[ ff: backstabbing, conspiracies and eggnog 2/?) ]
+ Backstabbing, Conspiracies and Eggnog
Rating: Strong R
Spoilers: Humpty Dumpty
Pairings: House/Cuddy + Cuddy/Wilson friendship
Disclaimer: All known characters and premises belong to their respective owners. So there.
Summary: “...but what about your perverted fantasies?”
Chapter Two
Days had passed since her embarrassing encounter with Greg, and Lisa was quite content with the fact that it hadn’t been brought up to this date. The level of awkwardness between them hadn’t risen and she was quite surprised that he didn’t use his knowledge on the subject to blackmail her.
In a fluid movement, she swiped her mail off her assistant’s desk and pushed open the glass door with the other hand. Shrugging off her lab coat, she sifted through her mail, tossing the bills in her ‘in’ tray and the complaints on an open folder that reposed on the desk. She cocked her head to the side, regarding the last one with a dangerous mix of suspicion and curiosity. There, in a fine scrawl, her name stared back at her. She knew it was from him, and fought the urge to just toss it in the garbage. However, her inquisitive nature pushed past and she sat down on her chair, retrieving her letter opener and gently slicing through the top of the envelop. She extracted the small card and passed her fingers along the printed surface of a fat, slob-like Santa Claus sitting on a recliner, complete with stained undershirt, pants undone and unshaven. In black marker, she realized that Greg had drawn a stethoscope around Santa’s neck and drew a cane leaning against the side of the couch as well as a beer in his hand. Under the picture, the caption bore some eye-rolling humour: everybody needs a few days off. She opened up the card and shook her head, fighting back a smile. There, where one would normally read: so why don’t you take a couple off, was crossed out, and instead neatly written don’t you think I deserve a few too?
She closed the card and placed it in the drawer, letting out a small chuckle. At least some effort had been made on his behalf, whether it had to annoy or please as eventual intent. She was about to toss the envelop in the garbage when a picture fell out and gently feathered towards the floor. She bent down and picked it up, her eyes scanning it. Her hand immediately covered her eyes and she felt her cheeks flush as she peeked through spread fingers in order to view the picture once more. There, with a strategically placed stethoscope, sat a naked Dr. Gregory House, staring defiantly into the camera...crisp blue eyes daring hers. She flipped the picture over, her eyes sweeping over the words though her mind still held the picture offered. To keep your other picture warm at night - if you want the real thing, you know where to find me. She chewed on her lip, trying vainly to prevent a schoolgirl smile to wash across her face as she once more looked the photograph over. Tucking the picture into the card, she then placed the duo in her bag before heading towards the door. Flipping off the light switch, she threw on her coat, bid farewell to the other nurses and headed towards the parking lot; a mischievous smile brewing.
***
She glanced back at her car, parked on the side of the street, right behind his vehicle. Tightening the belt that held her wool jacket closed, she knocked lightly on the door, torn between wanting him to answer and wanting him to ignore. Her mind had already made plans to vacate the small porch but her body denied any movement as she waited patiently.
“For a second I was sure a mouse was paying me a visit,” he mumbled, opening the door and leaning against it. He took in her rosy cheeks, knowing that it wasn’t solely a result from the frigid air. “I take it you got my Christmas card.” He pushed the door closed once she had stepped inside.
She glanced up, unable to meet him in the eyes. Her eyes opted instead to travel down the length of his body, from his loose jogging pants to the ratty t-shirt that rested snugly against his upper-torso. “I uh...yeah,” she stuttered out, finally meeting his gaze. “I just wanted to stop by to give you your Christmas present.” She held out a small package, “Tendo Dokuta, for your DS. Let’s you play doctor.”
He took the package from her hand, unable to stop the grin from spreading across his lips. “You’re very amusing.” He held her gaze momentarily before looking down at the game. “So while I try to escape from Clinic duty I can play a simulation medical game. Nice. But, it still doesn’t beat mine.” He wiggled his eyebrows, once again taking satisfaction at the reddish tint that graced her skin.
“I’m not done.”
“Oh?” Both eyebrows sat high on his forehead. “So Santa’s being extra nice to the naughty. I see...”
She took a deep breath and reached for her belt, tugging it open with ease. She allowed the coat to flow open, revealing her garments underneath.
Greg’s mouth fell open and his eyes never strayed from her form, taking in the contrast that the cadmium-red lace teddy created on her skin. His eyes trailed down the matching garter-belt, down her long, toned legs to the red stiletto heels that granted her some added height that he hadn’t noticed before. His eyes snapped to her face, and he fought a losing battle to keep them focused on her stare instead of traveling back down her body.
She took a step forward, reaching up and placing a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth. “...if your offer still stands.”
He reached out slowly, tentatively at first, until his hand came in contact with her firm tummy. He applied a little pressure, eyes still fixated on her cleavage, tempting mounds pushed up slightly by the lacy design.
“Greg?”
He took a step back, glancing over his shoulder before closing his eyes forcibly.
Lisa too, backed away from his form, recognizing the voice instantly. She quickly pulled the belt, tying it securely at her waist, just as Stacy walked into the room.
“Lisa, I,” she let out a small laugh, if nothing out of nervousness and to gather her bearings, “I thought I heard some voices.” She placed herself slightly behind Greg, almost using him as a human shield though intent wise was to cover her lack of clothing.
Lisa looked at Stacy, clad only in Greg’s button-down shirt that he had worn to work that day, and then back at Greg. “Yea, just came in to...”
“ ...to hand me a present. DS game - very thoughtful,” Greg added, showing Stacy the package without looking at her.
“So are you and Mark -”
“ - separated,” Stacy added, a bit too quickly.
Silence held its ground as Stacy gazed at Greg who was watching Lisa who was staring down at his bare feet. “I should go,” she jerked her thumb over her shoulder, “for all I know I’m double parked.” She turned and opened the door, walking briskly towards her car.
“Lisa.”
“What?” She didn’t turn around, but stood there, shoulders hunched and hand gripping the handle tightly. She finally glanced over her shoulder, watching him stand there, his eyes holding hers. “What, House? What!” Her voice trembled as she tried to make anger present, but she knew disappointment and embarrassment were probably the two emotions that slapped her in the face.
“Merry Christmas,” he mumbled softly, head bowed.
She watched him until he closed the door, and stayed rooted in place moments after. She finally climbed into her car, resting her forehead on the cold steering wheel as she stared straight ahead at the dashboard. Pulling out of her parking spot, she drove quickly, wanting desperately to arrive home and just crawl into bed.
-TBC-
Rating: Strong R
Spoilers: Humpty Dumpty
Pairings: House/Cuddy + Cuddy/Wilson friendship
Disclaimer: All known characters and premises belong to their respective owners. So there.
Summary: “...but what about your perverted fantasies?”
Chapter Two
Days had passed since her embarrassing encounter with Greg, and Lisa was quite content with the fact that it hadn’t been brought up to this date. The level of awkwardness between them hadn’t risen and she was quite surprised that he didn’t use his knowledge on the subject to blackmail her.
In a fluid movement, she swiped her mail off her assistant’s desk and pushed open the glass door with the other hand. Shrugging off her lab coat, she sifted through her mail, tossing the bills in her ‘in’ tray and the complaints on an open folder that reposed on the desk. She cocked her head to the side, regarding the last one with a dangerous mix of suspicion and curiosity. There, in a fine scrawl, her name stared back at her. She knew it was from him, and fought the urge to just toss it in the garbage. However, her inquisitive nature pushed past and she sat down on her chair, retrieving her letter opener and gently slicing through the top of the envelop. She extracted the small card and passed her fingers along the printed surface of a fat, slob-like Santa Claus sitting on a recliner, complete with stained undershirt, pants undone and unshaven. In black marker, she realized that Greg had drawn a stethoscope around Santa’s neck and drew a cane leaning against the side of the couch as well as a beer in his hand. Under the picture, the caption bore some eye-rolling humour: everybody needs a few days off. She opened up the card and shook her head, fighting back a smile. There, where one would normally read: so why don’t you take a couple off, was crossed out, and instead neatly written don’t you think I deserve a few too?
She closed the card and placed it in the drawer, letting out a small chuckle. At least some effort had been made on his behalf, whether it had to annoy or please as eventual intent. She was about to toss the envelop in the garbage when a picture fell out and gently feathered towards the floor. She bent down and picked it up, her eyes scanning it. Her hand immediately covered her eyes and she felt her cheeks flush as she peeked through spread fingers in order to view the picture once more. There, with a strategically placed stethoscope, sat a naked Dr. Gregory House, staring defiantly into the camera...crisp blue eyes daring hers. She flipped the picture over, her eyes sweeping over the words though her mind still held the picture offered. To keep your other picture warm at night - if you want the real thing, you know where to find me. She chewed on her lip, trying vainly to prevent a schoolgirl smile to wash across her face as she once more looked the photograph over. Tucking the picture into the card, she then placed the duo in her bag before heading towards the door. Flipping off the light switch, she threw on her coat, bid farewell to the other nurses and headed towards the parking lot; a mischievous smile brewing.
***
She glanced back at her car, parked on the side of the street, right behind his vehicle. Tightening the belt that held her wool jacket closed, she knocked lightly on the door, torn between wanting him to answer and wanting him to ignore. Her mind had already made plans to vacate the small porch but her body denied any movement as she waited patiently.
“For a second I was sure a mouse was paying me a visit,” he mumbled, opening the door and leaning against it. He took in her rosy cheeks, knowing that it wasn’t solely a result from the frigid air. “I take it you got my Christmas card.” He pushed the door closed once she had stepped inside.
She glanced up, unable to meet him in the eyes. Her eyes opted instead to travel down the length of his body, from his loose jogging pants to the ratty t-shirt that rested snugly against his upper-torso. “I uh...yeah,” she stuttered out, finally meeting his gaze. “I just wanted to stop by to give you your Christmas present.” She held out a small package, “Tendo Dokuta, for your DS. Let’s you play doctor.”
He took the package from her hand, unable to stop the grin from spreading across his lips. “You’re very amusing.” He held her gaze momentarily before looking down at the game. “So while I try to escape from Clinic duty I can play a simulation medical game. Nice. But, it still doesn’t beat mine.” He wiggled his eyebrows, once again taking satisfaction at the reddish tint that graced her skin.
“I’m not done.”
“Oh?” Both eyebrows sat high on his forehead. “So Santa’s being extra nice to the naughty. I see...”
She took a deep breath and reached for her belt, tugging it open with ease. She allowed the coat to flow open, revealing her garments underneath.
Greg’s mouth fell open and his eyes never strayed from her form, taking in the contrast that the cadmium-red lace teddy created on her skin. His eyes trailed down the matching garter-belt, down her long, toned legs to the red stiletto heels that granted her some added height that he hadn’t noticed before. His eyes snapped to her face, and he fought a losing battle to keep them focused on her stare instead of traveling back down her body.
She took a step forward, reaching up and placing a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth. “...if your offer still stands.”
He reached out slowly, tentatively at first, until his hand came in contact with her firm tummy. He applied a little pressure, eyes still fixated on her cleavage, tempting mounds pushed up slightly by the lacy design.
“Greg?”
He took a step back, glancing over his shoulder before closing his eyes forcibly.
Lisa too, backed away from his form, recognizing the voice instantly. She quickly pulled the belt, tying it securely at her waist, just as Stacy walked into the room.
“Lisa, I,” she let out a small laugh, if nothing out of nervousness and to gather her bearings, “I thought I heard some voices.” She placed herself slightly behind Greg, almost using him as a human shield though intent wise was to cover her lack of clothing.
Lisa looked at Stacy, clad only in Greg’s button-down shirt that he had worn to work that day, and then back at Greg. “Yea, just came in to...”
“ ...to hand me a present. DS game - very thoughtful,” Greg added, showing Stacy the package without looking at her.
“So are you and Mark -”
“ - separated,” Stacy added, a bit too quickly.
Silence held its ground as Stacy gazed at Greg who was watching Lisa who was staring down at his bare feet. “I should go,” she jerked her thumb over her shoulder, “for all I know I’m double parked.” She turned and opened the door, walking briskly towards her car.
“Lisa.”
“What?” She didn’t turn around, but stood there, shoulders hunched and hand gripping the handle tightly. She finally glanced over her shoulder, watching him stand there, his eyes holding hers. “What, House? What!” Her voice trembled as she tried to make anger present, but she knew disappointment and embarrassment were probably the two emotions that slapped her in the face.
“Merry Christmas,” he mumbled softly, head bowed.
She watched him until he closed the door, and stayed rooted in place moments after. She finally climbed into her car, resting her forehead on the cold steering wheel as she stared straight ahead at the dashboard. Pulling out of her parking spot, she drove quickly, wanting desperately to arrive home and just crawl into bed.
-TBC-