Alright so I've been thinking about doing this for a while now and just recently decided to give it a try. Each chapter is going to be a drabble of smut, going through the entire alphabet. Some chapters will be longer than others, but all will include Huddy sex.
Reviews are very much appreciated.
So without further ado…
Angry
House heard her coming the instant she stepped off the elevator; the loud, sharp clicks of her high heels hitting the floor with every maddened step she took. And oh boy was Cuddy mad.
Cuddy briskly strode into House's office, practically slamming the door behind her. "Are you out of your damn mind?" House looked up at her, calmly, leaning back in his desk chair. He knew what she was pissed about and had been expecting her arrival. "You ordered for everyone on the floor to be given a MRI and a CT Scan. What in the world convinced you to do this?"
House simply picked up his phone, pressed a few buttons and put in on speaker phone. Cuddy paused, not knowing what he was up to. Suddenly a robotic like voice could be heard, indicating he had called his voicemail.
"House what are you…" Cuddy paused once again as House held up his hand to stop her.
One message. Tuesday May 21st at 9:23pm.
"…expect me to say Wilson?" Cuddy's voice came out through the phone, eliciting a gasp from Cuddy.
"The truth. He deserves to know the truth." Cuddy went to talk once again, but the look in House's eyes as he stared at her stopped her in her track for the 3rd time.
"I don't know if I can give him the truth."
"What is the truth Cuddy?"
"I love him…"
With that House snapped his phone closed, cutting off the rest of the conversation. He knew that Cuddy had not meant for him to hear that conversation and that she must have accidentally dialed him while her phone was in her bag, but he needed to know that she meant what she told Wilson. He needed to hear her say it in person.
"House I…" Cuddy started to say, but then cut herself off. She didn't really know what to say in this situation.
"Did you mean it?" House asked quietly. Never one for talking about emotions, House didn't know how to approach this. Although he knew he needed to hear her say it, he wouldn't admit to himself that it was because he loved her too. The whole concept of love when it involved himself seemed so foreign.
"I don't know." Cuddy spoke quietly back.
House's gaze snapped up to hers and his eyes narrowed. Standing up, he limped around to the front of the desk, where she stood facing him. "What do you mean you don't know?" His voice had suddenly taken an edge to it and it startled Cuddy.
"I just… it was late and I had a few drinks… I didn't know what I was saying." Cuddy babbled, knowing each word was a lie.
"No." House shook his head, stepping closer to her. His leg was protesting, having left his cane behind his desk, but right now he couldn't care less. Cuddy was not about to brush this off as a drunken lie. "I don't believe you."
"Fine then don't. But, it's the truth." Cuddy defended herself, failing to notice that with each advance he took towards her, she took a step backward.
"I said no." House growled at her. Cuddy gasped as she suddenly felt the glass wall of his office at her back.
"House that's enough. I have work to do…" Cuddy went to turn and leave, but his hands shot out and pushed her hips against the wall. Cuddy's eyes went wide as she scanned the hallways to make sure no one could see them. "This is inappropriate let me go!" Cuddy hissed at House, pushing her palms against his chest.
Her heart was beating rapidly and the closeness of his body was making her stomach do flips.
Letting go of her hips, House grabbed her hands, pressing them against the wall, one to each side of her head. Leaning forward, House whispered hotly in her ear. "What's inappropriate is you confessing your love for me to Wilson and then denying it." Cuddy tried to intervene and say that she didn't love him, but House pressed tighter against her. "What's even more inappropriate is you coming in here, day after day, wearing these sinful outfits and flaunting your delicious body around in front of me. Teasing me."
Cuddy squirmed, not wanting to hear anymore. She was his boss for God's sake. He should not have her pushed against his office wall in the middle of the day for anyone to see. No scratch that, he should never have her in this position no matter where or when. "House stop this."
"No Cuddy you stop this." House demanded. "Tell me to stop. Tell me you don't want this. That I don't make that lithe body of yours hot. That even though your brain is yelling at you to stop because of all the protocols and rules, you want this. Your body is yearning for this." House stepped once again closer, every inch of his body pressed to hers, trapping her to the wall. Nipping her bottom ear lobe once he whispered sinfully, "Tell me you don't love me."
He didn't wait for her answer and reaching for the cord, snapped the blinds closed in his office, and slamming his lips on hers. Letting her hands fall, he grabbed her waist possessively, crushing her against him as his lips devoured hers. Cuddy tried to deny it, tried to deny him, but the moment his tongue slipped into her mouth she knew she couldn't anymore.
Lips, tongue, and teeth met again and again as they broke for air, before kissing each other ravenously again. Grabbing the edge of her shirt, he pushed it up and off of her, neither of them seeing where it landed. Breaking from the kiss, his eyes scanned lower, taking in her gorgeous chest, clad only in a deep red bra.
"Now let us see if you still match your panties to your bra." House smirked, grabbing the zipper of her skirt. The instant it was loose it fell to her feet and House grinned wickedly. Cuddy held still as his gaze blazed a path over her body.
Now dressed in her bra, panties, and heels Cuddy looked up at his face. She gasped as she realized he was staring back. Suddenly, realization dawned on Cuddy. She was standing practically naked, in House's office, in the middle of the day, where anyone could walk in, about to have sex with the man she had tried to deny her love for, for over 20 years. House recognized the panic look on her face and instantly crushed his lips back to hers.
Cuddy groaned, wanting to fight him, but his lips felt so good on hers and he tasted so damn good. She was helpless not to fight back.
"Tell me." House demanded once again as his lips scorched their way down her neck. Nipping and sucking at every pulse point and curve he could reach. Cuddy whimpered, her hands clenching at her side. She still was trying to fight him and that pissed House off to no end.
Grabbing her panties he tore them from her body. Before she could process the action he spread her legs slightly and gliding two fingers over her folds. "Oh." Cuddy moaned softly, her head falling back against the wall.
"Tell me Cuddy. Tell me this doesn't feel good. Lie to me and tell me that your not fucking soaked by what I'm doing to you. That you weren't turned on the instant you walked into my office. That the thought of what I'm going to do to you doesn't turn you on and make you horny as hell." With every word spoke his fingers continued to dance across her folds, never penetrating or touching where she most needed, but keeping her on edge. "Fuck Lisa tell me you don't love me and I'll leave you alone for good."
Cuddy's eyes shot to his at the use of her first name. Searching his eyes she saw lust, rage, and… was that love? Instantly she knew she was done for and couldn't lie. She could never lie around him, not since the first day she met him all those years ago in college.
Hands shooting out around his neck, she matched his gaze with equal determination. "I love you House. I love you so fucking much and I don't care anymore. I'm sick of running and of playing this game. Fuck me House, cause I'm yours from now on."
With her confession House felt a sudden pride swell up inside of him. Lisa Cuddy, Dean of Medicine, the woman of his dreams just told him that she was his for the rest of their lives. Gregory House was not a man of happiness, but damn him if he wasn't happy now.
His lips slammed to hers once again, before pushing her leg up around his waist. Cuddy moaned as she felt his cock against her entrance. She hadn't noticed that he had pushed his jeans and boxers down and off, but was extremely aware of his hard shaft ready to pound her.
"Tell me again."
"I love you House."
"I love you too Cuddy."
With those words House slid fully inside of her, both moaning in complete ecstasy. Every thrust in and out, hard and fast, both clinging to each other.
Feeling her tight, slick walls clenching around his cock House knew this wasn't going to last long. Years of foreplay leading up to this.
His hand shooting down House stroked her clit, watching as she came unraveled. Her mouth open, head back, and eyes closed, Cuddy came moaning his name into his office.
House came watching her, her tight walls milking him of everything he had.
Both panting hard, they slid down the wall, Cuddy resting on his good leg. Her heels had fallen off somewhere during their romp and Cuddy now pushed them out of the way. Reaching onto his bookcase in the corner, Cuddy handed him his vicodin, knowing his leg must be in agony.
House dry swallowed two before his arms wrapped around her waist. Looking up at her he didn't know what to say. Cuddy just smiled back knowingly.
"I do love you." House said after a moment. "I may be messed up, but I'm going to try and make this work if you'll let me."
Cuddy cupped his face and kissed him softly. "Like I said House. I'm yours from now on wither you like it or not. I love you."
House kissed her again deeply. "I'm yours too."
Both smiled at one another. House would near admit it, but he was happy with her. For the first time in his miserable life he was happy and he was going to make this relationship work if it killed him.
"House! House! Open the door we have a case!"
Both Cuddy and House looked at each other before smirking.
Reviews are very much appreciated. Also if you have any ideas for the letter B let me hear them! :) Thanks again for reading.
-Rachael-
