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A/N: Second Huddy story. I like getting reviews, but who doesn't? I hope you all like it! 3
Lisa Cuddy took a small moment for herself- something she hadn't had a chance to do since the planning for this stupid fundraiser had started.
Her assistants were usually better versed in large event planning. After all, why should the Dean of Medicine herself have to be bothered with planning things like this? Unfortunately, Melissa had obviously fudged that part of her application. As the event drew nearer over the last few weeks, Lisa's daily responsibilities were getting interrupted more frequently by the frazzled girl. Needless to say, she had essentially organized the whole thing herself. And the poor girl submitted her two weeks notice two weeks ago.
Now, Lisa was in the staff bathroom next to the hospital lobby, where the formal party was being held. Dinner had already been served, and she managed to slip away as dessert was on its way to her table. She had endured the fundraiser thus far with a happy face, although she really just wanted to scream at and punch all the greasy men who waggled their eyebrows at her, and tried to subtly play grab-ass as they threw money at the hospital.
She looked at herself in the mirror and checked her hair and makeup, nodding as she saw that she actually looked quite nice. She was wearing a silky deep green dress. Apart from the countless sparkly gems that decorated the straps lying on her shoulders, the dress itself was quite simple. It dipped fairly low in front, and hugged her curves tightly until it stopped a little past her middle thigh. Her strappy stilettos finished the look.
Lisa couldn't help but laugh a little as she thought about the different kinds of men outside. She hated to sounds so conceited, but she knew there were a fair few out there with their eyes set on the door, waiting for her return.
There were, without a doubt, the old and rich ones, looking to impress her. They shamelessly touched her ass from time to time, rationalizing it by thinking about the exorbitant amount of their own money they were giving away.
There were the younger men who have made nothing of their lives, but instead have just coasted along on mommy and daddy's money. They also touched her ass whenever they could, although they usually tried to make it look accidental, as if she was stupid. They thought they could impress her by cutting checks from their parents' accounts.
Then there was Gregory House, who would never write a check to the hospital, but who touched her ass whenever he wanted to anyway.
He drove her crazy.
Lisa tried psyching herself up to go back to the party, but when her mind drifted to how sexy House was looking out there in his surprisingly impeccable tuxedo, she instead chose to make her way up to her office, or more specifically, the balcony that was attached to her office for some fresh air. The board members were all at the party, and so was Wilson. They'd cover for her, and if anyone asked, she'd just feign a headache.
She took her time winding through the quiet hallways. She was sure the E.R. was full, but the other wings were fairly calm tonight.
She wasn't surprised when her train of thought found its way back to the annoying and incredibly frustrating diagnostician downstairs. In fact, she had been noticing lately that she was having trouble keeping him off her mind at all.
The last few months had been torturous, to say the least. Every single day, Lisa found herself changing her mind about him. Just when she thought she would hate him forever and that he could never be the kind of man she wanted, he would surprise her with something so touching, or so adorable, or just with an act of semi-kindness, and she would wonder for awhile what it would be like to be with him. Then, she'd stop wondering as soon as he became an asshole again, which usually didn't take long.
But, God, he was sexy, she thought as she reached her office, and then the balcony.
She reached out to the wrap-around rail and shifted her weight so she was leaning on it. She closed her eyes and breathed in the fresh air as she thought back to the night he kissed her, a few months ago. Despite the fact that she was emotionally grieving the loss of a child she never had, he had been everything she needed. The kiss was like the ones they shared in college and so much more. It was hot and heavy, and she was left wanting more as she watched his frame exit her home.
Lisa would be lying if she said she didn't still want more.
She could still remember the urgency between them. The way he grabbed at her, the way his lips moved over hers, the way his tongue battled hers, and the way their teeth clashed slightly as they tried feverishly to get closer. She remembered how he had somehow completely taken her breath away, and how she didn't care about the lack of oxygen. She was only concerned with feeling as much of him as she possibly could.
It had ended all too soon. Looking back, she could admit to herself that she would have given him all of her that night, had he not put a stop to their game. True, she was thankful that he hadn't taken advantage of her emotionally vulnerable state. But a larger and more frank part of her really just wanted to fuck his brains out.
