Cuddy opened her door, not bothering to check who was there. She didn't want to answer, but she knew he would just find a way in regardless. As she opened the door, she found that the man on her doorstep was exactly who she expected. The look in his eyes, however, wasn't. He didn't say anything, just stood there staring at her intently.
Cuddy fidgeted nervously under his gaze. It wasn't like her to show his affect on her, but she was tired and it had been a long week. He was studying her and she wasn't sure why. Cuddy was used to his questions and came to expect them, but the fact that she had no idea what his thoughts were frightened her.
"You're ovulating," he said, firmly. It wasn't a question; she knew. She nodded anyway, no longer meeting his gaze. He didn't say anything. He didn't move. He just stood there, watching her. The wheels in his head were spinning; House braced himself to make that final choice that would push them both over the erotic abyss.
She could feel his eyes boring into her and couldn't help, but to look back into them. The intensity of his cool blare stare goes right through her, leaving her trembling slightly. Silently she prayed he wouldn't notice, but of course, he did. He always noticed everything.
House stood on her front stoop studying her. He saw the way her face had lost its normal glow, leaving her looking tired and stressed. He saw the circles under her eyes. He noticed an overall frailness, that wasn't usually there, leaving her paler and slightly thinner. He also noticed the almost see through white cotton nightgown that she had on. He saw the way she crossed one ankle behind the opposite leg. He watched as she became even more nervous and vulnerable under his gaze. It did nothing but turn him on.
House had thought so many times about just taking her. Especially at work, where she thought she was safe. She always got that smug look on her face when she thought she had won. He grinned, thinking about wiping that very look off her face and making her beg, about breaking her until she knew who was really in charge.
She could feel the blush, spreading across her cheeks. Despite her discomfort, she couldn't look away. Her pride wouldn't let her. She knew he was looking for weaknesses. "House?" she questioned, not sure what she was even asking.
He took a step towards her, forcing her to back up. Shutting the door behind himself, he locked it. The sound of the lock echoed in her ears and she unconsciously gulped. She had never been this nervous in his presence before, but she also noted that she wasn't afraid of him. She was afraid of what he might do, but not of him.
Pulling her body against his, he caught her lips. He ran his tongue across the plump flesh, trying to enter. When she denied him access, he growled and sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. Nibbling on it, he added just enough pressure to make her flinch. She pushed her hands against his chest, but he was holding her too close. One strong hand was behind her shoulder, the other one tangled in her hair on the back of her neck.
She struggled against him again, breathing hard. He pulled on her hair, just hard enough that her head arched back. He stared into her eyes, his gaze penetrating her very soul. "You really think you're going to fight me off Lisa?" There was a hunger in his voice that went straight to her groin.
Bending his head down, he began to start biting her neck, marking her. She whimpered close to his ear. "House stop, please, you don't want to do this." She could feel her body beginning to respond his touch, but her resolve would not allow her to give in.
He laughed, as he spun them around, successfully pinning her against her own front door. His hands grasped her wrists and held them together high above her head. "Oh I'm pretty sure I do," he said, seductively. He rubbed his hips against hers, letting her feel his obvious arousal. He nipped his way along her jaw towards her ear, whispering hotly, "I'm pretty sure you want this, too."
"You're insane!" she hissed, venomously. She tried to struggle out of his grasp, to no avail. He switched her wrists over to just one hand and moved his free hand down to her chin to study her.
"Tell me Doctor Cuddy, what is the differential for: dilated pupils, flushed cheeks, rapid pulse, and shortness of breath?" His hand brushed against each piece of evidence as he spoke. Eyes, cheeks, throat, and lips, each reacted to his touch.
"Adrenaline jackass," she said, saucily. She knew this game. They played it every day. All she had to do was out talk him and he would leave her alone.
"Hard nipples?" he asked, this time only letting his eyes linger. He could see the panic in her every move and he smiled. She was his.
"It's cold in here, I was in bed." She was stumbling for the words now. She couldn't help notice how good his hands felt on her. Why was she fighting him still?
"How about the fact that I can smell your arousal from here?" He arched an eyebrow at her. His free hand held onto her hip tightly, running his thumb along her ribs.
"Wishful thinking," she said, trying to sound bitter. She knew if she let her guard down, he would do nothing but mock her. While her body was screaming that it would be worth it, her brain was in overdrive, panicking at the thought of giving in.
"You're cute when you're lying," he said affectionately. His lust may have been ruling his actions and emotions, but he did have genuine feelings for her. He rubbed the side of her face softly, trying to urge her down from her panicked high.
"I'm not one of your whores House. You can't just show up and expect to have your way with me. Just go home and we can forget this ever happened."
His hand moved to the top of her thighs and played with the edge of her nightie. She closed her eyes knowing that once he found her wetness, there was no turning back for either of them. She couldn't deny his affect on her, when the physical proof was so damming. "Please House," she begged, desperation coating her voice.
He smirked, as his hand snaked under the thin material and between her legs. As he brushed his fingers against her moist curls, he could feel the slickness coating her thighs.
When the reality of the situation hit her, she let out a sob and dropped her head to his shoulder. Her whole body trembled, both from fear and need. A part of her was glad of his firm grasp on her; she might not be able to stand otherwise.
"God Lisa, you're not just wet you're dripping." At the sound of his voice, she leaned her head back against the wall, eyes closed. He brought his fingers up to her lips.
"Why is this so hard for you?" He asked sincerely. She met his eyes, looking scared and lost. He wasn't used to seeing her so exposed. It almost stopped him. "Just give me one night Lisa; I'm not going to force you."
She took a ragged breath, leaning forward and sucking her own juices off his fingertips.
"Good girl," he murmured, softly pulling her into his arms. She nodded against his chest. "I'm only going to ask you this once," he said, seriously. Pulling her face up with both his hands, he asked, "Do you want a safe word?"
She instantly shook her head no. "I trust you Greg." Leaning down, he kissed her softly. Taking one of her wrists in his hand, he led her down the hall to her own bedroom.