Disclaimer: See Chapter II
A/N: Wow I didn't realize it would take me so long to get this chapter up, but for those of you who were waiting for it, I am sorry for the wait. I was out of town for since the last week in December and I only got back today. I managed to write this up for you guys though. Hope you people like it. Also this has not been beta ed so all mistakes belong to me.
Chapter III
Another five months had passed and despite neither Cuddy nor House saying anything about the little tryst they had shared in her bed, Wilson knew something was going on between the two doctors. House was his usual abrasive, rude obnoxious self, creating more trouble than ever within the walls of PPTH and driving the other staff members insane, while Cuddy as usual tried to keep his mischief to a minimum, something she knew was impossible, but she tried with all her might anyway. Wilson had tried asking House about it but the diagnostician had simply changed the subject, and indirectly telling his best friend to stay out of it. When Wilson did not get any information from House, he tried questioning Cuddy about the same, but she merely dismissed the idea that there was actually something brewing between her and House. They were just very good friends; and that was all, and besides, she was still seeing Lucas.
The intensely hot summer midweek afternoon brought in a high influx of patients suffering from heatstroke, mild cases of dehydration and in some instances, extremely painful sunburn where the skin was actually blistered and raw. House was not impressed and he could not help but ignore Cuddy's instructions to stay late and actually help extra in the clinic. After allocating Foreman to do his clinic hours, with threats of bodily harm, House finally left the clinic and made his way directly to his boss's office to see what was keeping her from attending to clinic patients herself. He barged through both sets of doors and smirked when Cuddy's new assistant glared at him. Nothing amused House more than him getting to annoy and irritate Cuddy's young assistants when he saw them.
Cuddy jumped at the sound of her double doors being thrown open and she glared at House, while she held her hand over the mouthpiece of the telephone she still clutched in her hand, attempting to keep the person on the other end of the line from hearing the loud-mouthed diagnostician.
"I will have to call you back," she spoke into the receiver and then hung up. House used those few precious seconds to lock her door and close the blinds, cocooning them in the privacy of her office.
She gave him a thorough once over, and she could not help the zing that made its way up her spine. It had been five months since they had shared that erotic, sensual night together, and Cuddy had been waiting for him. She allowed her gaze to roam over him, taking in everything about him, his sparkling azure blue orbs, his trademark smirk indicating he knew something she didn't, the way his T-shirt hugged his well defined chest and arms, his trim, sexy, strong denim clad hips and finally his sneaker clad feet. There was no way she could deny that House was ruggedly sexy and certainly alluring in his own way. Cuddy watched him as he made his way to the chairs across her desk and let out a breath she did not know she was holding when he came to a stop in front of one of the. Her relief was short lived, however, when she watched him as he made his way around her desk and came to a halt next to her, leaning against her desk and facing her.
"What do you want, House?" she asked him in her most bossy voice, but she knew she failed when it came out as a mere whisper.
"I think the better question, Dr Cuddy, is what do you want?" House asked just as softly in return and Cuddy felt another shiver race up her spine, and she felt the butterflies fluttering in her stomach.
House noted the way her pupils dilated and the way her chest rose and fell as her breath rate increased and became more and more erratic. From where he stood, he had an unobstructed view of her cleavage, and the sexy, white, lace bra that held the twins in place. For the first time in his life, he was grateful for the unforgiving heat wave that had settled in New Jersey, because it meant his boss would be wearing clothes that were more appealing to his eye. He felt the blood rush from other parts of his body directly to his groin and he stifled the hiss that wanted to escape his lips when he felt the crotch of his jeans tighten. There was no doubt in his mind that she wanted him, and he had to admit he wanted her too. It had been a long five months since he had shared a bed with a woman, simply because there was no one he wanted to sleep with except for Cuddy, and he was willing to wait for her, however long she took.
"House, I have work to do, so unless your patient is dying, I suggest you leave my office and allow me to do my job," she informed him coolly.
He kept his ground and Cuddy watched as his smirk changed to a tiny yet genuine smile before he started speaking, "I think the twins are happy to see me."
Without even thinking about it, Cuddy dropped her head and looked at her chest and sure enough, the twins were erect and showing through the soft material of her crisp white shirt.
"Please House, do not flatter yourself. It is simply a reaction to the low temperature that I set my air conditioner to, seeing, as there is a heat wave in Princeton and I actually would like to keep cool as I go about doing my job," she finished as she stood up to get a file from the cabinet in the corner of her office.
Before she could even take the first step, House caught her tiny wrist in his larger hand and spun her to face him, while his unoccupied hand settled on her hip, pulling her closer into him. Cuddy's breath hitched in her throat and she let out a soft moan at the feel of her body pressed flush to his.
"Prove it," he whispered to her, his eyes dark with desire and his voice laced with passion.
Cuddy found that she could not think, let alone string a sentence together. The feeling of his thumb drawing mindless patterns on her hips were driving her insane with desire and she found that all she wanted to do was strip him of his clothes and make love to him, feel him in her then and there. She placed one of her hands on his chest, feeling his well-defined pectoral muscles, while the other banded around the back of his neck, pulling his face closer to hers and she sensually melded her lips to his. House was caught so off guard by her actions that all he could do was kiss her back in response. The kiss changed from slow and sensual to rough and wild in a matter of seconds and Cuddy found that no matter how hard she tried she simply could not get enough of him. The feel of her tongue sliding against his aroused House as he had not been in a while and he allowed a low guttural moan escape the back of his throat.
Without disengaging her mouth from his, Cuddy took a few steps back until her back came into contact with the wall and she pulled House infinitely closer to her. House was so caught up in kissing her that he simply followed her lead until he felt her back gently hit the wall. The hand that had grasped her wrist had now let go of it and was settled on her upper back pulling her to him, while the other had made its way under her shirt and was skimming the warm skin of the underside of her breast. He tore his mouth away from hers for a second to heave in a deep breath, and he felt Cuddy latch her mouth to the hollow in his throat. He did not think he could get any harder, but the actions Cuddy was performing on his over-sensitive skin made his reconsider his thought. He could feel the strain in his groin and he knew he had to relieve the sweet ache soon or he was going to burst.
He felt Cuddy still her movement in his arms and he took the moment to grind his hips with hers, knowing she would feel just how aroused he was – compliments of her. The beast in House's chest roared once again as he listened to the seductive moans that escaped her beautiful red painted lips. Instinctively Cuddy's hand drew a path to the waistband of his jeans, the button and zipper proving to be no trouble for her skillful fingers. She inserted her petite hand into his boxers, House hissed, and his eyes rolled back at the feel of her hand cupping him gently. House on his part, didn't bother to be kind to her clothing, he pulled the two sides of her shirt apart, causing the buttons to pop and fly in all directions, and smiled when he noted she was wearing a bra that had the clasp in the front. He attached his mouth to her clavicle and traced a path with his mouth to her sternum and down to the valley of her perfectly rounded breasts. He undid the clasp of her bra with practiced ease and watched as the soft mounds sprang free.
He did not need any encouragement from Cuddy, as he diverted his hands from her waist to her full, pert, perfectly sculpted breasts. House slowly kissed the creamy flesh of her chest, making sure not to touch her erect nipple at any cost, and causing her to beg him to touch her. He cupped her left breast with his right hand and massaged it gently, kneading the flesh until he was satisfied. Cuddy, however, did not approve of his behavior and as was their unspoken agreement, decided the payback was indeed a bitch. Smiling wryly to herself, Cuddy ran her index finger along the bottom length of his engorged shaft and she felt the shudder that coursed though his turgid flesh, from her actions.
Cuddy banded her small hand around his member and squeezed gently, feeling him throbbing in her grip. She stroked him lightly enough for him to feel her hand on him, but not enough pressure for his liking. He slowly closed his hand around hers and applied more pressure as she pumped his now fully erect penis, his gaze locked on hers. After a few strokes Cuddy slowed her actions and when she swiped her thumb over the tip of his penis, feeling his pre come on her hand. House ground his pelvis into hers again and this time he felt the effects of his actions when Cuddy squeezed him harder, her strokes becomes faster and more pressurized.
The sudden realization hit him all too soon, and he found that he did not like it one bit. As much as he was enjoying this, he knew he had to put a stop to it. He wanted her to feel what it was to want something so desperately but she just could not have it, not matter what – or well that was the excuse he used to justify his actions. He had to think of something and he had to think of it really fast, because at the rate she was going, he was going to explode in her hands. Making a split second decision, House melded his mouth to her left breast, suckling sultrily on her tightened, erect nipples. It was enough to get her to release her hold on his member slightly. He laved his tongue over her breasts as he completely loosened her hold on his still painfully erect penis, and brought her hands to his chest and face. It took four attempts to keep her hands from wandering back down to his groin.
When he was sure she would not try again, House tore his mouth from her chest and fused it to hers, kissing her deeply. Cuddy lost all sense of thought and direction, the only thing running through her mind was she never wanted to stop kissing this man, no matter what.
They were brought out of their heated cocoon, though, when they heard Wilson knocking on her doors and shouting through it, asking Cuddy if she was okay and that the board meeting was about to start. When House finally gained the strength to stop kissing her, he slowly pried his mouth away from her mouth, but rested his forehead on hers for a few minutes. An entire conversation was shared in that one action, this was not just some random act, and this was something they both wanted, something that meant a lot to him. That was when House realized he was right in stopping their actions, he did not want to share their second 'first time' doing it in her office. And when he finally relieved himself of his sexual tension, he wanted it to be while he was sheathed in her warm walls, and not while she was giving him a damn hand job.
With this thought in his mind, House rapidly pulled himself away from her and tidied himself up, before making his way to the exit of her office. He waited until she had refastened her bra clasp, drew on a new shirt and tried to straighten out her mussed hair before he roughly opened the door and stepped out of her office. If he was surprised to see Wilson still standing in their boss's outer office, he gave no indication of it.
"I would watch out for her if I were you, she's in heat," House informed Wilson as he limped toward the elevators and then to the safe confines of his office, leaving Wilson to watch his friend's retreating form.
Cuddy had just barely managed to reclaim her seat when Wilson walked in, a frown covering his forehead.
The words escaped his mouth before his brain could filter them, "are you and House having quickies in your office?"
Her head shot up and she glared at her oncologist.
"As I told you before, House and I are just friends, and even if we were doing… that, I can guarantee you that it is none of your business, James," she finished softly, indicating that this conversation was over and there was no space for any more.
While on the outside she appeared to be calm and in control, Cuddy knew that was not how she felt on the inside. She wanted House and now that she knew he wanted her just as much, there was no stopping her from getting him, everything else be damned, Lucas too…
She already had a plan in mind...
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Well enjoy the weekend and till next time.
