Happy birthday, tuckp3!!
Title: Closed doors.
Rating: PG.
Disclaimer: I don't own House M.D., nor the characters.
Summary: "house, cuddy and one of them getting a hickey from the other." House and Cuddy are keeping a secret between them. *Takes place some time in season three.*
Author's Note: This is the birthday fic written for tuckp3! I hope your birthday has been fantastic!!
If anyone would like to request a birthday oneshot/drabble, you can do so here.
The door closed loudly behind him. Cuddy looked up from her desk to see House standing just inside of her office. His eyes locked with hers.
“What?” he asked.
“Thanks for coming,” she told him and stood. “Come here.”
“What did I do now?” he responded with a raise of an eyebrow, not moving.
“What didn’t you do?” she retorted. Cuddy indicated the seat across from her desk. “Sit.”
“Sorry.” House shook his head. “Can’t. Gotta run soon.”
“Sit,” she commanded harshly.
With a roll of his eyes, House limped across the room and sat down in the chair. Cuddy sat after he did.
“Is this really necessary?” he said.
She cocked her head to the side. “Was it necessary to perform tests on your patient without his consent?”
“Consent?” His eyebrows drew together. “What’s that?”
“House, you can’t lie to your patient in order to do whatever you want to him,” she told him.
“I saved his life,” he pointed out.
Cuddy narrowed her eyes at him. “Barely.”
“So what would you like me to do?” he replied.
“Not do it again for starters,” she answered. “You’re lucky he didn’t sue us.”
“Sue schmue,” he dismissed it with a wave of his hand.
“You really shouldn’t be so cavalier about these things,” she scolded. “You’re going to put this hospital in serious jeopardy one of these days.”
House frowned at her. “I doubt that.”
“Don’t make me fire you,” she warned.
“That’s an empty threat,” he responded.
Cuddy pressed her lips together tightly. She hated that he was right. She wasn’t going to fire him and it made her angry that he knew that.
“You won’t always be in my good graces,” she said.
“Oh, really?” He lifted his eyebrows.
She stared at him and he stared right back at her. Cuddy rose to her feet and moved around her desk. House stood when she did, waiting to see where this was going.
Cuddy leaned against her desk and folded her arms over her chest. Her eyes were locked on his for a moment before his gaze lowered to her breasts.
“Up here, House,” she told him.
He looked back up at her.
“I want you on Clinic duty every day for the next month,” she spoke harshly.
“Aw, gee whiz, Ma,” he whined.
“It’s your own fault,” she pointed out.
“Can’t you think of some other punishment?” He smirked ever so slightly and she shot him a glare.
He stepped back and then made his way toward the door.
“After all, I can think of a few suggestions,” he continued on. “Bad, bad things you could do.”
House closed the blinds and then turned to face her.
“Unspeakable things,” he added. “What do you say?”
“Get out,” she commanded, the words coming out a bit weaker than she would have liked.
He ignored the request and limped toward her. She visibly tensed.
“House, I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
“I have things to do,” she told him.
“Unspeakable things,” he corrected and stopped in front of her. House set his cane against the chair he had occupied moments ago.
“No...” the word left her lips quietly as she eyed him up.
His hand went to her hip as she uncrossed her arms. She raised herself so her lips could connect with his. House’s other hand planted itself on her lower back and she reached for his shoulder with a free hand.
She broke from the kiss first.
“We have to stop doing this,” she said.
“Why?” he replied.
“Rumors will start.”
“Finally,” he joked,
House kissed her again, but she pulled back a moment later.
“I’m still serious.”
“Me, too.”
He moved his mouth to her neck and she breathed out heavily. His hand slid up her side and he dipped it into her shirt. She gasped quietly and he sucked hard on her neck.
“House...”
Her eyes went to her office door where the blinds were drawn. She noted that he had locked the door in the process of giving them privacy. Cuddy turned her attention back to him and kissed him deeply.
House took another french fry from Wilson’s lunch tray and devoured it. Wilson ignored the fact that House was eating his lunch yet again as he sipped his diet soda. He set his drink down when he noticed the mark on his friend’s neck.
“What is that?” Wilson asked, pointing to the blemish.
“What?” House replied, playing dumb.
“It looks like there’s a hickey on your neck,” Wilson whispered.
House shrugged and popped a few fries into his mouth. “Probably a bug bite.”
“It’s a bruise,” Wilson said. “Who did it?”
“Hooker,” he answered.
Wilson sat up straighter, wanting the truth. “No, House, really.”
“Don’t know,” House replied.
“So, you got a hickey-”
“It’s not a hickey,” House cut him off.
“And you’re lying to me about it,” Wilson concluded.
“You’re delusional,” House told him.
“So you care about her,” Wilson added.
House frowned. “I don’t care about anyone.”
“Then why are you protecting her?” he asked.
“I told you it was a hooker,” House responded rather loudly.
Wilson fell silent a moment, heat crawling to his face. He waited until the people that had turned to stare went back to their lunches. Wilson leaned closer to his friend, keeping his voice low.
“I don’t believe you,” he spoke honestly. The thought hit him quickly and his jaw dropped. “Oh my God. It was Cuddy.”
“Who?” House’s eyebrows drew together as he did his best to lead Wilson away from the discovery.
“Did you have sex with her?” Wilson hissed.
“With who?” House asked.
“You have to tell me the truth,” he replied.
“About Cuddy?”
“Yes,” Wilson answered.
“She’s a transvestite,” House told him.
“House, come on,” Wilson responded. “You know everything about my life.”
“Whose fault is that?” House said.
“You’re a snoop,” Wilson accused.
House shrugged. “Too bad you’re not.”
“Fine.”
Wilson pushed back his chair and stood from the table. He paused a moment before walking away. House watched him go and then continued to eat Wilson’s lunch.
He wasn’t too worried about what Wilson thought he knew. After all, he had no proof other than a hickey that could have been given by anyone.
There was a light knock on Cuddy’s office door before it opened. Wilson smiled at Cuddy as he entered and then closed the door.
“Hey,” he greeted her.
“Hi,” she responded. “What’s up?”
“I just wanted to stop by.” He approached her desk. “Say hello.”
“Um... okay.” Cuddy gave him a tight smile.
Wilson sat across from her desk. Cuddy continued on with the notes she was making on a progress report. He noticed she was wearing a turtleneck with a high collar.
“How are you?” he asked.
“Fine,” she answered, still writing. “You?”
“Good.” He nodded. “Cold?”
Her eyebrows drew together as she looked up at him. “What?”
“Are you cold?” he repeated the question. “You have a turtleneck on. It’s April.”
“Yeah,” she said and went back to the report.
“Maybe you’re getting sick,” he added.
“Maybe,” she agreed.
Silence fell between them a moment before Wilson asked, “did you make out with House?”
“What?” She raised her gaze to him and stared. “Why would you... Did House tell you that?”
“No.” Wilson shook his head.
“Oh.” Cuddy leaned back in her chair. “Then, why would you think that?”
“No reason, I guess.” He looked away.
“James.”
“He had a hickey on his neck,” Wilson told her.
She raised her eyebrows. “And you thought I gave it to him?”
“Well...” He was quickly losing his steam. “With your turtleneck... it seemed suspicious.”
“I see,” Cuddy replied. She leaned forward in her chair, wanting to make things very clear. “I didn’t make out with House. Nor will I ever.”
“Okay.” Wilson nodded in agreement. “I just thought...” He paused for a brief moment, wanting to explain himself. “House always knows everything about me. I just wanted to get one up on him.”
“Sorry.” Cuddy shrugged, keeping this a secret and thus, not being able to help him.
“No, I’m sorry.” Wilson stood. “I’ll see you around.”
Cuddy watched as Wilson left her alone in her office. She frowned once he was out the door. She didn’t like keeping things from him, but she felt that letting the truth out had a worse fate than lying to him.
They were in the janitor’s closet on the fourth floor of the hospital with the door locked and the lights off. House pressed Cuddy up against the concrete wall.
“Wilson knows,” she said.
“He doesn’t know,” he replied and kissed her.
“He saw your hickey,” she went on when she broke the kiss. “He saw my turtleneck and assumed. What else could I do? I’m hiding three thanks to you.”
“You branded me, too, woman,” he pointed out.
“Not three times,” she hissed.
“Shut up.”
He kissed her fiercely. Cuddy felt a tingle deep inside her and her knees went weak. She held onto House to keep herself up. He broke from the kiss, a little breathless.
“No more hickeys,” she told him.
“Right.” He nodded.
“We should end this,” she added.
“We will,” he responded and kissed her. “Not now.”
“No, not now,” she said and kissed him. “But soon.”
“Yeah, soon.”
“Good.” Her eyes locked with his for the briefest of moments.
“Okay,” he agreed.
House pulled her shirt over her head and Cuddy unbuckled his belt.
Rating: PG.
Disclaimer: I don't own House M.D., nor the characters.
Summary: "house, cuddy and one of them getting a hickey from the other." House and Cuddy are keeping a secret between them. *Takes place some time in season three.*
Author's Note: This is the birthday fic written for tuckp3! I hope your birthday has been fantastic!!
If anyone would like to request a birthday oneshot/drabble, you can do so here.
The door closed loudly behind him. Cuddy looked up from her desk to see House standing just inside of her office. His eyes locked with hers.
“What?” he asked.
“Thanks for coming,” she told him and stood. “Come here.”
“What did I do now?” he responded with a raise of an eyebrow, not moving.
“What didn’t you do?” she retorted. Cuddy indicated the seat across from her desk. “Sit.”
“Sorry.” House shook his head. “Can’t. Gotta run soon.”
“Sit,” she commanded harshly.
With a roll of his eyes, House limped across the room and sat down in the chair. Cuddy sat after he did.
“Is this really necessary?” he said.
She cocked her head to the side. “Was it necessary to perform tests on your patient without his consent?”
“Consent?” His eyebrows drew together. “What’s that?”
“House, you can’t lie to your patient in order to do whatever you want to him,” she told him.
“I saved his life,” he pointed out.
Cuddy narrowed her eyes at him. “Barely.”
“So what would you like me to do?” he replied.
“Not do it again for starters,” she answered. “You’re lucky he didn’t sue us.”
“Sue schmue,” he dismissed it with a wave of his hand.
“You really shouldn’t be so cavalier about these things,” she scolded. “You’re going to put this hospital in serious jeopardy one of these days.”
House frowned at her. “I doubt that.”
“Don’t make me fire you,” she warned.
“That’s an empty threat,” he responded.
Cuddy pressed her lips together tightly. She hated that he was right. She wasn’t going to fire him and it made her angry that he knew that.
“You won’t always be in my good graces,” she said.
“Oh, really?” He lifted his eyebrows.
She stared at him and he stared right back at her. Cuddy rose to her feet and moved around her desk. House stood when she did, waiting to see where this was going.
Cuddy leaned against her desk and folded her arms over her chest. Her eyes were locked on his for a moment before his gaze lowered to her breasts.
“Up here, House,” she told him.
He looked back up at her.
“I want you on Clinic duty every day for the next month,” she spoke harshly.
“Aw, gee whiz, Ma,” he whined.
“It’s your own fault,” she pointed out.
“Can’t you think of some other punishment?” He smirked ever so slightly and she shot him a glare.
He stepped back and then made his way toward the door.
“After all, I can think of a few suggestions,” he continued on. “Bad, bad things you could do.”
House closed the blinds and then turned to face her.
“Unspeakable things,” he added. “What do you say?”
“Get out,” she commanded, the words coming out a bit weaker than she would have liked.
He ignored the request and limped toward her. She visibly tensed.
“House, I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
“I have things to do,” she told him.
“Unspeakable things,” he corrected and stopped in front of her. House set his cane against the chair he had occupied moments ago.
“No...” the word left her lips quietly as she eyed him up.
His hand went to her hip as she uncrossed her arms. She raised herself so her lips could connect with his. House’s other hand planted itself on her lower back and she reached for his shoulder with a free hand.
She broke from the kiss first.
“We have to stop doing this,” she said.
“Why?” he replied.
“Rumors will start.”
“Finally,” he joked,
House kissed her again, but she pulled back a moment later.
“I’m still serious.”
“Me, too.”
He moved his mouth to her neck and she breathed out heavily. His hand slid up her side and he dipped it into her shirt. She gasped quietly and he sucked hard on her neck.
“House...”
Her eyes went to her office door where the blinds were drawn. She noted that he had locked the door in the process of giving them privacy. Cuddy turned her attention back to him and kissed him deeply.
House took another french fry from Wilson’s lunch tray and devoured it. Wilson ignored the fact that House was eating his lunch yet again as he sipped his diet soda. He set his drink down when he noticed the mark on his friend’s neck.
“What is that?” Wilson asked, pointing to the blemish.
“What?” House replied, playing dumb.
“It looks like there’s a hickey on your neck,” Wilson whispered.
House shrugged and popped a few fries into his mouth. “Probably a bug bite.”
“It’s a bruise,” Wilson said. “Who did it?”
“Hooker,” he answered.
Wilson sat up straighter, wanting the truth. “No, House, really.”
“Don’t know,” House replied.
“So, you got a hickey-”
“It’s not a hickey,” House cut him off.
“And you’re lying to me about it,” Wilson concluded.
“You’re delusional,” House told him.
“So you care about her,” Wilson added.
House frowned. “I don’t care about anyone.”
“Then why are you protecting her?” he asked.
“I told you it was a hooker,” House responded rather loudly.
Wilson fell silent a moment, heat crawling to his face. He waited until the people that had turned to stare went back to their lunches. Wilson leaned closer to his friend, keeping his voice low.
“I don’t believe you,” he spoke honestly. The thought hit him quickly and his jaw dropped. “Oh my God. It was Cuddy.”
“Who?” House’s eyebrows drew together as he did his best to lead Wilson away from the discovery.
“Did you have sex with her?” Wilson hissed.
“With who?” House asked.
“You have to tell me the truth,” he replied.
“About Cuddy?”
“Yes,” Wilson answered.
“She’s a transvestite,” House told him.
“House, come on,” Wilson responded. “You know everything about my life.”
“Whose fault is that?” House said.
“You’re a snoop,” Wilson accused.
House shrugged. “Too bad you’re not.”
“Fine.”
Wilson pushed back his chair and stood from the table. He paused a moment before walking away. House watched him go and then continued to eat Wilson’s lunch.
He wasn’t too worried about what Wilson thought he knew. After all, he had no proof other than a hickey that could have been given by anyone.
There was a light knock on Cuddy’s office door before it opened. Wilson smiled at Cuddy as he entered and then closed the door.
“Hey,” he greeted her.
“Hi,” she responded. “What’s up?”
“I just wanted to stop by.” He approached her desk. “Say hello.”
“Um... okay.” Cuddy gave him a tight smile.
Wilson sat across from her desk. Cuddy continued on with the notes she was making on a progress report. He noticed she was wearing a turtleneck with a high collar.
“How are you?” he asked.
“Fine,” she answered, still writing. “You?”
“Good.” He nodded. “Cold?”
Her eyebrows drew together as she looked up at him. “What?”
“Are you cold?” he repeated the question. “You have a turtleneck on. It’s April.”
“Yeah,” she said and went back to the report.
“Maybe you’re getting sick,” he added.
“Maybe,” she agreed.
Silence fell between them a moment before Wilson asked, “did you make out with House?”
“What?” She raised her gaze to him and stared. “Why would you... Did House tell you that?”
“No.” Wilson shook his head.
“Oh.” Cuddy leaned back in her chair. “Then, why would you think that?”
“No reason, I guess.” He looked away.
“James.”
“He had a hickey on his neck,” Wilson told her.
She raised her eyebrows. “And you thought I gave it to him?”
“Well...” He was quickly losing his steam. “With your turtleneck... it seemed suspicious.”
“I see,” Cuddy replied. She leaned forward in her chair, wanting to make things very clear. “I didn’t make out with House. Nor will I ever.”
“Okay.” Wilson nodded in agreement. “I just thought...” He paused for a brief moment, wanting to explain himself. “House always knows everything about me. I just wanted to get one up on him.”
“Sorry.” Cuddy shrugged, keeping this a secret and thus, not being able to help him.
“No, I’m sorry.” Wilson stood. “I’ll see you around.”
Cuddy watched as Wilson left her alone in her office. She frowned once he was out the door. She didn’t like keeping things from him, but she felt that letting the truth out had a worse fate than lying to him.
They were in the janitor’s closet on the fourth floor of the hospital with the door locked and the lights off. House pressed Cuddy up against the concrete wall.
“Wilson knows,” she said.
“He doesn’t know,” he replied and kissed her.
“He saw your hickey,” she went on when she broke the kiss. “He saw my turtleneck and assumed. What else could I do? I’m hiding three thanks to you.”
“You branded me, too, woman,” he pointed out.
“Not three times,” she hissed.
“Shut up.”
He kissed her fiercely. Cuddy felt a tingle deep inside her and her knees went weak. She held onto House to keep herself up. He broke from the kiss, a little breathless.
“No more hickeys,” she told him.
“Right.” He nodded.
“We should end this,” she added.
“We will,” he responded and kissed her. “Not now.”
“No, not now,” she said and kissed him. “But soon.”
“Yeah, soon.”
“Good.” Her eyes locked with his for the briefest of moments.
“Okay,” he agreed.
House pulled her shirt over her head and Cuddy unbuckled his belt.