I hope you don't kill me for not updating in at least 6 months….i apologise!

And as we all know, I am the smut writer - because I only enjoy writing those types of stories, so you should look forward to more soon from me!

I did want to mention as well that I promise to finish poker night and masquerade ball asap….

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"Okay fine then…Have you ever fantasized about someone else while with a partner? Elaborate..."

"Yes actually I have. I keep fantasizing about my boss." The heat in the room just jumped about 100 degrees.

Cuddy just smiled mentally trying not to blush. She was warm and the alcohol was feeling too good. As the night went on she slowed down drinking, which let her get a little bit of control back, but it was nowhere near enough to control her attraction to him.

It would be so much easier if there was no attraction…

Her legs were crossed and slowly sliding against the other just a little bit. She hoped that he didn't realize she was doing that; usually she would be hiding behind a desk when she did that. It felt nice, and it helped lull her into a place she knew she shouldn't be.

She realized she was sitting in front of House. Her employee! Without a bra on! At least she still had her top on.

"What are you thinking?" he asks her quietly, leaning towards her a little more. It's driving her crazy, he is so suave and sexy it is annoying her. He isn't spose to be like this, it's not fair on her. She tips her head a little to let her hair fall around her neck and the feeling makes her shiver.

House noticed. He smiled; he is different one on one, when you get his defenses down. She couldn't help but notice that his smiles are not hidden like they usually would be, he usually is on guard. She preferred this side of him…which was really starting to become a problem for her.

"What do you need to know that for?" she asks a little apprehensively.

He laughs a sexy laugh…so very unlike him. It's his attitude that makes her think about their past encounter. That one night…

She looks him in the eyes, he starts tracing his hands up her thigh, and even through her trousers she can feel the warmth from his hands, and she hears her own small sound of satisfaction just a split second before he does.

He groans in immediate response. "Jesus Christ Cuddy"

His groan makes her head drop forward, replaying itself in her ears as memories of other moments. "House," she warns, but it comes out like a whisper.

He smiles because he loves making her weak, if only he could gain more control of himself. He is avoiding her eyes but cannot help but look at her chest. He is indulging himself by taking full advantage of looking at her wearing a top with no bra on.

Cuddy picks up her drink and takes a sip while bringing one ice cube into her mouth to suck on it a little. She needed to cool down. The ice cube was so small she just let it slip around her tongue.

"I remember years ago how you liked the feeling of my tongue cold from ice cubes…"

Cuddy's eyes snapped up to his so fast. "Stop right there…" I'll kill him if he keeps going like this, or something like that…

House leaned in to kiss her, she couldn't stop herself from leaning into him. His lips were soft and demanding.

House's hand slipped up her leg to the curve of her bottom; he gently played with the lace French knickers she was wearing.

"You know this really shouldn't be happening" she said, even though she was enjoying it way to much.

"Cuddy, tell me to stop?" He looked at her while he was lazily drawing circles on her upper thigh.

She started undoing his shirt to shut him up, and stop him from calling her bluff.

He pulled her over on top of his lap; she had no idea whose turn it was in truth or dare, or even what the last thing that happened was.

She started working against him, one leg on either side of him, careful of his thigh. He ran one hand up her back and the other was resting on the bottom of her foot. It was driving her crazy, almost to the point of making him stop from feeling too much pleasure.

He slid his hands underneath her clothes and slid down her trousers, to reveal a sexy pair of turquoise satin and black lace pair of French knickers. "Damn…trust Dr Cuddy, queen of expensive underwear to look this good with only French knickers on"

She just smiled at him, trying to get his clothes off and kiss him at the same time.

"Hey, how about we move this party to the bedroom?"

"Sure, I do want to point out that now you can't get enough…should I get that whipped cream?" He said sarcastically

"Not this time.." she winked and walked ahead of him into his bedroom.

By the time he got there she was on the bed naked, House slid on and slid her legs straight over his head. So close, yet so far away. She could feel his breath on her, he slowly slid his tongue over her clitoris. "aaah…god"

"Settle down, I have barely done anything yet…your wound up so tight miss Cuddy!"

The Cuddy death glare was next…he snickered and went back to work sliding his tongue over and around her clitoris, changing the speed and the direction. She was about to orgasm when he put his entire mouth over her and gently sucked. That was when it was just way too much for her and she shattered…twice.

He moved up near her and put his fingers on her clitoris keeping her orgasm going, dragging it out as long as he could. Her body was tired, and hurting from violently shaking for so long. He let her come down from her high. Then he slid himself inside her, she didn't even know what was happening.

Too many good sensations in one night, he was sliding in and out of her painfully slow it was killing her.

He had her in blissful agony for as long as possible and finally sped up the pace and Cuddy through her head back from the sensations it was causing.

"Should I stop now?" he teased.

"Don't even think about it!" she was having difficulty breathing and the pressure built up inside her so fast, she couldn't help but orgasm. He enjoyed the power he had to make her feel something so intense, and he licked his finger and rubbed it over her clitoris to draw it out as long as possible. He came shortly afterwards.

The next soon!