a/n: Smut warning! The first half of the chapter is smut-free and if you would like to remain that way, just read up to the line in the chapter. I promise you are not missing any important plot points. For the rest…enjoy!
Chapter 9: A Late-Night Phone Call
Sunday, 3AM
House and Cuddy were sleeping peaceful after a very long and eventful day. Before Cuddy had fallen asleep she reran the day's bizarre events in her mind. When she had woke up on Saturday morning she was contemplating her lovely Friday evening date with Richard and how their relationship was beginning to bloom. Then, she finds House asleep on her porch, barely able to walk from the pain in his leg. He ends up bathing and napping at her House and causing all those feelings in Cuddy to return to the surface. She tried to repress them but then House opened up to her, admitted his feelings, even if they were through actions instead of words.
She fought her internal battle between her clear potential future with Richard and her cloudy present with House but her feelings for him could not be denied. She was a forty year old single mother and her brain told her to stay with Richard but her heart told her to take the leap of faith with House. They made love, passionate, intense, yet sensual love and had then spent the rest of the evening together. When they had crawled into bed he immediately pulled her into his arms and ravished her once more. Now, they both lay sleeping, entangled in each other's limbs, as if they were one being, fighting off the cold of the night and the fear of the future.
Suddenly, they were both woken from her blissful slumber by the sound of Cuddy's phone ringing on her nightstand. Cuddy took a moment to find the clock next to the bed and it read 3:05am. The phone was on the side closest to House so Cuddy had to crawl over his torso to reach the phone.
"Lisa Cuddy" she answered. She assumed it was the hospital. "Oh, Hi Wilson, what's wrong" she said. House had thrown the pillow over his head to block out the sound but as soon as he heard Wilson's name mentioned he immediately removed the pillow and started paying attention to the conversation from Cuddy's end.
"That is a little weird, but I am sure he is fine"….."did you check his apartment? Maybe he decided to sleep there?" Cuddy suggested.
House looked at Cuddy and they were both grinning like guilty teenagers. Wilson was freaking out. He had gotten home from work and found that House had packed up his stuff and took off. He had been calling his cell phone all day and House wasn't answering. He checked House's apartment which showed no signs of life, no one had seen him that day at the hospital, and he even waited to the bars let out at 2am to see if House would return drunk as a skunk.
House looked like he was about to say something so Cuddy put her finger over her mouth to sush House while she continued to listen to Wilson's worries.
"No, I doubt he did anything extreme like that. I know you worried Wilson but I am sure he is fine. He probably just needed a little break" she finished.
Then she saw it. House was making a quick move for the phone receiver. She saw the move a little too late and before she could react, House grabbed the phone receiver and said "Wilson, I am fine. I am just recovering from mind-blowing sex and I thought it was better to do that in Cuddy's bed than on your couch"
The look on Cuddy's face was priceless. She was frozen in a state of shock. Her eyes were open wide and her hand was still in the same position as if holding an invisible phone to her ear. She could not believe House had just done that.
House then said "Good night Wilson, I'll put Cuddy back on"
He then placed the phone back in Cuddy's hand that was still placed next to her ear and rolled over to go to sleep. Neither Wilson nor Cuddy spoke for a minute of two. Finally Wilson stammered a response "Oh, umm, a…ok, umm…I guess I'll see you Monday"
Cuddy could barely find words, finally she managed to utter an "ok…good night" and she hung up the phone. Then it started to hit her, all the ramifications that this would bring. She hadn't even broken up with Richard yet since he was away for the weekend and now the whole hospital was going to know that she is sleeping with House. As a flood of thoughts and emotions swam over her she took the phone and smacked it down hard on House's shoulder.
"Hey, what the hell was that for" House squelled in his childlike voice.
"Are you kidding me? Are you crazy? You can't go around telling people things like that, especially without discussing it with me first!"
"Seriously, were you under the impression that you and I were going to start dating and I wasn't going to tell Wilson?" House began. Then a thought hit him and he bolted up in bed. "Or, maybe the problem is you weren't going to tell anyone, not even Richard, and just keep this as your own personal bootie call service?" House was teasing when he said it but Cuddy could see the real fear deep in his eyes. She decided to turn the tables on him.
"Fine, I have an idea" Cuddy began. "Why don't you escort me to the Halloween masquerade fundraiser next Saturday and then we don't have to say anything to anyone, the rumors will be flying all over the place!"
"Nice try Cuddy. There is no way you are dragging me to one of those things."
"Oh, now who is all embarrassed about us" Cuddy whined before putting a pouty look on her face and jutting out her lower lip. "Come on, please! It's free for attendings, there will be plenty of booze, and I am going as a belly dancer." She thought that the outfit alone would be enough to get him to go.
House leaned over to take her lower lip in his mouth and kissed it softly. "I like the pouty face, it's very cute, but I am still not going to go" House said and laid back down.
Cuddy continued her "pretending to be mad" routine and she made a huffing sound as she curled up with her pillow and her back to House. House then spooned her and whispered in her ear, "Of course, I will expect a private performance from said belly dancer when she returns home from her masquerade ball"
Cuddy wasn't given in "Absolutely not, House. If you can't entertain yourself at a party with free booze, surrounded by people you know, as a favor to me then I am not performing anything for you when I get home!"
"Really" House mumbled in a hoarse whisper in her ear "somehow I will have to find some other way to entice you into a performance" as he pulled her hair away from her neck and began kissing and nibbling her soft flesh.
Cuddy couldn't play the mad card anymore as she started to giggle from his little nibbles. He worked his hands down to her hips. With one hand on each side, he shook her hips as sexually mumbled "belly dancer?"
"yep" she mumbled back
"Why a belly dancer?" he asked
"Because, I took lessons in college and I still have my costume" Cuddy answered as she turned around to face House. He was looking at her like she had just told him that she was made of Vicoden.
"Seriously?"
"yes" she responded. "But, of course, you will never get to see the dance or the costume." She wiggled her eyebrow up and down as she straddled his waist. "You should see how I can make the coins jingle" she propped herself up on her knees and gave him a very brief preview how she can move her belly.
House watched her move and was absolutely mesmerized. As her belly contorted he ran a finger down her abdomen. She smiled down at him with that amazing smile that could make grown men weak in the knees. He may be thinking with the wrong head but he honestly felt he could never get enough of the woman in front of him. She was intelligent, emotionally strong, and hot as hell. House needed Cuddy to know that he appreciated all that she had to offer.
House ran his hands down her back and cradled her ass with one of his hands. He pushed slightly on her ass with one hand while wiggling his finger in front of her face with the other, indicating for her to bring her crotch up to his face. She smirked at him slightly but obeyed his request.
She brought her knees up to his face and placed one on either side of his head. She slowly lowered herself onto his mouth. House ran his tongue around her sensitive lips before attacking her clit. He alternated between sucking on her clit and plunging his tongue inside her.
Cuddy was in ecstasy. As House continued to tantalize her, she moaned loader and louder. Her legs began to quiver and she could barely keep her balance as she shouted "Holy Fuck, House!"
House was enjoying watching her lose control. Hearing those words escape her lips and knowing that he was the cause made his dick hard. He drove his fingers into her as he continued to suck her clit and she finally screamed his name as she came hard. House licked up her juices as she collapsed on the mattress next to him.
Cuddy was sweating and panting loudly as she tried to catch her breath. House waited a few moments but then brought his face down to her ear and whispered "Are you sure you don't want to perform one little dance for me after the party?"
When Cuddy could find the air to speak again she whispered back "Oh, I think you earned more than one little dance." Then she crawled down to his crotch to return the favor.
