(no subject)
Title: Progress? (6/?)
Author: rolleson
Fandom: House
Rating: Adult
Character/Pairing: House/Cuddy
Spoilers: Season Four up to House's Head.
Warnings: Sex. Well, masturbation if you want to be picky.
Summery: House and Cuddy talk.
Notes: Part Six. 1284 words.
i. Hot And Bothered
ii. Hesitations
iii. Weird
iv. Practical Application
v. Comfort Zone
Last night had been torturous. He'd managed to bring himself to a quick but intense orgasm, after Cuddy had left, lying back sideways across his bed, his jeans around his ankles. Hand tight around his dick, a little lube in his palm, thinking about Lisa Cuddy's face, her voice, calling his name. Thinking about her breasts, what they had looked like twenty years ago, what they might look like now. He regretted not fucking her over his kitchen table, his sofa, his bed. He'd always wanted to bend her over something and fuck her, even all those years ago in college. She had always had the perfect ass.
She might be evil but she damn near perfect too. She wasn't always so angry, or evil, or lonely. He wondered if the sweet Lisa was still in there sometimes, but then she spent long hours on the children's wards. He'd watched her once, playing chutes and ladders with a six year old. It was sweet, it was just never directed at him. Not that he wanted it anymore, but he was just glad it was still int there.
He came thinking about the sweet side of Lisa Cuddy, grunting and coming over his shirt, bed covers twisted in his hands.
He was mildly disgusted with his thoughts, and the state of his shirt, but didn't give it another thought once he stripped and cleaned himself off, leaving it all to be dealt with in the morning.
zzzzz
When walked into her office she was bending forward over her desk, chewing out some kid doctor, and he could see right down her top. She stopped mid-rant when she saw him, standing up straight and folding her arms.
"Out," she said, looking at him but talking to the kid. When he didn't move House smiled and patted him on the shoulder.
"She meant you," he said. The doctor, Morgan he thought, looked at House, then Cuddy, before fleeing. He watched him go with a smirk then turned his attentions back to the Dean of Medicine. He didn't know what to say, at least not about last night, except, "that top is begging me to lick chocolate sauce of your breasts."
"Maybe so," she said without missing a beat, but still flushing a little red, "but my legs are saying 'try it and we'll crush you'."
"I might like that," he said, "and I'm pretty sure you do like that." If they had been on her bed, and he in between her legs, last night, he knew he would've been crushed. She was flushing with the memory, or maybe the idea about the chocolate sauce.
"Greg."
"Can we talk after we have sex?" he interrupted, "I mean, I've been waiting twenty years."
"Not very patiently," she said.
"We're never going to have a normal relationship," he said, voice suddenly serious. Her arms dropped down and she studied him, trying to figure out his words at least. "No babies, or white picket fences, PTA meetings or BarMitzvahs."
"Maybe I gave up on that."
He smirked in response.
"I know your biological clock is still ticking Cuddy," he said, She shrugged. "And even if it's not about kids, you need something more than this, than what you know I can offer. You don't want me, you just want someone." She smiled. Sighing, shrugging and smiling, he wanted her to say something now. Before he talked himself into something he was unsure about. Scared about.
"You're wrong about me," she said, voice low and even. "I need to be loved, but I don't need to be told, in grunts or otherwise."
"Right," he said cocking an eyebrow.
"You don't need what you're never had," she said, sitting down.
"That's either a very bad lie or very sad."
"If I just wanted sex, House, I would've stayed," she slumped back in her chair, plastering a smile on her face. "I'll have sex on the first date remember, I've known you twenty years. All I wanted to do was make sure you were feeling okay."
"You have a guilt complex."
"Not anymore."
"Really?" Her smile was genuine for a second, her amusement real.
"You've had plenty of time and chances to get help, to come to terms with what I did to your leg," she said. He didn't reply, tapping his cane on the carpet, the sound a small thud over and over.
"You came to my place because what?" he asked, "you were bored, lonely?"
"A little, yeah," the smile remained, "but I came around because I care about you. I love you. Always have." She tried to sound as nonchalant as she could but he could see the nerves, the rapid pules and the twitch of her fingers.
"Always have? You loved me twenty years ago?" She nodded, swallowing. "But you still left me?"
"Had to, I wanted to be the person I am now, hold the position I have. If I had stayed I would've married you and let some or my determination fall away."
"So you wanted to be childless and lonely?"
"I'm not saying there haven't been," she waved her hand in the air trying to think of the right word, "casualties, on the way."
"Don't you want to know how I feel?" he asked her, "or how I felt?"
"I'm pretty sure back then you loved me," she said, with such confidence it worried him that she knew him too well. "I don't know about now."
"But you want to know?"
"Of course, but I know you Greg, you won't say it, not to me, but if you feel it, you'll let me know. You'll show me," she smiled, "that's what I really want."
"What if I wanted to show you with sex?"
"Maybe you already did last night."
"Maybe."
He sat down in the chair opposite her, legs stretched out, cane twirling around in his hands. He didn't know what to do now and she was just letting him sit there and think.
"Why won't you have sex with me?"
"Because that would make you like every other guy," she said, "and I don't want that."
"Cause I'm so fucking special," he spat, regretting the words immediately. Cuddy just kept smiling, calm, it was unnerving.
"You have no idea," she said with a laugh.
"If I told you how I felt, would you even believe me?"
"Yes."
"Right."
They were both silent again, for a few minutes, until Cuddy started to sort through her paperwork.
"So now what?" he asked, "you don't get a kid, and I don't get to fuck you?"
"Children aren't important anymore."
"Yes and you spend all your free time in the children's wards for the scintillating conversation."
"Some people learn to deal with set backs in healthy ways Greg," she said.
"Therapy?"
"I didn't need it."
"I think you're bluffing." She shrugged.
"I was thinking pizza," she said.
"Pizza?"
"And a film, no more hungry animals and morons with explosive materials. A person can only stand so much."
"Impossible," he said, getting up, "but a film would be okay. None of Harry's crap though, get..."
"No porn," she interrupted.
"Damn," he said, and she grinned at him and he felt the grin back, pulling at his insides.
Damn.
"And if you do all your clinic hours, I'll bring beer again."
"Oh, no, no, this relationship isn't going to involve you bribing me with beer to do work. It's sex or nothing."
"You have beer already don't you?"
"Of course."
"Go do some work Greg." He nodded, smiling just a touch and walked out of her office.
He was almost at the clinic when he realised he'd used the word 'relationship'.
Author: rolleson
Fandom: House
Rating: Adult
Character/Pairing: House/Cuddy
Spoilers: Season Four up to House's Head.
Warnings: Sex. Well, masturbation if you want to be picky.
Summery: House and Cuddy talk.
Notes: Part Six. 1284 words.
i. Hot And Bothered
ii. Hesitations
iii. Weird
iv. Practical Application
v. Comfort Zone
Last night had been torturous. He'd managed to bring himself to a quick but intense orgasm, after Cuddy had left, lying back sideways across his bed, his jeans around his ankles. Hand tight around his dick, a little lube in his palm, thinking about Lisa Cuddy's face, her voice, calling his name. Thinking about her breasts, what they had looked like twenty years ago, what they might look like now. He regretted not fucking her over his kitchen table, his sofa, his bed. He'd always wanted to bend her over something and fuck her, even all those years ago in college. She had always had the perfect ass.
She might be evil but she damn near perfect too. She wasn't always so angry, or evil, or lonely. He wondered if the sweet Lisa was still in there sometimes, but then she spent long hours on the children's wards. He'd watched her once, playing chutes and ladders with a six year old. It was sweet, it was just never directed at him. Not that he wanted it anymore, but he was just glad it was still int there.
He came thinking about the sweet side of Lisa Cuddy, grunting and coming over his shirt, bed covers twisted in his hands.
He was mildly disgusted with his thoughts, and the state of his shirt, but didn't give it another thought once he stripped and cleaned himself off, leaving it all to be dealt with in the morning.
zzzzz
When walked into her office she was bending forward over her desk, chewing out some kid doctor, and he could see right down her top. She stopped mid-rant when she saw him, standing up straight and folding her arms.
"Out," she said, looking at him but talking to the kid. When he didn't move House smiled and patted him on the shoulder.
"She meant you," he said. The doctor, Morgan he thought, looked at House, then Cuddy, before fleeing. He watched him go with a smirk then turned his attentions back to the Dean of Medicine. He didn't know what to say, at least not about last night, except, "that top is begging me to lick chocolate sauce of your breasts."
"Maybe so," she said without missing a beat, but still flushing a little red, "but my legs are saying 'try it and we'll crush you'."
"I might like that," he said, "and I'm pretty sure you do like that." If they had been on her bed, and he in between her legs, last night, he knew he would've been crushed. She was flushing with the memory, or maybe the idea about the chocolate sauce.
"Greg."
"Can we talk after we have sex?" he interrupted, "I mean, I've been waiting twenty years."
"Not very patiently," she said.
"We're never going to have a normal relationship," he said, voice suddenly serious. Her arms dropped down and she studied him, trying to figure out his words at least. "No babies, or white picket fences, PTA meetings or BarMitzvahs."
"Maybe I gave up on that."
He smirked in response.
"I know your biological clock is still ticking Cuddy," he said, She shrugged. "And even if it's not about kids, you need something more than this, than what you know I can offer. You don't want me, you just want someone." She smiled. Sighing, shrugging and smiling, he wanted her to say something now. Before he talked himself into something he was unsure about. Scared about.
"You're wrong about me," she said, voice low and even. "I need to be loved, but I don't need to be told, in grunts or otherwise."
"Right," he said cocking an eyebrow.
"You don't need what you're never had," she said, sitting down.
"That's either a very bad lie or very sad."
"If I just wanted sex, House, I would've stayed," she slumped back in her chair, plastering a smile on her face. "I'll have sex on the first date remember, I've known you twenty years. All I wanted to do was make sure you were feeling okay."
"You have a guilt complex."
"Not anymore."
"Really?" Her smile was genuine for a second, her amusement real.
"You've had plenty of time and chances to get help, to come to terms with what I did to your leg," she said. He didn't reply, tapping his cane on the carpet, the sound a small thud over and over.
"You came to my place because what?" he asked, "you were bored, lonely?"
"A little, yeah," the smile remained, "but I came around because I care about you. I love you. Always have." She tried to sound as nonchalant as she could but he could see the nerves, the rapid pules and the twitch of her fingers.
"Always have? You loved me twenty years ago?" She nodded, swallowing. "But you still left me?"
"Had to, I wanted to be the person I am now, hold the position I have. If I had stayed I would've married you and let some or my determination fall away."
"So you wanted to be childless and lonely?"
"I'm not saying there haven't been," she waved her hand in the air trying to think of the right word, "casualties, on the way."
"Don't you want to know how I feel?" he asked her, "or how I felt?"
"I'm pretty sure back then you loved me," she said, with such confidence it worried him that she knew him too well. "I don't know about now."
"But you want to know?"
"Of course, but I know you Greg, you won't say it, not to me, but if you feel it, you'll let me know. You'll show me," she smiled, "that's what I really want."
"What if I wanted to show you with sex?"
"Maybe you already did last night."
"Maybe."
He sat down in the chair opposite her, legs stretched out, cane twirling around in his hands. He didn't know what to do now and she was just letting him sit there and think.
"Why won't you have sex with me?"
"Because that would make you like every other guy," she said, "and I don't want that."
"Cause I'm so fucking special," he spat, regretting the words immediately. Cuddy just kept smiling, calm, it was unnerving.
"You have no idea," she said with a laugh.
"If I told you how I felt, would you even believe me?"
"Yes."
"Right."
They were both silent again, for a few minutes, until Cuddy started to sort through her paperwork.
"So now what?" he asked, "you don't get a kid, and I don't get to fuck you?"
"Children aren't important anymore."
"Yes and you spend all your free time in the children's wards for the scintillating conversation."
"Some people learn to deal with set backs in healthy ways Greg," she said.
"Therapy?"
"I didn't need it."
"I think you're bluffing." She shrugged.
"I was thinking pizza," she said.
"Pizza?"
"And a film, no more hungry animals and morons with explosive materials. A person can only stand so much."
"Impossible," he said, getting up, "but a film would be okay. None of Harry's crap though, get..."
"No porn," she interrupted.
"Damn," he said, and she grinned at him and he felt the grin back, pulling at his insides.
Damn.
"And if you do all your clinic hours, I'll bring beer again."
"Oh, no, no, this relationship isn't going to involve you bribing me with beer to do work. It's sex or nothing."
"You have beer already don't you?"
"Of course."
"Go do some work Greg." He nodded, smiling just a touch and walked out of her office.
He was almost at the clinic when he realised he'd used the word 'relationship'.