Thirteen watched as Cuddy sauntered across the room, in the most enticing way. Her hips swayed gracefully, as she slid through the throngs of people. It hadn't been the first time that evening that she had caught herself admiring the most talked about ass at the fundraiser. There was just something about her that drew Thirteen in. It was far too dangerous to act on, but there was nothing wrong with enjoying the moment.
Moving closer to the route Cuddy was sure to take, she intended to bump into her as much as possible. The lustrous fabric that clung to Cuddy's curves was calling to Thirteen like the fabled Siren's: promises of pleasure and the certainty of trouble. A moment too late, Thirteen saw the drink spill and the ice slide across the floor. Moving hastily she tried to get to Cuddy in time.
Cuddy took three more steps and her feet slid atop the liquid, leaving her toppling forward. Bearing herself for the fall, she stretched her hands out in front of her. Ironically, as she fell, the thought that flashed across her mind was a brief hope that House wasn't looking.
When there was no impact, Cuddy realized someone had their arms wrapped tightly around her waist. Straightening Cuddy felt herself completely pressed against her savior. Smirking at the hardness she felt pushing against her ass, she could tell they had been more than happy to help. Turning, she started to thank him.
"Dr. Hadley," She said, more than a little surprised. She could feel her cheeks flushing, as she tried to hide her reaction. It was one thing to slip and fall, but to do it in front of the people she worked with on a daily basis, was a bit mortifying. Her embarrassment quickly made her forget about the anomaly she had discovered.
"Are you okay? Feel fine? Nothing out of place?" Thirteen asked, with a playful smirk on her lips. Her hands lingered on Cuddy's waist, enjoying the fire under her fingertips: smooth silk pressed against the succulent flesh beneath.
"I...uh...I'm fine," Cuddy stammered. "Thank you. You really saved my ass." As Thirteen's words sunk in, Cuddy began to realize that what she had assumed was pressing against her ass before, was impossible. Her curiosity was piqued. A sly smirk crossed her features, as she arched an eyebrow at Thirteen.
"You're welcome. I'm just glad I could help. Enjoy your night Dr. Cuddy." With a confident smile, one of almost amusement, she moved back into the crowd. Thirteen was gone before Cuddy could stop her. Moving around the party, she visited with the rest of her guests. As much as she tried to stay busy, she couldn't help but think of the way Thirteen had felt pressed against her.
Thirteen had just lifted her glass for a drink, when she saw Cuddy out of the corner of her eye. Wiping her hands nervously on her pants legs, she prepared herself for what was to come. She had been playing with fire all night and now it would either fizzle out or explode.
Cuddy couldn't help but stare at the younger woman. She was by no means lacking in sexual experience, but women were something she had never really been interested in. However, the talk of the younger doctor's bisexuality had intrigued her right away. Making her way to the bar next to Thirteen, she smiled at the younger woman.
"That was by far a more graceful approach than earlier," Thirteen said, smiling gently, "Very beautiful." She started to offer Cuddy her seat, but the older doctor stopped her. It was obvious that she was nervous, but it was clearly fused with excitement
Cuddy blushed at the compliment. Taking Thirteen's drink out of her hands, she downed it. Leaning closer she whispered breathily, "If you'd really like to help me, be in my office in ten minutes." Without giving her a chance to respond, Cuddy walked away. She intentionally added an extra sway to her hips, hoping she hadn't misread Thirteen's interest.
Under her breath Thirteen responded, "Oh Remy, what have you gotten yourself into?" She ordered another drink, and sipped on it not wanting to get to Cuddy's office too soon. The prospects of actually having the older woman, had her in a heightened state of arousal. She rolled her neck remembering how close they had been. She had to stifle a small moan, as the remembered the way Cuddy had smelled. The scent that was purely Cuddy, had invaded senses.
Cuddy paced her office fearfully. She hadn't turned around to see Thirteen's reaction and had no concept of what to expect. She was beginning to feel like a fool waiting there. Deciding to head back to the party, she hoped things wouldn't be too awkward with the younger woman.
Thirteen opened the office door to find Cuddy walking straight towards her. "Dr. Cuddy," she said, letting her name linger, "How may I service you?"
Cuddy laughed relieved and pulled Thirteen inside her office. Grinning like a fool, she said, "I didn't thank you were going to come." She licked her lips apprehensively, letting her eyes roam shyly over the younger woman's form.
"Well you technically are my boss, so I aim to please," she said, with a devilish grin. She brushed a hand against Cuddy's cheek, tucking back a stray curl.
Thirteen's obvious teasing gave Cuddy a new sense of confidence. Grabbing the girl's lapels, she pulled Thirteen to her. Pressing her lips to the younger doctor's, she could feel her arousal skyrocket. Their lips melding together was nothing like any of her previous experiences. Thirteen's lips were soft and moist, warm and very very giving.
Thirteen allowed herself to lean into Cuddy's kiss, feeling her own body warming; she let out a low throaty moan. Her hands slid down to wrap around Cuddy's waist and pulled the older doctor to her gently. Her hands roamed over Cuddy's naked back, the dress cut low enough to expose an ample amount of flesh.
Cuddy's hands made their way to Thirteen's jaw, cupping the girl's face in her hands. She shuddered as she felt Thirteen's hands wrap around her waist and explore her back. Every touch just felt so right. It was the perfect mixture of lust and passion. She was wanted, but it was obviously more emotional than she was used to. She whimpered as she felt Thirteen's tongue brush against her lips.
Thirteen pulled her boss against her, so that her center was pressed against Cuddy's thigh. If they were going to do this, Cuddy needed to know what was in store. She was more than willing to compromise, but hoped she wouldn't have to.
Cuddy gasped, as her earlier suspicions were confirmed. She moved her hand towards the bulge in Thirteen's pants, but hesitated. She met Thirteen's eyes nervously. She hated admitting to fear, but somehow here like this, with Thirteen, it didn't feel like such a weakness. She didn't have to be the strong one.
Thirteen reached for Cuddy's hands and shoved it between her legs. "Is that what you need, Dr. Cuddy?" she huskily whispered in her ear. Dropping her head to kiss Cuddy's neck tenderly, she waited for her response.
Cuddy met Thirteen's gaze with hunger in her eyes. "I've never," she trailed off, apprehensively. Pulling away, she walked to her desk. Standing behind it always seemed to boost her courage. She hoped that tonight it would have the same effect. "How different is it?" she asked, ashamed of her own ignorance.
Feeling a little cocky, Thirteen leaned across Cuddy's desk and murmured, "The difference is I can fuck you until you're more than satisfied." Trying to burn the words into Cuddy's subconscious with her eyes, Thirteen's eyes watched her with a smoldering gaze.