Dim-Witted
Author:
Scuddyrific
Rating: NC-17 or M
Pairing: House/Cuddy
Genre:
Smut
Summary: A what if he didn't leave after the ass grabbing
3x15 Dim-Wit
"House, I'm sooo sorry…" she said.
"Forgot I was dying, huh?" he retorted. He felt awful lying to Cuddy he hated to think she was only giving him pity because she thought he was dying.
"I'm here if you need me" she said so kindly.
"I need you!" he said as he took a step closer, and she reached and laced her arms around his neck. She had to stand on her tippy toes to reach him fully and she rested her chin on his shoulder. He then wrapped his arms low around her until he cupped her bottom, which surprised her, sort of, and she smiled but did not pull away.
"One small feel for man, one giant ass for mankind" he retorted in a way only House could.
"Thanks" she said in her usual tone designed only for House "Good Luck in Boston…" she continued and then left him to let himself out as she walked toward her bedroom. She could hear him starting to follow her instead and she called out "Call the Make a Wish Foundation!" He smirked and turned back toward the front door as she proceeded to return to bed.
Cuddy did not know it yet, but House had a different plan, a plan to stay, one night, one try, he thought to himself as he walked over to the front door and opened and shut it. She would think he had gone, but he would stand and wait until he heard her pad off to the bathroom or something, he had to wait until she made some noise so that he could walk into her room unnoticed. Suddenly he heard his chance, she was in the bathroom with the faucet running in the sink, so he started towards the bedroom quickly, for him, and to the edge of the bed and sat down with his chin resting on his cane.
Cuddy looked at her reflection in the mirror as she toweled off the warm water from her face. He had left her wide awake, and she had hoped the warm water would soothe her back to at least wanting to sleep, but the butterflies in her stomach proved otherwise, he had gotten to her, Again! Why did he always get to her, it's like he was in her head, her evil, naughty conscience she thought as she walked back into her room "Oh House, why do I let you into my thoughts the way I do" she said aloud into what she had thought was an empty, dark room.
"I don't know Lise, why do you?" he said and she almost jumped out of her skin! She flicked on the light and there he sat on the corner of her bed.
"House, what the…." she started and he cut her off by standing up and taking her in his arms, she didn't pull away, not even a little. Her mouth even parted like she knew what he had planned, so he dropping his mouth to hers. Her lips were soft, slick, open he thought as he slid his tongue along hers, and she let out a quick little moan against his mouth. He ran his fingers through her hair, holding her closer to him, pressing her warm body against his. She never squirmed to get loose, she didn't pushed him away, she had actually pulled him closer, her arms were around him under his coat, and it felt so right.
He reached between them and in one movement he opened up her robe and snaked his one arm around her slim waist and with the other he cupped her bare breast. Actually she was completely bare, she had nothing on but that robe when she came to the door that night even though he knew she knew it was him at the door. That was a huge turn on to him at that moment and he felt his dick get so hard he thought he might lose himself right then and there.
Cuddy's head was reeling at this point, his lips so soft, his grip so tight, and suddenly his dick pressed against her stomach, and it was soooo hard! She did not want to stop, not at all, but she pulled away from the kiss. "House, do you need me?" She said almost teasingly.
At this point he couldn't even muster up any words, "Li.. Lisa… I need to tell you something." He panted. He knew this was probably going to stop everything, this was going to warrant him being kicked out on his butt, never to have this chance again. He could not lose this, he didn't want to, it might be his only chance with her, and all he wanted was her! She would hate him, or punish him and they would never get a chance at this again………Shit!
"What is it?" her tone sounded worrisome and that's what did it.
"No Lise, it's not bad" he lied in a comforting tone, yes Greg House used a comforting tone, it was even strange to hear himself sounding so sweet. She'd know he was lying he thought, but she honestly looked relieved by his tone. I had to lie. "I just want you to know.. I've wanted this, for a long time, nothing else should matter." He lied, sort of, he knew he was going to regret this, but he would have much more regretted never doing this with her, missing the chance.
He pressed his mouth to hers, their mouths on fire with passion.
