She was sitting in her office waiting for House to burst through the doors. She had "accidentally" ordered bags of suckers without the red ones. She knew it would drive him crazy enough to do whatever she wanted as long as he got them back. Of course, she shouldn't have to go to this extreme to get him to do his clinic duty but House is House. She chanced a look up, saw nurses running down the hall, and smiled. He was coming.
She looked down and pretended she was working while he slammed her door closed. She could feel his eyes burning into the top of her head and once again wishe she knew what went on inside his brain.
He stared at the top of her head, knowing that it was taking all of her self control not to look up. He noticed the small smile she was so desperately trying to hide. There was also a faint blush on her cheeks that made him crack a small smile.
"She's so cute when she tries to screw with me," he thought. The smile slid off his face when his thoughts finally registered, "Wait, did I just think that? Cuddy is sexy or hot, not cute or beautiful. The latter of those adjectives would imply that I have feelings other than lust or dislike for her."
Unfortunately for him, there was no way to deny it. The only adjective he could bring to mind that described the way that she looked was cut. He resigned himself to the thought and believed it to be a freak accident that only happened every 20 or so years.
"Sucker?" he questioned with barely restrained frustration and she finally looked up. The small smirk on her face grew and he knew she was going to fight him on this. Fortunately for him, that makes it better.
"Thanks but no thanks," she replied, "Suckers aren't really my thing. It was polite of you to offer though."
"Let me clarify that for you," he replied frustrated, "Where. Are. The. Red. Suckers?"
Every word had been perfectly annunciated. He knew that she had been preparing herself for this confrontation so he had to be on the top of his game and couldn't lose his cool.
"Well," she drawled slowly, "the last one that I know of in the hospital is in a place you stare at quite often. Although, knowing you, I'm sure you hoard them like vicodin. I'm surprised you haven't noticed the one I was talking about yet."
His eyes immediately dropped to her cleavage and he saw it. Through her tight shirt, a small bump was visible where the sucker must have been. He smirked at her diabolical plot. They both knew that the game they played was look but don't touch. He couldn't get to the sucker without breaking that rule.
"What do you want?" he growled angrily.
"Your clinc hours all caught up," she replied, "and I want them done by your, not your team. If I hear that even one hour you log is not done by you, this hospital will be cherry sucker free forever."
"But mooom," he whined like a child, "you take all the fun out of everything."
She didn't reply and he realized she was back to ignoring him so he tried a different approach, "You know, you say that you can control me but if you really could, you wouldn't have to work so hard to get me to do my job."
When she still didn't reply, he gave up and went to go leave her office. On his way out he yelled down the hallway, "Doctor Cuddy! I will not have sex with you in your office and if you tell me to, 'bend you over the desk and give it to me like you mean it,' I will be forced to involve human relations!"
Everyone that heard the comment rolled their eyes and Cuddy laughed humorlously. When she thought he was out of earshot she added, "You wouldn't know what to do with me if you ever did manage to get me."
House froze and before either door had time to shut was back at the front of her desk, staring her down. They stared at each other knowing the first to look away would lose. After about 20 seconds House realized it was futile, and that Cuddy wasn't going to back down so he began to talk. Without ever looking away.
"Was that a challenge?" he questioned her. She smiled patronizingly.
"No House," she replied, "it's a fact."
"Please, you couldn't resist me for even a week," he replied, stung by her quip. She laughed dryly and looked back down at her work.
Seriously," he continued, "One week of me allowed to do anything, and I mean anything, to get you to jump me. You, of course, are allowed the same rules. I win, I get my suckers back, a month off clinic duty and an all access pass to Cuddy-Land."
Cuddy smirked at the euphamism and replied to his challenge, "Fine but if I win you have to do a semester long lecture on diagnostic medicine and you have to complete all of your charts in an orderly manner."
They had another stare down and then shook hands. House smiled, causing Cuddy to smile also. House turned to leave the room and Cuddy stood up to follow him out. House then turned around and began to walk towards her. She backed up so he couldn't get to close and before she knew it she was sitting on her desk, pinned between his legs.
"Wha-what are you doing?" she managed to stutter, the closeness of his body making her nervous.
"Giving you a preview," he replied gruffly. He brought his hand up to her face and ran it along her jawbone. She inhaled sharply through her nose at the sensation of his rough hands against her smooth skin. He leaned down slowly, giving her plenty of time to pull away and pressed his mouth against hers.
She didn't kiss him back at first due to all of the contradicting thoughts floating around in her head. "Push him away" or "Pull him closer". Nothing mattered once she opened her mouth and his tounge slipped in. All coherent thoughts went to hell and the only slightly intelligent thought she could form way, "Holy crap, he is an amazing kisser."
She wrapped her legs around his waist, and one of her hands fisted his shirt to pull him closer. His hands left her face to trail slowly down her body, causing her to break out in goosebumps. He smiled against her lips when he noticed the effect he was having on her. He finally broke the kiss when he actually started to get a little fuzzy from lack of oxygen. The harsh breathing cut through the silence in the office like a knife. After his breathing rate had slowed considerably, he checked on her appearance. Her hair was in slight dissaray, her skin was flushed, she was breathing heavily, and her lips were slightly swollen.
He smiled again, it was a good look for her. He held up the sucker that she had been to distracted to notice him getting and she smiled. She had figured he would get the sucker somehow she just hadn't planned on a little incidental pleasure herself. He then kissed her quickly once more.
"One for the road," he explained to her shell shocked expression. He then left the room quickly with an extremely flustered Cuddy in his wake. She sat back down and tried to concentrate on work but it was impossible now.
All she could think was, "The way this bet is going, he's going to have his suckers back by Wednesday."
A/N: Reviews? No flames please. Tell me whether or not to continue this story because I'm too tired to feel any inspiration.