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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[rubicks_complex]

"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

[rubicks_complex]

"But I thought you said--" House stopped and narrowed his eyes at Cuddy. "You lied."

Really, he half suspected she had been lying, only because he expected the worst in everything, and the worst case scenario with them having unprotected sex was Cuddy falling pregnant. He squared his shoulders and fought down a stab of panic at Cuddy mentioning that she was taking emergency birth control. God, why didn't they use a condom? What the hell had possessed them to get so carried away

[l_cuddy_md]

"Yes, fine, I lied," Cuddy said sharply. "So what? It's not like I lied to hurt you or get something from you. I made a mistake; I fixed it. I didn't think you needed to know all the details."

The Mother Teresa crack really annoyed her. Was she supposed to feel guilty for not sleeping around? Because whether House believed it or not, the truth was she had plenty of opportunities for sex. Normally, however, she wasn't interested in just sex. Bastard. And what the hell did that have to do with having unprotected sex? She might be out of practice at sex, but that morning...that was just an accident.

Before she could argue with him further, though, House was ordering her to lie down. She did, but she told herself it was because she wanted to lie down, not because he told her to. She curled up on her side and put her hand over her eyes. God, she hated hormones. They were not only making her nauseous, they were ramping her emotions up to about a fifteen on a one to ten scale

[rubicks_complex]

House was surprised Cuddy did as he told her to do. He expected her to get up and continue arguing with him. He looked down at her as she curled up on her side: he felt annoyed that she didn't argue back. On the other hand, he was getting sick of arguing with her about the same thing, over and over. It was such a contradicting feeling.

While he'd originally come in here to try and work out what had happened this morning, the sex that had resulted was a much better distraction and he'd hoped it would stay that way -- and now, here they were, fighting again. He didn't want to go away because he still had loads of unanswered questions -- on the other hand, maybe getting some time apart would help him put more perspective on the whole thing

[l_cuddy_md]

Cuddy snuggled under the covers once House pulled them around her. With her eyes still closed she could hear him moving around but she couldn't tell what he was doing. Probably getting dressed, leaving. Which is what she'd told him to do. Aside from the fact that House never did what she told him to, she wasn't sure she wanted him to leave. Except....

She rubbed her hand fretfully over her forehead. A damn rollercoaster, that's what it was like with House. One minute having fun, having fantastic sex, the next practically screaming at each other. She didn't know how to change that, and maybe she couldn't. Maybe with House it was always all about the extremes.

"House...." She snapped her mouth shut, because she hadn't even realized she was going call to him. And for what? Ask him to stay? It was probably better if he left. Better if he had a chance to cool off and she had a chance to sleep off the effects of the drugs.

"Would you.... Turn the light off when you leave."

[rubicks_complex]

He'd tugged on his clothes and was pulling his shoes on when Cuddy said his name. He looked sharply over his shoulder at her and waited for her to finish what she was going to say. When it didn't come straight away, he looked back down to his trainers and continued to lace them up, listening hard for what Cuddy wanted to say, if she was going to say anything else. Hell, he could stay just to spite her, seeing she'd told him to leave -- he almost always did things contrary to what he was told. But he didn't want to be loitering around in awkward tension, doing nothing but fighting with Cuddy.

He felt like slapping himself across the face, however, when she asked him to turn the light off: he felt disappointed that she wasn't asking to stay instead, and what the hell was that about? He'd just been fighting with her, and now he was hoping she'd ask him to stay? He stood up and snatched his cane up in annoyance, though he couldn't tell if he was more annoyed at himself or at Cuddy.

Probably if she had asked him to stay, he would've left