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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 14 2007, 16:17:27 UTC

Cuddy's hand stroked idly through House's chest hair as she considered what he'd said. He was right, of course, the bitching would've continued. Would continue, because she wasn't foolish enough to think that good sex would change the way they reacted to each other. The difference back home would've been that she would've been questioning her own judgement a lot more. She'd always had a tendency to let House get away with things she'd never let anyone else even try. If she'd been sleeping with him, she would've had to wonder what her real motivations were. Others would've questioned her motives as well. There were plenty of staff members who'd always thought she must be sleeping with House because they couldn't imagine any other reason she put up with him ( ... )

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 ( ... )

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 ( ... )

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