Set in a Season 7 in which "Bombshells" never happened (because it never happened, right?)
Established Huddy relationship.
I haven't decided the rate yet... rate M just because I know myself ;)
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DADDY
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Chapter 1 - Cuddy girls
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House didn't looked up from his medical journal as soon as he heard the tickling of her heels approaching his office and slowing as she entered the door and walked toward him.
"No way." He said looking up as she stood in front of his desk. His eyes lingered on the black skirt wrapping those gorgeous hips of hers, then moving up to focus on her purple low-cut silk blouse before meeting the grey-blue of her eyes. Her left hand fingers fiddling with the ones of her right hand.
She looked at him with a quizzical look, stopping the fidget of her hands and staring right into his eyes.
"Oh..." she replied with a shrug "Too bad you're not in the mood for the oral sex I came for!"
He looked at her over the top of his reading glasses, running his tongue on his lips and holding back a smile.
"You're an evil cunning woman! I know your mouth always craves to make love to me, baby. But never in here. So," he said, taking off his glasses and resting them on his medical journal together with the pen in his hand, looking at her as she slightly trapped her lip between her teeth to hold back a smile "So, either you're really here to give me a blowjob, interesting offering of course, but then I'd need to put you under a neurological examination or, Cuddy, you're here to ask me to take Rachel to her dancing class." He said giving her a half scowl "So, again, my answer is 'no way'! No way you can put me into that bundle of proud mothers and goofy kids!"
She sighed, shaking her head slightly and looking down at her own hands, then looking up at him again.
"You just have to take her there, sit there on a chair for 40 minutes staring at her 20-year-old teacher's ass, and then take her home"
"Anything else?" He asked with the same tone a waiter taking ordination would have had, still staring at her.
She closed her eyes, sighting again and then running a hand on her forehead before looking at him again.
"Then, since I'm late, you two can stop somewhere, take an hamburger or whatever you want"
"That means I'm supposed to give your daughter a bath and help her getting into her pajamas, not to mention telling her a bedtime story?"
Cuddy sighed again, letting one arm fall along her side.
"She can do that by herself" she said looking at the inscrutable look in his blue eyes "Getting into her pajamas I mean... well, not the bath part of course" she pointed out looking at him "and... you tell her a bedtime story almost every night, House!"
He stared at her for a moment, then letting out a laugh.
"And... how will your mouth skills fit in this plan if you work late and come home dead tired?" He asked raising an eyebrow.
"You just stay awake" She answered in a flat tone as her eyes glared at him.
He stared at her for a moment, then letting out a laugh.
"So Cuddy... you're allowing me to stare for 40 minutes at another woman's ass, feeding your daughter with hamburger and grease sauce and fries and God knows whatever else, not to mention treating me with oral sex after an extenuating day at work, just to get me convinced about taking Rachel to a dancing class?"
He stared at her as she held his gaze.
"I'm not treating you with oral sex, House" she said in a firm and now clearly irritated tone.
"Right!" He replied "Actually I'm the one treating you with oral sex now" He said looking at her with a very mischievous look.
She just stared at him, apparently unperturbed by that, despite for how her jaw lightly clenched.
"Never mind" She said, shaking her head and raising an hand, cutting off that conversation, now visibly pissed off. She gave him another quick glare and swallowed, then turning to leave.
House couldn't help but laugh again. His laugh sounded in the silent room as he stood up and took her arm, drawing her closer to himself.
"How long have you known me for, Cuddy? " He said, pulling her closer and wrapping her waist with both hands "How many times did I refuse a free unhealthy dinner?" He said looking into her eyes.
She opened her mouth to reply but he spoke first.
"I'm gonna take her there, we're gonna eat whatever mama usually doesn't allow her to and we're gonna watch creepy pirate cartoon before sleeping, another thing mama doesn't usually allow her to. She's gonna fall in love with me, you know that, don' t you?" He said, teasing her and looking at her as her features softened and the hint of a smile curled the corners of her beautiful lips. The things he could do just for those lips!
"She already did" she replied, catching him off guard.
He looked at her and tightened his grip on her waist.
"Yeah, I have this effect on Cuddy girls" he said smiling, then looking into her eyes for a few seconds "Then, looking at a gorgeous ass is still part of our deal?" He said staring at her as she held his gaze.
"I can't keep you from that, House" She replied glaring at him, but meeting his smile.
"Actually you can," he said, moving his hands on her ass and drawing her even closer to himself "since I was talking about yours"
She couldn't help but smile as he found her lips.
"Good move" she said, smiling on his lips "But my answer about your treat is still 'no way', House!" She said paying him back with his own words.
He bit her lips, then sucking on it.
"Who told you I was talking about the skillof your mouth, Cuddy?" He said in a mischievous tone as his hands found her buttocks, squeezing them a little, before his mouth found hers again.
"Oh, Rachel's father, right? It's so nice to meet you! I'm Jeanna, Rachel's teacher" She said quickly reaching for his hand before he could see that hand coming. He stood motionless for a moment, opening his lips to reply, but closing them a second later, just automatically taking her hand and shaking it.
She gestured him to sit down on one of the chairs of the waiting room and just walked away holding Rachel's hand.
He looked at the swinging of her long ponytail against her bare back and then down at the wiggle of her hips, wrapped just in black tights. And a slightly smile appeared on his lips. Yeah, nice butt! Maybe a little too skinny for his tastes! Not that he was gonna share that with his girlfriend, anyway!
He looked at the only free seat. Between a fat woman on her seventies and what looked like the 50-year-old sister of Barbie. Just with more silicone that Barbie in itself! He couldn't help but laugh to himself. He really couldn't stand women that couldn't stand aging. And that was one of the thing he loved about Cuddy. The thin lines at the corner of her eyes didn't make her less beautiful, and even if she often complained about those aging signs she wasn't at all the kind of woman who would desire turning into a plastic mask with extra lips and cheekbones. Had none told that woman she looked like a blow-up doll?
And he was not the kind of man who used to insult a blow-up doll!
He reluctantly sat down between them, stretching his right leg in front of himself and meeting Barbie's eyes just for a second, but enough for her eyes to scan him... and... er... what? Undress him?
"They're so cute. Which one is yours?" She asked him after a minute, watching the children as they do their exercises.
He didn't turn to look at her, just stopping the slight tapping of his cane against the linoleum floor and looking at his own hand on the grip.
"The one nonchalantly cleaning her hand in her pink tutu" he said in an ironic and half-disgusted tone looking at Rachel as she cleaned her running nose with the palm of her hand, then rubbing that same hand on her tutu.
He looked again at Rachel as she met his gaze, then running toward him.
"Running nose" she said stopping in front of him with a jump and a ear-to-ear smile as House rolled his eyes, taking a tissue from his pocket.
"C'mon" he just said looking at her as she closed her eyes and blew with all the air in her lungs.
House held back a smile, watching as she blew in that tissue like on a hundred candles. Air exiting from her mouth in a loud sound.
"From your nose, Rach. Not your mouth" he said as he couldn't help but laugh, looking at her as she closed her eyes again, blowing with all the air in her lungs "and possibly not turning blue" he said rolling his eyes again as she smiled at him and then ran away, half running and half jumping toward her teacher.
"She's so cute!" Barbie said catching his attention again as he replied just with a hhmm...
"My husband never took Brianna to her dancing class" she said, again with a flirtatious look. "Your wife is a lucky woman" she added, obviously pushing the subject and trying to peak into his life.
He just glance at her again, letting out another hhmm, then focusing his attention back on his cane.
"Girlfriend" she said again.
This time he turned his head to look at her, giving her a piercing look and holding back a smile. So predictable! She was obviously flirting with him. And the little brain she had was smart enough to focus on what she was interested in. She was obviously trying to get if he was divorced or something like that.
"What?" He asked as if he didn't get it.
She nodded toward his left hand.
"No ring. So, girlfriend, not wife"
He looked at his own hand and then again at her.
"She owns my balls anyway" he replied in his own way.
Rachel ran toward them again, stopping in front of them with a jump. This time he almost thanked her for whatever she needed now. Everything but stopping that woman from that conversation.
"Pee" she said smiling.
Well... not everything!
He rolled her eyes at her.
"You peed not even half an hour ago" he said in an exasperated tone "What? Have you got diabetes?"
She looked at him with a questioning look and just shrugged.
"Can't wait until... after?" he tried again gesturing with his hand.
"Pee" she repeated smiling from ear to ear, shaking her head.
He snorted and glared at the woman next to him, still interested in his conversation with the little girl, then looking at Rachel again and standing up.
She reached for his hand as they walked toward the toilets.
Why? She didn't need to hold his hand! There was no way she could get lost in there!
He looked down at her again. An almost three-years old holding his hand, jumping and walking (or walking and jumping) beside him. He wasn't going to admit it... but he liked her. A little. Yeah, maybe... just a little.
"Here" she almost shouted in a happy tone as soon as they found the restroom.
Why she was always so happy? Why everything made her so enthusiastic?
"Wait" he said, looking at the sign on the door. "I can't get in there. See? Women." He said pointing at the female figure on the door.
"I'm a woman" she said looking at him.
"You're at most a quarter of a woman." He said looking down at her "And I'm a man" He added then pointing with his cane to the left door. A male figure on it.
She looked at him with a questioning look as he took her hand pulling her through that door. He stopped on the door as soon as he walked through it looking at the guy standing in front of that urinal, anyway to focused on peeing into it for noticing them.
Shit!
He pulled her out of there just a moment before he turned toward them zipping his zipper, but not soon enough for preventing Rachel from almost shouting a 'whoa'.
"Whoa!" She repeated "How can he do that?" She asked looking up at him as he pulled her in the women's restroom.
"May I pee like him too?" She asked with shining eyes.
He just look down at her with a serious look.
"No you can't"
She pouted at him.
"I want to pee like him"
He rolled his eyes at her.
"You can't. You're a girl. He's a boy"
"So can you?" She asked, her eyes brightening because of that finding, as he just nodded.
"Whoa!" She just said again, looking at him as she had just found out the most wonderful thing in the world.
"C'mon" He said opening the door for her, trying to change the subject, feeling a bit uncomfortable as a woman exited one of the bathroom door, looking at him.
Rachel looked at the toilet bowl and then again at him.
"Mommy holds me" she said, looking hesitantly at him.
Of course. Mommy holds her, he thought looking at that toilet and then at her. She was so small compared to that bowl that even if she would have succeed on climbing on it, she would have probably fell into it.
So? What was he supposed to do? Holding her, bending over on that toilet? Not a comfortable position at all. Not with his cane. Not in a room so full of bacteria that he couldn't even lean on the wall for support.
He looked at her as she looked expectantly at him.
Shit! And he haven't all that Cuddy's stuff... all that sanitizer wipes of hers! Was he really suppose to sit the kid on that bowl? Cuddy was gonna kill him. Because... yeah, it was just because Cuddy was gonna kill him, not because he didn't want her to get an infectious, right?
"Pee" she repeated, this time biting on her lower lip and jumping up and down.
Not a good sign!
He looked around, then again at that toilet bowl and again around.
"Can you keep a secret?" He asked her with a smirk as she nodded and he nodded in turn.
He looked around before lifting her and sitting her on the sink, holding her with one arm.
"Our secret, Kiddo. We don't want to be caught, right?"
She smiled more looking at him and nodding, clinging to him.
"I have to ask your mother an extra" he said checking the belt of her car seat and then getting in the car, sighing.
"Yeah! Extra! Me too" She happily said from behind him clapping her hands as he looked up, watching her through the rear mirror "Extra chocolate milkshake! And extra ice cream!" She said smiling from ear to ear.
"And extra stomachache" he added, then stopping in the parking lot in front of the fast food.
He looked at her as she looked around. Her eyes shining and sparkling so much that his heart almost ache.
What did that feeling come from? She was a pain in the ass. She cried for stupid things. She caught on herself the attention of her mother even in the most inopportune moments. Wait... was is talking about her or about himself? He laughed to himself at that thought.
"C'mon kiddo" he said looking down at her.
He looked at her as she looked up, mesmerized in the view of the unhealthy but colored food in the pictures above the counter. He suddenly lifted her in his arms as soon as a fat young man pushed her by side, hurrying to reach the counter to order his food and making her almost lose her balance. He glared at him, settling her better as he held her with just one arm.
"If the human genre is lucky his cholesterol will prevent him from reproduction" he said, looking at Rachel and at the funny look in her eyes. She wasn't perturbed at all by the fact of having almost been crushed by a fat asshole, she was too happy of being there and...
He froze as her little arms clung around his neck and her little head found the crook of his neck... and a strange quiver ran from his neck to his belly at that realization.
...she was too happy of being there... in his arms.
They ordered their food, then sitting down in one of the empty tables. He looked at her as she sat down on the bench...practically disappearing under the table. And he couldn't help but laugh. How was it that he had never realized she was so little she can't reach the table either? She didn't get perturbed by that. She just knelt on the bench earning a few inches, then resting her elbows on the table with a satisfied look and smile.
Shit!
She was cute. Pain in the ass. And cute like hell.
...even more with her face covered in greasy sauce. Face and hands. He looked at her as she tried to clean her mouth with her hand... smashing sauce even more on her face... and he couldn't help but rolling his eyes, then shaking his head and laughing again.
"Here" he said reaching for her and wiping her face with a napkin "But don't you dare to touch me with those hands" he said pointing at her hands with a disgusted gaze.
She just watched them in turn, then putting every finger in her mouth, leaking and sucking it clean. Well... clean... but covered in slobber.
He ran a hand on his forehead and then all over his face, but again he couldn't help but smile. It was disgusting... and at the same time she was damned funny!
Bath... and pajamas. He mentally checked those two last items from the list in his mind. He could do it. Bath done. Pajamas done. He just had to put that little girl to bed ,then waiting for the big girl to come home. He had a few ideas in mind. One of that was about feeding her, leaking and sucking her clean, getting her a bath... and putting her to bed definitely with no pajamas. He smiled mischievously to himself at that thought before a muffled sound caught his attention.
Right...pajamas! It looked like it was a harder venture than planned.
He looked at Rachel. Well... at that bundle of pink clothes in which somewhere was Rachel.
"Try not to choke with your shirt" he said freeing her from her shirt as her ruffled head popped up from the shirt neckline.
"C'mon. Bedtime"
"Nope" she said staring at him.
"I said bedtime, Rach" He said looking again at the funny expression on her face.
"No, you said cartoons and then beddy-bye" she said again.
He stared at her.
"For sure I never said 'bebby-bye'" he pointed out still staring at her.
"But you said cartoons" She pointed out in turn, this time standing up and running toward the living room without waiting for him.
He rolled his eyes as he followed her on the couch.
And Cuddy found them like that. Both asleep on the couch. A pink bundle wedged between the couch back and House's body. His arm around her, his hand on her arm as her face was buried somewhere against his chest. The only part of Rachel she could clearly see was her tiny hand on his chest.
That view was enough to erase the tiredness of that long day. And love was all she felt watching them. She just didn't know who of them she loved most. She kissed his lips as she reached for her daughter, lifting her and carrying her to bed.
"Bedtime" she whispered on his lips, brushing them lightly.
"Just if you're gonna be naked in it" he replied wrapping her body with one arm and pulling her on top of him, then looking for her tongue.
"So? Did you get to manage her? Or did she drive you crazy?"
He laughed, biting her bottom lip then sucking on it.
"She's a Cuddy. I always can manage Cuddy girls" he answered looking into her eyes with a mischievous look "and they always drove me crazy" he added, staring at her as she smiled before finding her tongue again.