mmom day #6 / House MD/ "Fantasy"
So like ... I was officially out of ideas yesterday. So if y'all want to suggest something for the rest of my mmom days, consider this like a drabble-prompt. Only, a drabble prompt that has to involve self-stimulation. =P
Title: Fantasy
Author: Djinn
Fandom: House MD
Characters: Cuddy
Rating: Mature
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, no profit being made
Summary: self-love
Word count: 225
Author Notes: This is similar in theme to the last one. Except, it's Cuddy.
A lot of Cuddy's fantasies centered around elaborate dreams of entire lives, where there was a husband waiting at home with her beautiful children, where she was praised and rewarded for having to make very difficult decisions, where her sister's four kids didn't make her a bigger success in their family than Lisa's medical degree and job running one of the better known hospitals on the east coast. Somehow all this worked it's way even into sexual fantasies; she closed her eyes and imagined that her supportive, handsome, loving husband was putting their children to bed (she always pictured daughters; little curls with curly hair and big eyes) and then he would slide into bed beside her, maybe run a hand along her thigh, skimming up under her negligee, pressing soft kisses against her shoulder and neck.
Sometimes, though, when she was very tired and very frustrated and so tense that she could barely lie down, when she just wanted to come and be done with it, she would let herself think about fantasies born out of distant memory, of Gregory House spread out beneath her and at her mercy. Most times, when she let her mind drift in that direction, she barely had to press her hand down between her legs, thumb pressed to her clit, before she was shuddering her way to orgasm.
Title: Fantasy
Author: Djinn
Fandom: House MD
Characters: Cuddy
Rating: Mature
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, no profit being made
Summary: self-love
Word count: 225
Author Notes: This is similar in theme to the last one. Except, it's Cuddy.
A lot of Cuddy's fantasies centered around elaborate dreams of entire lives, where there was a husband waiting at home with her beautiful children, where she was praised and rewarded for having to make very difficult decisions, where her sister's four kids didn't make her a bigger success in their family than Lisa's medical degree and job running one of the better known hospitals on the east coast. Somehow all this worked it's way even into sexual fantasies; she closed her eyes and imagined that her supportive, handsome, loving husband was putting their children to bed (she always pictured daughters; little curls with curly hair and big eyes) and then he would slide into bed beside her, maybe run a hand along her thigh, skimming up under her negligee, pressing soft kisses against her shoulder and neck.
Sometimes, though, when she was very tired and very frustrated and so tense that she could barely lie down, when she just wanted to come and be done with it, she would let herself think about fantasies born out of distant memory, of Gregory House spread out beneath her and at her mercy. Most times, when she let her mind drift in that direction, she barely had to press her hand down between her legs, thumb pressed to her clit, before she was shuddering her way to orgasm.