Well, thanx for your reviews, keep them coming because they make me go…on.
That's a lame wordplay, isn't it? I can't help it…
Here's another installment.
Dr. Partypants and Scuddyrific: You'll have to bear with another rather tame chapter. But the loving is on its way, and fast!
Some things are just inescapable!
The rain poured down without mercy. It had started in the early afternoon, gloomy clouds adumbrating the coming downpour and finally breaking loose. For hours there had been a lonely motorcycle standing in the handicapped parking space, being doused. By five o'clock, House wasn't sure if he would make it home through the floods but he did after all, arriving at his apartment dripping and very much feeling like a wet poodle.
He was sitting on his couch, pyjama pants but no shirt, a towel around his shoulders, slippery size 12 ½ footprints crossing the room, leading to the bathroom where a pile of soaked clothes lay, forgotten. He was staring intently at the empty TV screen. It had been about 3 minutes since he noticed he hadn't turned it on but he was too lost in thought and didn't appreciate any noise distracting him.
The day had been utterly strange. It wasn't so much the fact that he had gotten weird stares and had heard supressed giggles after him. He had gone to lunch with Wilson and spotted Cameron, Foreman and Chase in an amicable conversation and he swore they were making fun of him like 10-year-olds. Since when were they bonding and could they be conspiring against him?
Later, he was approached by a little girl in the clinic who had been waiting for her mother(a lousy gastritis but she was convinced she was dying of cancer) and asked him if he was sad he had such a small penis, at last telling him not to worry as her brother had the same condition but was rather carefree about it. Her brother, as it turned out, was seven years old.
At some point he began expecting Wayne and Garth to pop up behind a random corner, wiggling their fingers up and down, going "diddlelididdlelididdle", everything would blur and he'd find himself in another scene.
What he couldn't get out of his mind were a certain pair of blue eyes, boring into his own and a voice, apparently belonging to those eyes but saying things that definitely belonged to someone else. He wasn't afraid of human contact. He shunned dealing with people, all right, patients mostly, even with the ducklings but he was not scared now, was he? Yet he had shunned away from her, not just once but twice. Away from a blatant come on! There needed to be e reason for this, a reason other than Cuddy's because, well, because she had no idea.
Extensive use of narcotics alleviates sexual drive.
No. Waking up in damp boxers, extended showers and phone numbers to a certain escort proved otherwise.
Chivalry.
Oh, for Christs sake, that would be the most idiotic idea!
She wasn't his type.
Ha! Yes, that was it. He didn't like brunettes, yeah, right! his brain quipped. He didn't like blue eyes, even though they've been swirling round your head all day. He didn't like her smooth, silky skin and her gorgeous legs, her fantastic ass and her luscious red lips. Those lips which had been brushing his, hiding her little tongue that would feel delicious in his mouth and on his shoulders and down his torso and…go on…go lower…keep imagining…
His eyes shot open. He had slid lower into the couch, his hand tracing the path of the tongue from his fantasy and now resting on his inguinal region. He pulled it away as if he got burnt.
A heavy sigh made its way out of his lungs. It was no use trying to find some explanation because she was probably right.
But he'd be damned if he ever admitted this to her and further was now the time to do something, to get back at her for exposing him. There was one thing to his advantage and that was the simple fact that she knew he would never take her offer. So what if he did? He knew just as well, that she would never go through with it, that much she had told him. She felt safe and that he could exploit recklessly! House smiled to himself, she was going to regret challenging him!
The prey to his developing scheme was currently in a light mood, walking back from the kitchen into the living-room, a fresh beer in one hand and the last remains of a chocolate bar in the other. She collapsed onto the couch and into her cushions, taking up her book again. Waggling her toes and turning to a new chapter, not wasting another thought on a specific head of department. Well, maybe a tiny one, secretly.
The rain poured down outside and she started to wonder just how much longer it would last. If she was unfortunate or maybe really lucky, the streets would be flooded tomorrow and she'd have to stay at home. Hmmm, that was a nice thought. A day of leisure time, reading some more, sleeping through the afternoon, dreaming of…dreaming of what? Maybe of House, just a little. Of some other things she could do to him. Make him wear a lab coat, with nothing underneath. Huh, where did that emerge from? It was bewildering that since this morning, House had entered her thoughts more often than she liked. And worst of all was the circumstance that most of those thoughts were considerably inappropriate.
As Cuddy absently twirled a strand of hair round her finger she allowed herself to comprehend the extend of her actions. Would she have sex with him? Hell, he was attractive and of a magnificent built and nevertheless, Stacy had stuck up with him for five years. It couldn't have been that bad. She had always imagined him, always?, well, don't exaggerate, to be a great lover. What if he wasn't? Perhaps he had a small penis. Giggling marginally, she shook her head. Only one way to find out. Nothing would occur anyway. Whatever his reasons were, she could dance around him naked, he'd probably make a snide comment on the size off her ass and walk away. Come to think of it, yes, she wouldn't push him away and if it was only to find out he was horrible in bed. It was just too bad it was never going to happen.
On a Friday morning, if silence was an indicator for an upcoming storm, there would haven been nothing to indicate. As Cuddy mounted the steps to the main entrance she was already greeted by screaming and crying, coming not from one but from a whole group of children, stomping and bouncing through the clinic. Annoyed nurses were trying their hardest to calm them but as soon as they got one kid to calm down, another one got a new fit and had to be hushed and by the time that one was quiet, the other one was in tears again. Right next to the sliding doors, a tall man with a huge grin and a cane in one hand leaned on the wall, silently watching the mayhem. She stalked over to him and nudged his side harder than she had intended.
"What did you do???" He looked down at her, the smile still in his face, "I didn't do anything. It was already like that when I got here."
He was chuckling now, god this chaos was amusing him way too much.
"Are you seriously saying there is a bunch of little kids crying and terrified and you didn't pitch anything into this? What did you tell them? Did you threaten to give them shots?" –"No, I did none of these things", he said to her in a tone that was mildly patronizing, "I told you, I got here and they were already screeching." –"Then what is going on? Why are they here?" –"I have absolutely no idea." –"You didn't ask?" –"I thought, I'd enjoy the spectacle a little longer."
He turned his eyes back to the scene before him. Suddenly, Cuddy's head shot up to his face and then to her watch. She shook her head and scanned the room for the clock and then looked back at House.
"House, it's five past nine." –"How attentive of you. You know what that means, you're late." –"Yes, I am late because of a traffic jam but you know what else that means?", he didn't turn his face. "It means you are on time!" She stepped in front of him and blocked his view. "Why are you on time? There must be something decidedly wrong if you show up this early." –"Why would anything be wrong? Maybe I just wanted to be nice to you and come in early to do my job properly." –"For no money in the world!"
House sighed "Cuddy, Cuddy, you just don't know me at all, do you?" He voice became serious. "I want to talk to you." –"What is it now?" –"Not here. In your office." He winked secretevly at her. "Privately." With that he turned around and made his way hobbling in direction of her office. "Are you coming?" Confused, Cuddy revolved, then turned back to glance one last time at the bedlam that was currently the clinic and then followed the diagnostician.
He waited for her at the door to let her open and enter. He even held the door open for her which caught her slightly off-guard.
He plunged down onto her couch and made himself comfortable. She preferred to remain standing because usually this attire meant he wanted something big and possibly damaging the hospital so it was better to maintain the superior position.
"What is it House?" She stood before him and let him leer at her legs for a second before he gave her a look over and came to rest his eyes on hers.
"I've been thinking quite a bit. About yesterday and I started to wonder since when you developed a physical liking for me. And furthermore I have been thinking about what you said. And you are very wrong." Suddenly, he leaped to his feet, causing her to lose her footing if it wasn't for him to snag his arm around her waist and pull her flush against him.
"See, I don't hsun from human contact. I induce it even." –"Oh God, how wrong I was. Thank you House for clearing that up.", she replied dryly but kept still to see if he'd let her go again. He didn't and she felt her heart pounding a little faster in her chest. Wait a second, that wasn't her heart. She dared look into his eyes and saw the same level of dialation she had already encountered yesterday. She smiled slyly. He was catching on to this game pretty well.
"So what conclusion have you come to?" He blinked, currently distracted by two small hands reaching around his middle and settling at the base of his spine. "My conclusion is Yes." –" You been thinking that much and all you come up with is yes?" –"Yes", he tightened his hold just a tad by sliding his other arm around her as well. He bent his head to reach her ear with his mouth. He couldn't help but close his lips on the lobe quickly before he spoke.
"I want to do you."
A sharp breath caught in her throat and she held it. Now it was definitely her heart which was racing. She exhaled slowly and her eyes fluttered close as his breath tickled her neck. She took another breath and tilted her head to his ear. "And what do you intent to do now you've had this revelation?" He nuzzled her neck softly. Man, he definitely liked the way she smelled, like warm air and flowers, maybe a little cinnamon. Her hands traveled lower and slid beneath his shirt. He hmmmed appreciatively when his skin made contact with her fingers. He dragged his head back from her neck and as he came to rest his nose against hers he smiled against her soft lips.
"I intent to do you."
His hands came back from her waist, holding her at her side and his thumbs were just lightly brushing the curve of her breasts.
Cuddy felt light-headed and she enjoyed the feeling. For all his rough exterior he was quite the seducer. She caught his lower lip with hers and softly grazed her teeth along. "Good", she whispered. There was nothing she wanted more that moment than to push him back onto the couch, straddle him and rub herself against his wonderful chest.
With a start she comprehended this thought and settled instead for kissing him. With her lips, she pried his mouth open and carefully pushed her tongue inside. It was met with another 'hmmmm' and his tongue, stroking hers immediately. She pressed herself closer against him and her head started to swirl just as House's tongue did in her mouth. That man was one hell of a kisser! As she felt his hands starting to hike up her blouse she backed away though. This was, as much as she might like it, neither the time nor the place to take this any further. She noticed his ragged breathing and had to blink once or twice to clear her view again. His eyes were still slightly dazed and she decided then and there that she liked this look on him immensely. "So this is cleared up then", she said after she had cleared her throat slightly, "it just leaves the when and where."
Her hands were still slowly stroking his back and House just wanted to plant his lips back onto hers but just then her hands retreated and his back was left with slight goose bumps where she had touched him. "I'd say you pop by my place tonight. No use in planning and preparing greatly. We won't need much anyway." His voice was hoarse but he smiled smugly and finally managed to step out of her scent again.
She rearranged her blouse and grinned at him. "I'll be there." With that she went to her desk and set to unpacking her bag and sorting through papers. He readjusted his own shirt and left her to her work.
It wasn't until he reached the elevator and pressed the button to his floor that everything began to sink in. While there still was a sort of pleasant rumbling in his belly, he thought he heard something go 'click' in his brain. A feeling resembling panic spread.
He'd done it, he really had. Unfortunately, in his head the whole things had commenced differently. She wasn't supposed to agree. It was just a game and he wanted to get back at her. Instead, he'd invited her over for sex! In a couple of hours! How had that happened? He tried to recollect the last ten or so minutes. He'd led her into her office to lure her into thinking he wanted to have sex with her. To prove that he wasn't afraid of interaction, let alone her. He had planned on her jumping back at his declaration and if not then, at last when he told her he wanted her. The stupid thing was, she hadn't reacted the way she was supposed to be. Instead she had teased him with her little, smooth hands, she had smelled like cinnamon and flowers and he pricked his urge to touch her. Then he remembered that she had kissed him and it was all a sort of hazy pre-coital bliss from then. Nope, that was not the appropriate execution of his scheme. Now, she was coming over to his place. Looking for sex! He still had a tiny shred of hope left that she'd still pull back but somehow he couldn't quite believe it. She liked sex, she'd said that. His breathing was heavier when he exited the elevator than when he had entered. He still wasn't scared of her, no way sir, what scared and, quite frankly, surprised him immensely was how much he had liked kissing her. If he was verging on his self control simply kissing her than what would happen if she actually started undressing him? He had to find a way and fast. He counted, he had about 10 hours time, a little less maybe.
He wasn't self-conscious or anything, he also wasn't scared of her, he told himself, definitely not, he was just a little afraid of losing control. It was nothing big. He just didn't like it, that was all. Perhaps, if he repeated that in his head over and over again, he might actually start to believe it.