Title: In This Bright Future
A/N: Long time writer, reader and enthusiast, but first time poster. f there any mistakes and they bother you, I apologize. Rated T for now, it will change.
Disclaimer: Just a fan.
Chapter 1
House and Cuddy lay in House's bed as the early morning light started to shine through House's windows. House was snuggled into Cuddy's back, enjoying getting a full nights sleep for once after the long stressful day they both shared. Cuddy however was beginning stir. After lying awake for close to ten minutes, she turned around to face House. She stared at his slightly bruised scruffy face for a second, debating whether to wake him up. Ultimately she became restless. "House I'm nervous" she whispered, trying to test if he was pretending to be asleep.
House slowly came out his comatose state and was surprised to find her staring right into his eyes with their noses almost touching. Groggily he answered, "What why Cuddy, go back to sleep."
As if to prove his point, he pulled her close and snuggled his head into her neck enjoying the sweet smell. Taking advantage, he started passionately kissing her neck. "House, I'm serious," she groaned out, struggling to put two coherent thoughts together.
He removed his mouth from her neck and returned his face to stare into her eyes. "I am too Cuddy, your ruining my post coital bliss."
Smirking, Cuddy reached her free arm around and smacked him on his non-injured shoulder. House jerked backward and rested his head on the pillow on the opposite side of the bed, facing her. "Okay fine, I'm up for good now. Happy? Why are you nervous?"
She stared him, debating whether or not to tell him. "Everyone's going to think I'm a slut," she almost whispered.
He held back his laugh and instead said, "Everyone already thinks that" and waited for her reaction.
She bolted upright, while doing so let the sheet that was wrapped around her fall to her waist, exposing her bare chest. House loved her a little more since she just let it lay there, not seeming to care she was nearly naked in front of him. His daydreams of what was still covered were interrupted when Cuddy shrieked, "House!"
He mimicked her high-pitched yelp, "Cuddy!"
She started to pout, which was one his favorite looks on her. "No one thinks I'm a slut."
He grabbed her hand and placed it in his, trying to see how it felt. "That's not the word on the street, you with your 25 year old man-child boyfriend slash fiancé, along with your young impressionable daughter and all the while pining over the brooding brilliant diagnostician. The nurses talk Lisa."
"Don't call me that. And what nurses call me a slut?"
"What Lisa or slut, and all of them. Can you blame them, look at you."?
She wasn't sure if that was a compliment, but by the way he was leering at her chest she took it as one. Slightly distracted with his round lips she said, "Lisa, it's weird, I'm not used to it. Don't expect me to call you Greg yet."
"Okay slut it is, why don't you just relax, things will be fine. I know a few good things to keep your mind of it until tomorrow morning."
"Don't call me that either and you don't know that things will be okay."
"Why do you care so much Cuddy?"
He had given up on nicknames, he was sure Cuddy would always be his name for her and House suited him just fine, as long as sometimes she substituted it with God.
"Because" she struggled out with a groan and collapsing into his side "I don't know House, I just don't want to make this hard on everything."
"That 's not what you were saying a few hours ago and what the hell are you talking about."
"I should have never come over here"
"Liar"
"I know."
She was lying, they both knew it without her saying it. Finally being together almost seemed easy, not awkward as she worried changing their dynamic so suddenly would be.
House tried to shake her from the thoughts that were circling in her head, "Do I embarrass you?"
She reluctantly took the bait. "No, I just don't wait people to think I've gone clinically insane."
"According to the rumors its too late for that sweetheart."
He snuck a kiss in before she could stop him and reluctantly pushed away before his tongue started to do that thing, when she knew there'd be no turning back.
"The board looks for reasons to start problems with me, with you usually being the hot topic. What are they going to say when they find out I'm sleeping with you?"
"Half of them already think that. And I've tried to tell the other half. Now relax and go back to sleep for a few more hours before I try to make out with you some more. Soon enough it will be tomorrow and we'll just be together, the rumors will go ramped once everyone finds out your not getting married and we'll go from there."
"You're being very good about this."
"Therapy, babe, therapy"
She was put off and backed out his arms slightly, "Ohh…"
He pulled her back. "Don't do that Cuddy. The fact that I am therapy is not your fault. I went in for you, so I could be better, for you."
That was the first time she heard him admit that he tried to change for her, despite Wilson constantly telling him. "I didn't.." she started to say but was hushed by his lips again.
She was ready for his tongue to do that thing but was deprived the chance when he pulled away. She was enjoying the sensation of his lips still on hers when he spoke again, "Yes I hallucinated us having sex, then embarrassed you. That was then. I got help. You went and slutted it up for awhile. And now look at us. But let me tell you the real thing, so much better, that thing you do with your…" he pretended to drift off into remembering.
"House."
He didn't answer, he just smiled and enjoyed the moment of silence as he watched her eyes glisten.
"Are you going to cry?"
"No I'm just thinking."
"Do I want to know?"
"I love you House."
"Yes I distinctively remember you telling me that then explaining how you wish you didn't.. Wait maybe that was another hallucination" he said as he nuzzled his face into her hair, that smelled slightly citrusy, despite her being exposed to rubble for close to six hours, then his bed for another six.
"House, stop."
"What? I'm still an ass. I hope you know that's not going to change."
"I know."
He was skeptical, "And you're okay with that?"
"I guess I have to be."
"Want to make out?"
"As my girlfriend you must honor and obey my every whim."
"I'm your girlfriend, not your wife."
"And thank god for that" he declared a little too dramatically.
"You'd love for me to be your wife."
"You just lost one fiancé, lets date for awhile, geez Cuddy."
He was surprised when she grabbed him and kissed him slowly until she felt his tongue begging for entrance into her own mouth. They stayed entangled kissing until they both struggled to breathe.
"Seriously, how are we going to handle tomorrow House" she blurted out.
He smiled. He was used to her being like this, and was less annoyed as he thought he'd be. "Like we handle every other day. You'll micromanage, sit in your office trying to woo money out of old rich donors, strut around with your boobs out, I'll pretend not to stare at you, and at the same time pretending to work. Then I'll get a case and solve it like the genius I am, while constantly barging in your office asking to run unnecessary tests, and you'll pretend to be bothered. But instead of me going home alone and drinking myself to sleep, and you going up to the asshole and Rachel – we'll go home together."
"House, please stop mentioning him. I told you how sorry I was."
"I said all that nice junk and all you mention is him."
"House" she said in her administrator voice, which only turned him on.
"Fine fine. No more L word, well maybe one or two L words. I do really like to say lick, and luscious and lower. And you do know all that voice does is turn me on."
She breezed right over his avoidance of the L word while wondering what new voice she could use that he'd take her serious in the hospital.
"I did enjoy your comical representation of work, minus the negative way you portray my duties as dean of medicine."
"I quite like you being the boss, I know I act like an asshole about it but I've had 50 years of practice being an ass, it's hard to start a new routine even if you and your womanly ways are going to try and make me change."
She was happy he was trying. "Try to be less of an ass, at least around Rachel."
"Yea, your spawn."
"Yes, House I have a child. I know that makes you uncomfortable."
"Not uncomfortable, just nervous. I didn't exactly have great role models, but I'll try for you Cuddy."
She was beaming and decided to reward his efforts, "Want to make out now?"
"Yes please."
House lurched at Cuddy and flipped her underneath him. He slowly worked his way down her chest, enjoying her lack of clothing and the silkiness of his sheets. He began placing slow kisses along her ribcage, enjoying the goose bumps that broke out from the sensation. She felt her hand working its way under the sheet. Just as she began to work her way down his midsection as her tongue worked inside his ear he heard the shrill tone of his phone ringing on the nightstand. He rolled off her reluctantly and muttered, "Who the hell is calling me at" looks at clock "8 am. I hope you don't plan on working today since you're late."
"No, and the babysitters at my house."
"My little planner."
House continued his way down her body reaching the mound right above the lower parts that the sheet covered when the phone blared again. House removed his mouth from her body and groaned into her skin, "Call back later I'm busy pleasuring my woman."
Cuddy smiled at the term, "my woman" but was getting frustrated herself, "You may want to answer it or they'll just keep calling."
House rolled her underneath him and picked up the phone, keeping her locked in his gazes and close to him in all of the preferred areas. "What?"
He heard a familiar tone on the other line, "House! Are you okay?"
"I was."
"Huh?"
"Wilson, I'm fine. I won't be into work today however."
"I'm at your door" as he knocked to prove his point.
"Why are you here!"
Cuddy wiggled underneath him, which only further put their anatomy together, which caused a stirring in House that Cuddy started to grind into. For a second, they both forgot Wilson was on the phone and on the other side of the door as they enjoyed the sensation the silk barrier between them was making.
"I was worried.. What are you doing in there?"
Wilson's voice snapped House out of his reverie and dry humping albeit briefly. "Go to work Wilson."
"Aren't you going to let me in?"
"Um, nooo."
He groaned out the o's a little too much as Cuddy started to pick up the pace she was grinding at and replaced her tongue in his ear.
"Did you hire a freakin hooker House? I don't think that's going to solve things."
"No, no, not a hooker. Trust me. The things this one does with her tongue…"
The comment caused Cuddy to pause and bite him softly on the ear.
Wilson was fed up, and curious. "Let me in House."
"I'll call you back in a minute."
"Wai..."
But House had already hung up, and began to move himself into Cuddy through the sheet. The knock on the door broke the moment.
"Well I guess our little secret is over. Get ready for the shrieking."
Cuddy was dazed. "What?"
"Just wait."
He grabbed a robe and walked to the front door slowly, leering back at Cuddy and smiling suggestively. He called over his shoulder, "I'd put some clothes on, I don't want him to get a free show of my, I mean your, goods."
He pulled up the door revealing a confused Wilson. "I thought you were joking, there really is someone in here."
"Do I like a jokester?"
Wilson stared around the apartment, his eyes stopping briefly on the bathroom and broken mirror placed out in the hall, then on the pink scrubs
"House, whose scrubs are those, I'll get to then mirror in a second."
"Relax Mom I didn't take any."
Wilson continued his survey with his eyes meeting the very recognizable blue purse placed on the chair. "Isn't that Cu… OMG!"
House muttered, "I told you."
"What?"
"I told Cuddy you would shriek like a girl."
"Cuddy's here, you mean she hasn't run away in horror yet."
Cuddy took this as her cue to walk out of the bedroom, now dressed in a dress shirt and boxers of House that he had discarded the previous night. She made eye contact with House who mouthed, "nice" as his eyes scanned her body.
She spoke to Wilson, "Against, my better judgment I am still here."
House but in, "Don't lie to him Cuddy. Wilson, she wants to be here."
Cuddy smiled at Wilson kindly then leered at House, "Tell yourself that, I'll let you girls chat I'm going to take a shower. James, I hope you plan on going to work at some point today. I will be taking the day off."
Wilson finally spoke, "I figured as much, I was just worried about House but I'm glad, really glad."
House suddenly realized Cuddy's earlier comment about the shower and imagined her soapy and naked, "Leave, ladies getting in the shower."
He practically pushed Wilson to the door.
Cuddy and Wilson simultaneously scolded him.
"What? I wanted to give your privacy."
"I'm leaving."
Wilson left the apartment smiling like a girl.
Cuddy walked closer to House and wrapped herself into his body, "I don't need that much privacy," she cooed.
House laughed and decided to play with her, he opened the door slowly and started to yell out for Wilson before Cuddy grabbed him back.
"I meant you, you ass."
House dramatically raised his fists in the air exclaiming, "Best day ever."
The phone rang again as House watched Cuddy unbutton the buttons on the shirt, exposing her breasts and she began to strip off the boxers. House choked out, "Machine this time, definitely machine."
Wilson's voice echoed through the apartment, "You seem happy House. Good for you guys."
House followed after a very naked Cuddy muttering aloud, "Such a girl."