Rp for l_cuddy_md

[rubicks_complex]

House ended up going back to his room, after meeting that blonde woman down in the lobby. He'd had a crap enough day as it was; the way the morning had turned out with Cuddy, meeting Wilson in the bar, getting punched in the face by John. Yeah, he wasn't interested in his day getting any more crap than it already was, and hanging around downstairs

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[l_cuddy_md]

Hearing House say things like "what was I on" and "should've stuck with the stripper" was like being slapped. Cuddy's jaw clenched as she fought to keep from reacting. Even though House wasn't looking at her, she didn't want to take the chance that he'd see how much those careless words hurt. She hadn't expected him to express any tender or romantic sentiments--she would've examined him for a head injury if he had--but being categorized as just another problem he didn't want to deal with was hurtful...to say the least.

Because he was right. He should've stuck with his stripper. And she should've kept whatever feelings were simmering in her subconscious right where they were--deeply buried. There'd been no danger in going on as they'd always been and even if they'd been missing something by doing that...well, if you never had it, then you didn't feel any loss.

Cuddy didn't really hear most of the rest of what House said. She was too caught up in his obvious distaste for the fact that she'd liked being with him because it was him.

[rubicks_complex]

House turned sharply to look at her, a sudden annoyed expression on his face. Had she completely not listened to a word he'd said? Well... maybe he hadn't exactly delivered his confused thoughts with much clarity, but he thought he was making it obvious what he was saying: that he couldn't stop thinking about what they'd done together. That, if he was absolutely honest with himself, he couldn't stop thinking about CuddyHe sighed irritably, frustrated that he had to somehow elaborate on what he was saying to make it make sense to her. He'd deliberately chosen to try and tell her what he was thinking through talking in metaphors so it didn't feel so personal. He made a few aborted attempts to try and answer her question without being direct, then gave an exasperated toss of his head

[l_cuddy_md]

"I listened," Cuddy protested. "I just don't understand

[rubicks_complex]

"I wasn't upset," he snapped back at her, feeling defensiveness spiking in him. He turned his attention from Cuddy to the door and tried to calculate quickly how many steps it would take him to make it speedily to the door and out of her room. "Of course it scared me," he continued in favour of actually following through with seeking an exit. "Scared the shit out of you, too."

He resumed pacing, tossing her question about in his mind: so everything was fine... wasn't it? It was supposed to be fine. It was just supposed to be sex, like he'd argued over and over with himself in his mind. So, why the confused feelings? Why this strange sense of attachment, or whatever the hell it was? Maybe he really was just going mad and this was how it was manifesting; the Hotel fucking with his mind. Except he really, truly did like what he and Cuddy had shared. And he remembered at the time hoping it would happen again. And again. And hopefully again.

"It wasn't just an accident," he argued once he was in the centre of the room again. He turned

[l_cuddy_md]

Cuddy bristled under House's accusatory glare. She got the feeling he wanted to blame her for everything that had happened. She had made the first move, or dared him to make the first move really. But she hadn't forced him to do anything. She sure as hell hadn't prevented him from using a condom. And she knew he knew that. He was simply looking for some way to vent his fears and she was the obvious target

[rubicks_complex]

The accusatory look on his face quickly turned into wariness as Cuddy rose from the bed and moved in towards him. He didn't know whether to feel relieved that Cuddy said she'd be welcome into her bed, or if that made him feel or the more confused, but as Cuddy neared him he couldn't help watching her suspiciously. He wasn't sure what she planned to do, if she was going to kiss him, or slap him, or shove him out of her room, or what she had in mind

[l_cuddy_md]

Cuddy was completely unprepared for House to grab her and pull her back

[rubicks_complex]

House reluctantly let the kiss end when Cuddy pulled back and pressed her hand to his chest. Whatever it was Cuddy wanted to say, House wasn't sure he wanted to hear it. They'd done all their talking as far as he was concerned, and it had achieved nothing -- really, kissing Cuddy like this had only landed them both back at square one.

He just nodded to her assertion that this wasn't a relationship. Deep down, he wasn't sure he believed that because this wouldn't be so damn confusing if it was just sex.. or whatever this was. It just seemed much easier to give into the physical over bothering to figure out the reason behind it all. This wasn't dealing with the issue at all and House knew that. He didn't want to deal with it, because so long as Cuddy wanted him as much as he wanted Cuddy, then what need was there to look beyond that? Looking beyond the sex meant that they'd be delving into areas pertaining to relationships, and

[l_cuddy_md]

Cuddy moaned as House pulled their bodies tightly together. It might've been a reaction to the fact that House really was a good kisser. Or she might've been trying to drown out the little voice in her head that kept saying this was a bad idea. Like that was anything new. It was always a bad idea when she got involved with a man. It never lasted; it never ended well.

The fact that it was House this time...that was not a cause for optimism. She was still hopeful enough to think it was possible that she could make some kind of relationship work with him. But she didn't think it was probable

[rubicks_complex]

That same voice was chanting at the back of House's mind, too, especially when Cuddy urged him back towards the bed and resumed kissing him while straddling his legs. He peered across the room as her lips moved along his jaw, and pulled a grimace of pain as she kissed across his bruise. He stubbornly shoved the voice and the pain aside when Cuddy's mouth moved back onto his, and poured all of his attention into Cuddy, running his hands up and down her back, down to her ass as they heatedly kissed. Yeah, maybe this was a bad idea, but as far as bad ideas went, this was an extremely pleasurable one. The physical overruled the rational, easily

[l_cuddy_md]

"You never like the way I think," Cuddy said, flatly refuting House's claim. He'd made her life hell at times with his refusal to agree with her thinking. Then again, her thinking had never put 'House' and 'naked' in the same thought before. That was more than enough to explain his sudden willingness to see her point of view

[rubicks_complex]

"You should do something about both of those issues," House agreed. And boy, did she. He sat back enough to give her room to shrug her bra off, then scooped both her breasts up in his hands as she unbuttoned his shirt

[l_cuddy_md]

"Be my guest."

She raised her arms over her head and stretched as House unfastened her jeans. She lifted her hips so that he could pull them down her legs and drop them to the floor. Before he could move too far, though, she raised one leg and hooked it around his waist, keeping him close between her legs. She reached down and unbuckled his belt, watching his face as she slowly dragged his zipper down.

She'd been doing a pretty good job of ignoring her earlier concerns, but as House shucked his jeans off, she realized there was one concern she couldn't afford to ignore. Psychologically, they couldn't handle another condom problem. She didn't have any though, which meant that one of them was going to have to run over to House's room. She turned her head to look at the chair next to the bed where she'd left her robe. And as she did, she saw a box of condoms on the bedside table.

She stared at the box. She knew it hadn't been there earlier. To say she was disconcerted by its appearance would be an understatement. She was weirded out

[rubicks_complex]

House was aware Cuddy had fallen silent. He was running his hands down her thighs to her hips and noticed that she wasn't reacting at all, just lying there with her eyes closed as though something was wrong. Which instantly made him feel alarmed. He hadn't noticed the condoms on her bedside table, so his instant thought was that Cuddy was having second thoughts about this. And really, she'd have had every right to if she was. But the last thing he wanted was to lose the momentum of what they'd established here

[l_cuddy_md]

Cuddy made contented noises against House's mouth, arching slightly into the touch of his hand as it wandered down her body. She had one arm around his shoulders; the other hand explored the planes and hollows of his shoulder and chest

[rubicks_complex]

"You like it," he replied with smug confidence, running his fingers up her inner thigh slowly. He propped himself up onto his elbow as he brushed his hand over her crotch once again, then slid his hand up over her belly, up to her breast. Gathering it in his palm, he leaned down and teased her nipple with his tongue, his teeth, sucked and kissed it, then pulled away to look up at her face as he squeezed her breast in his hand.

"If you have a problem with me being a sadist, now's your time to voice your complaint," he continued, letting her breast go and running his hand back down over her stomach. He looked down at her body, at her breasts, her belly, her hips, her thighs as his hand moved steadily further south -- god, he loved women. Their bodies, their soft curves, their femininity. Even better if their body was a good as Cuddy's. Up until the sex last night, it had been a long while since he truly appreciated a woman's body, and boy, did he appreciate Cuddy's. He indulged in it, even, which was why he enjoyed taking his sweet