Here we go. Hi everyone!

Some of you might already know me, and already know that English isn't my mother tongue. I apologize for the mistakes you're likely to find in this text (and I would really appreciate if you could let me know where they are and how to correct them).

Anyway, the idea of this one-shot popped into my mind while watching a documentary on NHK World (Yeah, that's really weird. I've got no idea why! lol), two weeks ago. It took me a while to polish it, and to finally decide to publish it. As you saw in the summary, it contains some smutty Huddy action. That's okay. The only thing is that it is slightly, hum, BDSM. Just a tiny little bit. I tried to keep it soft. I really hope you'll enjoy it anyway? And that you won't forget to let me know if you do. (Even if you don't, please leave something. Criticism is highly appreciated! ;))
There might be a sequel. If you really really like it. But it might take some time. Sorry! Homework, and classes, and all that... You know...

About the settings of this story... It takes place in early season seven, back then when Cuddy was still there and in love with House. *sheds a tear* But if you want it to take place in an other season, no problem, as long as they're dating. The story does not contain any spoilers.

If any of you might want to know, my current story will be updated next week. :)

Oh, and I do not own House, MD. Which is a great shame.


Breaktime - I


He grabs her waist roughly as she passes by the men's room's door, and pushes her in. It was worth stalking her for ten minutes, he says to himself as he thinks with delight of what is coming up next.

"House, what are you doing?" she gasps, caught off-guard as he leads her to the sinks.

"Nothing, just checking," he answers, whirling her around so that she faces the mirror. She attempts to flee when she understands his move, as he lies a hand on her back and tries to push her forward.

"House, no! Not here!" Cuddy protests. He seizes her hips and urges her back to the washbasins. "Anyone could just walk in, and..."

After leaving his cane against the wall, he pushes harshly onto her back, causing her to gasp in surprise, so that her torso lies on the counter with her ass up in the air. His hand on the side of her head, her flushed cheek pressed on the cool surface, he whispers in her ear, "Now you be a good girl and do as I say, or there'll be a punishment. Understood?"

Her breath is caught in her throat. "Yes..." He casts her a threatening look, to which she responds immediately, "Yes, sir."

It is wrong, so wrong. And yet it is oddly, incredibly hot and appealing. It all started a dozen days ago from a joke about bondage. The domination role play turned into a real game, quickly leaking from their intimate sphere. She surrenders to him, and he controls her. Although she does have rules, which he respects, her submission is as willing as it is complete. He knows she enjoys this as much as he does. It is all based on their mutual, infinite trust, and results in many and various ways. He dictates her what to wear in the morning, when and where she has to meet him for a morning or an afternoon delight, whether it comes in the middle of one of these meetings with the board of hers or not. He is the one who gets to decide, and he is always amazed to see that she manages to escape from her responsibilities in order to join him, every time. Nonetheless, sometimes, just like now, he likes to catch her by surprise. This is part of the game. He owns her, therefore he does not have to let her know every time he'd like to do some naughty things with her. He loves how she acts at first, being her astonished Doctor Lisa Cuddy, but the best part is when she offers herself to him again and allows him to possess her.

Because he wants to protect her, and her job, he always chooses to lead her into an empty and quiet place, or at least a room that has a lock on its door. Her or his office, the janitor closet, this kind of places. Besides, sometimes, he even wonders if she deliberately comes up to his office for no reason, hoping he will fuck her. It never works, obviously. He, and only he, gets to decide when he takes her.

That, of course, is just a break in their 'normal' lives. Sometimes, they cannot fight the urge to merely make love.

However, they have never done it in a public place before. He wants to take things up to a new level and, moreover, to test her trust. How far is she ready to go with him?

"Good," he comments, patting her head gently as she surrenders. He pulls up her skirt, smirks at the sight of a slight bulge in her red thong. Red. Scarlet. Crimson. Cherry. A colour he has always loved to see her wear. A colour he chooses every day to be her panties. "Glad you've kept it on," he says, pushing her underwear aside to reveal the flared end of a bright pink butt plug shoved into her ass. "Exactly what I wanted to see."

He already knew she had kept it on, anyway. He has been watching her walk around funny all morning, trying to ease the discomfort from having a toy in such a private place. Not only does he decide what she will be wearing, he also chooses whether she will be carrying accessories or not, although he tries to be kind about that. For example, today, he let her pick her shoes. She chose flat ones – well, not exactly flat, but flatter than the stilettos she is used to – to ease her walking. She is not sure she would have made it with high heels. Even standing up is tedious. She feels so awkward, and horny at the same time! She wants him, and he is not always around to take care of it. She is in heaven and in hell at the same time, pushed to the edge at every one of her moves, but never beyond to the point of no-return. She does not think she has had one single straight thought of all morning. Removing the plug, or touching herself has crossed her mind several times, but he had promised he would be very disappointed and punish her if she did one of these things. She submissively accepted it.

"Thank you sir," she whispers, hoping no one will hear them. The room seems empty, however anyone could walk in and find the boss in a very compromising situation. And yet, here she is, bent over a counter with her pencil skirt pulled up to her waist, and a plug buried deep in her ass, devoted to her master. The worst part is, in spite of all this, she actually enjoys herself. The morning has seemed endless. Eventually, he is there to give her what she craves. Whatever the settings are, she wants him to take her right there.

She forgets about the situation they're in when he grabs the base of the plug, slowly bouncing it. She responds immediately with a rock of her hips, and a small whimper mixing unease and growing pleasure.

"'You like that?" he asks, even though he already knows the answer. Her body does not lie.

"Yes sir," she replies obediently.

"Good. Then you'll be keeping it." He pulls the toy out, sees her stepping back wantonly to get it back. He turns on the tap and washes the dildo before wiping it with a paper tissue. Her eyes widen in anguish, fearing that he might replace it into her without any lube. "Spread them wider," he orders, patting her ass.

"No, please, I'm not..."

"I said, spread them!" he yells, spanking her. She does so reluctantly, as wide as she can. Unexpectedly, he slides the toy in between the wet lips of her sex, moistening it with her juices. She moans. The tip of the plug rubs against her clit, as he draws it back and forth. He watches her entrance opening wider, trying to welcome the toy in as it brushes past it. With a smirk, he pulls it back once it is soaked with her fluids. She groans with frustration and, suddenly, he rams it back fully into her ass, tearing a scream from her mouth as her sensitive walls stretch out.

"God," she cries out loudly. She presses her hand to her lips, waiting for the door to burst open, frightened to death. Nothing happens. No one heard her.

"Careful here, Doctor Cuddy," he quips. "We wouldn't want to get caught, would we?" She shakes her head no, cringing with embarrassment and feeling her cheeks burning. He stares at her with a loving, proud look in his cerulean eyes, mixed with a shining silver veil of lust. His hand slides underneath her blouse and caresses gently the small of her back, reassuring her. Sometimes, during one of these breaks, he touches her incredibly softly, compared to what he used her to, and she learned to enjoy these unexpected caresses. She purrs, exhales slowly. She is ready.

"You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you right now," he rasps, unbuckling his belt. "Just knowing that you will keep this toy inside your tight ass all day, thinking of me at every single move, makes me so hard." So as to prove his point, he presses his now bare, rock-hard dick to her butt cheek. "I can't wait to take your ass tonight, like I promised you this morning."

She moans with anticipation. He does not wait for her to beg as he usually does, grabs her waist tightly and roughly slams into her. Cuddy bites her lips not to scream, as his cock fills her entirely and rubs against the plug nestled in her butt. He keeps on thrusting, pounding her mercilessly. Her body is bounced against the counter, as his hips collide against her pelvis over and over again. She is sure she'll get bruised, and sitting down will feel even more awkward than now with that plug. He hears with delight her erotic, muffled sounds, which grow louder and louder as she begins to fail controlling herself. It is too much sensations, being fucked and dominated by House with a large toy filling her ass.

"Please," she begs in a sough. "I can't..." She stops speaking as a groan goes past her lips.

"You gotta ask for it, Cuddy," he says casually, as if her tight inner walls were not squeezing his cock. She envies his self-control.

"Make me..." She does not finish her sentence immediately, as he slides out of her and plunges back into her as deep as he can all of a sudden, in a smooth and rapid move, causing her to cry out. She is sure he did it on purpose. If she looked into the mirror, she would see his smirk. And her role is to not disappoint him so, in spite of the fast rhythm he is imposing her again, she manages to utter, "Hush me."

House grabs a handful of her raven curls and yanks it backwards, pressing his other hand on her mouth. "Now watch yourself as I fuck you," he orders. She obeys without thinking about it, glancing at her reflection in the mirror.

Some locks of hair are sticking to her brow soaked with sweat, her face is flushed, her make-up is running down on her cheeks from her eyes in dark trails. She looks thoroughly fucked. Standing behind her, he seems feral, powerful, claiming her as his. She is like hypnotized by their mirror image, realizing he is staring at her face. A twinge of arousal jolts in her lower-belly as their eyes meet. Passion, defy, rage, desire, lust, and love. She looks like a mess, a hot mess, and she is so beautiful to him. They love looking each other in the eye at this particular moment, when they are ready to abandon themselves to this raw, carnal bond between them. She loves him so much right now.

"This is so wrong Cuddy. Getting fucked by your employee in your hospital for anyone to see," he rasps. "What if someone saw you? What would they say? That the boss is a naughty, submissive little slut?"

She moans against his palm, and he is quite sure he can discern a protesting groan. Letting go of her hair, he wraps his arm around her collarbone, bends over and presses his chest to her back. "Shht, don't worry," he whispers in her ear as he keeps pounding her, never breaking eye-contact. "I'll never let anyone witness that. You're mine Lisa Cuddy." Punctuating each word with a powerful pelvic stab, he adds, "And I love you so much." He kisses her nape, bites slightly the skin of her neck and sucks where his teeth would have marked it – no hickeys is part of the few rules she has. She moans with pleasure, kisses his palm. He pulls back, grabbing her hair again as leverage.

He watches pleasure distorting her features as her walls clamp down around him in spasms. She squeezes her eyes shut, the feeling of being double-stuffed more overwhelming than ever. Focusing as much as she can on her arms, she makes sure they do not collapse. He is aware that without his hand, the whole hospital would know they were screwing. She seems to have lost all control, undeniably submitting herself to him, and to the pleasure he is giving her. He picks up speed, as much as it is physically possible, his moves condensing in one undulating, powerful force. The toy in her ass rubs against his dick through her velvet walls, reminding him that he owns her. His possessiveness turns obsessive, his hand gripping her hair slides to her waist and grips it even tighter, thus telling her wordlessly she is his and no one else's. A few more thrusts later, he cums first, clenching his teeth to keep silent and shooting a load of semen in her womb, and then pulls back and lets go of her.

She turns around with astonishment, seeing him zip himself back into his pants. "Oh, come on!" he says. "You weren't expecting to cum, were you?" She just stares at him, breathless, then remembers he forbid her to and drops her head submissively. She does want to cum, she needs it, but if he refuses her to, she shall not disappoint him. From time to time, she tends to forget she is there for his pleasure, and not the other way around. Defeated, she straightens up and begins to pull down her skirt, frustrated tears soaking her eyes. He can be really mean, sometimes. He has already deprived her of a simultaneous orgasm with him before, but never did he leave her with no release. A tiny bit of hope surges back into her when she sees him leaning his back onto the door. "Finish yourself off," House orders. "You deserved it. No one will come in."

"Thank you sir," she whispers gratefully, sitting on the counter.

"You better make it a good show."

She nods and spreads her legs, revealing a bare, drenched pussy, her thong still pulled aside. Her hands run over her body, quickly caressing her breasts through her clothes, before impatiently sliding down to her crotch. Two of her fingers circle her clit, while her other hand takes care of her sheath. She thrusts three fingers inside of herself, throwing her head backwards with a moan. She feels his stare piercing through her, and it is just a massive turn-on. She should feel shy, ashamed maybe, but the way he observes her pleasuring herself makes her feel flattered. Their eyes lock as she looks up at him. A shiver runs down her spine. She wants him to enjoy the show as much as she does. Pulling her digits out of herself, she brings them to her lips and greedily licks his semen off of them.

"That's right," he comments. "Lick all my cum off."

She does so, before putting them back into her and resuming her inner caresses. Her moans get louder as she pumps faster and flicks her bundle of nerves. Her fingers rub against the plug, arousing the nerves in her ass. She was left so sensitive after their mating that she knows she will not last long before reaching climax.

"Please sir," she whispers. "Can I..."

"Cum," he orders before she finishes her sentence. "Cum for me, Lisa." Hearing her moaning desperately, he knows as well she is seconds away from falling off the edge.

Her orgasm suddenly washes over her a few pumps later, and she only has time to bite her lips in order to keep from screaming. She straightens up, her muscles tensing with orgasmic energy, and then collapses and lies limb on the counter, completely spent. He waits for her to catch her breath and regain composure. Their fluids are still dripping down her thighs, as she uses her hands as leverage and tries to stand up. She barely manages to, catches a glimpse of her face in the mirror. "Oh, God," she whines. "I look like crap." She hurries to wash her hands and splashes water over her face, erasing the remaining of their mating. He just stands there, peering at her. She would do amazing things for him, and he feels incredibly proud, and grateful. He is so in love with her at this moment.

Cuddy grabs a paper towel and carefully wipes her drenched underwear and the insides of her thighs before throwing it away, and pulling her thong and skirt back into place.

"How do I look?" she asks, turning around to him.

"Beautiful," he answers merely. Yes, that is what she is. Beautiful. He takes a step towards her, wraps an arm around her waist and drops a delicate kiss to her lips. She purrs with pleasure, cranes her neck to kiss him deeply, passionately. Breaktime's over. They remain embraced for a while, enjoying the post-bliss peace, her head pressed on his chest and his strong arms draped around her shoulders and waist. They kiss a few more times, with a hunger they only have for each other.

"Let's get out of here," he says after pecking her lips one more time, grabbing his cane and her hand to lead her outside. They take a deep breath before pushing the door open.

"I do not want you to rummage through the toilets' waterworks ever again, House!" she yells as they step outside, letting go of his hand. As expected, they catch quite everyone's attention, walking out of the men's room together. "Do I make myself clear?"

"Why, Dr Cuddy," he argues, alibiing out as well. "You don't think it's hilarious to get splashed when you flush the toilets?"

"Just get back to work, or I assign you to clinic duty until the next century!"

"Right," he grumbles, limping away towards his office. He quickly turns around to catch a glimpse of her walking slightly uneasily, causing him to smirk. Once she has stepped into the elevator, their glances meet, he winks, and she replies with an erubescent smile as the doors slide close.