Comments | rubicks_complex: Rp for <strong class="lj-user"><a href="/read/user/l_cuddy_md">l_cuddy

rubicks_complex

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... )

Leave a comment

Back to all threads

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 ( ... )

rubicks_complex April 22 2007, 01:33:48 UTC

"You seem pretty distracted when we're having sex," House argued mildly, finding himself somewhat amused by Cuddy's indignant hip thrust against him, despite his frustration. He copped one last squeeze of her ass before letting her go, and watched her leave the bathroom before he picked a towel up from the floor and took a moment to dry around his crotch more thoroughly. He dumped the towel into the corner as he picked up his cane, and then used the end of his cane to push the other towel to join the one in the corner, then proceeded out of the bathroom ( ... )

l_cuddy_md April 22 2007, 01:59:51 UTC

In hindsight, she should've moved faster after House bit her ass. She hadn't realized that was not his full retaliation but merely the prelude. By the time she tried to escape it was too late; he had her pinned face down on the mattress. Oh well, at least this way he couldn't see the way the corners of her mouth were twitching upwards despite her best attempt to suppress the smile ( ... )

rubicks_complex April 22 2007, 02:37:02 UTC

"But you like my pickle," House teased, before quickly switching his face to the other side of her neck when Cuddy turned her head again. He burrowed his face in against her neck and rubbed his chin against her skin, pulling back with a gleeful snort of amusement when Cuddy tried to edge away from him again. He managed to bury his face into her neck again, and when she threatened to shave him if he didn't stop, he upped the ante by tickling the side of her throat with his tongue.

"You shave me, I'll find another way to torture you," he said. "Don't think I'm easily thwarted."

He jerked back when she tried to squirm away again, and let out an amused laugh at her wrestling against him, before he managed to get his face in against the side of her neck again, torturing it with his lips and tongue in an attempt to find a ticklish spot on her. And when located it, he was merciless, licking and flicking his tongue over the spot until Cuddy was wrestling too much for him to be able to keep her pinned down and tickle her at the same time. Of ( ... )

l_cuddy_md April 22 2007, 03:22:51 UTC

"Yeah, you've had years of practice at torturing me, but I've had years of practice at thwarting you," she retorted. Not physically, of course. Physically it was an uneven battle, with the advantage all House's. It had probably been uneven professionally as well, but at least there she'd been able to maintain the appearance of winning occasionally ( ... )

rubicks_complex April 22 2007, 04:01:52 UTC

House grinned up at her in amusement, twisting his wrists in her grip if only to test how strong a hold she had on him. The glare she gave him only served to make him grin even more. "I bet you're regretting it," he taunted. "Me, I'm not regretting it ( ... )

l_cuddy_md April 22 2007, 04:55:13 UTC

"So far I'm not hearing a good reason why I should worry that it's unfair to you," Cuddy said. The whole point of handcuffs, something she'd never actually considered using, would be to make it less unfair to her. And as if to prove that she needed some kind of advantage, House pulled her forward. She wasn't strong enough to resist him so she either had to release her hold on him or allow herself to be pulled down. For the moment, she preferred to keep his hands where they couldn't attack her again, so she found herself draped along his torso, their faces practically nose to nose.

House was looking so pleased with himself that she was giving serious consideration to biting him. Not hard enough to do damage, just enough to make him rethink his position on the whole fairness issue. But instead she stared at him, momentarily dumbstruck by his question. She'd told him she was a fun person, and she was, but no, she wasn't used to having fun. With anyone. There were a handful of people, mostly old friends, with whom she was comfortable ( ... )

rubicks_complex April 22 2007, 21:56:23 UTC

House sat up and propped his pillow against the headboard before scooting back while Cuddy answered the door. The moment the plate was given to him, he set the plate down onto his bare thighs and instantly started to tuck into the food, not realising just how hungry he was until now. He checked the sandiwch, though, as he chewed on a mouthful of chips: he lifted the slice of toasted rye bread up and inspected the contents to make sure there wasn't pickle, just in case. Spying only the corned beef, Swiss cheese and sauerkraut, he then took a large bite of the sandwich just as Cuddy settled herself into the bed.

"Just as well," he replied, pulling a face, though because his mouth was full of food his words were distorted. He gestured to his plate impatiently while trying to swallow his mouthful. "Pickle would contaminate this," he added once he'd swallowed, picking up another chip. "If you had ordered this with pickle, I'd have demanded a prompt replacement Reuben and some kind of compensation on your part. Or maybe just make you eat ( ... )

l_cuddy_md April 23 2007, 02:33:13 UTC

"I'd eat the pickle. I like pickles," Cuddy said with a straight face. She didn't care if he took that to mean pickles or "pickles." Either way it was true ( ... )

rubicks_complex April 26 2007, 19:48:30 UTC

House threw Cuddy a sour look. He not only didn't fancy the idea of doing clinic shifts, he didn't like the idea of it being 'just like home'. There'd very likely come a point where House would seriously miss medicine -- and seriously miss the diagnostics side of things, the cases he worked on -- but House didn't like being reminded of home in this place. Strange, seeing Cuddy reminded him of home all the time. But doing clinic duty here in the Hotel would only serve to remind him of everything he'd lost back home, and House didn't want that pressing on his mind ( ... )

l_cuddy_md April 26 2007, 22:54:05 UTC

"Are you kidding?" Cuddy asked. She flung her arm out in a gesture meant to indicate the entire Hotel, not just her room. "This place is like a ten on the freaky scale. I'd say a bunch of freaks are probably more likely to figure this place out than normal people ( ... )

rubicks_complex April 29 2007, 12:56:22 UTC

Yeah, well, as much as he'd reminded Cuddy of what she no longer had at home, House certainly didn't like being reminded of what he'd lost. His job, his home... the only two things that really kept him going, aside from his friendship with Wilson. He had Cuddy to thank for the job -- without her, he'd have not had a job at all, seeing he wasn't exactly deemed employable despite his credentials and his astuteness as a doctor. Nobody liked him in the medical world and up until he found out he'd lost his job, he didn't care that nobody liked him.

But what if he got out of here, or was for some reason kicked out of here if the Hotel ever had enough of him for whatever purpose, and found himself back in Princeton? No job, no money, no home, nobody. He started to scowl darkly at Cuddy as these thoughts went through his mind ( ... )

l_cuddy_md April 29 2007, 22:13:46 UTC

Cuddy's mouth dropped open as House grew more agitated, vicious even, as he rejected the whole idea of going home. Yeah, she wanted marriage and kids. And a dog and the white picket fence and the whole kit and caboodle. So what? What the hell was wrong with that, other than the fact that House didn't want it? Or...he was afraid he couldn't have it.

"So stay here," she sniped back when he pointed out all the reasons he didn't want to go home. "If you're so sure this is better, stay. Just don't expect everyone else to stay because you're afraid to go home."

"Thanks so much. It's always heartwarming to hear your low opinion of me." Her mouth snapped shut at House's final jab. She yanked the sheet up, clutching it to her chest as she gave an angry shake of her head. "Do you think that you're the first person to tell me I'm not good enough, that I don't deserve the things I want?

"The medical profession, especially at the administrative level, is still very much an old boy's club. And those old boys didn't want me--young, female-- ( ... )

rubicks_complex April 29 2007, 22:50:25 UTC

"I never said you don't deserve the things you want," House argued back loudly when he was standing up from the bed and facing back towards her. He opened his mouth to add more, but was cut off by Cuddy.

He gave her a look of complete frustration at the things she said, about the administrative level treating Cuddy like she was undeserving because she was female. That hadn't been the point House was aiming for at all. While he certainly made it clear enough times about what he thought of her doctoring skills, and while he continually undermined her position as boss, he did think she was good at her job and did respect her for that. More than that, he was grateful underneath all his sarcasm for the fact that Cuddy let him keep his job, and for helping him establish the diagnostics department. He didn't know what might've become of him after the infarction had he not had his job to keep him going, and he didn't want to know.

Well... he was looking at that now, in a way. What he was now was more or less his worst fears back home. ( ... )

l_cuddy_md April 30 2007, 02:46:20 UTC

"Well, how the hell else am I supposed to take it? You tell me I suck at relationships, that I'm not a proper doctor. Am I supposed to take that as a compliment?" Cuddy asked incredulously. She pressed the heels of her hands to her temples as the sheet slipped to her waist. It was hard to fight while naked, but nudity was the least of her concerns. Amazing, really, how House could send her blood pressure skyrocketing in no time. And without really trying.

"That's not even the point," she continued. She wasn't sure any more what the point was. It had all started with a simple mention of a meeting, but then he'd started pushing her buttons. She'd be damned if she'd let anyone tell her what she could or couldn't do. Whatever his opinion was of her, however, it didn't change her determination to leave.

"I get that you don't think there's anything left for you at home, but what is there for you here?" She was genuinely confused by House's reluctance to even consider going home. She knew he wasn't happy about being stuck here, so how ( ... )

rubicks_complex May 8 2007, 18:22:11 UTC

He'd swiped his cane up and started to pace across the room when Cuddy argued about how she was supposed to take his jibes, and when she then asked what was for him here, House turned quickly to look at her. It wasn't that he hadn't considered going home -- he'd considered it, and was scared at the likely possibilities getting home would present.

"I never said there was anything for me here," House argued. "But I had a taste of what going home from here is like, so did you, and do you seriously think I want that to be my life, too ( ... )

Back to all threads