A Friend With Breasts And All The Rest
Title: A Friend With Breasts And All The Rest
Author: kick_back_80s
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Cuddy/Thirteen
Disclaimer: I don't own them. At all.
Prompt: 51. Cuddy/Thirteen: “It was the stupidest thing she’d ever done.” [for housefemslash]
They're kissing as soon as the lock clicks shut on the door. Thirteen's pressed against it, shirt being unbutton by Cuddy as their mouths fumble together.
"The bed would be... so much better," Thirteen says in between kisses, undoing Cuddy's shirt as well.
Cuddy nods, and then Thirteen is leading them back to the bedroom, slowly, as they take off heels and slide off skirts and exchange fervent kisses at each new reveal of skin.
--
Thirteen's mouth is hot against Cuddy's neck as she kisses and licks down it, not quite stopping long enough to spell words into Cuddy's skin, but creating half patterns that mark a trail to her breasts, and when she gets there, her teeth lightly bite the nipple before it's soothed by a tongue and that hot, wet mouth sucking on it. And then Thirteen's mouth is switching over to the other breast and her hand is almost dancing along Cuddy's hip, starting at the belly button and then slowly making it's way over and down and into the part where her leg meets her body. Thirteen's hand begins tracing invisble patterns on Cuddy's inner thigh while her mouth moves down, kissing each rib as it descends, and Cuddy mutters something about being a tease, causing Thirteen to smirk against her skin. And then both hands are making nonsensical patterns on Cuddy's thighs and Thirteen's alternating kisses where her fingers just were and Cuddy's brain protests, thinks there's no way that's possible, but her legs keep opening up just a little bit more and her mouth starts begging without her brain's permission and somewhere in between a "you're such a tease," and "please just--", Thirteen's tongue is licking against Cuddy's clit and she's moaning instead of talking, her hands grabbing onto the sheets and shifting to press against that tongue because of how good it makes her feel. Thirteen's finger is slowing pushing inside Cuddy as she gently bites her inner thighs, curling her finger before adding a second one, her thumb teasing Cuddy's clit. Thirteen makes her way back up to Cuddy's breasts, fingers moving in and out of her as Cuddy's body arches to take them deeper.
"Fuck," Thirteen says against Cuddy's skin, "You feel so good."
Cuddy moans as Thirteen quickens her pace, hand moving off the bed to clutch at Thirteen's arm or hair or anything it can, and then Cuddy's breath is shallow as her body spasms and she's coming, and Thirteen doesn't stop, but she moves back down to lick and suck and prolong Cuddy's orgasm for as long as possible.
--
In the morning, Cuddy tries to console her cognitive dissonance by working off the assumption that neither of them really meant for this to happen, that she never consciously sought out Thirteen at the bar, and she never intended to drink enough to even entertain the idea of sleeping with Thirteen. Partially, she reasons, because it would give House something to tease her about if he ever found out, and partially because she is Thirteen's boss' boss.
And, maybe, if she is feeling introspective about the whole situation and wants to be honest with herself, she never entertained the idea because she was scared she might like it. Which she had, so very, very much, if the memories of the way that tongue and those fingers had felt on her and in her were anything to go by.
None of that really seems to matter anymore, though, because Cuddy just woke up, still naked, and still in what is most definitely not her bed. And Cuddy thinks, as sunlight peeks through closed curtains and a hangover makes the light appear to be so much brighter, that last night was, perhaps, the stupidest thing she'd ever done, even if it felt pretty damn good at the time.
The only way she can think of to avoid having the awkward morning after conversation is to leave before Thirteen wakes up. Except she isn't really sure how she got into the bed last night, or to the apartment, and she doesn't quite know if she's got any money for a cab, and, really, the bed's quite warm and it's probably cold and there's no telling where her clothes ended up.
Cuddy sighs and turns over to face Thirteen. At the very least, she could maybe get a ride back to her place.
--
"How does breakfast sound?" Thirteen asks, opening up her fridge.
Cuddy shrugs, sitting down at the kitchen table, clothes a little rumpled and not quite fitting right.
"I'll take that as a 'good idea! Why don't you make eggs? I like mine scrambled,'" Thirteen mutters, pulling out the eggs.
"Sunny side up, actually," Cuddy says.
Thirteen puts the egg cartoon next to the stove and turns around to stare at her.
"What?" Cuddy asks.
"Nothing. Just think, though, if you hadn't said anything, then you'd be having scrambled eggs instead," Thirteen replies, and Cuddy laughs. "Now," Thirteen continues, "how do you make eggs sunny side up?"
Author: kick_back_80s
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Cuddy/Thirteen
Disclaimer: I don't own them. At all.
Prompt: 51. Cuddy/Thirteen: “It was the stupidest thing she’d ever done.” [for housefemslash]
They're kissing as soon as the lock clicks shut on the door. Thirteen's pressed against it, shirt being unbutton by Cuddy as their mouths fumble together.
"The bed would be... so much better," Thirteen says in between kisses, undoing Cuddy's shirt as well.
Cuddy nods, and then Thirteen is leading them back to the bedroom, slowly, as they take off heels and slide off skirts and exchange fervent kisses at each new reveal of skin.
--
Thirteen's mouth is hot against Cuddy's neck as she kisses and licks down it, not quite stopping long enough to spell words into Cuddy's skin, but creating half patterns that mark a trail to her breasts, and when she gets there, her teeth lightly bite the nipple before it's soothed by a tongue and that hot, wet mouth sucking on it. And then Thirteen's mouth is switching over to the other breast and her hand is almost dancing along Cuddy's hip, starting at the belly button and then slowly making it's way over and down and into the part where her leg meets her body. Thirteen's hand begins tracing invisble patterns on Cuddy's inner thigh while her mouth moves down, kissing each rib as it descends, and Cuddy mutters something about being a tease, causing Thirteen to smirk against her skin. And then both hands are making nonsensical patterns on Cuddy's thighs and Thirteen's alternating kisses where her fingers just were and Cuddy's brain protests, thinks there's no way that's possible, but her legs keep opening up just a little bit more and her mouth starts begging without her brain's permission and somewhere in between a "you're such a tease," and "please just--", Thirteen's tongue is licking against Cuddy's clit and she's moaning instead of talking, her hands grabbing onto the sheets and shifting to press against that tongue because of how good it makes her feel. Thirteen's finger is slowing pushing inside Cuddy as she gently bites her inner thighs, curling her finger before adding a second one, her thumb teasing Cuddy's clit. Thirteen makes her way back up to Cuddy's breasts, fingers moving in and out of her as Cuddy's body arches to take them deeper.
"Fuck," Thirteen says against Cuddy's skin, "You feel so good."
Cuddy moans as Thirteen quickens her pace, hand moving off the bed to clutch at Thirteen's arm or hair or anything it can, and then Cuddy's breath is shallow as her body spasms and she's coming, and Thirteen doesn't stop, but she moves back down to lick and suck and prolong Cuddy's orgasm for as long as possible.
--
In the morning, Cuddy tries to console her cognitive dissonance by working off the assumption that neither of them really meant for this to happen, that she never consciously sought out Thirteen at the bar, and she never intended to drink enough to even entertain the idea of sleeping with Thirteen. Partially, she reasons, because it would give House something to tease her about if he ever found out, and partially because she is Thirteen's boss' boss.
And, maybe, if she is feeling introspective about the whole situation and wants to be honest with herself, she never entertained the idea because she was scared she might like it. Which she had, so very, very much, if the memories of the way that tongue and those fingers had felt on her and in her were anything to go by.
None of that really seems to matter anymore, though, because Cuddy just woke up, still naked, and still in what is most definitely not her bed. And Cuddy thinks, as sunlight peeks through closed curtains and a hangover makes the light appear to be so much brighter, that last night was, perhaps, the stupidest thing she'd ever done, even if it felt pretty damn good at the time.
The only way she can think of to avoid having the awkward morning after conversation is to leave before Thirteen wakes up. Except she isn't really sure how she got into the bed last night, or to the apartment, and she doesn't quite know if she's got any money for a cab, and, really, the bed's quite warm and it's probably cold and there's no telling where her clothes ended up.
Cuddy sighs and turns over to face Thirteen. At the very least, she could maybe get a ride back to her place.
--
"How does breakfast sound?" Thirteen asks, opening up her fridge.
Cuddy shrugs, sitting down at the kitchen table, clothes a little rumpled and not quite fitting right.
"I'll take that as a 'good idea! Why don't you make eggs? I like mine scrambled,'" Thirteen mutters, pulling out the eggs.
"Sunny side up, actually," Cuddy says.
Thirteen puts the egg cartoon next to the stove and turns around to stare at her.
"What?" Cuddy asks.
"Nothing. Just think, though, if you hadn't said anything, then you'd be having scrambled eggs instead," Thirteen replies, and Cuddy laughs. "Now," Thirteen continues, "how do you make eggs sunny side up?"