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Rp for l_cuddy_md

Apr 10, 2007 23:59

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 ( Read more... )

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l_cuddy_md April 11 2007, 14:49:59 UTC

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 April 16 2007, 00:41:18 UTC

House chose to ignore the frown Cuddy gave him, unsettled by the fact that she picked up on his change of tone. At least she didn't ask what that had been about. House didn't even want to entertain the idea of Wilson finding out about Cuddy and himself. In a circumstance where House hadn't lost control with Wilson, he probably wouldn't have been as bothered by Wilson knowing -- except for the part where Wilson would have lectured him about treating Cuddy right and not being an asshole and all those things Wilson liked to preach and wax philosophical about. But that he had slept with Wilson... Yeah, he didn't want to think about it. It was way too complicated for House's likes and he didn't want to ruin the mood between Cuddy and himself, not after such great sex, and not after how tense things had been between them before they fell into bed together ( ... )

l_cuddy_md April 16 2007, 03:01:26 UTC

Once in the bathroom Cuddy took the second dose of hormones and drank an entire glass of water to wash them down. Then she filled the glass and drank again. Like any exercise, sex left her feeling a little dry in the mouth. It left her feeling a lot of things: sweaty, a little achy, pleasantly relaxed. And definitely dry. She paused to make a face at herself in the mirror, at the mussed hair and faint pink patches of beardburn on her skin, then sat on the toilet to relieve herself.

"House!" she said when he poked his head in the door, her volume short of a bellow, but only just. She waved at him emphatically. "Out. NowShe pulled a thoroughly exasperated face as House pulled his head back. She finished quickly and flushed, which seemed to be House's signal to re-enter the room. She shot him a look as she washed her hands. "You know, there is a certain expectation of privacy in the bathroom ( ... )

rubicks_complex April 16 2007, 17:07:57 UTC

"Having my face in your crotch isn't unflattering enough?" House asked before he started to move around Cuddy to head towards the toilet ( ... )

l_cuddy_md April 16 2007, 18:50:34 UTC

"That's different," Cuddy insisted. She didn't worry about unflattering positions during sex. Looking good didn't matter; feeling good did. Using the toilet in front of a new partner, on the other hand, could kill the romance dead.

Huh. Okay, so what the hell was she worried about? This wasn't a romance. She couldn't kill it by peeing in front of him. Probably couldn't kill it by any means except, possibly, trying to turn it into a romance. Nor was it like the helplessness that had made House resent her presence in the bathroon during his withdrawal. This was just...peeing ( ... )

rubicks_complex April 16 2007, 19:23:29 UTC

"Of those?" House exclaimed, looking pointedly at her breasts. He then grinned. "Remember I once called them your 'funbags'? I wasn't using that term flippantly."

He allowed himself to be drawn into the shower, sliding the screen shut behind him as Cuddy kissed his lips. The shower, luckily, wasn't too small; there was at least elbow room for the both of them. As Cuddy turned away to fetch the soap, House leaned around her and pushed his face into the spray to wet it, his hands on her hips for balance. Pulling back, he quickly wiped his eyes with his fingers, then looked down at Cuddy ( ... )

l_cuddy_md April 17 2007, 02:56:23 UTC

"I was merely being polite," Cuddy said. "You should try saying please every now and then. You might be surprised what it'll get you ( ... )

rubicks_complex April 17 2007, 23:48:19 UTC

"Nine years of sexual repression," House mused as he slid his hands up her shoulders to deepen the massage. "No wonder your shoulders are in such bad shape ( ... )

l_cuddy_md April 18 2007, 03:31:26 UTC

"Oh, come on. Massage would be an open ticket for you to touch women. Lots of them. You seriously telling me you'd turn that down?"

She did think he'd turn that down, strange as it seemed. Strange for someone who spent as much time talking about women and sex as House did, that was. That was House, though, saying one thing and doing another. Since Stacy left he'd ogled and sexually harassed plenty of women, herself included. As far as she knew he hadn't slept with any of them.

Frankly she thought he was more sexually repressed than she was. Or maybe not sexually repressed, more like...affection repressed? Because he apparently took care of his physical needs but only if he could avoid emotional entanglements ( ... )

rubicks_complex April 18 2007, 20:10:00 UTC

"Well, not if they were blonde and big breasted," he replied. "I'd be a moron to turn that down ( ... )

l_cuddy_md April 19 2007, 00:18:49 UTC

Cuddy leaned into the shower spray, rinsing the soap from her body. She ducked her head under the water and combed her fingers through her hair to smooth it away from her face. Then she grabbed the soap and lathered up her hands ( ... )

rubicks_complex April 19 2007, 00:58:09 UTC

"Hey, whatever comes, you know," he replied, watching her face. "Loudly, obscenely... I have nothing against any leather, if it's being sported by a sexy woman. Handcuffs are just nuisance, because it means you can't touch. What's the point in looking if you can't explore with your hands, too ( ... )

l_cuddy_md April 19 2007, 02:50:33 UTC

"Relax, it's just soap."

Cuddy could almost feel the tension building. House's movements, his posture, were stiff, hesitant. She knew she needed to back off a little, but she wasn't sure if it was a purely physical thing or if he was reacting emotionally. Emotionally, she guessed, but he was surprisingly shy about his body at times. Not during sex: he seemed at ease then. And he was definitely comfortable touching her, but the rest of the time....

"It's just me," she added softly. She washed his back, making the touch of her fingers lighter, less sensual. In her opinion it was a shame. Under those layers of wrinkled clothes he usually wore he had a nice body, muscular but lean. She enjoyed running her hands over his skin, feeling the solidity of bones and muscles under the surface. The scar on his thigh was ugly, there was no denying that, but it was old news for her. Old enough that she didn't think about it unless he drew her attention to it ( ... )

rubicks_complex April 20 2007, 12:56:29 UTC

Bracing his hand against the wall, House closed his eyes as she washed his back. Despite his uncertainty with being washed the way Cuddy had been washing him, the one thing House really did like was having his back stroked and rubbed and massaged. His shoulders and back muscles got very tense with aches he couldn't work out on his own without someone to massage his back for him, and House almost hoped Cuddy would return the massage he'd given her. Him being a lot taller would've like made it a bit difficult, though, and she seemed to pick up his unease, if her softer, more careful strokes to his back were anything to go by ( ... )

l_cuddy_md April 20 2007, 15:42:47 UTC

"You really do like to watch, don't you?" Cuddy asked with a grin. He'd mentioned watching her masturbate, albeit teasingly, and she hadn't missed his look at her while he was talking about a leather strip tease. House apparently had a strong appreciation for the visual aspect of sex. Well, she did too, but she was more tactile. She'd much rather be touching than watching ( ... )

rubicks_complex April 21 2007, 00:57:46 UTC

He was about to protest when Cuddy told him to wait his turn, and when she pressed the towel to his chest to start drying him, he wasn't sure where to look at first. He wanted to roll his eyes to prove he wasn't as affected as he actually was by her being in personal space like this, doing something intimate, but instead took to looking across the bathroom with an expression of pretend impatience on his face. Really, he just wasn't sure what to make of Cuddy touching him like this, like how she'd done in the shower. That wasn't to say that he didn't like it as such, just that he wasn't used to it. If he didn't like it, he would've told her to stop ( ... )

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