Lisa Cuddy/Stacy Warner ; House, MD
Title: Fumigation
Fandom: House, MD
Characters: Cuddy/Stacy
Prompt: 073 - Light
Word Count: 473
Rating: G
Summary: A morning in a two star hotel while Cuddy’s house gets fumigated.
Author's Notes: Haven’t written in a while, so it probably sucks, but I wanted to get the ball rolling again.
‘Oh, God.’
‘What?’
Lisa shielded her eyes and rolled onto her stomach. The cushion beneath her smelt of cat piss and stale bread, and she wondered for a moment what exactly persuaded her to stay at a two star hotel for the weekend.
‘What a terrible sleep I had.’
‘I said you could have stayed in the bed,’ Stacy replied, much too comfortably for Lisa’s liking. ‘Anyway, your house should ready by this afternoon, so got changed.’
Lisa slowly pushed herself off the cat piss-smelling couch and turned her head to Stacy, who was sitting on the edge of the single bed, pulling her shoes on. The light from outside hurt her eyes, and it didn’t surprise her that she felt like she had a hang over despite having nothing to drink the night before. The fact that her house had been infested with cockroaches so she hadn’t been having a good sleep for two weeks, and spent the night on a creaky couch didn’t help.
Slumping down a bit, she uncertainly let her feet hit the ground and stood. Easing out the knots in her back, she stretched her arms over her head and yawned.
She didn’t feel any better.
‘My head is killing me,’ she mumbled under her breath. Stacy stood, crossed the room, and drew the blinds.
‘Better?’
‘No.’ Lisa paused and shuffled to the bed. Falling down on it, nightgown riding up at the back, she buried her face into the pillow. It smelt of urine as well, but the mattress was comfy, and Stacy’s shampoo filled the linen. She heard Stacy walk over, and the mattress sunk when she sat on the edge. A warm hand brushed against her thigh and started up her back, resting between her shoulder blades. There was some movement again, and Lisa soon found herself squished to the edge of the bed as Stacy lay beside her.
‘I’m not sure whether I should ask if you just have really bad morning breath, or you stink like that all the time.’
‘You flatter me sometimes’ Lisa mumbled. She stopped, gathered her thoughts, and then started again. ‘I think the owner has a bunch of cats she throws into rooms when they misbehave.’
Stacy snorted and brushed the back of hand along Lisa’s cheek. ‘I’d like to throw you in a room when you misbehave.’
‘That… makes no sense if you’re trying to sweet-talk.’
‘Yes, it does.’
Lisa raised a brow, her eyelids heavy, her mind foggy. ‘Oh? How?’
Stacy shrugged and wrapped an arm around Lisa, pulling her close. ‘Let’s think about it when we wake up.’
Lisa yawned, and allowed herself to be manipulated, arm around Stacy’s waist, head in her neck. ‘Okay,’ she murmured before closing her eyes and taking in a deep breath of Stacy’s smell. ‘Sounds like a good idea.’
Fandom: House, MD
Characters: Cuddy/Stacy
Prompt: 073 - Light
Word Count: 473
Rating: G
Summary: A morning in a two star hotel while Cuddy’s house gets fumigated.
Author's Notes: Haven’t written in a while, so it probably sucks, but I wanted to get the ball rolling again.
‘Oh, God.’
‘What?’
Lisa shielded her eyes and rolled onto her stomach. The cushion beneath her smelt of cat piss and stale bread, and she wondered for a moment what exactly persuaded her to stay at a two star hotel for the weekend.
‘What a terrible sleep I had.’
‘I said you could have stayed in the bed,’ Stacy replied, much too comfortably for Lisa’s liking. ‘Anyway, your house should ready by this afternoon, so got changed.’
Lisa slowly pushed herself off the cat piss-smelling couch and turned her head to Stacy, who was sitting on the edge of the single bed, pulling her shoes on. The light from outside hurt her eyes, and it didn’t surprise her that she felt like she had a hang over despite having nothing to drink the night before. The fact that her house had been infested with cockroaches so she hadn’t been having a good sleep for two weeks, and spent the night on a creaky couch didn’t help.
Slumping down a bit, she uncertainly let her feet hit the ground and stood. Easing out the knots in her back, she stretched her arms over her head and yawned.
She didn’t feel any better.
‘My head is killing me,’ she mumbled under her breath. Stacy stood, crossed the room, and drew the blinds.
‘Better?’
‘No.’ Lisa paused and shuffled to the bed. Falling down on it, nightgown riding up at the back, she buried her face into the pillow. It smelt of urine as well, but the mattress was comfy, and Stacy’s shampoo filled the linen. She heard Stacy walk over, and the mattress sunk when she sat on the edge. A warm hand brushed against her thigh and started up her back, resting between her shoulder blades. There was some movement again, and Lisa soon found herself squished to the edge of the bed as Stacy lay beside her.
‘I’m not sure whether I should ask if you just have really bad morning breath, or you stink like that all the time.’
‘You flatter me sometimes’ Lisa mumbled. She stopped, gathered her thoughts, and then started again. ‘I think the owner has a bunch of cats she throws into rooms when they misbehave.’
Stacy snorted and brushed the back of hand along Lisa’s cheek. ‘I’d like to throw you in a room when you misbehave.’
‘That… makes no sense if you’re trying to sweet-talk.’
‘Yes, it does.’
Lisa raised a brow, her eyelids heavy, her mind foggy. ‘Oh? How?’
Stacy shrugged and wrapped an arm around Lisa, pulling her close. ‘Let’s think about it when we wake up.’
Lisa yawned, and allowed herself to be manipulated, arm around Stacy’s waist, head in her neck. ‘Okay,’ she murmured before closing her eyes and taking in a deep breath of Stacy’s smell. ‘Sounds like a good idea.’