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Cuddy leaned against her car. Would he show up? She was begining to doubt it, she glanced at her watch. Why was she so nervous? It was like being in high school again, no colledge, in highschool she hadn't dated, too concerned with getting into med school. In the space of ten minutes, House had changed her back into that nervous colledge girl who lived under her skin. The one that was never seen, the one that fell in love, the one that sat there, that September day and watched her heart break, she grimaced at that last thought. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she wouldn't get her heart broken this time around. She would be the one walking away.
Greg, who had been watching her, caught her grimacing again. "Thinking about me?"
He limped closer, she raked her eyes up his chest, and finally the blue orbs met each other, he grinned, "thinking about riping my clothes off again?" He snaked an arm around her waste and lent in to kiss her. Cuddy slipped a hand inbetween their lips. "We cant here."
He tilted his head to avoid her hand, going for her neck instead. Instinctively she let her head fall back, exposing more neck, and allowing him acess down the V-neck top.
"House!" she pulled his head up, "anyone could see us here." He ducked his head back to neck, and smiled against her skin, she felt like she was on fire.
"It would fuel the rumors even more wouldn't it?"
She pushed him off, watching him stumble back, "look, if we're going to do this," she waved her hands around, "what ever this is, you are going to have to respect that I have a reputation to uphold in this hospital."
He held up his one free hand, "whoa ok. So I can have you in the private sanctum you call your office, the lair I call my office, curtains closed of course, and anywhere else where nobody from the hospital can find us?"
She grinned, "exactly."
He moved so quickly she hadn't see him, he kissed her once more, long and hard. When they pulled apart her lips felt bruised.
"I'm sorry." She let her eyes graze his face, burning anger into his cheeks, his brow, his nose, but then it faded, there was only sincerity there. He gave her a small smile, "I just wanted one more kiss. To remember..."
She cocked her head, an unsaid question floated between them, remember what? Instead of demanding an answer she slipped out from under him and beeped open the car, not saying anything, not trusting herself.
Cuddy started the car, and they sat in silence, the radio was on, and she found herself singing softly along to it. She never sung infront of anybody, why? she asked herself, did she feel so comfortable around House? What was it about him? Why did it all so feel so right?
House sat in the passenger seat, studying Cuddy's profile, the way her lips moved around the words she was singing, soon it was too much, he leaned across and planted an open mouthed kiss against her neck. Cuddy gasped and swereved the car.
"House! What are you doing?"
He leaned back into her neck, whispering, so even though he was so close to her ear she had to strain to hear him.
"You looked so beautiful, I had to kiss you, just to see if you were really real."
She, swallowed, this wasn't the Greg she knew, this was the Greg who nobody knew. The one who was tender, the one who was romantic. She was at a loss.
He creeped his hand up her skirt, brining it to its second indecent level in a day. Which in it's history was unheard of. He rubbed her inner thigh and kissed her neck again.
Cuddy tried to remain calm, "House," she said through gritted teeth, "I'm trying to drive."
He laughed, his stubble, shaking against her neck, sent fire down her neck to her lower belly. "Do you want me to stop?" He said inching his hand up to the edge of her panties.
She gasped, and swung the car across traffic into a supermarket parking lot, the sudden movement threw House back into his seat.
In two
seconds Cuddy had undone her seatbelt, and was straddling House.
"Maybe I just wanted to be ontop." She gave him a devilish grin
and pulled the seat leaver so they were both jolted back.
She kiss
him roughly, untucking his shirt, running her hands up his chest,
then down again, her nails scraping across his adomen. He let out a
small hiss.
"This is a warning." Cuddy said, "You run your hand up my leg while I'm driving again, so help me god I will stop the car again and have you right then and there. Is that clear?"
House, who was still recovering, nodded, then took a breath, "what happenens, if I want you to take me right now?" He found his grin again, and ran his hands up under her shirt. "What if I just cant contain myself and I provoke you to into jumping me?"
Cuddy, who was still straddling him, smiled and cocked an eyebrow, "is that a challenge?" She ran her hands down his chest again, and was delighted by the hiss of his reaction, "because you know, I never back down from a challenge."
Returning to her seat she looked across to him, he was still lying back, breathing heavily, and looking rather stunned. She laughed, "if you're gonna play with fire House, you will get burned."
"Are you calling yourself hot Dr Cuddy?"
She raised both eyebrows and started the car. "Well seeing as you can't seem to keep your hands off me..."
He laughed, and she pulled out of the parking lot.
She turned up the radio, and started singing to the song again.
House, who knew the consequences, but also knew they were close to his appartment, ran his hand up her leg again and kissed her collar bone. He was going to drive her wild, and she would be powerless to stop him.
Cuddy gritted her teeth, and pressed her foot down on the acceleration. "House, I am warning you."
She could feel his smile against her neck, his stubble grazing it again, she tried not to gasp. "You already warned me Cuddy, I'm seeing how far you can be pushed." And he continued, trailing kisses over her exposed skin.
When they arrived at his appartment, House took his time searching for his key, he could see how agitated The Dean was.
Cuddy noticed what he was doing and pushed him up against the door. "House, if you don't hurry up, I will have you right here, right now, and I don't care who will be watching."
He pulled the key out of his pocket and dangled it infront of her face. "Here it is. Silly me, I already checked that pocket."
She grabbed it and opened the door, he pulled her into his strong embrace, kissed her and tangoed her around the semi open door, pushing her against it, and effectively closing it.
She pulled back and looked up at him, "well this brings back memories."
He caught the quiver in her voice, the uncertain look in her eyes, she was nervous. "Cuddy." His voice was sincere, "stop. Let go."
She looked sadly at him, "I can't." Her voice was as thick as rope.
He kissed her tenderly. "Do you want me to stop?"
She shook her head, not trusting herself not to cry. She couldn't let go, she couldn't open up to him, if she did, all her defences would shut down, she would be vulnerable, and it was so long since she'd ever let herself be broken, the last time, was Greg. This time it wouldn't be the same, she would not be lost in that same forest without a map agian.
Clenching her jaw in defiance, she pulled his head down and kissed him, roughly, needingly, urgently. He responded, one hand pulled her closer, feeling her mould against his body, the other went under her skirt, she felt herself opening to him like a flower on the first day of spring and she was lost.
