Consequences of Madness

Ch. 1: The Onset of Madness

It was Friday and Cuddy knew that she should just go home and relieve the babysitter, but the girl had said she was free until 11 that night and Cuddy sorely needed a night out. Lucas was working late again for some rich asshole who wanted his wife followed. She sighed, she wanted to have a bit of fun, but didn't very well want to do it on her own. 'What the hell' she said to herself, 'there isn't that much that I couldn't handle alone.'

She gathered the weekend's paperwork into her briefcase and took her coat off the back of her chair. She'd been working too hard for too long and rationalized that she deserved a break. Cuddy climbed into her car and tossed the briefcase into the backseat before tossing her shoes into the passenger's seat and starting her car. A few drinks really couldn't hurt, she thought, pulling out of the hospital parking lot.

House was tired. It had been a long day and he was surrounded by a troupe of idiots. A group of Mormons had wandered into his office early that morning demanding that he treat a young man with symptoms of the flu and a raging bout of not wanting to conform to his parent's wishes. He had attempted to tell the morons the truth, but when they would not give up and the kid begged him for a bit of privacy from his crazy family, he had conceded and hooked the kid up to an IV, and then ordered Foreman to watch over him for the weekend.

Foreman was none too pleased, of course, but House cheerfully reminded him that he didn't have a girlfriend so that really didn't matter. In the end, House had ended up seeking refuge in the clinic where several people had barge in on him playing on his gameboy and he was forced to dole out treatment. "What a tragedy," Wilson had commented when House had sought some peace in the oncologist's office.

"Just help me get some alcohol in me and shut up," House ordered. Wilson smirked. He had wanted a friend to accompany him to the new bar/restaurant downtown anyway and had been looking to con House into going. Seeing the perfect opportunity, he packed up his work for the weekend and led his best friend down to the car, pleased with the way things were turning out.

It was just after Cuddy had downed her second Mai Tai that she heard the voice that haunted her in her dreams and while she worked. "You didn't tell me they let administration in this place," House commented loudly as he and Wilson entered the building. Cuddy sighed, wondering how, in all the places in Jersey, she had managed to wind up in the same bar that House had decided to visit. Not that things hadn't been good between them up until he had discovered that she was dating Lucas…

"House," Wilson said reproachfully, coming into the sight of the somewhat tipsy Dean of Medicine. "Oh…hi, Cuddy. Didn't expect to see you here."

"Didn't expect to run into you two either," she replied, hoping she didn't sound bitter.

"Oh, so it's just the higher class hookers that don't play nice," House commented, annoying her further.

"What are you doing here?" she asked after motioning for another drink.

"Just unwinding…where's Lucas?" Wilson asked politely.

"Yeah, where is your love nugget? Or did you get a babysitter for him too?"

"House!" Wilson warned, but Cuddy brushed him off.

"No…my boyfriend is working. He's on a big case and couldn't come out with me," she told them.

"So you're drinking alone?" Wilson asked.

"You should join us…we were just saying we wished someone would toss a drunk girl in skimpy clothes into our night out," House added.

"I'm not drunk," she replied with a roll of her eyes. "I just needed to have a few drinks."

"You should join us," Wilson offered. "Drinking alone isn't much fun."

"I don't know," she said. "I should probably get back to Rachel."

"The babysitter clearly isn't leaving early or you wouldn't have been here as soon as you left work," House pointed out."

"She's off at eleven, but…"

"Then you're staying," Wilson told her. "I'll lay off the booze tonight and take you home. You probably shouldn't be driving now, anyway."

Cuddy sighed, not seeing a way out of having Wilson drive her back as she started on the third alcoholic beverage of the hour. "Alright," she said slowly, "But we're not talking about my…relationship."

House held up his hands in mock defeat, but there was a glint in his eye. Wilson looked him over warily before signaling a waiter. "Three please."

"I'll have a table in fifteen minutes," the man told him. "Feel free to have a drink while you wait." Wilson sighed as House ordered a double bourbon and Cuddy took another drink of her Mai Tai. He had a feeling that it was going to be a long night.

Three hours, twelve drinks and a dinner later, Wilson was feeling the effects of such a situation. Both Cuddy and House were properly plastered, having five drinks more after they were seated each. Wilson had broken down after the appetizer and ordered two for himself, determined to stay fairly sober to help his friends, but not willing to suffer them sober. They had (thankfully) steered clear of the topic of Lucas, focusing instead on the people they worked with and on other non-threatening topics.

Wilson, as their colleague and friend had been chatted about for the last half hour, and with a few drinks in him, had taken most of their teasing fairly well. He excused himself to the bathroom as they finished their dessert, deeming it safe to leave them alone for ten minutes while he collected himself to drive home. By the time he got back to the table, however, they were both gone, leaving him with the check. "Where the hell did they go?" he questioned a passing waiter, who just shrugged.

Wilson, more than annoyed with the pair of them, waited for the check and discovered that they had left, clinging to each other and laughing obscenely just a moment after he left the table. Cuddy's car was missing from the parking lot, though his car was untouched, and he sighed, not enjoying the fact that he was their only chaperone and he had lost them. He checked his apartment, then Cuddy's house, before finally giving up on them, assuming them in a hotel somewhere, though they were both completely inebriated. He went back to his apartment and crawled into bed, leaving the door unlocked for House. H was thoroughly worn out from his day and they were both adults, he reasoned.

House and Cuddy had left the restaurant, as the waiter had relayed, as soon as Wilson was out of sight. They had been giggling loudly about Wilson for the last half hour and both were feeling the urge to escape the confines of the restaurant. "You wanna get a room?" House asked her as she slid behind the wheel of her car.

Cuddy snorted loudly. "For what?" she asked, fumbling with her keys. Before she had even looked up at him, he was kissing her. She didn't hesitate at all before she was returning his passion with fervor. They stayed locked in that embrace for nearly five minutes, breaking away finally to breathe. "Ok…" she told him, putting the car in gear.

Ten minutes later they were stumbling into a posh hotel room, not bothering to turn the lights on. House's hand was up Cuddy's shirt, working on unfastening her bra and hers were tugging at his jeans. They fell upon the king sized bed in a tangle of arms and legs laughing louder than ever. Once they managed to undress, House pushed her up into the middle of the bed and climbed in beside her. "I've wanted this for a long time," he told her quietly as she kissed his stubbled cheek.

"So have I," she replied, completely candid with the help of the alcohol. Their mouths clashed together for a few moments as they tried to find a rhythm and after a bit, they fell into sync. Cuddy moved on top of him to straddle his straining member, letting him slip into her waiting warmth as his tongue explored her mouth. The both moaned loudly at the contact, neither moving for a moment as his length stretched her. Obviously Lucas wasn't as well endowed as House.

Cuddy began rocking back and forth after a moment, placing gentle kisses against House's lips and chin as his hands cupped her swaying breasts. Their slow pace was teasing him in such a way that he couldn't think straight and he squeezed her breasts a bit harder than he meant to. She whimpered a bit and he brought her down flush against his body, whispering apologies as his hands slid down to her hips. She kissed him deeply and they picked up their pace.

Soon, the rutting pair were slamming together furiously, each desperate to find release as the other tried to push them toward the edge of oblivion. House gripped Cuddy's hips as she bounced down onto him, thrusting up and impaling her on his length. She came first as he pushed in farther and farther, taking her breath away. As her inner muscles spazmed around him, House found his own release, spilling his seed deep within her as she clung to him desperately.

They fell asleep shortly after, neither possessing the strength to do more than climb under the covers of the huge bed. House held Cuddy close to his chest that night, feeling more satisfied than he had ever felt after such a coupling. Cuddy snuggled closer, breathing in the scent that she had often dreamed about being smothered in as House held her.