style. No, he preferred the direct approach, and it was far more likely to succeed.
He was so intent on his goal, that he hadn't bothered knocking. Hadn't bothered noticing that window shades on Cuddy's office were drawn. Hadn't noticed the "Conference Call, do not disturb" sign hanging on the door.
Poking his head in the room, though, snapped him back to reality. Cuddy was in there but not alone...and not clothed. His eyes widened as he recognized that it was Dr. Wilson who was in there with her.
Fortunately for him, neither of them had noticed his intrusion.
Even more interesting was a lacy black thong 2 feet from the doorway where he stood.
He grinned. This was easier than he thought.
***
De ja vous struck Foreman as he watched the latest potential fellows file past him. They stopped in front of him, as if asking his permission to go do what House had requested.
Eric suppressed a smile.
"It's how I got hired."
~End