[RP for dateless_doc]

[whatstheddx]

copy/pasted from smuttysws and continued here

whatstheddx: [email] Finish early tonight. Pretty please? -House.
dateless_doc: [txt] Have something in mind for tonight?
whatstheddx: [txt] I have something in my pants for tonight, too.
dateless_doc [txt] How can I resist such a sweet talk [txt] Be in my office in ten minutes
whatstheddx: [txt] Yes, mistress. [txt] Shall I bring what's in my pants to your office

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[whatstheddx]

"It's been a long day and I have a very active imagination," he replied just before Cuddy kissed him again. He kissed back with equal greediness, slipping a hand down to her ass and he pulled her hard against him. Already they were making short, quiet shuffling and bumping noises against the door; those noises were going to get a whole lot louder if things didn't move to a more private part of his apartment.

While her hands sneaked up his shirt, an itch to feel her naked body pressed up against his flared in him. She ducked away from him before he had any chance to act on that, though. Dropping his other hand away from where it had still been resting against the door, he smirked at her dodging away from him and starting to undress. "Tease," he complained, definitely not seriously, and he began following her down the hall.

When he reached the hallway entrance, he lifted his cane and hooked it up on the protruding frame, then likewise started to undo his button-down. By the time he reached the bedroom door, he'd discarded the shirt to the floor and then stripped his t-shirt off.

He tossed it over to Cuddy playfully. "Do you have any idea how long today was?" he said. "Nothing to do, nothing to keep me entertained... Amazing how slow a day goes when you know you could be having way more fun with no clothes on."

[hbic_cuddy]

The coy smile on Cuddy's face deepened when House mimicked her by stripping off his shirt. She didn't care that he was fifty years old and he was a little softer around the middle and his hair was a little grayer...and thinner. Sure, she could regret all those years of being apart, the years when he was younger and fitter and still had his whole leg. There wouldn't be any point, though. That was the past. What they had was now and she was grateful for that.

"I feel your pain," she said, tossing his shirt back at him. The shirt was quickly followed by her bra. She kicked off her high heels and moved toward him again, sliding her hands up to his shoulders. "I mean that literally, of course. When you're bored or frustrated, you tend to make everyone around you feel your pain."

She leaned into him, having to lift up on the balls of her feet now that she didn't have her high heels to compensate for the height difference. She ran one hand through his hair as she kissed him, slow and deep. Maybe it was just the newness of it all but she felt like all the years of denial made every kiss, every touch, that much more intense.

[whatstheddx]

House caught the shirt against his chest, then made a one-handed grab for Cuddy's bra. "Now we're talkin'," he said, gazing appreciatively at her naked breasts and her toned stomach. All the times he'd fantasised about seeing her naked - about being naked with her. It still almost felt too surreal to be true that she was finally his, something he never thought would happen, something he was scared wouldn't happen. Something he was scared would happen, most of all. Scared because of all the hurt that could come with letting his guard down around someone ever again, especially around Cuddy who knew him so well.

He was still admiring her breasts when she approached him; he discarded his shirt and her bra to the floor when her arms came up around him, and he pulled her against him by her waist. Her skin was warm, soft, sent a ripple of excitement through him. "I think everyone around me has kinda noticed my good mood too much to feel my pain," he said with a smirk. "I really should fix that."

House tightened his arms around Cuddy as she leaned up for another kiss. This kiss held a lot less inhibition, not that there was much there to begin with. But this kiss was raw and heated, all tongues and soft sucking sounds of their lips moving over each other. Heat ignited under his skin, everywhere, making all the blood in his body rush down to his groin. He slid his hands up her bare back, then down to her ass, which he squeezed.

"Mmm," he quietly murmured as the kiss briefly broke. Running his hands up along her sides, House travelled them around to her front, cupping her breasts. Her nipples tightened and swirled against his palms. He thumbed them, gently squeezed them, and then he reached up to his shoulders for her hands. Linking their fingers together, he brought their joined hands down to their sides as he kissed her again, nudging her to start shuffling back towards the bed.

[hbic_cuddy]

"You've got your fellows pretty well confused," she agreed. "Half the time they're just glad you're not snapping at them every thirty seconds, the other half of the time, they're wondering what new drug you're on and how long it'll take you to crash."

House's fellows were a little more used to his different moods than the rest of the hospital staff but even they were baffled by his recent good mood. She had to admit, it was entertaining to watch them wracking their brains, all the while knowing exactly what had made House happy...ish.

Her soft little sighs of pleasure turned into breathless moans as his hands roamed her body. She shouldn't be surprised sex was so passionate between them. Aside from the fact they were really into each other, they had years of pent up tension to release. And damn but it felt good to release it.

When she felt the mattress against the back of her knees, she drew their joined hands to the zipper on her skirt. She wiggled her ass until the skirt slipped to the floor and then she kicked it aside. All the while she kissed him, sucking at his lip, their tongues dueling when she opened her mouth to him. No matter how deeply they kissed, it wasn't enough. She opened her mouth wider, sucked harder, pushed her tongue deeper in a desire to be as close to him as possible.

Of course, there were ways to get closer.... "Time's a wasting," she murmured against his lips. She brought her hands to his belt, impatiently unzipping and pushing and pulling until his pants were pooled on the floor. Then she crawled on the bed, never breaking the kiss.