2 House: Cuddy/Cameron - R & NC-17 + Cuddy/Maddy - NC-17
Title: It Doesn't Matter
Author: demoka @ house_femfest
Rating: R
Prompt: 57. Cuddy/Cameron- One is in love; one just wishes she was.
Disclaimer: No ownership of the House MD characters herein is claimed. All House MD characters are the intellectual property of David Shore et al.
Spoilers (if applicable)
Summary: Cameron doesn’t understand why she doesn’t want to be with Cuddy like she should. Angst of some sort with a strange ending.
Word Count: 1,242
Cameron flips herself off Cuddy, not the one for cuddles after sex. Cuddy doesn’t seem to mind as she regains her breath, heart pounding and groin throbbing. Cameron turns on her side to check the time.
‘I love you.’
Cameron clenches her eyes shut, thankful she has her back to Cuddy. She barely stops herself from hunching her shoulders in reaction to that phrase. That dreaded phrase she hoped would never come. She should have expected it. She has always been nice and loving to Cuddy.
‘Allison, I love you.’
Why is she still talking? Now that she thinks about it, Cameron has never ever called Lisa Cuddy by her first name. Not after they kissed, not even after they had fucked. Maybe Cuddy had thought they were making love. Didn’t Cuddy find it strange that she never called her Lisa? Initially Cameron had expected their encounter outside of work to be a one night stand. She didn’t think she would actually agree to meet Cuddy again, for dinner or otherwise. Logically, Cameron should be in love with Cuddy and want to spend time and do couple-ly things with her, but she doesn’t. Other than Cuddy being a woman, she was the perfect fairytale partner Cameron should be looking for.
Cameron had always been attracted to Cuddy, that’s the truth. Previously she’s often fantasized about a life with Cuddy. Now that she’s here, in a seemingly relationship with said Dean of Medicine, she doesn’t think it’s where she really wants to be right now.
‘It’s okay. I don’t expect you to reply.’
Cameron blinks in relief, until Cuddy amends her sentence.
‘Just yet, anyways. A bit early I suppose, but I just wanted you to know that.’
Cameron nods and turns back to face Cuddy, kissing her tenderly.
‘Sorry, I’m still a little wary…’
Cameron feels the need to reassure Cuddy of something she wishes she felt.
‘Don’t worry, I understand.’
Cuddy thinks she does, but Cameron KNOWS that she doesn’t. Cameron isn’t actually thinking of her dead husband. Cameron isn’t even thinking about her previous pining over House. Cameron is wondering why she doesn’t return Cuddy’s feelings. When she asked Cuddy out the second time, she believed it was because she wanted to pursue a relationship. However, thinking back on it now, she never did say “Lisa, will you date me?”. Instead she said “Go on a date with me?”.
‘Won’t you shower with me, Allison?’
Cuddy is giving her a heated stare and a come hither expression was embedded in her face and body language. Despite herself and her misgivings of her feelings, Cameron slides off the bed and joins Cuddy in the bathroom. Cuddy’s bathroom. Cameron hates herself sometimes. She hates her inability to just be true and real. Sure, her emotions get in the way of her profession on the odd occasion, yet they always take a back seat in her personal life. She wonders how much simpler her situation would be if she could just feel like she is in love with Cuddy. Sure, she enjoys spending time with her, making her laugh, fucking her…
Cuddy’s wandering hands break up her reverie. Cameron reacts to Cuddy’s strong grasping of her hips, leaning back into her soft breasts, her own hands behind her to grip Cuddy’s arse and pull her closer. She wonders if Cuddy would be so eager to touch her if she knew Cameron was still fucking Chase on the side on Monday nights. Even after Chase’s desire to be closer, Cameron knew that even he knew that they would never be. Of course, he didn’t care; he just wanted the scraps of what could have been. Cameron stopped trying to dissuade him after the first five times, admitting to herself that it was thrilling to sneak fucks in between cases. That was then, now it was even easier as she quit House’s team after Chase was fired.
Even though at first Cuddy had thought it easier to meet up with her during work hours to harmlessly flirt, Cameron thanked House for his antics to keep Cuddy occupied enough of the time. Cameron felt terrible every time Cuddy apologised to her, as if it were her fault that House was taking up all her time during work hours, as if Cameron was annoyed about it. Cameron often tried to shut her up by kissing her. This usually leads to heavy make out sessions.
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Chase is so excited to finally be allowed to go to Cameron’s apartment. He actually thinks that this is his reward for being willing to settle for fucking her secretly at work. Cameron rolls her eyes at his eager, bouncy steps and unlocks her door.
Cuddy is away on a trip so she has no qualms about letting him accompany her home tonight. Also, House is still lurking at the hospital. Cameron isn’t exactly sure why, but he gave her a sarcastic answer about trying to get Wilson and Nurse Brenda to have a threesome with him. Cameron wonders if he had finally overdosed on Vicodin. Very possibly. She pities his new slaves for the morning.
Oh yes, that’s right. Chase’s stubble and insistent, but fumbling groping has reminded her where she is. Without her realising, he is already naked. Well, he’s not exactly a model from those magazines she frequently buys, but she finds his accent sexy, even if other people think he’s slurring most of the time. Just before she grabs his excitement, the apartment door clicks open and in steps the Dean of Medicine. Cameron knew there was a reason why she had previously insisted that they not have sex on the couch. Cuddy was coming home early, that was the message she had left in Cameron’s voicemail.
Cuddy turns to leave.
‘Lisa! Wait, I can explain!’
Cameron doesn’t even bother to try to cover herself, leaping up towards Cuddy. They both ignore the hapless Chase who is still in shock from been seen stark naked by the Dean of Medicine. He whimpers at the thought of being fired again and silently gets dressed and leaves. Cameron’s desperation to placate her girlfriend was impeded by Cuddy’s wry grin.
‘You know, that’s the first time you’ve called me Lisa.’
‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you like this.’
‘Did you really think I didn’t know?’
Cameron gapes, not knowing quite how to answer.
‘Sure, I didn’t know he was coming here to your place, but I sure knew it was happening at work. Or did you think I wouldn’t notice that your lipstick was somewhat smeared, or your hair a tad crooked from such a hasty finger combing?’
Cuddy grimaces then gives Cameron one of the gentlest smiles she had ever seen, let alone received. It would probably inspire old grannies to be even more sickeningly sweet to their bratty grandchildren.
‘I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself. This is my decision. Despite our lack of…. mutual desires, I still love you. In some way you make me happy and this is what I want right now. If I can’t take the fact that you are seeing other people on the side, then it is my responsibility to break up with you.’
Cameron’s eyes are wide and confused but she dutifully closes her mouth at Cuddy’s soft touch.
‘Okay.’
Cuddy kisses her cheek.
‘Tell me this though, you HAVE been using protection the whole time, right?’
THE END
Title: Back To Work
Pairing: Cuddy/Cameron
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Cuddy encourages Cameron to get back to work.
Warnings: Sex in the workplace…! Does that need warnings?
Word Count: 599
A/N: For caddieluver89, enjoy! (Sorry it took so long, stupid net was down for a while)
“Time to get back to work Dr Cameron.”
Her husky voice just sends chills down my spine yet when it reaches my abdomen, it’s burning hot. She’s behind me. I’m still reclining on the couch, pretending not to have heard her, but I know she knows that I know she’s there. She obviously knows, she’s already sitting on the edge, pressing her gorgeous ass against my legs. Of course, now it’s definite that she knows, her hand is pressed up against my crotch. I’m wet. Of course I’m wet. Her voice, her body, her hair, it’s all too much for me sometimes. I try very hard to keep still. I don’t want to leave. That would mean I would have to deal with House again. I just want to stay here and receive her attention.
I don’t protest to her wandering fingers, unbuttoning me, dragging down my zip. I should have worn a skirt today, Cuddy did. Those thighs of hers are teasing me. Alright, I give in. I sit up, she smirks seductively. I’m caught, I’m tired of waiting, I drag a hand up her leg, feeling up her thighs and her butt. Her hand is already down my pants, playing with my sensitive area. She coos at the discovery of how wet she’s made me. I moan and lean into the touch. Cuddy’s smiling serenely; I’ve never been able to do that. Her fingers are pure bliss, touching me exactly how I need it.
I pull her in for a kiss, rough and wet. She always makes me impatient and forceful. Once she pushed me to the edge so that I was spewing foul language. I had become a fountain of expletives while she was simply brushing her hair back with one hand and the other was either pleasing me or teasing me mercilessly. On a scale from 1 to 10, I would currently be at 7. No games today, just pure need. Cuddy is the reason I am able to deal with House much easier these days, and when she needs me to help her release her stress, I’m there.
Once she showed me that she had a small whip handy at work in her drawer, one that House had yet been able to break into, even with Foreman’s help. I smiled at this thought, simultaneously horrified at the thought of if he did discover this little tool. She has only ever used it on me once when I had let a patient escape from their room. Then again, why am I even thinking when Cuddy’s hands are down my pants?
Ooh… That’s the spot. She’s got me bucking up against the heel of her hand now. People may think I look wanton, but if Cuddy was an artist, she has made a masterpiece out of me many times and now. And there I was, teetering on the brink of the world. Who was there to push me over then rush down to the bottom to catch me, but Cuddy. She’s my rock and stable and everything that matters to me. Why I love waiting in the staffroom for Cuddy to come and persuade me? It’s not just the sex, but the way she cares to cuddle me. And I mustn’t forget to mention that she promises sweet, sweet, naughty things with those luscious lips of hers. The sway of her hips as she leaves, leading me back to my chained work relationship to House.
And every night, I thank her with worship. Or if she desires, I thank her right away.
“Right away, Dr Cuddy.”
THE END
Title: More Than Enough
Fandom: House
Pairing:Lisa Cuddy/Maddy Ralphman
Rating NC-17
Summary & Notes: Cuddy apologises to Maddy for House’s bedside manner (or lack of). (Mum from Merry Little Christmas 3-10; she was awesome! I’m smitten with Meredith Eaton, and apparently she’s going to appear on NCIS!) I started writing this a long time ago, and have only just finished it. Again, not as long as I would like, but I think they'd hate me if I flogged the cat any longer...
Word Count: 876
Cuddy kneeled as far down as she could and tried to lick Maddy with unbound excitement. It wasn’t very comfortable for either of them so Maddy hoisted Cuddy up with surprising strength and lead her towards her bed.
‘I’m sorry that House is such an ass,’ murmured Cuddy as she kissed her way up Maddy from her dark red nail polished toes to her pillowy lips.
Maddy shakes her head, ‘You have nothing to apologise for.’
Cuddy returns a shake of her own but says nothing, instead drawing Maddy in for a deep kiss.
‘I’m sorry he was rude to you and Abigail,’ Cuddy adds as she pulls away but suckles on Maddy’s neck, causing a gasp of pleasure.
Maddy twitches in anticipation as Cuddy continues while trailing her tongue from her neck to breasts, ‘I’m sorry he said inappropriate things.’
Cuddy shaped her hands to Maddy’s heaving chest, squeezing them almost lovingly before dipping her head to kiss, lick and nip Maddy into an impatient woman. Maddy pulls Cuddy’s face back up for a passionate kiss, almost convincing herself that she was in love with this woman she had barely known for little over a couple of days.
‘Well... I said inappropriate things too,’ admitted Maddy with a blush.
Cuddy halted her ministrations and looked at Maddy, the corners of her mouth pushing outward sharply.
‘What did you say?’ Cuddy asked with her grin still growing.
Maddy turned to face away from Cuddy. Cuddy heard her mumble something incoherent.
‘What was that? I didn’t hear you,’ Cuddy had a massive grin on her face now.
Cuddy licked a lobe, whispering into Maddy’s ear that she would love to hear what she said to House. Cuddy nuzzled her neck and used her fingers to lightly brush the other woman’s inner thighs, but didn’t let them graze where Maddy wanted Cuddy’s fingers to be.
‘He said that he was interested in the logistics and asked if I stood on a table. I replied that my husband would lay flat and spin me…’ was the quiet reply.
Cuddy burst out laughing, ‘Oh, please tell me that he was speechless after that!’
Maddy smiled a little. Cuddy’s laughter was not malicious, but it certainly was contagious.
‘Actually, he asked if I cared to go for a spin!’ exclaimed Maddy, using her hands to hide her heated face.
Cuddy buried her face in Maddy’s stomach in an attempt to stifle her incessant giggling.
‘I should have known!’ crowed Cuddy, not quite sure why they were both now splayed out on the floor of the hotel room, clothes strewn under them.
Maddy shifted slightly, body tickled by Cuddy’s soft locks. She sighed at the feel of Cuddy’s hands drifting over her skin, touching and pressing down in various spots. Most of them elicited a soft moan of wonder from Maddy.
Cuddy felt a hand on either of her breasts, both alternating between squeezing and caressing. She loved having her breasts played with. Maddy seemed to have picked up on that. She squealed as she felt a hand caress her arse while the arm was between her legs. Cuddy pulled her arm back slowly, making sure to flick Maddy’s clit as her fingers followed. She quickly looked at the warm wetness that coated tips of her fingers.
Maddy watched breathlessly as Cuddy kept their eyes locked together as she suckled on her fingers, smiling at the taste of her. Cuddy made a deep chuckling noise and Maddy moaned. Cuddy ducked her head and gave Maddy a good long lick from the bottom to the top of her opening. Maddy’s hips followed Cuddy’s tongue upwards, but failed to stay in contact.
‘Such a tease,’ grumbled Maddy.
Cuddy simply kissed her hard, pushing her tongue into Maddy’s mouth to give her a taste of herself before slipping her fingers into Maddy. Cuddy trembled at the feel of Maddy moaning into her mouth, body arching towards her and the clenching around her fingers. That coupled with Maddy’s re-energized efforts into squeezing and tweaking brought Cuddy oh... so... close.
Cuddy broke their kiss and increased the pace of her thrusting fingers. She curled her tongue around a nipple. Maddy raked a nail across Cuddy’s left one. Cuddy moaned loudly and sucked on Maddy’s other nipple. With her other hand she clasped Maddy closer to her. Her furiously working fingers now joined with a thumb that was pressing against Maddy’s clit, sending the shorter woman over the edge.
Maddy’s cry of ecstasy was all that Cuddy needed to join her.
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Cuddy flipped herself onto her stomach. Her face hovered over Maddy’s with a more solemn, but still warm expression.
‘I truly am sorry though, you know.’
‘I know... But you don’t need to apologise. My daughter is safe and alive.’
‘Because of House, not because of me. I’m sorry for not being a better doctor.’
‘Then thank you for being a better boss.’
Cuddy went silent, the guilty expression still etched in her features. Maddy pulled at her chin gently, looking into her eyes. They shared a tender kiss before they both slid off either side of the bed and started getting dressed.
They both knew it wasn’t love, but it wasn’t quite nothing either.
THE END
Author: demoka @ house_femfest
Rating: R
Prompt: 57. Cuddy/Cameron- One is in love; one just wishes she was.
Disclaimer: No ownership of the House MD characters herein is claimed. All House MD characters are the intellectual property of David Shore et al.
Spoilers (if applicable)
Summary: Cameron doesn’t understand why she doesn’t want to be with Cuddy like she should. Angst of some sort with a strange ending.
Word Count: 1,242
Cameron flips herself off Cuddy, not the one for cuddles after sex. Cuddy doesn’t seem to mind as she regains her breath, heart pounding and groin throbbing. Cameron turns on her side to check the time.
‘I love you.’
Cameron clenches her eyes shut, thankful she has her back to Cuddy. She barely stops herself from hunching her shoulders in reaction to that phrase. That dreaded phrase she hoped would never come. She should have expected it. She has always been nice and loving to Cuddy.
‘Allison, I love you.’
Why is she still talking? Now that she thinks about it, Cameron has never ever called Lisa Cuddy by her first name. Not after they kissed, not even after they had fucked. Maybe Cuddy had thought they were making love. Didn’t Cuddy find it strange that she never called her Lisa? Initially Cameron had expected their encounter outside of work to be a one night stand. She didn’t think she would actually agree to meet Cuddy again, for dinner or otherwise. Logically, Cameron should be in love with Cuddy and want to spend time and do couple-ly things with her, but she doesn’t. Other than Cuddy being a woman, she was the perfect fairytale partner Cameron should be looking for.
Cameron had always been attracted to Cuddy, that’s the truth. Previously she’s often fantasized about a life with Cuddy. Now that she’s here, in a seemingly relationship with said Dean of Medicine, she doesn’t think it’s where she really wants to be right now.
‘It’s okay. I don’t expect you to reply.’
Cameron blinks in relief, until Cuddy amends her sentence.
‘Just yet, anyways. A bit early I suppose, but I just wanted you to know that.’
Cameron nods and turns back to face Cuddy, kissing her tenderly.
‘Sorry, I’m still a little wary…’
Cameron feels the need to reassure Cuddy of something she wishes she felt.
‘Don’t worry, I understand.’
Cuddy thinks she does, but Cameron KNOWS that she doesn’t. Cameron isn’t actually thinking of her dead husband. Cameron isn’t even thinking about her previous pining over House. Cameron is wondering why she doesn’t return Cuddy’s feelings. When she asked Cuddy out the second time, she believed it was because she wanted to pursue a relationship. However, thinking back on it now, she never did say “Lisa, will you date me?”. Instead she said “Go on a date with me?”.
‘Won’t you shower with me, Allison?’
Cuddy is giving her a heated stare and a come hither expression was embedded in her face and body language. Despite herself and her misgivings of her feelings, Cameron slides off the bed and joins Cuddy in the bathroom. Cuddy’s bathroom. Cameron hates herself sometimes. She hates her inability to just be true and real. Sure, her emotions get in the way of her profession on the odd occasion, yet they always take a back seat in her personal life. She wonders how much simpler her situation would be if she could just feel like she is in love with Cuddy. Sure, she enjoys spending time with her, making her laugh, fucking her…
Cuddy’s wandering hands break up her reverie. Cameron reacts to Cuddy’s strong grasping of her hips, leaning back into her soft breasts, her own hands behind her to grip Cuddy’s arse and pull her closer. She wonders if Cuddy would be so eager to touch her if she knew Cameron was still fucking Chase on the side on Monday nights. Even after Chase’s desire to be closer, Cameron knew that even he knew that they would never be. Of course, he didn’t care; he just wanted the scraps of what could have been. Cameron stopped trying to dissuade him after the first five times, admitting to herself that it was thrilling to sneak fucks in between cases. That was then, now it was even easier as she quit House’s team after Chase was fired.
Even though at first Cuddy had thought it easier to meet up with her during work hours to harmlessly flirt, Cameron thanked House for his antics to keep Cuddy occupied enough of the time. Cameron felt terrible every time Cuddy apologised to her, as if it were her fault that House was taking up all her time during work hours, as if Cameron was annoyed about it. Cameron often tried to shut her up by kissing her. This usually leads to heavy make out sessions.
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Chase is so excited to finally be allowed to go to Cameron’s apartment. He actually thinks that this is his reward for being willing to settle for fucking her secretly at work. Cameron rolls her eyes at his eager, bouncy steps and unlocks her door.
Cuddy is away on a trip so she has no qualms about letting him accompany her home tonight. Also, House is still lurking at the hospital. Cameron isn’t exactly sure why, but he gave her a sarcastic answer about trying to get Wilson and Nurse Brenda to have a threesome with him. Cameron wonders if he had finally overdosed on Vicodin. Very possibly. She pities his new slaves for the morning.
Oh yes, that’s right. Chase’s stubble and insistent, but fumbling groping has reminded her where she is. Without her realising, he is already naked. Well, he’s not exactly a model from those magazines she frequently buys, but she finds his accent sexy, even if other people think he’s slurring most of the time. Just before she grabs his excitement, the apartment door clicks open and in steps the Dean of Medicine. Cameron knew there was a reason why she had previously insisted that they not have sex on the couch. Cuddy was coming home early, that was the message she had left in Cameron’s voicemail.
Cuddy turns to leave.
‘Lisa! Wait, I can explain!’
Cameron doesn’t even bother to try to cover herself, leaping up towards Cuddy. They both ignore the hapless Chase who is still in shock from been seen stark naked by the Dean of Medicine. He whimpers at the thought of being fired again and silently gets dressed and leaves. Cameron’s desperation to placate her girlfriend was impeded by Cuddy’s wry grin.
‘You know, that’s the first time you’ve called me Lisa.’
‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you like this.’
‘Did you really think I didn’t know?’
Cameron gapes, not knowing quite how to answer.
‘Sure, I didn’t know he was coming here to your place, but I sure knew it was happening at work. Or did you think I wouldn’t notice that your lipstick was somewhat smeared, or your hair a tad crooked from such a hasty finger combing?’
Cuddy grimaces then gives Cameron one of the gentlest smiles she had ever seen, let alone received. It would probably inspire old grannies to be even more sickeningly sweet to their bratty grandchildren.
‘I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself. This is my decision. Despite our lack of…. mutual desires, I still love you. In some way you make me happy and this is what I want right now. If I can’t take the fact that you are seeing other people on the side, then it is my responsibility to break up with you.’
Cameron’s eyes are wide and confused but she dutifully closes her mouth at Cuddy’s soft touch.
‘Okay.’
Cuddy kisses her cheek.
‘Tell me this though, you HAVE been using protection the whole time, right?’
THE END
Title: Back To Work
Pairing: Cuddy/Cameron
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Cuddy encourages Cameron to get back to work.
Warnings: Sex in the workplace…! Does that need warnings?
Word Count: 599
A/N: For caddieluver89, enjoy! (Sorry it took so long, stupid net was down for a while)
“Time to get back to work Dr Cameron.”
Her husky voice just sends chills down my spine yet when it reaches my abdomen, it’s burning hot. She’s behind me. I’m still reclining on the couch, pretending not to have heard her, but I know she knows that I know she’s there. She obviously knows, she’s already sitting on the edge, pressing her gorgeous ass against my legs. Of course, now it’s definite that she knows, her hand is pressed up against my crotch. I’m wet. Of course I’m wet. Her voice, her body, her hair, it’s all too much for me sometimes. I try very hard to keep still. I don’t want to leave. That would mean I would have to deal with House again. I just want to stay here and receive her attention.
I don’t protest to her wandering fingers, unbuttoning me, dragging down my zip. I should have worn a skirt today, Cuddy did. Those thighs of hers are teasing me. Alright, I give in. I sit up, she smirks seductively. I’m caught, I’m tired of waiting, I drag a hand up her leg, feeling up her thighs and her butt. Her hand is already down my pants, playing with my sensitive area. She coos at the discovery of how wet she’s made me. I moan and lean into the touch. Cuddy’s smiling serenely; I’ve never been able to do that. Her fingers are pure bliss, touching me exactly how I need it.
I pull her in for a kiss, rough and wet. She always makes me impatient and forceful. Once she pushed me to the edge so that I was spewing foul language. I had become a fountain of expletives while she was simply brushing her hair back with one hand and the other was either pleasing me or teasing me mercilessly. On a scale from 1 to 10, I would currently be at 7. No games today, just pure need. Cuddy is the reason I am able to deal with House much easier these days, and when she needs me to help her release her stress, I’m there.
Once she showed me that she had a small whip handy at work in her drawer, one that House had yet been able to break into, even with Foreman’s help. I smiled at this thought, simultaneously horrified at the thought of if he did discover this little tool. She has only ever used it on me once when I had let a patient escape from their room. Then again, why am I even thinking when Cuddy’s hands are down my pants?
Ooh… That’s the spot. She’s got me bucking up against the heel of her hand now. People may think I look wanton, but if Cuddy was an artist, she has made a masterpiece out of me many times and now. And there I was, teetering on the brink of the world. Who was there to push me over then rush down to the bottom to catch me, but Cuddy. She’s my rock and stable and everything that matters to me. Why I love waiting in the staffroom for Cuddy to come and persuade me? It’s not just the sex, but the way she cares to cuddle me. And I mustn’t forget to mention that she promises sweet, sweet, naughty things with those luscious lips of hers. The sway of her hips as she leaves, leading me back to my chained work relationship to House.
And every night, I thank her with worship. Or if she desires, I thank her right away.
“Right away, Dr Cuddy.”
THE END
Title: More Than Enough
Fandom: House
Pairing:Lisa Cuddy/Maddy Ralphman
Rating NC-17
Summary & Notes: Cuddy apologises to Maddy for House’s bedside manner (or lack of). (Mum from Merry Little Christmas 3-10; she was awesome! I’m smitten with Meredith Eaton, and apparently she’s going to appear on NCIS!) I started writing this a long time ago, and have only just finished it. Again, not as long as I would like, but I think they'd hate me if I flogged the cat any longer...
Word Count: 876
Cuddy kneeled as far down as she could and tried to lick Maddy with unbound excitement. It wasn’t very comfortable for either of them so Maddy hoisted Cuddy up with surprising strength and lead her towards her bed.
‘I’m sorry that House is such an ass,’ murmured Cuddy as she kissed her way up Maddy from her dark red nail polished toes to her pillowy lips.
Maddy shakes her head, ‘You have nothing to apologise for.’
Cuddy returns a shake of her own but says nothing, instead drawing Maddy in for a deep kiss.
‘I’m sorry he was rude to you and Abigail,’ Cuddy adds as she pulls away but suckles on Maddy’s neck, causing a gasp of pleasure.
Maddy twitches in anticipation as Cuddy continues while trailing her tongue from her neck to breasts, ‘I’m sorry he said inappropriate things.’
Cuddy shaped her hands to Maddy’s heaving chest, squeezing them almost lovingly before dipping her head to kiss, lick and nip Maddy into an impatient woman. Maddy pulls Cuddy’s face back up for a passionate kiss, almost convincing herself that she was in love with this woman she had barely known for little over a couple of days.
‘Well... I said inappropriate things too,’ admitted Maddy with a blush.
Cuddy halted her ministrations and looked at Maddy, the corners of her mouth pushing outward sharply.
‘What did you say?’ Cuddy asked with her grin still growing.
Maddy turned to face away from Cuddy. Cuddy heard her mumble something incoherent.
‘What was that? I didn’t hear you,’ Cuddy had a massive grin on her face now.
Cuddy licked a lobe, whispering into Maddy’s ear that she would love to hear what she said to House. Cuddy nuzzled her neck and used her fingers to lightly brush the other woman’s inner thighs, but didn’t let them graze where Maddy wanted Cuddy’s fingers to be.
‘He said that he was interested in the logistics and asked if I stood on a table. I replied that my husband would lay flat and spin me…’ was the quiet reply.
Cuddy burst out laughing, ‘Oh, please tell me that he was speechless after that!’
Maddy smiled a little. Cuddy’s laughter was not malicious, but it certainly was contagious.
‘Actually, he asked if I cared to go for a spin!’ exclaimed Maddy, using her hands to hide her heated face.
Cuddy buried her face in Maddy’s stomach in an attempt to stifle her incessant giggling.
‘I should have known!’ crowed Cuddy, not quite sure why they were both now splayed out on the floor of the hotel room, clothes strewn under them.
Maddy shifted slightly, body tickled by Cuddy’s soft locks. She sighed at the feel of Cuddy’s hands drifting over her skin, touching and pressing down in various spots. Most of them elicited a soft moan of wonder from Maddy.
Cuddy felt a hand on either of her breasts, both alternating between squeezing and caressing. She loved having her breasts played with. Maddy seemed to have picked up on that. She squealed as she felt a hand caress her arse while the arm was between her legs. Cuddy pulled her arm back slowly, making sure to flick Maddy’s clit as her fingers followed. She quickly looked at the warm wetness that coated tips of her fingers.
Maddy watched breathlessly as Cuddy kept their eyes locked together as she suckled on her fingers, smiling at the taste of her. Cuddy made a deep chuckling noise and Maddy moaned. Cuddy ducked her head and gave Maddy a good long lick from the bottom to the top of her opening. Maddy’s hips followed Cuddy’s tongue upwards, but failed to stay in contact.
‘Such a tease,’ grumbled Maddy.
Cuddy simply kissed her hard, pushing her tongue into Maddy’s mouth to give her a taste of herself before slipping her fingers into Maddy. Cuddy trembled at the feel of Maddy moaning into her mouth, body arching towards her and the clenching around her fingers. That coupled with Maddy’s re-energized efforts into squeezing and tweaking brought Cuddy oh... so... close.
Cuddy broke their kiss and increased the pace of her thrusting fingers. She curled her tongue around a nipple. Maddy raked a nail across Cuddy’s left one. Cuddy moaned loudly and sucked on Maddy’s other nipple. With her other hand she clasped Maddy closer to her. Her furiously working fingers now joined with a thumb that was pressing against Maddy’s clit, sending the shorter woman over the edge.
Maddy’s cry of ecstasy was all that Cuddy needed to join her.
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Cuddy flipped herself onto her stomach. Her face hovered over Maddy’s with a more solemn, but still warm expression.
‘I truly am sorry though, you know.’
‘I know... But you don’t need to apologise. My daughter is safe and alive.’
‘Because of House, not because of me. I’m sorry for not being a better doctor.’
‘Then thank you for being a better boss.’
Cuddy went silent, the guilty expression still etched in her features. Maddy pulled at her chin gently, looking into her eyes. They shared a tender kiss before they both slid off either side of the bed and started getting dressed.
They both knew it wasn’t love, but it wasn’t quite nothing either.
THE END