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Title: Negotiations
Author: rolleson
Fandom: House
Rating: NC-17
Character/Pairing: House/Cuddy
Spoilers: Season Four
Warnings: Oral
Summary: They need to set some rules.
Notes: Because I kept writing. 1033 words. 12/?
i. Hot And Bothered
ii. Hesitations
iii. Weird
iv. Practical Application
v. Comfort Zone
vi. Progress?
vii. Think
viii. Semi
ix. Show and Tell
x. Confessional
xi. Functioning
"We need to set some ground rules."
Cuddy was standing over him while he sat on her sofa, hands on hips, a glare on her face. Despite her jeans and polo shirt, her hair damp from her shower, it was still a threatening look, to anyone but House. He appreciated the effort though.
"Okay," he said, sitting up a little. "Blow jobs twice a week, naked Saturdays and office sex," he continued, "yours, mine, Wilson's, doesn't matter..."
"No."
"No?"
"I didn't mean those sort of rules."
He knew that, hell, they both knew he knew what she really meant and he was surprised she'd let him get past the word 'blow'.
"Are my sort of rules up for negotiation?"
"Maybe."
He raised an eyebrow. He hadn't expected that, and she was trying not to smirk at him.
"Later," she told him, "my rules need discussing first."
"Okay."
"In the vain hope you will actually do as I ask."
"If you got on your knees and begged," he interrupted.
"This isn't fantasy time House, this...I don't want you bringing any of my things to work. Porn books, photos, papers, anything." He nodded, listening, "Mostly I want things to stay the same, the sexual harassment, the work related disobedience."
"Right."
"Whatever...stuff you find out about me, my personal life, my family stays between us."
"I know everything about you already."
"Right."
"One sister, two nephews, dad was a lawyer, died seven years ago, mum taught English at high school. Your first boyfriend was called Eric..."
"How the hell did you know that?" she asked.
"I've known you twenty years, I know..."
"Everything about everyone, I know," she cut in.
"But I'll be no more of a jerk than I already am. No point in striving for perfection when you already are perfect." She smiled, "As long as you don't use clinic hours as a punishment when I fuck things up between us."
"Deal."
"So, can we negotiate the other stuff."
"No naked Saturdays, no sex at the hospital, I don't care how hard Wilson thinks you are to say no too," she said.
"And he would know."
"And we really need to talk about that."
"Later," he said with a smirk, "I want naked Saturdays."
"No."
"And office sex."
"No."
"I always get what I want," he reminded her and she frowned.
"I may concede to the occasional naked Saturdays, in exchange for regular oral sex."
"Deal."
They shook on it, and with a grip on her hand he pulled her into his lap.
"House!" she cried, "you're going to get hurt one day." He shrugged.
"You can make it up to me with morphine and blow jobs," she smiled, kissing him.
"We'll see," she said, sliding off his lap and onto her knees in front of him. She looked up at him with that wicked smile, but couldn't mask the fact that she hated being on her knees for a man.
She was though, reaching up to undo his jeans anyway. He loved her for it, doubting he could never do anything he hated for her.
"Do you actually need some morphine?" she asked, pulling his jeans and boxers down past his knees, scratching her nails across his thighs.
"While normally I wouldn't turn down drugs, I want to be as clear headed for this as possible."
"I wasn't going to give you any," she said, "I just wanted to know how hard it was going to be to get you off."
"Oh," he laughed, then moaned when she took the head of his semi erect cock into her mouth and sucked. "Oh goodie," he muttered. She smiled, feeling him grow and harden in her mouth, letting him push further in, listening to his breathing quicken.
When he was fully hard, she pulled back, running her tongue along his shaft, swirling around his head. He sighed, happy, and she glanced up to see him smiling. It suited him. It was worth it, she thought, flicking her tongue over the head of his cock.
Damn, she'd gotten better at this, he realised, flopping back against the sofa cushions as she started to suck on his cock, head bobbing between his legs, only his mangled leg spoiling the view of Cuddy's long dark hair, his cock slipping between swollen pink lips.
He ran his fingers through it, resting his hand on her head, resisting the urge to thrust up into her mouth. Hookers let him do that, let him use them to get off by any means necessary, even if it meant he was a little rough and they had to fight what little gag reflex they had left. It was different with Cuddy, she wasn't just a vessel for an orgasm, but something much better, much more important. She hated doing this as much as any of his hookers but did it anyway because she loved him.
Stupid woman.
"Fuck, you've been practising," he groaned when she let him slide from her mouth to move down and lick around his balls. She fisted his cock and pumped her wrist slowly as she ran her tongue past his balls to his anus, then back again, all the way over his shaft. He bucked and groaned and she grinned, taking him back into her mouth, continuing her previous pace, hand still pumping his shaft as she sucked on the head of his cock.
"Lisaaaa," he groaned, thrusting forward a little, encouraged when she didn't stop him.
It was warm and wet in her mouth, her lips tight around him, fist too, and he moved his hips with her, as hard as he dared. Then she hummed, the tiny vibration of her mouth shooting through his sensitive flesh and he cried out when he came into her mouth. She swallowed, gagging a little before pulling away, smiling. He shook a little with the high, watching as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then took a long sip of his beer.
"Much better," she said, getting up.
"God yeah," he mumbled, reaching for her. "So, naked Saturday," he said, eyes closed, "this weekend?"
She rolled her eyes, but smiled.
"Sure, why not."
Author: rolleson
Fandom: House
Rating: NC-17
Character/Pairing: House/Cuddy
Spoilers: Season Four
Warnings: Oral
Summary: They need to set some rules.
Notes: Because I kept writing. 1033 words. 12/?
i. Hot And Bothered
ii. Hesitations
iii. Weird
iv. Practical Application
v. Comfort Zone
vi. Progress?
vii. Think
viii. Semi
ix. Show and Tell
x. Confessional
xi. Functioning
"We need to set some ground rules."
Cuddy was standing over him while he sat on her sofa, hands on hips, a glare on her face. Despite her jeans and polo shirt, her hair damp from her shower, it was still a threatening look, to anyone but House. He appreciated the effort though.
"Okay," he said, sitting up a little. "Blow jobs twice a week, naked Saturdays and office sex," he continued, "yours, mine, Wilson's, doesn't matter..."
"No."
"No?"
"I didn't mean those sort of rules."
He knew that, hell, they both knew he knew what she really meant and he was surprised she'd let him get past the word 'blow'.
"Are my sort of rules up for negotiation?"
"Maybe."
He raised an eyebrow. He hadn't expected that, and she was trying not to smirk at him.
"Later," she told him, "my rules need discussing first."
"Okay."
"In the vain hope you will actually do as I ask."
"If you got on your knees and begged," he interrupted.
"This isn't fantasy time House, this...I don't want you bringing any of my things to work. Porn books, photos, papers, anything." He nodded, listening, "Mostly I want things to stay the same, the sexual harassment, the work related disobedience."
"Right."
"Whatever...stuff you find out about me, my personal life, my family stays between us."
"I know everything about you already."
"Right."
"One sister, two nephews, dad was a lawyer, died seven years ago, mum taught English at high school. Your first boyfriend was called Eric..."
"How the hell did you know that?" she asked.
"I've known you twenty years, I know..."
"Everything about everyone, I know," she cut in.
"But I'll be no more of a jerk than I already am. No point in striving for perfection when you already are perfect." She smiled, "As long as you don't use clinic hours as a punishment when I fuck things up between us."
"Deal."
"So, can we negotiate the other stuff."
"No naked Saturdays, no sex at the hospital, I don't care how hard Wilson thinks you are to say no too," she said.
"And he would know."
"And we really need to talk about that."
"Later," he said with a smirk, "I want naked Saturdays."
"No."
"And office sex."
"No."
"I always get what I want," he reminded her and she frowned.
"I may concede to the occasional naked Saturdays, in exchange for regular oral sex."
"Deal."
They shook on it, and with a grip on her hand he pulled her into his lap.
"House!" she cried, "you're going to get hurt one day." He shrugged.
"You can make it up to me with morphine and blow jobs," she smiled, kissing him.
"We'll see," she said, sliding off his lap and onto her knees in front of him. She looked up at him with that wicked smile, but couldn't mask the fact that she hated being on her knees for a man.
She was though, reaching up to undo his jeans anyway. He loved her for it, doubting he could never do anything he hated for her.
"Do you actually need some morphine?" she asked, pulling his jeans and boxers down past his knees, scratching her nails across his thighs.
"While normally I wouldn't turn down drugs, I want to be as clear headed for this as possible."
"I wasn't going to give you any," she said, "I just wanted to know how hard it was going to be to get you off."
"Oh," he laughed, then moaned when she took the head of his semi erect cock into her mouth and sucked. "Oh goodie," he muttered. She smiled, feeling him grow and harden in her mouth, letting him push further in, listening to his breathing quicken.
When he was fully hard, she pulled back, running her tongue along his shaft, swirling around his head. He sighed, happy, and she glanced up to see him smiling. It suited him. It was worth it, she thought, flicking her tongue over the head of his cock.
Damn, she'd gotten better at this, he realised, flopping back against the sofa cushions as she started to suck on his cock, head bobbing between his legs, only his mangled leg spoiling the view of Cuddy's long dark hair, his cock slipping between swollen pink lips.
He ran his fingers through it, resting his hand on her head, resisting the urge to thrust up into her mouth. Hookers let him do that, let him use them to get off by any means necessary, even if it meant he was a little rough and they had to fight what little gag reflex they had left. It was different with Cuddy, she wasn't just a vessel for an orgasm, but something much better, much more important. She hated doing this as much as any of his hookers but did it anyway because she loved him.
Stupid woman.
"Fuck, you've been practising," he groaned when she let him slide from her mouth to move down and lick around his balls. She fisted his cock and pumped her wrist slowly as she ran her tongue past his balls to his anus, then back again, all the way over his shaft. He bucked and groaned and she grinned, taking him back into her mouth, continuing her previous pace, hand still pumping his shaft as she sucked on the head of his cock.
"Lisaaaa," he groaned, thrusting forward a little, encouraged when she didn't stop him.
It was warm and wet in her mouth, her lips tight around him, fist too, and he moved his hips with her, as hard as he dared. Then she hummed, the tiny vibration of her mouth shooting through his sensitive flesh and he cried out when he came into her mouth. She swallowed, gagging a little before pulling away, smiling. He shook a little with the high, watching as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then took a long sip of his beer.
"Much better," she said, getting up.
"God yeah," he mumbled, reaching for her. "So, naked Saturday," he said, eyes closed, "this weekend?"
She rolled her eyes, but smiled.
"Sure, why not."