House/Cuddy -- House ruins yet another one of Cuddy's dates and she's furious with him the next day.
Title: The Fate of a Date
Author:
kerryaod
Rating: NC-17 [M on FanFic.net anyway]
Summary/Prompt: 182. House/Cuddy -- House ruins yet another one of Cuddy's dates and she's furious with him the next day. There's only one way to shut her up. Angry!Office-sex.
Word Count: 3093. I went a little crazy =D
A/N: This is less angry than I’d intended but all smut is good right? =) Unbeta’d also.
“House! What are you doing here?” She’d hastily spat at him as she pulled the door open, her glare evident on her face.
“You’re on a date.” She held up her hands exasperatedly - obviously she was since he was here.
“Yes, I’m on a date. Which I’m enjoying!”
“Need a consult.”
“You have no file!” She was getting more riled up by the minute and his annoying presence wasn’t doing anything to help.
“Still...” He pushed his way past her, forcing his way through into her house.
“House!” She stood their frozen by what he’d done, leaving the door wide open as she ran after him as he moved through her house.
“Hi, Greg House.”
“Tom Major.” He shook House’s offered hand, moving up on the couch as he sat down.
“Sergeant Major?”
“House...” Her tone had turned low and angry, the fire flaring through her eyes.
“So how did you meet this one Cuddles, Singleballroomdancelovers.com again or somewhere else?”
“I don’t-“
“Coffee bar.” House looked at her with pointedly raised eyebrows, wondering if she was telling the truth or not - for once her body language was perfectly clear. He looked back to Sergeant Major who seemed to be just as confused as when he’d arrived.
“Lisa? Who is he?”
“He’s-“
“She didn’t tell you about me? Lisa Cuddy you minx - trying to have your cake and eat it too?” Her stare hardened further, if that was even possible, causing him to shudder in mock fear.
“She’s nasty in bed. Real dominatrix - straps you down and doesn’t let you leave until she’s completely satisfied - insatiable.”
“HOUSE!” He actually jumped at her tone, wondering what she was actually going to do next.
“Lisa, is there something...?” She shook her head slowly, sighing to try and calm herself again.
“He’s an ass. I unfortunately work with him.”
“In every sense of the word.”
“House...” She ground out, her glare fixing upon him again.
“Uh oh.” He turned back round. “That look only means one thing! Spanky time!” He grinned as he looked across at her, slowly standing from the couch. “You got to grab her firmly or she’ll just run away - she’s a devious little thing.” She glanced past House to Tom, seeing the uncomfortable expression in his face and it stung. She really liked him and House was ripping that apart slowly with each word.
“I swear... there is nothing.” She shook her head slowly as she spoke, her voice softer than anything it had been earlier than night. “He’s trying to screw with me, with you!”
“Lise... I know you said he was troublesome but why do you still work with him?” She hated when guys asked that question - it was as bad as the ones like ‘do you love me’ or ‘I think we should take the next step’ - she hated having to justify yourself.
“He’s the best... his reputation means a lot to the hospital.” She looked down at the expression on Tom’s face, feeling her walls break down around her and not wanting either of them to see. She looked back up as she felt his soft hands on her face, not wanting to know what he was going to say.
“Don’t...” She whispered, shutting her eyes. She knew what he was going to say, what they were all going to say - it had been said so many times before she wondered why she even bothered.
“Lisa, you’re-“
“Don’t, please.” She whispered again, feeling his forehead rest upon hers.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered back, kissing her cheek softly before pulling away from her. She shut her eyes tighter as she heard the door shut, trying will her forming tears away. She moved through the living room to clear up what would have been, turning the lights off as she headed up to bed, ignoring the fact that House was still in her home. She sighed as she heard the door shut again, wiping the falling tears away. She’d liked him, really, really liked him and now... nothing, alone again.
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He’d tried to avoid her the next day, knowing that if she saw him she’d condemn him to Clinic duty or possibly even fire him. The morning had been successful but not the afternoon - he’d needed her approval on a procedure and his team were busy with the patient meaning that he had to go; Wilson was too much of a wuss to try and claim it was his patient also.
He knocked before entering for once, hoping that it might improve her mood a little if he was at least slightly polite. She didn’t look happy to see him when he entered and her expression told him that she either wanted to kill him or yell at him - he went for both at the same time.
“Get out.”
“I knocked, I-“
“Get. Out.” He sighed.
“Got a patient.” He held the file up, hoping that she’d at least stop her yelling so he could discuss this with her - he’d gladly leave then. She held her hand out for the file, hitting him with it as she took it from him before reading through it. She nodded when she was done, signing her name before handing it back to him - the gain outweighed the risks on this despite it being dangerous and she wasn’t in the mood to debate it out with him. His hand slid over hers as she handed the file back to him, him sighing softly as he looked down at her.
“Cuddy, I’m-“
“Go.” He knew that what he wanted to say would anger her further but he knew that he needed to - he’d gone too far last night and the sadness in her face then had hurt him just as much as it hurt her, well maybe not as much but it still made him feel like the bastard he was.
“I’m sorry.” Her head shot up, her eyes fixing on him instantly in a glare.
“You’re sorry?” He nodded slowly, wincing internally as she pushed her chair back and stood up.
“You’re sorry?!” Her tone increased in intensity as she spoke louder - maybe he was right with saying nothing, letting her get over it on her own.
“You ruined another one of my dates, with someone that actually liked me and wasn’t put off by my job or what I did and you’re sorry?” He nodded again, trying to look as convincingly apologetic as possible because he actually was sorry.
“YOU CROSSED THE LINE! YOU WENT TOO FAR, AGAIN!” He winced again at her pitch but knew that he deserved this.
“I was being a jerk, I-“
“You’re miserable, so you’re making everyone around you miserable. First Wilson and now me!” He shook his head.
“You deserve to be happy.” He looked down and away from her, not wanting to see the first in her eyes anymore. He felt the file slip back from his hand as she grabbed it, looking up as she started hitting him with it.
“Cuddy!”
“YOU ARE A MISERABLE JERK! YOU DON’T CARE AND THE FACT THAT YOU GET OFF ON-“ Her yells became muffled as his lips were pushed sharply against hers, her hits stopping too as he grabbed her hand, feeling the file drop from her as she relaxed. Neither knew how long the kiss went on for but it was deep, it was intense and they both nearly died from it from oxygen starvation.
“You deserve to be happy Cuddy.” He whispered as he tried to get his breath back, feeling her head rest against his chest as she heavily breathed. “I’m a jerk... you don’t deserve that.”
“Damn right.” She whispered, laughing softly as she looked up at him. His hand moved over her hip, caressing it lightly as his other arm moved behind him to lock the door. “What are you doing?” She whispered, looking up into his sparkling blue eyes.
“Don’t want to be caught.” His mouth fell back to hers, walking her backwards until she crashed into her desk as they kissed again. His cane fell forgotten somewhere along the way as did the file, the heat and moment between them the only thing that they could think of. The hand on her waist slid up her shirt as his other hand ran up her thigh, sneaking up her skirt. She squealed a little as he moved, pulling back from him.
“What...” She didn’t get chance to reply, feeling his kisses run down her neck, his teeth nipping at her skin as he moved. She moaned at the contact and the teasing feel of him, her hand finally managing to work before sliding along his chest, pushing his jacket further open before trying to work it from his shoulders. His hands moved from her to let her slide it off, his mouth still nipping and kissing at her neck. Her moans just encouraged him further, his mouth only breaking away from her skin so she could pull his shirt over his head before dropping back to her neck, trailing up until he was at her mouth again. She moaned into his mouth, her tongue tangling with his as he kissed her more forcefully and deeply than before.
His hands fell to her waist, his fingers rubbing in little caressing circles before sliding up her shirt quickly before back to her waist. His fingers left tingles on her skin, the tingles increasing as he sloppily unbuttoned her shirt, exposing her skin to the cold air around them. His little touches were driving her insane yet her mind couldn’t formulate any bigger ideas to solve that problem. She squeaked a little as he lifted her onto the desk, smiling as she pushed her shirt off for him, biting her lip gently as she teased as her bra strap.
“House...” She whispered, her hand sliding from her shoulder as she met his arm, her leg wrapping around his to pull him closer. The look of lusty desperation in her eyes was too much for him. He wanted the teasing to go on but her voice, and his cock, needed this to go further - her eyes told him that she needed the relief as much as he did. His hands slid further up her skirt, his fingers teasing her centre through her panties as he felt how wet she already was, his eyes glinting at her. She just rolled her eyes at him, pulling him again with both her legs, gasping as his fingers rubbed forcefully against her - she’d forgotten where his hand was.
“Cuddy...” She looked up with a devious smile at him, her hands slipping down his chest as her nails scraped at his skin, running over his erection through the material of his jeans as she reached for the zipper, pushing a finger through the gap to run at him again - two could tease.
“Cuddy...” His growl was more strained as he hardened, trying not to push himself into her hand as she wanted him to. He slid his hand away from her heat and down her leg to undo his jeans, feeling her nails jab into her hand as she stopped him.
“You don’t want to do that.” She whispered, moving her hand up from him to undo the button for him. He kissed her heavily again, lifting her from the desk as he felt her legs wrap around him again. He walked them backwards, grinning at her cry as her back pushed forcefully into the wall, her chest heaving as she breathed, feeling his hard cock pushing against her.
“Are you ever gonna do me?” She looked up with innocent eyes as she questioned him, smiling as he rolled his eyes back.
“You ever gonna shut up?” He cut her smile off with his lips, quickly kissing her before trailing down her neck to her breasts, teasing her nipples through the silky material of her bra. She moaned lightly at the contact as she arched her back to him, feeling his hands work around her back to work her bra off, giggling a little as he looked at her with a frown.
“Front clasp.” She whispered, giggling a little harder as he finally managed to open the small clasp, teasing the straps off her shoulders with his teeth, his stubble harshly grazing her shoulder. She gritted her teeth, trying not to make a noise but found it hard as his hand slid back up her skirt. She let out a little whimper as his fingers slipped down her panties, running through her soft curls as his fingers slid into her, sliding back out before rubbing against her.
“I hate you.” She muttered, shutting her eyes as she let her head fall back against the wall. She felt cold as his hand slid away, the contact returning a couple of minutes later as her panties slid down her legs.
“There’s a thin line between love and hate.” She shook her head.
“Hate, hate, HATE!” She gasped as he thrust quickly into her, catching her off guard. She slapped his chest as he laughed, catching her breath again as she felt him settle in her.
“You sure?” His fingers played along her thigh, his hand running on the underside as he lifted it to hook over his hip, feeling her pull him closer as she caught on.
“Definitely hate.” Her hand worked up his chest under they reached his neck, pulling him down to her. He puckered up to kiss her, feeling her bite his bottom lip before speaking.
“If you ever do-“ Her voice cut off as he thrust into her again, the hand around her waist slipping down to squeeze her ass, keeping her as close as possible.
“-this again.” She barely managed to finish.
“Shut up.” She grinned and squeezed around his waist tighter, gasping a little at the length of him moving in and out of her, crashing her against the wall at occasional thrusts. She felt herself slowly unwinding, her inner muscles clenching a little as she kept her leg tight around him, the friction inside her building higher, driving her crazy. She wanted to scream at the sensation but had to stop herself, knowing that her assistant outside would worry if she heard - it would get around the hospital too soon for her to be able to control. He laughed as he saw the tense expression on her face, yelping a little as she bit his shoulder to muffle her scream. The brief pain enhanced his pleasure, the speed of his thrusts quickening as he tried to make her climax first, knowing that he was close and she wouldn’t let him live it down if he was first
He let one hand slide from her hip, his eyes shutting as he felt his fingers rub over him. She gasped as his fingers found her, moaning harder from the friction of his penis and now from the gentle rubbing he was giving her clit - God this man was driving her insane. She felt him pause before he rubbed firmer, feeling his fingers dance around her opening as he teased at her.
She bit into his shoulder again, muffling her scream as the waves built higher until the finally crashed back into her, her muscles tightening around him as her orgasm sent... sensational bursts through her that she hadn’t felt in years. He came shortly after, feeling her still clench around her as she leaned against him, her chest heaving as she tried to think, to breathe.
He pouted a little as he felt her lean back against the wall, liking how her breasts had been rubbing against him as she breathed. He slid himself from her as she unhooked her legs, catching her as she almost collapsed to the floor from her jelly legs.
“You okay?” She nodded, looking up at him.
“Gimme a moment.” She balanced herself against the wall with her hands as she felt his arm slip away from her, her chest heaving as she quickly breathed.
“Cuddy?” She held a finger up to him to pause him, looking up a few minutes later at him.
“I still hate you.” She bent down to pick her bra up, slipping it back on as she moved to get her shirt, catching it as he threw it at her.
“You mean after that you still-“
“I just had sex with you!” She harshly whispered, keeping it low so her assistant outside wouldn’t hear - it was the last thing she needed right now.
“I figured it’d make up for what you didn’t get last night.” Her hand moved quicker than he expected, him being unable to stop her as she slapped him.
“Get out!” She turned away from him as she slid her shirt on, missing him rubbing his cheek where he was sure the imprint of her small hand would stay for the rest of the day.
“Cuddy, I-“
“I don’t want to hear it.” She whispered, leaning against the filing cabinet next to the wall as she finished the last buttons, rearranging her skirt.
“I didn’t mean it.” She shrugged, tipping her behind her shoulders as she looked up at the ceiling.
“I don’t care - I don’t want to hear it.”
“Call him.” Her head whipped around to his direction as she moved from the filing cabinet, stalking back over to him.
“You think after last night I can date him again without wondering what the hell you’re going to do, that he can date me without wondering if you’re going to pull some crazy shit again?!” He sighed and looked away from her as the fire returned to her eyes.
“YOU’RE RUINING MY LIFE! YOU’RE TURNING EVERYTHING GOOD INTO-“ She yelped a little as he grabbed her by the wrists. “Get off me!” He sighed.
“Cuddy, I’m not trying to... I hate seeing people happy when I’m not. I hate seeing you happy when you shouldn’t be with those idiots.”
“You hate...? IT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!” She pulled her hands back from him, looking towards her desk to find something to hit him with. Her search was cut short as his lips pressed against hers, his hand reaching to the back of her head to keep her against him. She struggled against him a little, hitting his chest as he let her go, hitting him a few more times before he grabbed her hands again.
“Just get out...” She whispered, shaking her head as she looked away - she couldn’t be near him any longer.