WARNINGS: This story is not in any normal genre so to speak. House and Cuddy are virtually turning into Thirteen's parents. It is also a very sexual story among all three. Thirteen doesn't mentally regress, but there will be times when she will act very childlike…even during sexual moments. If this bothers you or upsets you please don't read. I mean no harm by any of this. It's just something that was in my head.
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The three doctors sat at Cuddy's table. There was an awkward silence lingering in the room, as they all thought over the pending arrangement. "Are you sure you're okay with this Dr. Hadley?" Cuddy asked, curiously. "Once we get started…" she trailed off, all of them understanding what she meant.
Thirteen met the older woman's gaze, and then turned her eyes onto House. They had been upfront and honest with her about what they wanted and in turn had listened to what she needed. They had come to terms with what they were about to start and made arrangements for Thirteen to leave work temporarily.
She was understandably nervous about the situation at hand. However, up until this point her nerves had been solely due to excitement. Now she was faced with the fact that she was seriously considering handing herself over to them for the weekend, or possibly longer. She trusted Cuddy, but House?
The gruff doctor couldn't help but roll his eyes. He knew what Thirteen's hesitancy was without her even voicing it. "The only way you're ever going to know if you can trust me is if you try?" he offered, in hopes that she would realize his logic was correct.
Cuddy reached across the table and clasped her hand gently, "I would never let him hurt you Remy. He doesn't want things to be like that." She smiled warmly at the girl and could practically see the relief cross her features. She wasn't sure why she had switched to calling her Remy so soon, but it felt like the right thing to do.
"Okay," Thirteen agreed. House's logic made sense to her, as usual. She had nothing to lose and everything to gain. After all, Cuddy knew House better than most. If anyone could vouch for the misanthropic doctor, it was her. "I'm sure," she said, smiling shyly at them both.
Cuddy laughed, a mixture of relief and nerves. "Well I guess I'll file your paperwork on Monday," Cuddy said, shakily. Realizing she was jumping the gun a bit she added, "Assuming things go well this weekend."
"Okay enough with the pleasantries, everyone's okay, everyone wants to be involved, got it," House grumbled. He was more than ready to stop talking and move on to whatever happened next. "Alright kiddo," he said, to Thirteen, grinning as he spoke, "Hand over your stuff."
She smiled strangely at him. The term of endearment, if you could call it that, was strange coming from him. She liked it, but she still found herself suspicious of House and his motives. "Alright," she smirked, emptying her pockets. She laid her cell phone, wallet, and keys on the middle of the table.
House quirked an eyebrow at her. "Pager too," he said, gesturing for her to hand it over. House thought it was strange that, out of the four items he had requested, her pager was the one she'd held onto. He inwardly shushed his questioning brain and took the pager from Thirteen's trembling hand.
Turning to face his lover, House spoke cheerfully, "I believe it's your turn mommy." He wiggled his eyebrows at Cuddy, playfully. Gesturing for the girls to leave the room, House grabbed Thirteen's things to put them somewhere safe. They all knew that all she had to do was ask for them, but for now, they would be out of her grasp. She after all was the one who desired the feeling of helplessness and surrender.
Cuddy reached a hand out lovingly for Thirteen. She knew the girl was scared, but she honestly couldn't wait to get started. Cuddy felt her stomach drop nervously, as Thirteen's fingers entwined with her own. A grin spread across her face, as she spoke to House, "We'll only be a few moments."
"Hey," he growled, playfully. Tugging on Cuddy's free hand, House pulled her lips to his. He kissed her hungrily for a moment, disregarding Thirteen's presence completely. He would never admit it, but part of his need to kiss her was for reassurance. He needed to know that they were okay. He, of course, also enjoyed leaving Thirteen to stand there awkwardly, while he marked his territory.
Thirteen watched the older couple. Cuddy's fingers were still firmly gripping hers, as she kissed House. Thirteen stared in awe; this was something she hadn't been expecting. She knew they were a couple, but House seemed so different. He was less defensive here, like this. His kisses looked hungry and desperate, but soft and tender all at the same time. She briefly wondered what it would be like to kiss him. Blushing she realized it wouldn't be long before she found out.
Cuddy pulled away from House grinning. "Be nice," she chided, gently. "Let her warm up a little." She playfully glared at him and House in turn pouted. "Come on honey," Cuddy said smiling, "Let's go get you changed."