>> Since I've Been Loving You Ch. {house/cuddy} Ch1-4
Title ; Since I've Been Loving You
Huddy
Rating ; PG13 but just to be safe, R
Summary: This starts a few years later, Cuddy's married and House goes to visit.
CHARACTERS BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTED OWNER. I MAKE NO MONEY OFF THIS. SO PLS DON'T SUE, this is just my imagination going mental.
All mistakes are my own.
Ch 1-4
This has many mistakes, the following Chapters will be spell checked. But please if you could, don't hold that against me?? If you can't I understand, and well, thanks for trying/attempting.
---Chapter 1---
He watched as Mark loaded boxes into the truck. Little Lila carrying her doll house, Lisa taking one last look at her home. She was moving. She had a family, everything she's ever wanted. Funny how ironic things can be, he use to take her for granted. He'd always wanted her, but he never really realized it until she showed him the ring Mark gave her. He was still her annoying day job, but it took on a role of commitment to some extent. He would tease her, she would dare to motivate a banter. Frustrated sighs turned into laughs, personal space be damned, he would brush against her arm with his own and she'd turn and give him the littlest of smiles.
What he wants, he can't really say. He couldn't express things, especially when it came to things like this. Wilson knows, has always known, but he doesn't say anything about it anymore because the last time Wilson expressed his veiws, House got drunk and got into a car accident. House begged him not to tell her, all he had was a scratch here, a bruise there, little things. Wilson stopped prodding, because as much as he knew that House loved her, he also knew how rejection would be the end for him.
House watched the truck drive away. 'Goodbye Lisa.'
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He limped to the door. Knocking would be good manners, but he hadn't seen her in 3 years, he had to make a good impression. It was 5 in the morning, lights still off on the street, crickets chirping. He smirked, 'Lisa! I have your tampons! Open the door!' He screamed. He saw a light turn on in the second story window. 'Tampons for Lisa Cuddy! They're warm!'
Other houses turned on their lights. Some neighbors even went to their doors. He heard the steps, the door swung open. Robe clinging tightly to her tiny frame, she shook her head. 'I forgot what an ass you are', She motioned to invite him in. He took in the room, beige walls, perfect white painted windows. Scent of flowers, furniture perfectly arranged. 'What is this a funeral home?' he sat down on the couch.
'Oh that's right, you're use to prison cells.' She mocked. They looked at each other for a moment. he didn't notice he was frowning until she looked away. He fought against the urge to touch her, to be able to make contact with the thing he feared most. She took the seat next to him. 'How are you?' She asked.
'I'm spiffy.' He smirked at her. She smiled at him. He met her eyes, it had been awhile since he'd been able to do that. A spark ignited inside of him as she looked into his, she didn't shy away from him. Her eyes were like glass, a mirror of emotion that made him want to kiss her. He pushed back her curls and brushed his hand down her shoulder. A noise came from upstairs which made them jump and move away from each other.
Lila came down the stairs and into the kitchen. 'I should go get changed.' Cuddy patted his shoulder before she walked up the stairs.
Mark came down the stairs after a few minutes. He gave a wave. 'Hey Greg. Good morning.'
'I wouldn't say it's that good, it's a weekend and I'm not even wasted.' House liked that he could throw Mark off.
'There is that.' Mark gave a nervous laugh, and then dissapeared into the kitchen.
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It's been more that half an hour and House has been sitting in this restaurant listening to Mark and his friends talk about politics and football. Every once in a while House would nudge Cuddy and get food from her plate with his fork.
'Yeah I just love going into the gym and working my ass off. It's such a rush. Your body just feeds pumped after every limit you push.'
Cuddy's foot touched Mark's as she motioned to House.
'Oh Yeah, of course, Greg what do you think about a good workout?' Mark and his buddies looked at House.
'I guess if you're that concerned with your outer appearance, you either have a lousy peronality, or you can't get your little soldier up, working out would be an added bonus then. I mean girls must dig guys with biceps bigger than their dicks.'
Mark and his buddies let the table fall silent. House smirked and held his head high. 'Great Restaurant.' He finished up his glass of wine.
---
House was pacing downstairs. It was almost midnight. 'You need me to smack you with a cooking pan.' Cuddy asked.
'If that's how you like to get your freak on, I'm down with it.' He walked to her. She got on her tip-toes and smiled at him.
'Great dinner by the way. I haven't had that much fun in, lets see, two minutes ago in the bathroom, scented candles, my hand around..'
'NO!' she covered her ears. 'Just don't. I don't need that image in my mind.' She shook her hands.
'Well truthfully I wanted it to be your hand.' He stared down at her.
She felt uncomfortable. 'I should go to bed.' She stated, but didn't move.
She finally walked to the stairs. She was startled that his hand went around her waist as he gently pushed her to the wall and kissed her. . His lips on hers, his hand on her neck. She's got her arms around him, heavy breathing. He finally stops, and moves away.
'I..' She smacks him before he can apologize. She doesn't look back as she goes upstairs.
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He limps upstairs. Mark left about two hours ago. He was bored, and needed to release tension. His thigh wasn't use to emotional baggage. He went down the hall and to the left, pushed the door slightly open with his cane. The bed was unmade, so he went over to it. Looked at the striped walls, mirror, shelves, tv... he sat on the edge of the bed. Noise came from the bathroom, he knew he shouldn't be here. Knew he was safer away, far far away. Not here, in this house, with scent of roses, warmth, security. A glimpse of what he could have had. The door opens, Cuddy is in her robe. Her eyes are stained, her hair damp. She's been crying, and she looks fragile. He believes that.
She looks at him wanting to ask why, but she can't say anything. She wants him next to her, but she can't cross that line. She kneels in front of him, places his hands on her face. His eyes never leave hers, she starts to shrug off the robe, she out on a limb here. Her hands lead his to her collarbone. Her eyes are glistening, he pulls his hand away. She's afraid of abandonment, her face gives away everything and he sweeps her up and kisses her forehead. 'You know what I want to do?' He asked. She shrugged, 'Let's put a condom on a bananna'. He immediatley felt her relax as she gave a tiny smile.
---Chapter 2---
She laughed. 'You use to hate this!'.
'Oh like you care! You forced me to go down to new interns every year and give them a sex demonstration!' He shook his head in disgust.
'To which you went into perfect detail about how intercourse somehow will only be 'appropriate' if you had one of three things. A Hooker, A playmate, or A sex-crazed nun.' She winced.
'Well you interrupted me from watching Jerry Springer.' He face wreaked of dissaproval.
'How's James?' She started making a balloon out of a condom.
'Starting his fourth affair. He has wedding bells pouring out of his ears. I don't think he knows that you can have sex without getting clingy. Besides, if a hooker doesn't work, I personally woulnd't mind having a married woman.' He glanced at her as she looked down to her hands , her lips drawn into a firm line.
'What about you?' She didn't look up at him as she asked.
'You know me' he popped in a few Vicodin,.' Sex. Drugs. Rock and Roll. I hardly have to do clinic duty because I slept with the new Dean Of Medicine. She's 10 years younger than you, and she say's I have a Jagger thing going on. I fucked her with my cane.' He didn't mean to be that blunt, but his stubborness wouldn't let him leave that part out.
Cuddy noticed the way she grit her teeth and gave him a evil stare. 'I should go check on Lila.' Cuddy got up and walked back inside the house.
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He walked into the spare room upstairs, Cuddy sitting on a chair, very deep in thought. 'You are hiding.' He stated.
'I'm not hiding. I'm thinking.' She took a pillow off the bed and hugged it.
'You're trying to hide what you're thinking.' He speculated.
'No, I'm not. I don't need you to here me voice my thoughts. I have a right to my privacy.'
'So you do have voices in your head?'
'No, House, unlike you I'm not mildly schitzophrenic.'
'And unlike you, I'm not a helpless nuerotic.' He tapped her leg with his cane.
She raised her eyebrows. 'I wasn't born with a 666 on my forehead.'
'I'm not a woman with a penis.'
'Oh here it comes. You can spread rumors behind my back, but saying it to my face...How junior high of you.'
'If we were in junior high I would get a chance to feel you up. De-flower you. Then take your panties and replace them with the school flag.'
She got up and walked beside him. He could feel her breath on his neck. "Who say's I'd be wearing panties.' She walked away.
He cringed, looked down at his pants, and then frowned at his boner. 'She-Devil.' He muttered.
---
He was reading the newspaper, while he placed his feet on the couch with pride.
He noticed Cuddy come down the stairs, but took a double-take and noticed her hair was straightened, wearing heels, crimson red lips, and a sparkling evening gown. He tilted his head and concentrated on her hips, she sighed. 'You are in no way even trying to hide the perverted asshole in you.' She snapped.
'Did you dress up just so I could take your clothes off with my teeth.'
'Actually we're going on a date.' Mark came and put his arm around Cuddy.
House gave a smirk. 'What your taking her out so you can confess about your mistress.'
'House!' She gave him her famous "House, I'm going to kill you" look.
Mark looked at House then at Cuddy, slightly opening his mouth and closing it.
"He's just kidding honey.' She purposely gave Mark a peck on the mouth. Noticing how House rolled his eyes.
'Can I see porno?' House asked.
'Lila's spending a night with her mother. Go ahead, but I'm sending you the bill.' She and Mark opened the door, House noticied Mark brush his hand over Cuddy's butt as the door closed.
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Cuddy slipped into the house a little after 4 in the morning. House startled her by turning on a flashlight. She was holding her heels, and waving away the light with the other. She switched the lights on. 'Hm... Lingere looks very good on you.' She did a cute pout at House wearing her pink bra and her underwear on his head.
He walked up to her and realized she was very drunk. He tested that theory by putting his hand on her thigh. She smiled and pulled him to her. Her hands roamed freely. She started un-buttoning his pants. He was so close to her, his face fell on her neck. Slowly he kissed his way to her mouth. She reacted and pressed her body onto his.
'Mark really gets me.' She mumbled. 'But he doesn't get into me' She pulls him to the couch and brings him down on top of her. He really was just waiting for it. She kissed his neck and slowly tilted her head back. After two minutes, she finally started snoring. He proped her head up with a pillow, stole her bedsheets, and covered her up.
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'What!??!!' Wilson hissed. 'Do you know what time it is here!'
'Yeah yeah, Get over it. Cuddy and I had sex.'
'But she's married! Do you know how horrible she'll feel tomorrow! You just, you don't know how to avoid being an ass. You, just... screw Dean's Of Medicine. With your cane! Something I just didn't want to know!'
'You bought a cane.' House felt all warm inside.
Wilson stuttered. 'Ththhat's not the point. You are ruining her marrige. Her stature. She has a fami...'
'Yeah yeah yeah. I get it Dr. Phil' House switched the telephone to his other ear.
Wilson sighed. 'She is going to shut you out of her life the longer you keep this up. You don't even know how to commit. You, you just think you want things, and you really don't want them. You just hate other people having them, when it could be you.'
'Maybe so. But she doesn't know this Mark guy.'
'"This Mark guy"???. She married him! I think she pretty much know's who she married.' Wilson sighed again. 'Maybe it's you who doesn't know him, and your threatened by that.'
They fell silent. House finally spoke 'Wilson.'
'Yeah.'
'I didn't sleep with her. I can't drug you while I'm not there, so I figure giving you an emotional breakdown will have to do.' House could picure Wilson burying his face in his hands.
---Chapter 3---
She woke up about 3 hours ago, she was taking a shower at the moment, he sat on the couch trying to distance himself of what he 'thinks' he's feeling. It was awkward, for him anyway. He wouldn't admit it, but he was going into panic mode. This kind of thing shouldn't be happening. But it's been so long, he hardly even recognizes it anymore. He doubts it feels the way it does now. Thinks he's just reading too much into things. He had to get out. Do something completely insane, something he was good at. Something that would make him let go of any feelings he was starting to feel.
But he's stuck, with her hands all over him, and her lips on his, he gets carried away with last nights little incident. He had this happen to him once, way back when they were young. He pushed his way into her life, and he lusted after her and she did the same.
He was smug that he had a creative plot in mind. Because she doesn't know who she married to, He'd known her long enlough to know that. Wilson's words chiming in his mind gave him more insentive, he knew what he wanted. He knew he had to bring the truth to make all bets fair. He'd play this both ways, digging into Mark, and digging into Cuddy. He knew she had doubts, he just had to find them and make them more prominent.
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He brought back a hooker. It's about two in the morning, and he carefully closes the door. She's blonde, that's pretty much all he remembers. She's giggling and he leads her to an extra bedroom down stairs. She's drunk so she's stumbling everywhere, he's trying to walk but he's a bit tipsy too. He takes her into the room and kisses her neck. She tries not to laugh to loud when he runs his stubble across her chest.
They didn't succeed at being quiet. Well, more like he insisted on making her scream as loud as she could. He was very proud of his accomplishment. He was just about there when the door busted open. 'Get out, get out!' Cuddy growled. The blonde draped her hands over House's neck and he smiled up at Cuddy. 'What are you doing! Get the fuck out, get the fuck out of my house!' Cuddy pulled the blonde from House, and collected her clothes. House followed as Cuddy then started pulling her hair, Mark showing up through the front door. So there was Cuddy throwing out a naked hooker, and House following in his boxers, while Mark watched. House noticed Mark had lipstick smeared on his lips. Mark made his way into the kitchen as Cuddy slammed the door.
Cuddy was laughing bitterly, 'This isn't your house! This is MY house. How dare you bring one of your sluts to one of my bedrooms and make pretty much the whole neighborhood hear just how much fun you were having!!'' Cuddy had veins popping from her neck, she was shaking with anger. Not just anger, but House noticed something more. He could hear Mark coming from the kitchen, so House grabbed Cuddy and kissed her as Mark came to the living room. He muffled her protests with his mouth, she fought him with all she had.
Cuddy saw as Mark came in and she shoved House away. House held his head up high as he glared at Mark. Cuddy couldn't speak but House knew she'd say anything to make House be the bad guy. Mark shook his head, 'I can't deal with this. I need to get some rest, Lisa.. I just can't deal with you right now. I'm.. going to a hotel, Greg you're not welcome in my house anymore. Lisa.. make sure he's gone when I come back.' Mark sounded hurt, like Cuddy was too much for him, but to House it just seemed that Mark wanted to get away as fast as possible. House went back to the bedroom and put on his clothes, he heard Cuddy come into the room.
Cuddy had tears in her eyes. She slapped House. 'How dare you! I love my husband, you don't care or respect that, you don't have respect for me or this house, you couldn't have the courtesy of keeping your dick in your pants, but why? Fuck her in my house. You can't do that House!'
'Why! You can sleep with Mark, but I can't sleep with anyone.' His eye brought up a dense chill, a touch of violence in his features.
Cuddy shook her head. 'Everything always has to be about you!' Cuddy stood there placing up her walls, protecting, seeing his actions just like when she had legal custody of that beautiful child. His words could slice through her. And worst than that, she was afraid that he would see through the mask she places as she silently shuts down. Until his words go through one ear, and out the other.
'Oh Cuddy, you can do better than pout! You know what I think. I think want me to have sex, not with other people, but to have sex with you. You only want me to be in bed.. with you. And only you. Well fuck you Lisa. Go fuck your husband. You chose him over me. So don't expect me to care!'
'You think I care?! I gave you an infarction, and you know what. I'm not being sorry anymore. In fact, I'm glad. You deserve it. With your pain, and your rage, and your drug addiction, it's pathetic!' She could have been growling, he felt scared, but only for a moment. Then hostility came.
He grasped her wrists, puncturing her fragile flesh, and threw her to the wall. It all happend so fast, before she could register it she was on the floor with her face on fire. Pain, numbness consuming her body. She was frozen. She felt fear, as the image ran through in her mind. His hand, her cheek, her eyes drenched with tears. She could hear him as he left, the door being slammed. Dazed, she curled up in fetal position, shock not letting her feel, she jolted up and ran for the shower. Scrubing out whatever was wrong with her. Whatever he touched she had to scrub him off.
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---Chapter 4---
It was raining. She couldn't sleep, so she went outside and sat in the porch. Her eyes lit up the dark sky. She stepped onto the yard, the grass moist and wet. He limped up to her. She looked into his face, a million things were skimming through her mind, what she thought she would see, and what she actually saw. She grit her teeth, wanting to say everything at once, but not one word did any justice to explain them all. She raised her hands in frustration, bolting them into fists. Screaming would make it known, screaming would make it forgivness. She placed her hands oh his temple, down to his cheeks. His hands placed on her elbow, his head moving slightly to kiss her fingertips. His hands wandered up around her neck, holding her steady. He gave her a hard glare and then she knew. He grazed his stubble along her cheek, and then his lips met hers. Water tracing down in the empty spaces between them, him getting a tighter hold around her waist.
They ended up sitting in the porch, listening to the rain. He leaned his head on her shoulder describing how his leg hurt more when the weather changes, she held his cane. He talked about the lack of work, cases that started to be easily diagnosed, how he was actually given a vacation. She talked about the practice that offered her a job. She hadn't been practicing much, she described the reasons, he noticed they were usually always Mark's concern of her well-being. He realized that she failed to see the manipulation against her own potential. He stayed silent when everything she said always came back to Mark and his disapproval. Since when did this woman stop being strong and assertive. Stop thinking, stop everything. It disgusted him. 'You know you could always come back.' He pulled his palm away from her thumb.
'What are you talking about?' She looked up at the crack of sunlight over the deep purple skies that were moving off to the other side of the atmosphere.
'The hospital. It's never clean. It's always scattered, from files to cases. My paperwork for the past two years are still pending. The New Dean of Meds is completely out of her league. She does everything only because she's heard the hospital's reputation. She's kind of.. copying you, just in a more slutty dirty mistress sort of way. Not exactly like you, you were a classic.' His lips turning up with a smirk.
She missed this. Actually having this perverse chunk of matter between them, the feeling that they were one match in two, the way she was his conscious and the way he was her challenge. She loved being thrown into the cage fight with someone who could handle themselves and her. House gave her a part of herself that could be seriously devoted to the job. Like push comes to pull, it's like no one else is in the room. She missed his nagging and his whinning. She missed the whole order of running a hospital, the adrenaline of the job, the structure of it all. She had full grips on the situations, always had to have her guard up, always up for more. Always prepared. Him always pushing till the breaking point, and her gaining faith in life because of him.
'I don't think I have anything to go back to.' She shrugs.
He looked down to his palms. 'But the board would love to have you back.' He lied.
She gave a giggle. 'The board is never happy, no matter who they find to be their new lap dog. You should know that.' She nodded.
'What if... you can come back to us. The team, Wilson.. Brenda's giving us hell.' He grimaced.
She sighed. No answer.
'You know, all of us need you.'
'It's not that simple.' She handed him back his cane.
'What if... I need you.'
Huddy
Rating ; PG13 but just to be safe, R
Summary: This starts a few years later, Cuddy's married and House goes to visit.
CHARACTERS BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTED OWNER. I MAKE NO MONEY OFF THIS. SO PLS DON'T SUE, this is just my imagination going mental.
All mistakes are my own.
Ch 1-4
This has many mistakes, the following Chapters will be spell checked. But please if you could, don't hold that against me?? If you can't I understand, and well, thanks for trying/attempting.
---Chapter 1---
He watched as Mark loaded boxes into the truck. Little Lila carrying her doll house, Lisa taking one last look at her home. She was moving. She had a family, everything she's ever wanted. Funny how ironic things can be, he use to take her for granted. He'd always wanted her, but he never really realized it until she showed him the ring Mark gave her. He was still her annoying day job, but it took on a role of commitment to some extent. He would tease her, she would dare to motivate a banter. Frustrated sighs turned into laughs, personal space be damned, he would brush against her arm with his own and she'd turn and give him the littlest of smiles.
What he wants, he can't really say. He couldn't express things, especially when it came to things like this. Wilson knows, has always known, but he doesn't say anything about it anymore because the last time Wilson expressed his veiws, House got drunk and got into a car accident. House begged him not to tell her, all he had was a scratch here, a bruise there, little things. Wilson stopped prodding, because as much as he knew that House loved her, he also knew how rejection would be the end for him.
House watched the truck drive away. 'Goodbye Lisa.'
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He limped to the door. Knocking would be good manners, but he hadn't seen her in 3 years, he had to make a good impression. It was 5 in the morning, lights still off on the street, crickets chirping. He smirked, 'Lisa! I have your tampons! Open the door!' He screamed. He saw a light turn on in the second story window. 'Tampons for Lisa Cuddy! They're warm!'
Other houses turned on their lights. Some neighbors even went to their doors. He heard the steps, the door swung open. Robe clinging tightly to her tiny frame, she shook her head. 'I forgot what an ass you are', She motioned to invite him in. He took in the room, beige walls, perfect white painted windows. Scent of flowers, furniture perfectly arranged. 'What is this a funeral home?' he sat down on the couch.
'Oh that's right, you're use to prison cells.' She mocked. They looked at each other for a moment. he didn't notice he was frowning until she looked away. He fought against the urge to touch her, to be able to make contact with the thing he feared most. She took the seat next to him. 'How are you?' She asked.
'I'm spiffy.' He smirked at her. She smiled at him. He met her eyes, it had been awhile since he'd been able to do that. A spark ignited inside of him as she looked into his, she didn't shy away from him. Her eyes were like glass, a mirror of emotion that made him want to kiss her. He pushed back her curls and brushed his hand down her shoulder. A noise came from upstairs which made them jump and move away from each other.
Lila came down the stairs and into the kitchen. 'I should go get changed.' Cuddy patted his shoulder before she walked up the stairs.
Mark came down the stairs after a few minutes. He gave a wave. 'Hey Greg. Good morning.'
'I wouldn't say it's that good, it's a weekend and I'm not even wasted.' House liked that he could throw Mark off.
'There is that.' Mark gave a nervous laugh, and then dissapeared into the kitchen.
---
It's been more that half an hour and House has been sitting in this restaurant listening to Mark and his friends talk about politics and football. Every once in a while House would nudge Cuddy and get food from her plate with his fork.
'Yeah I just love going into the gym and working my ass off. It's such a rush. Your body just feeds pumped after every limit you push.'
Cuddy's foot touched Mark's as she motioned to House.
'Oh Yeah, of course, Greg what do you think about a good workout?' Mark and his buddies looked at House.
'I guess if you're that concerned with your outer appearance, you either have a lousy peronality, or you can't get your little soldier up, working out would be an added bonus then. I mean girls must dig guys with biceps bigger than their dicks.'
Mark and his buddies let the table fall silent. House smirked and held his head high. 'Great Restaurant.' He finished up his glass of wine.
---
House was pacing downstairs. It was almost midnight. 'You need me to smack you with a cooking pan.' Cuddy asked.
'If that's how you like to get your freak on, I'm down with it.' He walked to her. She got on her tip-toes and smiled at him.
'Great dinner by the way. I haven't had that much fun in, lets see, two minutes ago in the bathroom, scented candles, my hand around..'
'NO!' she covered her ears. 'Just don't. I don't need that image in my mind.' She shook her hands.
'Well truthfully I wanted it to be your hand.' He stared down at her.
She felt uncomfortable. 'I should go to bed.' She stated, but didn't move.
She finally walked to the stairs. She was startled that his hand went around her waist as he gently pushed her to the wall and kissed her. . His lips on hers, his hand on her neck. She's got her arms around him, heavy breathing. He finally stops, and moves away.
'I..' She smacks him before he can apologize. She doesn't look back as she goes upstairs.
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He limps upstairs. Mark left about two hours ago. He was bored, and needed to release tension. His thigh wasn't use to emotional baggage. He went down the hall and to the left, pushed the door slightly open with his cane. The bed was unmade, so he went over to it. Looked at the striped walls, mirror, shelves, tv... he sat on the edge of the bed. Noise came from the bathroom, he knew he shouldn't be here. Knew he was safer away, far far away. Not here, in this house, with scent of roses, warmth, security. A glimpse of what he could have had. The door opens, Cuddy is in her robe. Her eyes are stained, her hair damp. She's been crying, and she looks fragile. He believes that.
She looks at him wanting to ask why, but she can't say anything. She wants him next to her, but she can't cross that line. She kneels in front of him, places his hands on her face. His eyes never leave hers, she starts to shrug off the robe, she out on a limb here. Her hands lead his to her collarbone. Her eyes are glistening, he pulls his hand away. She's afraid of abandonment, her face gives away everything and he sweeps her up and kisses her forehead. 'You know what I want to do?' He asked. She shrugged, 'Let's put a condom on a bananna'. He immediatley felt her relax as she gave a tiny smile.
---Chapter 2---
She laughed. 'You use to hate this!'.
'Oh like you care! You forced me to go down to new interns every year and give them a sex demonstration!' He shook his head in disgust.
'To which you went into perfect detail about how intercourse somehow will only be 'appropriate' if you had one of three things. A Hooker, A playmate, or A sex-crazed nun.' She winced.
'Well you interrupted me from watching Jerry Springer.' He face wreaked of dissaproval.
'How's James?' She started making a balloon out of a condom.
'Starting his fourth affair. He has wedding bells pouring out of his ears. I don't think he knows that you can have sex without getting clingy. Besides, if a hooker doesn't work, I personally woulnd't mind having a married woman.' He glanced at her as she looked down to her hands , her lips drawn into a firm line.
'What about you?' She didn't look up at him as she asked.
'You know me' he popped in a few Vicodin,.' Sex. Drugs. Rock and Roll. I hardly have to do clinic duty because I slept with the new Dean Of Medicine. She's 10 years younger than you, and she say's I have a Jagger thing going on. I fucked her with my cane.' He didn't mean to be that blunt, but his stubborness wouldn't let him leave that part out.
Cuddy noticed the way she grit her teeth and gave him a evil stare. 'I should go check on Lila.' Cuddy got up and walked back inside the house.
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He walked into the spare room upstairs, Cuddy sitting on a chair, very deep in thought. 'You are hiding.' He stated.
'I'm not hiding. I'm thinking.' She took a pillow off the bed and hugged it.
'You're trying to hide what you're thinking.' He speculated.
'No, I'm not. I don't need you to here me voice my thoughts. I have a right to my privacy.'
'So you do have voices in your head?'
'No, House, unlike you I'm not mildly schitzophrenic.'
'And unlike you, I'm not a helpless nuerotic.' He tapped her leg with his cane.
She raised her eyebrows. 'I wasn't born with a 666 on my forehead.'
'I'm not a woman with a penis.'
'Oh here it comes. You can spread rumors behind my back, but saying it to my face...How junior high of you.'
'If we were in junior high I would get a chance to feel you up. De-flower you. Then take your panties and replace them with the school flag.'
She got up and walked beside him. He could feel her breath on his neck. "Who say's I'd be wearing panties.' She walked away.
He cringed, looked down at his pants, and then frowned at his boner. 'She-Devil.' He muttered.
---
He was reading the newspaper, while he placed his feet on the couch with pride.
He noticed Cuddy come down the stairs, but took a double-take and noticed her hair was straightened, wearing heels, crimson red lips, and a sparkling evening gown. He tilted his head and concentrated on her hips, she sighed. 'You are in no way even trying to hide the perverted asshole in you.' She snapped.
'Did you dress up just so I could take your clothes off with my teeth.'
'Actually we're going on a date.' Mark came and put his arm around Cuddy.
House gave a smirk. 'What your taking her out so you can confess about your mistress.'
'House!' She gave him her famous "House, I'm going to kill you" look.
Mark looked at House then at Cuddy, slightly opening his mouth and closing it.
"He's just kidding honey.' She purposely gave Mark a peck on the mouth. Noticing how House rolled his eyes.
'Can I see porno?' House asked.
'Lila's spending a night with her mother. Go ahead, but I'm sending you the bill.' She and Mark opened the door, House noticied Mark brush his hand over Cuddy's butt as the door closed.
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Cuddy slipped into the house a little after 4 in the morning. House startled her by turning on a flashlight. She was holding her heels, and waving away the light with the other. She switched the lights on. 'Hm... Lingere looks very good on you.' She did a cute pout at House wearing her pink bra and her underwear on his head.
He walked up to her and realized she was very drunk. He tested that theory by putting his hand on her thigh. She smiled and pulled him to her. Her hands roamed freely. She started un-buttoning his pants. He was so close to her, his face fell on her neck. Slowly he kissed his way to her mouth. She reacted and pressed her body onto his.
'Mark really gets me.' She mumbled. 'But he doesn't get into me' She pulls him to the couch and brings him down on top of her. He really was just waiting for it. She kissed his neck and slowly tilted her head back. After two minutes, she finally started snoring. He proped her head up with a pillow, stole her bedsheets, and covered her up.
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'What!??!!' Wilson hissed. 'Do you know what time it is here!'
'Yeah yeah, Get over it. Cuddy and I had sex.'
'But she's married! Do you know how horrible she'll feel tomorrow! You just, you don't know how to avoid being an ass. You, just... screw Dean's Of Medicine. With your cane! Something I just didn't want to know!'
'You bought a cane.' House felt all warm inside.
Wilson stuttered. 'Ththhat's not the point. You are ruining her marrige. Her stature. She has a fami...'
'Yeah yeah yeah. I get it Dr. Phil' House switched the telephone to his other ear.
Wilson sighed. 'She is going to shut you out of her life the longer you keep this up. You don't even know how to commit. You, you just think you want things, and you really don't want them. You just hate other people having them, when it could be you.'
'Maybe so. But she doesn't know this Mark guy.'
'"This Mark guy"???. She married him! I think she pretty much know's who she married.' Wilson sighed again. 'Maybe it's you who doesn't know him, and your threatened by that.'
They fell silent. House finally spoke 'Wilson.'
'Yeah.'
'I didn't sleep with her. I can't drug you while I'm not there, so I figure giving you an emotional breakdown will have to do.' House could picure Wilson burying his face in his hands.
---Chapter 3---
She woke up about 3 hours ago, she was taking a shower at the moment, he sat on the couch trying to distance himself of what he 'thinks' he's feeling. It was awkward, for him anyway. He wouldn't admit it, but he was going into panic mode. This kind of thing shouldn't be happening. But it's been so long, he hardly even recognizes it anymore. He doubts it feels the way it does now. Thinks he's just reading too much into things. He had to get out. Do something completely insane, something he was good at. Something that would make him let go of any feelings he was starting to feel.
But he's stuck, with her hands all over him, and her lips on his, he gets carried away with last nights little incident. He had this happen to him once, way back when they were young. He pushed his way into her life, and he lusted after her and she did the same.
He was smug that he had a creative plot in mind. Because she doesn't know who she married to, He'd known her long enlough to know that. Wilson's words chiming in his mind gave him more insentive, he knew what he wanted. He knew he had to bring the truth to make all bets fair. He'd play this both ways, digging into Mark, and digging into Cuddy. He knew she had doubts, he just had to find them and make them more prominent.
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He brought back a hooker. It's about two in the morning, and he carefully closes the door. She's blonde, that's pretty much all he remembers. She's giggling and he leads her to an extra bedroom down stairs. She's drunk so she's stumbling everywhere, he's trying to walk but he's a bit tipsy too. He takes her into the room and kisses her neck. She tries not to laugh to loud when he runs his stubble across her chest.
They didn't succeed at being quiet. Well, more like he insisted on making her scream as loud as she could. He was very proud of his accomplishment. He was just about there when the door busted open. 'Get out, get out!' Cuddy growled. The blonde draped her hands over House's neck and he smiled up at Cuddy. 'What are you doing! Get the fuck out, get the fuck out of my house!' Cuddy pulled the blonde from House, and collected her clothes. House followed as Cuddy then started pulling her hair, Mark showing up through the front door. So there was Cuddy throwing out a naked hooker, and House following in his boxers, while Mark watched. House noticed Mark had lipstick smeared on his lips. Mark made his way into the kitchen as Cuddy slammed the door.
Cuddy was laughing bitterly, 'This isn't your house! This is MY house. How dare you bring one of your sluts to one of my bedrooms and make pretty much the whole neighborhood hear just how much fun you were having!!'' Cuddy had veins popping from her neck, she was shaking with anger. Not just anger, but House noticed something more. He could hear Mark coming from the kitchen, so House grabbed Cuddy and kissed her as Mark came to the living room. He muffled her protests with his mouth, she fought him with all she had.
Cuddy saw as Mark came in and she shoved House away. House held his head up high as he glared at Mark. Cuddy couldn't speak but House knew she'd say anything to make House be the bad guy. Mark shook his head, 'I can't deal with this. I need to get some rest, Lisa.. I just can't deal with you right now. I'm.. going to a hotel, Greg you're not welcome in my house anymore. Lisa.. make sure he's gone when I come back.' Mark sounded hurt, like Cuddy was too much for him, but to House it just seemed that Mark wanted to get away as fast as possible. House went back to the bedroom and put on his clothes, he heard Cuddy come into the room.
Cuddy had tears in her eyes. She slapped House. 'How dare you! I love my husband, you don't care or respect that, you don't have respect for me or this house, you couldn't have the courtesy of keeping your dick in your pants, but why? Fuck her in my house. You can't do that House!'
'Why! You can sleep with Mark, but I can't sleep with anyone.' His eye brought up a dense chill, a touch of violence in his features.
Cuddy shook her head. 'Everything always has to be about you!' Cuddy stood there placing up her walls, protecting, seeing his actions just like when she had legal custody of that beautiful child. His words could slice through her. And worst than that, she was afraid that he would see through the mask she places as she silently shuts down. Until his words go through one ear, and out the other.
'Oh Cuddy, you can do better than pout! You know what I think. I think want me to have sex, not with other people, but to have sex with you. You only want me to be in bed.. with you. And only you. Well fuck you Lisa. Go fuck your husband. You chose him over me. So don't expect me to care!'
'You think I care?! I gave you an infarction, and you know what. I'm not being sorry anymore. In fact, I'm glad. You deserve it. With your pain, and your rage, and your drug addiction, it's pathetic!' She could have been growling, he felt scared, but only for a moment. Then hostility came.
He grasped her wrists, puncturing her fragile flesh, and threw her to the wall. It all happend so fast, before she could register it she was on the floor with her face on fire. Pain, numbness consuming her body. She was frozen. She felt fear, as the image ran through in her mind. His hand, her cheek, her eyes drenched with tears. She could hear him as he left, the door being slammed. Dazed, she curled up in fetal position, shock not letting her feel, she jolted up and ran for the shower. Scrubing out whatever was wrong with her. Whatever he touched she had to scrub him off.
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---Chapter 4---
It was raining. She couldn't sleep, so she went outside and sat in the porch. Her eyes lit up the dark sky. She stepped onto the yard, the grass moist and wet. He limped up to her. She looked into his face, a million things were skimming through her mind, what she thought she would see, and what she actually saw. She grit her teeth, wanting to say everything at once, but not one word did any justice to explain them all. She raised her hands in frustration, bolting them into fists. Screaming would make it known, screaming would make it forgivness. She placed her hands oh his temple, down to his cheeks. His hands placed on her elbow, his head moving slightly to kiss her fingertips. His hands wandered up around her neck, holding her steady. He gave her a hard glare and then she knew. He grazed his stubble along her cheek, and then his lips met hers. Water tracing down in the empty spaces between them, him getting a tighter hold around her waist.
They ended up sitting in the porch, listening to the rain. He leaned his head on her shoulder describing how his leg hurt more when the weather changes, she held his cane. He talked about the lack of work, cases that started to be easily diagnosed, how he was actually given a vacation. She talked about the practice that offered her a job. She hadn't been practicing much, she described the reasons, he noticed they were usually always Mark's concern of her well-being. He realized that she failed to see the manipulation against her own potential. He stayed silent when everything she said always came back to Mark and his disapproval. Since when did this woman stop being strong and assertive. Stop thinking, stop everything. It disgusted him. 'You know you could always come back.' He pulled his palm away from her thumb.
'What are you talking about?' She looked up at the crack of sunlight over the deep purple skies that were moving off to the other side of the atmosphere.
'The hospital. It's never clean. It's always scattered, from files to cases. My paperwork for the past two years are still pending. The New Dean of Meds is completely out of her league. She does everything only because she's heard the hospital's reputation. She's kind of.. copying you, just in a more slutty dirty mistress sort of way. Not exactly like you, you were a classic.' His lips turning up with a smirk.
She missed this. Actually having this perverse chunk of matter between them, the feeling that they were one match in two, the way she was his conscious and the way he was her challenge. She loved being thrown into the cage fight with someone who could handle themselves and her. House gave her a part of herself that could be seriously devoted to the job. Like push comes to pull, it's like no one else is in the room. She missed his nagging and his whinning. She missed the whole order of running a hospital, the adrenaline of the job, the structure of it all. She had full grips on the situations, always had to have her guard up, always up for more. Always prepared. Him always pushing till the breaking point, and her gaining faith in life because of him.
'I don't think I have anything to go back to.' She shrugs.
He looked down to his palms. 'But the board would love to have you back.' He lied.
She gave a giggle. 'The board is never happy, no matter who they find to be their new lap dog. You should know that.' She nodded.
'What if... you can come back to us. The team, Wilson.. Brenda's giving us hell.' He grimaced.
She sighed. No answer.
'You know, all of us need you.'
'It's not that simple.' She handed him back his cane.
'What if... I need you.'