SPOILER: for 'locked in' season 5. rating: mature.
Cuddy was bent over the bureau, her fingers clutching the wooden edge as she tried to regulate her breathing.
"You know... I've asked you not to joke about our sex life... at the hospital." She said between gasps as House tightened the ivory garment around her torso.
"Mmm," House hummed, catching her eye in the mirror and offering her a smirk.
"I'm serious," Cuddy rebuked him in her administrator tone her eyes shooting sparks at him.
House tilted his head, finishing the last tie and responded thoughtfully as he stared at his handiwork, "But you see, it's kind of hard to take you seriously when you're standing here in garters and a Victorian corset with your breasts spilling out and all of your worldly delights on display." He finished, lightly smacking her ass before pressing his body flush to her back and bracing his arms on either side of her as he pressed a row of kisses along her neck and shoulder.
Cuddy did not flinch at the contact to her ass and stood straight, pressing into his pelvis as his body encompassed her. "You're one to talk... You're wearing breeches and a puffy shirt." She teased between small intakes of air.
"I look dashing." House huffed, turning her around "You okay?" He asked making sure it was not too tight for her; she nodded her assent and lifted up, placing her hands on his cheeks as she pulled him down into a brief, teasing kiss, running her tongue over his lower lip before she allowed him to lead her towards the bed.
He sat on the edge of the bed and held her at arms length as he surveyed her body. The edges of the corset were cutting into her skin and he knew when he finally untied her there would be a pattern of red marks crisscrossing her body. He watched her regulating her breathing for a few moments, before his eyes trailed down to the apex of her thighs and the patch of hair there. He lifted his hand, skimming it up the inside of her thigh and stopping a few inches from her sex. "So Milady, what might you be interested in this evening?" House asked affecting a British accent.
Cuddy stepped closer and placed her hands on his chest, sliding them over the expanse of skin left open to her by the gap of his unbuttoned shirt and pushed him back on the bed as she crawled over him, trapping his hands between her thighs. She leaned down and whispered into his ear, "I'd be interested in the Lord of the house of House, Milord." She said teasingly, gasping as he skillfully moved his hand across her slit.
He leaned up and bit into the flesh spilling out of the top of her corset and kissing his way up her neck as he urged her onto her back. "I think that can be arranged." He replied his words muffled against her collarbone as his hands slid around to knead her ass, her arms coming up around his shoulders and pulling him into a kiss.
