Discardia - House
This one is called "Cuddy Wilson 1", as it was the first C/W fic I started. It didn't go the way I wanted, and I got stuck, so here it sits. Still. The dialogue amuses me, and really, that's all it's about, isn't it?
Cuddy/Wilson 1
“What are you drinking?”
Wilson looked up from his glass to the mirror behind the bar, meeting Cuddy’s refelction square in the eyes. “Vodka. Or bourbon. Maybe rum.”
“In that order?” She slid onto the stool next to him and signaled to the bartender. He nodded and she faced Wilson, crossing one leg smoothly over the other.
“If I did that, I’d fall flat on my face. Or my ass.” He looked back at his drink. “Maybe it’s scotch.”
“Maybe we should stick to something simpler.” She smiled at the bartender as he slid a glass with three fingers of golden liquid in front of her. “Another for my friend?”
“You drivin’ him home?”
Cuddy sighed and nodded, a small smile playing at the edges of her mouth. “Yeah.”
“My wife will not like it.” Wilson laughed. “She will accuse me of many things, only three of which will be true.”
“Which three?” Cuddy took a sip from her glass and watched Wilson as he lifted his glass toward her.
“That I am drunk. That I am a bastard. And that I need to stop wasting my life on Gregory House.”
“Ah. I thought so.” Cuddy downed the rest of her drink and raised her hand for another, waiting for the bartender to nod before setting her hand lightly on Wilson’s thigh. “This is about House?”
He laughed, the sound surprisingly bitter. “When isn’t it about House?”
“House and Stacy?”
“I need another drink.” He finished off what was in his glass. “Bartender!”
“You know what?” Cuddy slid off the stool and stood close to him, her breasts brushing against his arm. “Why don’t you let me take you home.”
“Not enough booze there.”
“No one said your home.” She slid her hand down his forearm and threaded her fingers through his. “Come on, James.”
“Do you have booze there?”
“I’m House’s boss. Of course I have booze there.” She tugged on his hand, waiting just long enough for him to toss several bills on the bar, more than enough to pay for the trouble. “Come on.”
He nodded and followed her, his head bent forward as he carefully echoed her steps out to her car. He let her guide him into the passenger’s seat, leaning back against the leather and turning his head to watch her as she slid into the car, her skirt riding high on her thigh. “I’m not in love with him.”
“The thought never crossed my mind.”
“You are.”
“You need to be a lot drunker before you can say that to me.” She started the car and flashed him a quick smile. “And so do I.”
**
“I just never thought that House being out of my life would be a bad thing. Not that I don’t like his friendship - I just thought things would be easier if he wasn’t around all the time being smug and superior and knowing everything.”
“He doesn’t know everything. He just knows enough to make us think he knows everything.” Cuddy poured the rest of the liquid from the once-full decanter into his glass. “Besides, if he knew everything, he’d know that screwing around with Stacy is a very bad idea.”
“They’re not screwing around.”
“Not yet.”
Wilson sighed and slugged back his drink. “No. Not yet.”
Cuddy curled her legs up under her and tugged the hem of her skirt lower on her legs. “Why does it bother you so much, do you think?”
“You mean since I’m not in love with him?” Wilson shrugged and stared down into his empty glass. “Regardless of how he comes across, he does feel things. And when it all comes crashing down around him, he’s going to fall apart again.”
“And we’ll be left to pick up the pieces again.” She nodded and sipped her drink. “It could be different this time. She might change her mind and decide to stay. Leave her husband and be with House again.”
Wilson barked out a harsh laugh. “She called House poison. Slow, insidious poison. The worst thing she’ll do is fuck him.”
“The worst thing she’ll do is break his heart.” Cuddy drained the last of her glass and ran her hand through her hair. “Assuming she can find it beneath the hard, embittered case he’s got around it.”
Wilson closed his eyes and leaned back, letting his head rest on the cushion of the couch. “So, you worshiped him in school, you hired him when no one else would. I never heard anything though, so either he slept with you during my second marriage when he wasn’t speaking to me, or you haven’t slept with him and you’re just as pathetic as I am.”
“Because you haven’t slept with him either?” Cuddy smiled slowly, her eyes half-closed and hazy. “Everyone assumes you two messed around in college.”
“Everyone assumes you mess around in your office.”
“Everyone would be wrong.” She leaned forward and ran a finger over his bottom lip. “At least about me and House.”
Wilson’s response was lost in her kiss as she replaced her thumb with her tongue, snaking it past his parted lips. Wilson let his words melt into a groan as he reached out and found her hips, guiding her onto his lap, her skirt sliding higher up her thighs as she straddled his legs.
Cuddy/Wilson 1
“What are you drinking?”
Wilson looked up from his glass to the mirror behind the bar, meeting Cuddy’s refelction square in the eyes. “Vodka. Or bourbon. Maybe rum.”
“In that order?” She slid onto the stool next to him and signaled to the bartender. He nodded and she faced Wilson, crossing one leg smoothly over the other.
“If I did that, I’d fall flat on my face. Or my ass.” He looked back at his drink. “Maybe it’s scotch.”
“Maybe we should stick to something simpler.” She smiled at the bartender as he slid a glass with three fingers of golden liquid in front of her. “Another for my friend?”
“You drivin’ him home?”
Cuddy sighed and nodded, a small smile playing at the edges of her mouth. “Yeah.”
“My wife will not like it.” Wilson laughed. “She will accuse me of many things, only three of which will be true.”
“Which three?” Cuddy took a sip from her glass and watched Wilson as he lifted his glass toward her.
“That I am drunk. That I am a bastard. And that I need to stop wasting my life on Gregory House.”
“Ah. I thought so.” Cuddy downed the rest of her drink and raised her hand for another, waiting for the bartender to nod before setting her hand lightly on Wilson’s thigh. “This is about House?”
He laughed, the sound surprisingly bitter. “When isn’t it about House?”
“House and Stacy?”
“I need another drink.” He finished off what was in his glass. “Bartender!”
“You know what?” Cuddy slid off the stool and stood close to him, her breasts brushing against his arm. “Why don’t you let me take you home.”
“Not enough booze there.”
“No one said your home.” She slid her hand down his forearm and threaded her fingers through his. “Come on, James.”
“Do you have booze there?”
“I’m House’s boss. Of course I have booze there.” She tugged on his hand, waiting just long enough for him to toss several bills on the bar, more than enough to pay for the trouble. “Come on.”
He nodded and followed her, his head bent forward as he carefully echoed her steps out to her car. He let her guide him into the passenger’s seat, leaning back against the leather and turning his head to watch her as she slid into the car, her skirt riding high on her thigh. “I’m not in love with him.”
“The thought never crossed my mind.”
“You are.”
“You need to be a lot drunker before you can say that to me.” She started the car and flashed him a quick smile. “And so do I.”
**
“I just never thought that House being out of my life would be a bad thing. Not that I don’t like his friendship - I just thought things would be easier if he wasn’t around all the time being smug and superior and knowing everything.”
“He doesn’t know everything. He just knows enough to make us think he knows everything.” Cuddy poured the rest of the liquid from the once-full decanter into his glass. “Besides, if he knew everything, he’d know that screwing around with Stacy is a very bad idea.”
“They’re not screwing around.”
“Not yet.”
Wilson sighed and slugged back his drink. “No. Not yet.”
Cuddy curled her legs up under her and tugged the hem of her skirt lower on her legs. “Why does it bother you so much, do you think?”
“You mean since I’m not in love with him?” Wilson shrugged and stared down into his empty glass. “Regardless of how he comes across, he does feel things. And when it all comes crashing down around him, he’s going to fall apart again.”
“And we’ll be left to pick up the pieces again.” She nodded and sipped her drink. “It could be different this time. She might change her mind and decide to stay. Leave her husband and be with House again.”
Wilson barked out a harsh laugh. “She called House poison. Slow, insidious poison. The worst thing she’ll do is fuck him.”
“The worst thing she’ll do is break his heart.” Cuddy drained the last of her glass and ran her hand through her hair. “Assuming she can find it beneath the hard, embittered case he’s got around it.”
Wilson closed his eyes and leaned back, letting his head rest on the cushion of the couch. “So, you worshiped him in school, you hired him when no one else would. I never heard anything though, so either he slept with you during my second marriage when he wasn’t speaking to me, or you haven’t slept with him and you’re just as pathetic as I am.”
“Because you haven’t slept with him either?” Cuddy smiled slowly, her eyes half-closed and hazy. “Everyone assumes you two messed around in college.”
“Everyone assumes you mess around in your office.”
“Everyone would be wrong.” She leaned forward and ran a finger over his bottom lip. “At least about me and House.”
Wilson’s response was lost in her kiss as she replaced her thumb with her tongue, snaking it past his parted lips. Wilson let his words melt into a groan as he reached out and found her hips, guiding her onto his lap, her skirt sliding higher up her thighs as she straddled his legs.