Bound
Chapter 10- Possessive
It had been an hour or two maybe three, House could no longer tell, into the day’s conference. All he could think of was ways to get Cuddy to crack and now he was narrowing his ideas down between two. When House saw her open her notebook, he assumed they were up to speak next. He quickly chose between the two he had, and smirked devilishly to himself. If anyone looked at him at that moment they would’ve sworn he was the Grinch. He looked at Cuddy again to see her vigorously scratching something out, when her pen fell to the floor and rolled forward. She bent down to pick it up and House stared at her firm ass in appreciation. When he looked up he saw a slightly balding middle aged man was also staring and House glared at him when he looked up. The other doctor just smirked at House, not even aware of the daggers House was shooting his way. House heard another round of applause and looked up. Had it been time for them to speak already, he asked himself. He watched Cuddy stand up and smooth her hands over her skirt. Why did she have to wear such tight skirts? Wait! What was he saying? Those tight skirts were the only reasons he got up some mornings! But that didn’t mean he wanted those skirts to be the only reasons other men woke up in the morning.
“Next up to speak,” Dr. Barker said in an overly chipper voice, “I would like to introduce to you Dr. Lisa Cuddy and Dr. Gregory House.” Cuddy confidently walked up to the podium, her ass swaying to the beat of her Jimmy Choos. House possessively stood extremely close behind her, effectively brushing up against her.
House was standing so close to Cuddy, she could feel his breath on her neck. She involuntary shivered and took a step forward. House mimicked her movement, effectively pinning her to the podium. His plan was going nicely.
No, she thought to herself he was NOT going to do this to her. She quickly reached behind her and grabbed House’s package harshly through his pants. House had not expected this, and squeaked like a little bitch. She turned around to face him. Go sit down, she mouthed to him. When he only stared at her she tightened her grip on him. From the audience it looked like House was doubled over clutching his stomach so when Cuddy turned around and blocked where her hand was, and put the other hand on his shoulder, it only looked like she was trying to soothe him. GO, NOW, she mouthed again. She let go of him and escorted him back to his seat.
“Listen, House,” she whispered to him angrily, “and you listen good! I have put up with a lot of your shit, but publicly putting my rep on the line is where I draw that same line. Now you sit back here and keep your mouth shut! And I swear to God if you so much as murmur you will be sleeping out on the balcony tonight in the forty degree weather!”
Cuddy turned back around and smoothed out her suit. She walked confidently up the podium for the second time that day and took a few deep breaths.
After she came up with a lame excuse about House not feeling well she started her speech. “Sorry about that folks, Dr. House back there isn’t feeling to well,” she said motioning behind her, “and I’m Dr. Lisa Cuddy. We are doctors from Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, in Princeton, New Jersey. I am Hospital Administrator and Dean of Medicine there, and specialize in endocrinology. Dr. House is Head of Diagnostics, and has a double specialty in nephrology and infectious disease. PPTH is a teaching hospital, obviously, and we are located on Princeton State College Campus.”
That’s as far as House got until his mind began to wander. He wondered what Jimmy and his team were doing and how many patients they had killed in the seventy-two hours he had been away. He was also debating whether or not he should tell Jimmy, he and Cuddy had sex. He figured he should hold off on that one, Jimmy was like a fifth grade girl when it came to him and Cuddy.
Cuddy had just about wrapped up her speech and it was now time for the question and answer portion of it. She could feel House getting restless behind her, and quickly answered the questions before House did anything else to embarrass them.
“I would like to thank you all for listening and enjoy the rest of the speakers,” she said rather quickly.
When Cuddy returned to her seat, she glared long and hard at House. She was almost positive that she was going to kill House now. Why would he even want to pull a stunt like that, after the brawl they had that morning. Did he think it was funny? [H]uddy[H]uddy[H]uddy[H]uddy[H]uddy[H]uddy[H]uddy[H]uddy[H]uddy[H]uddy[H]uddy[H]uddy[H]uddy
Before Cuddy knew it Dr. Barker had been thanking everyone for attending today. She left the auditorium without House in hopes of changing her clothes for the dinner in peace. When she got back up to the room, she picked out her clothes, a black strapless dress that stopped at her knees. It had a six inch slit in the back where her porcelain legs were shone off. She also picked out her four and a half inch black Prada heels. She went into the bathroom to do her hair and make-up. When she came out she changed into the clothes she picked out earlier. She was in the kitchen when she heard the door to the room open. She sighed to herself and polished off of the wine she was sipping on.
“Could’ve at least told me about the dinner,” he mumbled as he made his way into the room.
“Before or after you pissed me off this morning, and then again this afternoon,” she asked not looking at him. She stood up to get her clutch and she felt his eyes on her body the entire time.
House couldn’t peel his eyes away from her. The dress hugged her in all the right places, and her breasts were, of course, well displayed. Wait, “It’s formal, too?” he asked agitatedly.
“Yep,” she said switching everything from her Coach bag into her Versace clutch, “so you need to wear a tie. Hurry up and get changed so we can get this thing over with.”
He got changed into a black shirt and dress pants, with his black and white Converses. The dress pants were pushing it, but dress shoes were where he drew the line. He purposely picked out his clothes so that he matched Cuddy. She was bound to say something to him. Now, he only needed to put on his tie, which would be a problem considering he hadn’t tied one in about as long as Cuddy last had sex. He limped out to the bedroom, where Cuddy was sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Need you to tie this,” he said holding his tie out to her. She took it away from him and tied it while it was around her neck first.
“Sit down,” she said pointing to the bed. After he sat, she moved to stand in between his legs. She started to take the tie over his head but it wouldn’t fit. “Dammit,” she mumbled to herself, “heads too big.”
Once she realized what she said she quickly glared at him, silencing any jokes he had to make. She quickly untied it and just tied it while it was around his neck. She was only slightly aware of his scrutiny of her. When she looked back up at him, he was still shamelessly staring.
House thought this position felt so right, he never wanted to leave it.
“You’re not gonna say anything about our matching outfits?” he asked.
“We look cute, people will think we’re married,” she said flatly. This threw him a little, one second she was ready to wrench his balls from his body, the next she was making marriage jokes.
“Let’s get out of here,” she said grabbing her clutch and heading to the door.