11 September 2005

THE CLINIC

House had been so lost in his video game that he hadn't heard the exam room door open or close, nor had he heard the lock being turned. What did catch his attention was the sound of a pair of heels coming toward him slowly. He looked up to see Dr. Cuddy walking toward him. He must be in trouble for something, but he couldn't imagine what it was.

"Dr. House." She came straight toward him and removed the Game Boy from his hands.

"I was right in the middle of level three." House protested.

Cuddy looked at the screen, did something with the controls, and House heard the sounds of defeat. "There, now you're not." She'd deliberately killed his man. This was war.

House stood up. "Give that back." He reached out for his GameBoy, but she pulled it out of his reach.

"You have two choices here, House." She paused for effect and gave him a scrutinizing look. "You can either play with your little video game," she held out the GameBoy and saw him move toward it. "Or you can play with me." She put the GameBoy on the table and waiting for him to make his choice.

House smiled broadly. He wasn't in trouble after all. "This is a tough one." He looked from her to the GameBoy. "On the one hand, I was just about to break the 10,000 point mark." She slipped off her lab coat and it fell to the floor. "On the other hand, I'd get to see your boobies." His eyes widened and drifted down to where she was unbuttoning her top button. "I would get to see your boobies, right?" He had to know the facts before making such an important decision.

"You show me what you have, I'll show you what I have." She was halfway done with her blouse buttons.

House had never moved so fast in his life. He jumped off the table, landing on one leg, the good one, and quickly undid his pants. He shimmied a little to help them down to the floor.

"Nice." Cuddy smiled approvingly at his tighty whities.

"Now you." House leaned against the bed and crossed his arms, ready for the show.

She took a moment to look at him. He looked so cute in his tee shirt and wrinkled button up, unbuttoned as always, his pale legs poking out under the hem of the shirt. The tee fell just above his rather impressive package, which bulged against the white cotton of his Fruit of the Looms.

"I'm waiting." House tapped his cane impatiently, then lifted the end of her skirt with it.

"Patience House." She slipped the blouse off her shoulders slowly.

"I hate patients." He turned his cane around, and slid the head up her skirt.

Cuddy rolled her eyes. "Fine, why don't you just rip my clothes off right now." She was unbuttoning the back of her skirt.

"Could I?" He perked up.

"NO!" She slid the skirt off before he could get any ideas. She was standing before him in beautifully matched set of lacy rose colored lingerie. House smiled approvingly.

"get over here." House adeptly hooked the handle of his cane into the front of her panties and pulled her to him. It wasn't hard, she seemed more than willing to make the journey.

She pulled off his shirt and he removed his tee. He, too, was now in his skivvies. "Oh, we are going to be in so much trouble if someone walks in now." House grabbed her waist and pulled her between his now open legs.

"I locked the door." She felt her heart skip a beat.

"Brains," he looked her up and down slowly, "and beauty. That's my kind of woman."

"Shut up and kiss me." She put her hand behind his head and pulled him toward her. Their lips met. She closed her eyes. She wanted to focus all her senses on the feeling of his tongue dancing inside her mouth.

House shifted his weight onto his good leg, using his cane as a counter balance. He slid his hand tightly around Cuddy's waist. She could change her mind at any moment, and he wasn't about to let her get away easily.

Cuddy finally broke free from his kiss, and moved her lips to his neck, where she gently kissed him until his whole body seemed to melt. He leaned back against the bed, his eyes closed, his head tilted back.

"I hate to rush things," Cuddy said between neck kisses, "but I have a board meeting in twenty minutes, and I'm going to need time to freshen up." She tilted her head and bit her lip. He loved it when she did that.

"Oh, you and your administrative needs." In one grand movement, House twisted himself around, and brought Cuddy with him so that she was now backed up against the bed.

"Ooh." Cuddy was impressed. She felt a rush of excitement flow through her body. "So virile."

"You ain't seen nothing yet." House pressed his lips hard against hers. She felt his hand slide up her back and unclasp her bra. She felt the bra slip off her chest and fall between her and House.

He picked it up and looked at it. "I will never understand the bra. Those beauties," he was looking at her breasts now, "should never be locked up." He tossed the bra over his shoulder, bend down and kissed her breast.

Cuddy couldn't stop herself from laughing, something House thoroughly enjoyed, as it caused 'those beauties' to jiggle up and down.

His mouth trailed down her bosom until he took her nipple in it. He bit a little too hard, and she shuddered against him. He kind of liked it, so he tried it again. "Ouch. Stop that."

"You should get those pierced." She wiggled his eyebrows at her. It was the funniest thing she'd ever seen. She laughed, tossing her head back, so he took the opportunity to kiss her neck. She let out a groan of pleasure. "Oh, House."

His hand slipped down over her breast and across her flat stomach. It stopped at the top of her panties. He paused there for a moment before letting his little finger slide beneath the lacy material. He could feel the soft curls. Her body wriggled as he teased her with his fingers.

She could feel him getting hard against her thigh. The heat of it was driving her mad. She put her hands inside his knickers and slide them down to his knees. She looked down appraisingly. "Not bad." She moved her eyes back up to his. She wanted to see the look in his face.

"Not bad? Are you kidding me?" He pulled her panties down quickly. He'd show her 'not bad'. He separated her legs with his own. Then felt her hand gently reach around his penis. She pulled him into her. They kissed, frantic, wild, passionate kisses. Their heads twisted and turned back and forth in a heated rush.

House still had one hand on his cane, but he was mostly using her for support now. Her back was pushed against the high bed, and the bed moved slightly with each thrust, but they didn't seem to notice. His free hand was pushing the small of her back, moving her whole body toward his rhythmically.

House was usually very good at controlling himself when he wanted to, but not a single bone in his body wanted to control him now. He could feel the end coming quicker. The blood was rushing through his body causing heat to permeate from his skin. Cuddy's skin now tasted of sweat. His mouth was exploring every inch of her.

Cuddy felt House growing tenser. She knew he was close. She wasn't, and she wasn't about to let him get off without her. "Slow down there sailor." She managed to push him away. She took him by the hand, and led him to a nearby chair.

"You can't stop now." House looked heartbroken.

"Who said anything about stopping?" She pushed him down into the chair. He looked up at her, a big smile on his face. He ran a hand up her thigh to her soft, round ass. She was biting her lip now. He pulled her ass toward him, knowing the rest of her would follow.

She put one leg through the slat in the side of the chair. Her eyes never leaving his. She saw him smile. She put her hands on his shoulders for support as the other leg slipped through the other side of the chair. She was now stratled on top of him. "Now, where were we?"

"No where near as good as this." House smiled broadly as he slipped himself back inside her. In her new position, Cuddy was able to adjust herself on top of him. She groaned as he hit the spot. Yes, this was much better.

House came first, but it was only a matter of seconds before Cuddy joined in. She collapsed into his arms, resting her head on his shoulder. His hands still had enough energy to run along her sweat bathed body. "We really should do this again some time."

Her head popped up. "Time? Oh, shit, what time is it?" She looked up at the clock. "My meeting is in 10 minutes." She pulled herself off of him, and tried to get to her feet. House pulled her back down and kissed her. She kissed him for a minute, then pushed away again. "I'm serious, House. I've got to go." She climbed off him again, and started gathering her clothes.

House leaned back in the chair. His legs where stretched out before him, his naked body glistening under the florescent lights. He had a very satisfied look on his face.

Cuddy put her clothes on quickly and smoothed out her hair. She turned to look at House. He had never looked more gorgeous. She walked over and bent down to kiss him. He caught her arm and pulled her down into his lap.

"House," she said when he finally took his tongue out of her mouth. "You're messing up my clothes." Now she was going to be very conscience of her clothing smelling like him all through the meeting. Great.

"I'll let you go if you agree to do this again." He smiled at her. It was a disarming smile.

"When do you have clinic duty again?"

"Tomorrow, noon." He kissed her neck. It really did taste uncommonly good.

"See you then." She pulled herself off him, again. With one last peck on the cheek, she headed for the door. "Are you going to get dressed before your next patient comes in?"

"You're going to make me see a patient after that?" She would have to pay for that.

"You have 10 minutes. You'd better get your underwear out from under the bed." She smiled, turned and vanished through the door. House watched her leave. That was one hell of a woman. For the first time ever he was actually looking forward to clinic duty the next day.

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