Chapter One
House sat in his office finishing his report. His mind had been wandering all day, returning to Cuddy's office. But he wouldn't admit that to anyone. He couldn't seem to get her perfect ass out of his mind.
Cuddy had blown him away with her request to help her with the injections. There were hundreds of doctors and nurses in the hospital who could have just as easily done it for her, but she had asked him. House had debated that for practical reasons she couldn't ask anyone else. News spread faster than wildfire through the hospital and this was something that Cuddy, the Dean of Medicine, didn't want to scream from the rafters.
House didn't want to discourage his thoughts with the semantics of the situation. He shook his head and returned to fantasizing about Cuddy's soft, yet supple, ass. He could thank whomever for the fact that she would most likely be wearing skirts for awhile, easier access for him when he had to give her the shots.
House couldn't help but chuckle to himself. Easier access for something else. He had only gained a glimpse of her thong but it seemed to fit every characteristic that he had believed her thong would. Small, lacy and black.
Leaning back from him desk House realized that attempting to do any kind of work was futile. He closed his eyes and imaged Cuddy leaning over her desk, her skirt pulled up, ass in the air, and her face turned around asking him too…
House was startled from his thoughts by the sound of the door opening. He jumped forward in his chair, sitting upright, appearing to be reviewing the file before him.
Cuddy entered his office with an awkwardness, which House attributed to her unusual vulnerable position early in the day. He looked at her with expectant eyes as she fidgeted before his desk. Her change in attitude intrigued him and he found himself with a strong desire to know what she had come to say to him.
Cuddy appeared to be stalling. As if she was too scared to let him in on her secret she stood before him waiting for the courage to spill what she so obviously wanted to tell House.
Before House knew what was happening her back was to him and she was leaving his office. She wanted to thank him for the injection? What was that? House could hardly believe it. He was left with a statement which they both knew was already acknowledged in an unspoken agreement between the two. He questioned her but realized that he wouldn't press it any more. This was neither the time, nor the place, to ask such personal questions.
Cuddy left his office and House returned to his thoughts of Cuddy's ass. He was disgruntled find himself swaying away from the perfect specimen that Cuddy had presented him with and instead was trying to decipher what it was that Cuddy wanted to tell him.
House cursed her in his mind. How dare she interrupt a perfectly good fantasy by throwing emotions in to the mix.
House didn't try to fool himself. He was fully aware of his feelings for his boss. Although he liked to keep himself distracted from those thoughts. The feelings had been there since the first time he'd meet her. It seemed like it was lifetimes ago and House didn't like to reminisce about a past that he could not change or fix. They were different people now, grown up and jaded, but somehow the feelings still remained.
Wilson would say that his fear of a relationship was fear of commitment or fear of giving someone power over him. But neither of those excuses rang true for Cuddy. When it came to other women, Stacy, Cameron or anyone else who was dumb enough to throw themselves in his path, he could care less. He didn't care for commitment and he did give them the opportunity of have any power of him.
When it came to Cuddy that was a completely different story. He had hurt her once before and he had never forgiven himself. It seemed that she no longer remembered. That it did not bother her anymore. Cuddy was able to be professional and move on, so House had simple followed her lead. But House could not forget. That's why he kept the constant bantering and bickering between them. He did not want to find himself back in the same place, with the ability to hurt her again.
Not that he thought that Cuddy would let him walk all over her again. He realized that she was older, and wiser, and would not give him that opportunity, but sometimes he saw her resolve falter. House could recognize that familiar look in her eyes. Not playful, or flirting, but almost sentimental. He noticed it when she had come into his office, all fidgety and scared. And that scared him more than he'd like to admit.
Her insecurity intrigued him, but the look in her eyes shot fear down his spine. He decided that he wasn't getting enough work done and instead made his move to leave. Packing up his desk he internally debated what he should do with the rest of his night. Part of his brain was tugging him towards stopping by Cuddy's on the way home. But after the events of the day he knew that it was probably not the best idea.
