A/N: Just another drabble. I have a French test in an hour so I thought I would cheer myself up by posting this little nugget. If at all possible, it's even shorter than the last. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy!
"I have twenty minutes until my next board meeting," said Cuddy, locking the door behind her as she simultaneously began to unbutton her blouse.
He opened his mouth to respond, but her lips were on his before he got the chance. He moaned into her mouth, pushing her towards her desk as his hands roamed all over her body. Her hands tore through his hair and her knees buckled as she collided with the hard, wooden surface.
He moved between her legs as his hands fumbled with the zipper to her skin-tight pencil skirt. He cursed when it wouldn't budge.
"What's wrong?" she asked through ragged breaths, her hands running down his already wrinkled blue shirt.
"Your clothes are too tight. The zipper is stuck."
Cuddy rolled her eyes and leaned backwards, arching her back slightly as she lifted herself up. She pushed her skirt up above her thighs, exposing the lace trimmed stocking she had put on that morning.
House's eyes widened and he moved closer to her, spreading her legs as he ran his hand over the lacy material.
"On second thought, zippers are overrated," he whispered, his hand moving from her thigh to the small of her back.
She smirked, watching as him lower himself to the ground as she wrapped her ankles around his neck.
Update: I'm still working on my next multi-chapter fic, but it's coming along nicely. I'm also in the process of (attempting) to lose weight and becoming a brunette. Who knew? Anyway, those two little tidbits of information are irrelevant to my fic-writing abilities. Happy Monday!
-Alison