Bound
Another chapter.....
Chapter 7-Truckload
After House swam a few more laps to release some of his sexual tension, he and Cuddy awkwardly went back to the hotel room. Cuddy grabbed some shorts and another tank and headed for the bathroom. When she got done showering she took her phone and went out onto the balcony to talk to her babysitter. Juanita assured Cuddy everything was fine with Rachel, before letting a very happy Rachel talk, or rather gurgle and giggle, to her mother. Cuddy’s eyes almost immediately filled with tears, and she quickly swiped them away. She didn’t think listening to her daughter babble would have this kind of effect on her but evidently it did. After Cuddy said her ‘good-byes’ she noticed the sun setting. The sky took on a pink-ish, orange-ish hue and was even purple in some places. It was no doubt one of the most beautiful things Cuddy had ever witnessed. She didn’t know how long she had been standing there, but the next thing she knew it was completely dark. Cuddy sighed, knowing she’d have to go back into the room eventually. She really didn’t want to deal with the House and his shenanigans after what happened earlier that day. But she couldn’t sleep on the balcony so she trudged back into the room.
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When Cuddy walked back into the room she quickly averted her eyes from the scene before her. “Oh, that’s just great, House,” she said looking down at the burgundy carpet.
House was sprawled out on the bed, shirtless, with his left hand shoved into his basketball shorts, and his right hand nursing a beer. Cuddy glanced at the t.v. at what appeared to be a French soap.
House only glanced up and took a swig of his beer, and shifted his hand in his shorts.
Cuddy sighed, “Do you think you could put some clothes on House?”
“Got clothes on,” he mumbled without taking his eyes off of the t.v.
“More clothes?” she asked.
“Why?” House asked stubbornly, “This is what I do at home. Since this is gonna be like my second home for the next six days and I have to share it with you, you’ll just have to deal with it.”
“All I’m asking is that you put on a shirt,” she said exasperatedly as she walked over to the computer.
“Why are you acting like you’ve never seen a half naked man before?” he asked following her movement.
“Why are you still half naked?” she asked ignoring his question.
“When was the last time you got laid,” he asked, “you’ve been bitchy ever since the beginning of this trip.”
“When was the last time you had sex without paying for it?” she asked turning on the computer.
“Why is your ass so big?” he said looking back at the television.
“Why is your penis so small?” she asked smoothly.
“Ouch!” House said sarcastically, “You win.”
Cuddy logged into her email and was astonished with how much had piled up in the 36 hour duration. It was a bunch of stuff concerning the hospital which she was millions of miles away from so it was really irrelevant. She logged into her personal email and was surprised to find several pictures of Rachel waiting for her. She smiled softly before feeling something hit her shoulder. When she looked down she saw a balled up tissue. She glared back at House who was staring at her.
“I’m bored,” he said simply.
“And what the hell am I supposed to do about that, House?” she said getting up to stretch, which reminded her she hadn’t done her yoga today. She walked over to the closet to retrieve her yoga mat from her suit case.
“Entertain me,” he said flatly, “you know one time I had this fantasy about you. A sex fantasy of course, you’ve probably already deduced that though, well anyway you were dressed like a naughty catholic school girl-“
“House I don’t want to hear about your fantasies,” she said opening the door to the balcony. She lit the candles that were already out there because it was already dark outside. She spread out the mat and went to stand on it.
“What are you doing out there,” she heard House ask through the door.
“Nothing,” she said a little too quickly. That was the last thing she needed, House disrupting her while she did her yoga. When he didn’t answer she assumed he gave up and continued watching television. She sighed a breath of relief and went into her first position, Bird of Paradise, holding it for sixty seconds. She then went into the Tree Pose, after doing a variety of standing positions she then went into back bend positions. She started with the One-legged king pigeonposition when she noticed House was being awfully quite and she couldn’t hear the television anymore so she assumed he went to reek havoc elsewhere. A frown formed on her face when she thought about a security guard bringing House back to the room. She went into the Little thunderbolt position, and heard the door to the balcony slide open roughly. Damn, she thought to herself. She turned her head to see House.
House could only stare at the weird position she had bent herself into.
“What do you want?” she asked counting down from sixty in her head.
“I want to know where your spine went,” House said, “cause I could of sworn you had one when you came out here.”
“What do you want?” she asked more exasperatedly this time.
“I’m still bored,” he said sitting in a chair on the other side of the balcony, still watching her.
Great, she thought to herself, he wanted to watch, and him watching meant him talking and him talking meant her concentration being broken and her concentration being broken meant no yoga. She straightened out of the position she was currently in preparing to end her yoga session when a thought popped into her head.
“Look, House, I can’t concentrate when you’re talking,” she said standing up. “But I have a proposition for you.”
“Does it involve sex?” he asked hopefully.
“No.” she said flatly. “If you can hold a hand stand longer than I can, you can stay out here and flap your gums to your hearts content, and I‘ll just have to deal with it. If you can’t, then you’ll have to leave and let me finish my yoga in peace.”
“You’re just full of competitiveness today, aren’t you?” he said thinking for a moment, “Throw in letting me see you do a split, and I’m in,” he said smirking.
She thought about this for a while, and then stuck her hand out. “Deal,” she said shaking his hand.
“Deal,” he said smirking even more.
“You wanna go separately or together?” Cuddy asked.
“Together. I wanna see how badly I kick your ass, while I’m kicking your ass,” he said cockily.
“We’ll see,” Cuddy said stretching her arms. “Ready?” she asked.
“Born ready,” he mumbled.
“Go.” She said flipping into her position. House did the same thing, avoiding pushing off of his right leg, which was a challenge.
Once House got into his position he started doing push-ups.
“You’re gonna tire yourself out,” she said flexing her feet.
“This is like a cake walk,” House said after straightening his arms. “The good thing about a hand stand is that you don’t need your legs to do one.
Cuddy could feel the blood rushing to her head, and was quickly getting dizzy. She tried bending her head backwards but it was the error of her ways. She lost her balance and tumbled into House, who cushioned her fall.
They wound up with Cuddy laying sprawled across House’s chest.
“Thanks, for breaking my fall,” she said quickly scrambling off of him.
“Yeah, I’m gonna need some Vicodin after this,” he said rubbing his leg, “like a truckload.”
Chapter 7-Truckload
After House swam a few more laps to release some of his sexual tension, he and Cuddy awkwardly went back to the hotel room. Cuddy grabbed some shorts and another tank and headed for the bathroom. When she got done showering she took her phone and went out onto the balcony to talk to her babysitter. Juanita assured Cuddy everything was fine with Rachel, before letting a very happy Rachel talk, or rather gurgle and giggle, to her mother. Cuddy’s eyes almost immediately filled with tears, and she quickly swiped them away. She didn’t think listening to her daughter babble would have this kind of effect on her but evidently it did. After Cuddy said her ‘good-byes’ she noticed the sun setting. The sky took on a pink-ish, orange-ish hue and was even purple in some places. It was no doubt one of the most beautiful things Cuddy had ever witnessed. She didn’t know how long she had been standing there, but the next thing she knew it was completely dark. Cuddy sighed, knowing she’d have to go back into the room eventually. She really didn’t want to deal with the House and his shenanigans after what happened earlier that day. But she couldn’t sleep on the balcony so she trudged back into the room.
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When Cuddy walked back into the room she quickly averted her eyes from the scene before her. “Oh, that’s just great, House,” she said looking down at the burgundy carpet.
House was sprawled out on the bed, shirtless, with his left hand shoved into his basketball shorts, and his right hand nursing a beer. Cuddy glanced at the t.v. at what appeared to be a French soap.
House only glanced up and took a swig of his beer, and shifted his hand in his shorts.
Cuddy sighed, “Do you think you could put some clothes on House?”
“Got clothes on,” he mumbled without taking his eyes off of the t.v.
“More clothes?” she asked.
“Why?” House asked stubbornly, “This is what I do at home. Since this is gonna be like my second home for the next six days and I have to share it with you, you’ll just have to deal with it.”
“All I’m asking is that you put on a shirt,” she said exasperatedly as she walked over to the computer.
“Why are you acting like you’ve never seen a half naked man before?” he asked following her movement.
“Why are you still half naked?” she asked ignoring his question.
“When was the last time you got laid,” he asked, “you’ve been bitchy ever since the beginning of this trip.”
“When was the last time you had sex without paying for it?” she asked turning on the computer.
“Why is your ass so big?” he said looking back at the television.
“Why is your penis so small?” she asked smoothly.
“Ouch!” House said sarcastically, “You win.”
Cuddy logged into her email and was astonished with how much had piled up in the 36 hour duration. It was a bunch of stuff concerning the hospital which she was millions of miles away from so it was really irrelevant. She logged into her personal email and was surprised to find several pictures of Rachel waiting for her. She smiled softly before feeling something hit her shoulder. When she looked down she saw a balled up tissue. She glared back at House who was staring at her.
“I’m bored,” he said simply.
“And what the hell am I supposed to do about that, House?” she said getting up to stretch, which reminded her she hadn’t done her yoga today. She walked over to the closet to retrieve her yoga mat from her suit case.
“Entertain me,” he said flatly, “you know one time I had this fantasy about you. A sex fantasy of course, you’ve probably already deduced that though, well anyway you were dressed like a naughty catholic school girl-“
“House I don’t want to hear about your fantasies,” she said opening the door to the balcony. She lit the candles that were already out there because it was already dark outside. She spread out the mat and went to stand on it.
“What are you doing out there,” she heard House ask through the door.
“Nothing,” she said a little too quickly. That was the last thing she needed, House disrupting her while she did her yoga. When he didn’t answer she assumed he gave up and continued watching television. She sighed a breath of relief and went into her first position, Bird of Paradise, holding it for sixty seconds. She then went into the Tree Pose, after doing a variety of standing positions she then went into back bend positions. She started with the One-legged king pigeonposition when she noticed House was being awfully quite and she couldn’t hear the television anymore so she assumed he went to reek havoc elsewhere. A frown formed on her face when she thought about a security guard bringing House back to the room. She went into the Little thunderbolt position, and heard the door to the balcony slide open roughly. Damn, she thought to herself. She turned her head to see House.
House could only stare at the weird position she had bent herself into.
“What do you want?” she asked counting down from sixty in her head.
“I want to know where your spine went,” House said, “cause I could of sworn you had one when you came out here.”
“What do you want?” she asked more exasperatedly this time.
“I’m still bored,” he said sitting in a chair on the other side of the balcony, still watching her.
Great, she thought to herself, he wanted to watch, and him watching meant him talking and him talking meant her concentration being broken and her concentration being broken meant no yoga. She straightened out of the position she was currently in preparing to end her yoga session when a thought popped into her head.
“Look, House, I can’t concentrate when you’re talking,” she said standing up. “But I have a proposition for you.”
“Does it involve sex?” he asked hopefully.
“No.” she said flatly. “If you can hold a hand stand longer than I can, you can stay out here and flap your gums to your hearts content, and I‘ll just have to deal with it. If you can’t, then you’ll have to leave and let me finish my yoga in peace.”
“You’re just full of competitiveness today, aren’t you?” he said thinking for a moment, “Throw in letting me see you do a split, and I’m in,” he said smirking.
She thought about this for a while, and then stuck her hand out. “Deal,” she said shaking his hand.
“Deal,” he said smirking even more.
“You wanna go separately or together?” Cuddy asked.
“Together. I wanna see how badly I kick your ass, while I’m kicking your ass,” he said cockily.
“We’ll see,” Cuddy said stretching her arms. “Ready?” she asked.
“Born ready,” he mumbled.
“Go.” She said flipping into her position. House did the same thing, avoiding pushing off of his right leg, which was a challenge.
Once House got into his position he started doing push-ups.
“You’re gonna tire yourself out,” she said flexing her feet.
“This is like a cake walk,” House said after straightening his arms. “The good thing about a hand stand is that you don’t need your legs to do one.
Cuddy could feel the blood rushing to her head, and was quickly getting dizzy. She tried bending her head backwards but it was the error of her ways. She lost her balance and tumbled into House, who cushioned her fall.
They wound up with Cuddy laying sprawled across House’s chest.
“Thanks, for breaking my fall,” she said quickly scrambling off of him.
“Yeah, I’m gonna need some Vicodin after this,” he said rubbing his leg, “like a truckload.”