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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 13 2007, 19:19:18 UTC

Cuddy rolled her hips as House thrust against her. She was still floating, her system flooded with endorphins. She wasn't even thinking about how easy it would be for his unsheathed cock to push in; all she was thinking about was how good it would feel ( ... )

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 ( ... )

l_cuddy_md April 21 2007, 03:41:38 UTC

"I'll keep that in mind," Cuddy said, pretending to be relieved by House's offer of 'assistance.' "Because clearly I need help taking care of my breasts...even though I've been doing it since I was twelve."

She stood still, allowing House to have his fun as he dried her. She enjoyed it too, after all. She didn't just like touching, she liked being touched. She especially enjoyed being touched the way House did, with obvious enjoyment. Maybe it wasn't the correct feminist attitude to take, but the truth was she liked to look good both for herself and for the (all too rare) men in her life. Correct attitude or not, she was a physical, sexual being just like everyone else. If a man appreciated that, then all the better for her ( ... )

rubicks_complex April 21 2007, 18:35:14 UTC

House rolled his eyes in a 'here we go' manner once the kissed finished and Cuddy started clumsily telling him he didn't have to stay. Every time she mentioned that, it reminded House of this not-relationship they had going here, or whatever it was, and how confusing that actually was. He'd much rather she didn't say anything; he knew he didn't have to stay if he didn't want to. He was well aware of his choices and didn't appreciate his options being laid out for him.

"Shut up," he said impatiently to her. "I know I don't have to do anything I don't want to do, I don't need you to tell me that. I don't do anything I don't want to do, so why should this be any different ( ... )

l_cuddy_md April 21 2007, 20:41:01 UTC

Cuddy glared at House's "shut up" because what the hell was wrong with trying to clarify the situation? When House first arrived that evening he'd acted like he wanted her to have the answers, to somehow know what was going on between them and to explain it to him. But apparently he'd rather flounder around not knowing than to answer questions or--god forbid--have an actual discussion ( ... )

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