CHAPTER 10 - The boss
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"Howse, come"
House looked up from his magazine glancing, over the rim of his reading glasses, at the little girl in a green pajamas who had just hopped in front of him.
"Not now, shorty" He just replied, settling his heels better on the coffee table and looking down again, underlining a sentence with the pencil and trying to regain the flow of his thoughts.
"Come!" Rachel said again "Come. Come. Cooooome!" She almost shouted, stretching every 'come' with a little jump then standing there with her hands on her hips and a bossy look, as House turned instead to stare at his girlfriend.
"Isn't one of you two enough?"
Cuddy didn't reply, just smiling and removing the towel wrapped around her head like a turban so her wet curls fell on her shoulders.
"Pleeeese, comeeeeee" Rachel tried again this time with puppy eyes, again jumping up and down as her hands met in front of her chest in a plead.
House couldn't help but let out what sounded halfway between a chuckle and a snort, then looking at Cuddy again.
"Well, at least you don't have to plead for me to come" he said with a teasing smirk as she rolled her eyes, running her tongue on her lips, trying in turn to suppress a smile.
She looked at him as he stood up, placing the magazine on the sofa and reaching for her, or better for her ass, giving a little squeeze to one of her buttocks.
"Well... I plead," she teased in turn as he gave her a naughty look, wrapping her waist with one arm and bending down to place a soft kiss on her neck as her curls tickled his nose.
"And it's such a turn on, boss" he whispered in her ear, grazing her skin again and then letting go of her.
She bit her lower lip at the gaze in his eyes. Their eyes still locked as he took Rachel's hand. Not that he had any chance of choice anyway, since a little hand was now pulling the fabric of his sweatpants, right behind his thigh.
"Ok, mini boss. Let's go" He finally said with a sigh letting her pulling his arm toward her bedroom.
...
"Wipe that smirk off your face, Cuddy,"
Cuddy turned toward the voice annoyingly reproaching her and just gave him a shrug, though repressing a smile.
"What?" She asked, feigning innocence as she placed back the object in her hand on his desk, somehow hidden between a pile of medical magazines waiting for attention and a vertebra-shaped pen holder full of enough pencils to make it to retirement.
"There's a 99 percent chance I paid the cleaning guy to hit it accidentally" House said, again in a harsh tone despite the amused flare that lit his gaze.
"No, you didn't" She teased him, holding his haze as he just stared back.
Yeah, he didn't. And actually he was still asking himself why.
"Admit it, House," she teased again "She bosses you around"
He sighed loudly this time, glaring at Cuddy despite it wasn't a very convincing glare to be honest, then glancing at what Rachel had given him just the night earlier. He couldn't help but smile to himself. She had made him promising to place it on his desk. Not just in his office. (In the trash can was 'in his office', right? And even in the back of the drawer under his desk, right?). No. She had been clear. Not in his office... on his desk. And he had to admit she was really really smart sometime. Or just, she knew him better than he thought.
He watched that object for the thousandth time on that morning. Fuck! It caught his attention every time he sat there and looked up!
She had waited for him to sit down on her 'Jake and the nevertheless pirates' bed sheets and then had handed him what looked like a gift wrapped in coloured paper kept together by a ton of adhesive tape. He had wondered if he was going to face another heart-shaped pancakes pan, like the one he had had from her just a week earlier on his birthday. What was that for? It wasn't his birthday anymore... and it was still 6 month till Christmas or her Hanukkah...
Shit!
Maybe he was putting too many meanings into what was just an handmade schoolwork. Children were used to that, right? It's what they usually do at the kindergarten, together with singing boring roundelays and putting their fingers in their noses.
He swallowed, staring at that object. A somehow lopsided picture frame made of ice-cream wooden sticks kept together by too much glue and painted in bright colours like only a daltonic guy would have done. A drawing was inside it in place of a picture. Two big heads with even bigger smiles, a pink one and a blue one. And just in case he could have some doubts about it a "I (heart) DAD" was there in capital crooked letters.
Fuck!
Father's day.
Maybe if he and Cuddy succeed in the making-a-baby thing he was gonna have to be used to it. To it and to messes of glue and painting and licked wooden sticks like that.
Fuck! The farest thing from what could be called art... and yet...
He looked again at that heart between the word I and Dad...
What the hell! Was it pride?
A somehow polka-dot heart. For everyone a red heart in which an anti-conformist child had added four black dots in a way that it looked like an upside down lady bug...
Cuddy looked as a tiny smirk played on his lips curling one of the corner of his lips almost imperceptibly, but didn't say anything as a warmth filled her own heart. She knew what he was thinking about.
The pan.
The heart-shaped pan Rachel had wanted to buy for House's birthday.
Cuddy's inner smile grew bigger at the thought of how she had had to let him regaining his manhood after a gift which in a way was such an outrage to his masculinity. Unexpectedly, relentlessly, against her desk... but this was another story...
... "Do you know this isn't really an heart?" He had said to Rachel as she just looked from him to the pan with a quizzical look.
There. Her first lesson of cardiac anatomy. The cardiac muscle with its two atria and ventricles... scrabbled with a pencil on a paper napkin.
So... no, that wasn't a polka-dot heart. It was a heart with its four chambers. Well... Rachel's version of it. And she couldn't tell if she was prouder of the influence he had on the little girl or she on him.
She just looked at him again and then at her watch, giving him a half smile as she headed to the door, passing near him and placing a hand on his elbow.
"I have to go. The Board is gonna vote for the new President in less than half an hour,"
She just squeezed his arm, looking at him as he nodded, then walking toward the door.
"I'm not her Dad"
Cuddy stopped there where she was before her heel touched the hallway floor.
"I'm not her...parent" He said again as soon as she turned and their eyes locked.
She just stared at him, unexpectedly giving him a soft and teasing smile instead of the annoyed one he was ready to have.
"Biologically speaking?" She nonchalantly asked "Me neither"
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House looked at Cuddy as she entered the cafeteria, not looking around but just heading to the counter, still busy in a talk with a tall man in a dark blue suit.
He hadn't heard of her all morning. Not that he feared she could disappear, but lately it was weird not to hear from her all day, even more in a certain time of the month. And actually, well, lately 'weird' were even their encounters. She worked late, often coming home so tired she barely reached the bed before falling asleep, and she woke up so early he could hardly tell if it was early morning or late night. He didn't think sex could have become 'weird'... and even less a sort of job. Sex in her office was exciting and tasted like all the forbidden things taste but... it was quick and, well, more focused on the target than on really enjoying it. Sometimes he thought she was more nervous and irritable than satisfied after it.
"Who's that guy?" House asked still looking at his girlfriend and at the man who had just paid for her lunch as Wilson turned his head to look at them.
"Uhm..." he mumbled something incomprehensible and then swallowed, looking at his friend "Er... Eric Dickson, the new president of the board,"
In his late forty. Tall, blue eyes and plentiful blond hair. Maybe too plentiful. Maybe to blond.
"It looks like you chose him on 90210 cast" He said staring at that guy as Wilson replied with a grin.
"It looks like someone is jealous"
...
House's page went off and he reached for it, staring at the ID and standing up from his office chair as his team just looked at their boss' walk toward the elevator.
"I really didn't think I was gonna get sick of sex" House said opening the door of Cuddy's office and glaring at her.
What-?
She didn't say that 'what?' out loud but he could tell it in her gaze. She didn't open her mouth to speak yet, but she tilted her head almost imperceptibly, her shoulders stiffened and her jaw clenched again in that way that just he could tell.
"Your budget report," She said instead "I asked you 30 times in the last month and I had 30 'ok' as answer. I'm pretty sure I didn't miss all the 30 of them in my inbox so I'm asking you again. I need it in..." she checked her watch then looking up at him again "funny..." she said locking eyes with him but not smiling despite her words "30 minutes".
Shit!
She was pissed off. On a 1-10 scale... well... 11. And something in her gaze made him think that it wasn't just because of that report.
Why couldn't he just keep his mouth shut sometimes?!
"Well, Cuddy, in 30 minutes I can give you much more than a report" he said looking at her with a mischievous look.
"I will be ok with that report, thank you" she replied looking into his eyes "I feel sick for both of us right now"
He looked at her with a raised eyebrow and she rolled her eyes, letting out a loud and exasperated sigh.
"And NO, I'm not pregnant!" She stood up, glaring at him and running a hand on her forehead, then looking away as she turned toward the window "Now, leave!"
Shit!
"Leave! ...please..." She just repeated as that plead left her lips in a whisper.
Shit, shit, shit!
He looked at her back and just nodded. Not that she could see that nod anyway. He stared at her for a few seconds. He surely didn't need an app on his mobile for that kind of mood swing... He just turned, glancing at her one more time as he closed the door.
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"Are you serious?" House asked in a half disconsolate and half bothered tone.
"I know it's three days in a row but I really have to..."
"... sleep, Cuddy! Rest" He pointed out finishing that sentence in her place "Preferentially in our bed after mind-blowing sex"
She rolled her eyes at him.
"Is that your idea of resting?" She said in a sarcastic tone.
"I'm tired of sleeping alone" He said in what sounded harder than he wanted.
"Don't be melodramatic" She said, keeping to pull documents out of her leather bag and ignoring him except for the half smile which played on her lips.
"I'm not. And you're definitely overworking"
She snorted, avoiding his gaze and running a hand on her forehead, then looking at the stack of documents now on the coffee table.
"I'm sorry" She just said, putting her herbal tea on it and sitting down leg-crossed on the sofa, then placing her computer on her lap.
...
"What are you doing here?" House said dryly as soon as he entered the differential room and put his backpack in the closer empty chair.
Wilson looked at him with a half puzzled and a half annoyed look.
"All the symptoms lead to a paraneoplastic syndrome. You're late and you look awful, House." He said looking at the dark shadows under his eyes. "Troubles in heaven?"
"It's not a paraneoplastic syndrome" He answered, actually not answering his question and tossing the test results on the table, then leaning his cane against the back of the chair in front of him.
"Can't you stand Cuddy's pace, House?" Chase ironically said, lifting one eyebrow in a mischievous look then letting out a laugh, shaking his head and meeting House's glare.
"I perfectly stand hers," He said sitting down on the chair with a thud, stretching his long legs in front of himself "It's not Cuddy the woman I slept with tonight!"
They all looked at him with a O-shaped mouth as Wilson almost spilled the coffee from the cup in front of himself.
"Wha-"
He didn't finish that 'what' as they all met Cuddy's gaze and the room immediately turned silent. She stood on the doorframe looking at them and just running her tongue on her lips as they all closed their mouth staring at her.
She stared back, then looking at House.
"Glad to see you again" He said as Cuddy ignored the not-hidden sarcasm in his voice and instead turned her head to look at Wilson.
"I tried to page you" she said glancing at the pager on the oncologist's belt and then again at his eyes "Do you have a minute? I need a consult"
She didn't turned at the ironic and familiar chuckle behind her back.
"Well, that sound somehow funny, Cuddy" House said looking straight into her eyes as she just glanced at him then turning to Wilson again.
"Er... sure" Wilson replied, standing up and looking again from House to Cuddy as she looked at him with a quizzical look.
"Don't wait for me in the Clinic," House said looking at Cuddy "my leg overworked tonight" he said as she stared at him.
"Fine! But you'll be the one sleeping on the couch tonight" she dryly replied holding his gaze.
"I'm not the man because of whom you slept on the couch last night and the one before th-"
"Er... enough!" Wilson said, looking at them both and raising his hands "We're still here!" He said looking at them with a reproachful look.
"Yeah..." Cuddy said, looking at him and glancing at House "See you later" She added, still looking at him before turning and heading to the door.
House looked at her and at Wilson as he followed her in his own office. And Wilson studied Cuddy too, actually more focused on her than on the folder in front of him.
A silk white blouse not transparent enough to let see her underwear. A V-neck deep enough to show her cleavage just when she bent down... something he actually didn't remember her to do purposely in front of anyone else than House. A dark blue pencil skirt. The usual Cuddy. She didn't look more tired, nor sadder or angrier or happier than every other day. For sure she didn't look like someone who-
"Fine" She said closing the folder in front of her and giving Wilson a half-puzzled look as he almost startled "I'll repeat the tests, then. Thank you, James" She said again, standing up and heading to the door.
Her hand reached for the handle but she didn't turn it, stopping at the sound of her first name behind her back and turning again to look at Wilson.
"What's wrong between the two of you?"
She looked at him with a questioning look, fidgeting with the bracelet on her wrist.
"I mean... it's not of my business but... did you really sleep on the couch last night?" He asked as he couldn't hide the shade of discomfort in his voice.
"Er... yeah, but..."
He snorted so loudly she left the sentence mid-air. Wilson's arms raised so abruptly she almost took a step back.
"Oh c'mon! So? Did you-?" He ran a hand in his hair avoiding her eyes "Shit, Cuddy! SHIT! And... because of another man?"
Her eyes grew bigger and she opened her mouth to reply but he gave her no time to do that.
"Do you know what's bad than cheating on House? Hurting him! He gave you all himself. He detoxified for you. He's like a father for your daughter. I know he somehow loves her! And for sure he loves YOU! He trusted you! How could you -"
He stopped as the door suddenly opened and they both turned to look toward it.
Cuddy met House's gaze as his gaze moved instead from her to Wilson and again to her.
"What the hell did you tell him?" She asked in a bothered tone staring right into his eyes.
"What?" He asked her, looking at her with a half-puzzled and half-amused look despite the way in which she wasn't smiling at all "I'm innocent"
She stared at him with the same look.
"You definitely aren't," she said in a sharp and harsh tone "since he just call me a slut!"
House looked at her and then at his friend with a questioning look.
"What? Have you called my girlfriend a slut?" He asked with a probing tone pointing a finger toward him.
Wilson almost started, raising both arms again, this time more in defense than charge.
"Oh, wait! Wait!" He said shaking his head "I haven't called her a slut! I..."
He looked at them both, his eyes moving from Cuddy, standing in front of him with her arms folded on her chest, to House and his index finger still threateningly pointing at him.
"You said Cuddy hasn't been the woman you slept with last night... that she slept on the couch because of a man that wasn't you and that-"
He was moving his hands fast now, talking as fast as the moving of his hands and struggling to find words as he tried to recall the exact words of his friends' argue.
"...and... and that she overworked like your leg..." He looked at House in turn with an accusatory index pointing toward him "You always mean that leg when you use that tone" He said gesturing toward House's groin.
Cuddy stared at Wilson, then turning her head toward House, glaring at him. No words exited her mouth, since her lips were just a flat line now, but her eyes spoke a lot of them. House held her gaze, then snorted and looked at Wilson.
"You're a moron" He said looking straight in Wilson's eyes, then looking at Cuddy, who was still staring at him with the same gaze.
He ran a hand on his nape and looked again from Wilson to Cuddy, giving her a half smile and a puppy look.
"Isn't it true I slept with another woman?" He asked as this time she couldn't hold back a tiny smile too, just too tiny for Wilson to notice.
"Yeah. Three nights in a row" She replied, turning to look at Wilson with a serious look.
"And, isn't it true you slept on the couch?" House pressed again as Cuddy bit her lip to prevent from smiling, glancing at him and then again at Wilson.
"Yeah. And, well... it's true it's because of another man" She said not averting her eyes from Wilson.
Wilson looked at them both again, in disbelief.
"And... and you're ok with this?" He asked looking from one to the other one with a sort of horrified look "I mean... you're cheating on her, and she on you... and you two are fine with that?" He looked down shaking his head then looking up at them again and running a hand through his hair, bowing his head "I... I really can't believe it... I really am -"
"A moron!" They both said at the same time.
He looked up and at them again.
"W-what?"
"I slept with Rachel, you moron!" House said staring at him "But, yeah, three night in a row since our boss here worked late" He said glaring at Cuddy with a reproachful look and then again to Wilson "You should try to sleep with a three-year-old curled up on your leg," He added staring at his friend "and... oh yeah... since the wrong Cuddy was in bed with me it wasn't the best endowed of my legs the one overworking in recent nights"
Wilson looked at him again in disbelief.
"But... but you told she slept on the couch because of a man..." he almost stammered looking at him.
"Yeah. That fucking bad version of Brad Pitt coming right from the 90's" House replied as Wilson's jaw hung open this time.
His mouth opened and closed and opened again as he stared at Cuddy.
"Holy fuck! Is-is it true? Are you SLEEPING WITH DICKSON?" He asked, stammering at first and then practically shouting.
"Shit, Wilson!" She instinctively turned to glance at the closed door, then turning to him again "Shit! Try again! The first floor didn't hear you loud enough!" She yelled in turn with a glare, turning her head to stare at House again "A cliché. You're a stud. I'm a slut"
She inhaled deeply closing her eyes and massaging for a second the space between her eyebrows, then looking at House again as he could almost see lightning darting from her eyes "I swear, if you don't kick his ass I'll do it" she said in a sharp and now really pissed-off tone as House rolled his eyes.
He looked at her as she closed her eyes and took another deep breath, for sure making a 99 to 0 countdown this time, then locking eyes with him again.
"Did you already tell him he's a moron?" She asked in a sarcastic tone still looking at her boyfriend.
"I think I'm becoming repetitive" House replied looking at her and then at Wilson.
She sighed loudly, turning her head toward Wilson.
"The report for tomorrow morning Board meeting Dickson asked me" Cuddy said with a more tired than angry sigh this time, staring straight into Wilson's eyes "I've been working on it for two weeks. I swear, if he doesn't approve it the only dick he'll have got will be the one in his surname!"
House couldn't help the laugh that burst from his mouth and wrapped Cuddy's shoulders in a 'that's my girl' way despite the serious and threatening tone of her voice and the glare she gave him as Wilson just looked at them.
"I'm a moron" he declared bowing his head and shaking it as a smile played on his lips.
They didn't talk as House followed Cuddy in her office. He opened his mouth a couple of times to say something and she just shut him up with a glare.
"Anyway" House mischievously said, ignoring her attempt of feigning rage and bending down from behind toward her ear as she opened her office door "You're not so pissed out of being called 'a slut' as I fucked you relentlessly against that desk"
His lips grazed the skin behind her ear and he could clearly feel her shivering despite the strong slap on the shoulder she gave him without turning.
"You never called me a slut, House! Not even when you fuck me relentlessly" she replied turning only her head to glare at him over her shoulder "It never happened and never will"
He waited till she reached for her desk, putting on it a paper Nurse Brenda had handed her as soon as they had stepped out of the elevator and just reached in turn for her hips, gently pulling her ass toward himself and making her turn in his arms till he faced her. She ran her tongue on her lips just looking into his eyes and giving him what would have meant to be a glare. Instead, she looked away at his smirk then locking eyes with him again as she couldn't help the curling of the corners of her lips.
House's lips grazed hers and she tried to bit her lower lip, failing again in that attempt of not smiling wider and instead searching his lips in turn.
"Does dirty talking turn you on?" He asked, looking into her dilated pupils and wrapping her waist tighter so she was so close he could feel her hard nipples through her silk blouse.
She smiled, running a hand along his neck and nape and whispering a 'maybe' on his lips, sucking his lower lip as he smiled in turn.
His leg parted hers as much as her skirt allowed it and she couldn't help but purr at the rubbing of his thigh against her.
"You sure I can't call you 'slut' while I fuck you relentlessly?"
His piercing blue eyes didn't leave hers while his hand lingered on her stomach, then slowly moving down to cup her sex.
"Sure" she answered, nodding, still smiling on his lips "but you can still fuck me relentlessly"
...
"Are you gonna work again?"
He didn't meant to be rude. Yeah, rude was his second name, but he knew her well enough to know that she wasn't going to be fine till her business stuff kept to twirl into her mind.
She answered with a shrug and a shake of head that was a clear no, closing the folder full of documents she had just briefly checked and tossing it on the coffee table, an inch from his feet, then sitting down on the sofa.
On the opposite end of the sofa.
"What's wrong?" House asked looking at her as she bent her legs, wedging her feet under one of her buttocks instead of curling at his side or at least putting those feet on his lap, silently asking him to massage them.
"Er... nothing..."
"Don't nothing me, Cuddy"
Yeah. She sometimes still forgot there was no way to shut him up with a nothing. On the contrary... anything as one of her 'nothing' was a red flag for him.
"Sorry, I just-... I don't feel good. I don't know... maybe I'm just nervous..."
"About tomorrow meeting?" He asked raising his eyebrows as she just nodded.
Why was she uncomfortable with that guy? He was handsome but definitely not her kind of man. Probably just the umpteenth guy fantasizing about going into her panties. Well, definitely 'certainly', not 'probably' but surely nothing new! And definitely less threatening of Vogler! He was the new president of the board. Period. Nothing she couldn't handle. So, why on earth was she like that?
He just stared at her and she rolled her eyes, sighing. Again obviously there was no way she could make him shut up without telling him the truth.
"He keeps the door open for me. He stands up every time I stand up... I don't know I..."
She glared at him as a laugher burst from his mouth.
"You spent too much time with me, Cuddy" he teased, letting out another chuckle and taking her feet, pulling them in his lap and beginning to massage her left plant "It's what men usually do".
She gave him a warm smile despite the way in which she bowed her head.
"It's not. He's the kind of man who think women will be better at home cooking for their husbands, House"
"Because he never tried your cuisine!" He laughed, bowing his head in turn in an attempt of dodging the pillow she tossed toward him, smiling in turn.
...
"Morning" He whispered stroking her hip through her silk nightie.
"Morning" She sleepy replied rolling on her back to face him, stroking his stubble and meeting his blue eyes.
"Why are you already awake?" She asked, glancing at the dim light seeping through the window and then at the clock on the nightstand.
"Hospital call," He replied looking at her "Nothing I can't handle from here. I don't have to be there for now"
She just ran a hand on her face then looking at him again.
"I haven't even heard the phone"
"I noticed, Sleeping Beauty," He said smiling and brushing her lips "nor your alarm" he added as she glanced at the clock again, sighing.
"Feeling better?"
"Er... I think so," She replied, still stroking his stubble, as her tongue found his, leaving him no doubt about that.
This was his Cuddy. This one and the one of the previous day in her office. Not the mechanical and cold sperm-seeker of their quickies in her bathroom.
"I'm sorry," she whispered on his lips "I've been a bitch in recent weeks" she said meeting his gaze and his lips at the same time.
"I thought we agreed in no bad words during sex, Cuddy," he teased her, slightly parting her legs and making her panties slide along them, then lifting her nightie to expose her breast, sucking on one of her nipples before going back to her mouth "but if you changed your mind I-"
She smiled, shaking her head in a no as his mouth left hers to suck on her neck, then moving down again on her cleavage. His hand cupped one of her breast squeezing it a little in his palm as his mouth found the nipple of her other breast.
She gasped, arching her back and grasping the hair on his nape as he moved on top of her, pressing her against the mattress.
"Are you ok with this position or is it too chauvinist?" He teased again as she smiled. The way in which she wrapped her legs around his buttocks was a clear response and an invite at the same time. And an incredible turning on.
He had missed this in last weeks. The spontaneity. The flirting turning in passion. The quarrelling turning in lust.
His mouth found hers with such an intensity he almost left her breathless. His tongue fondled and caressed hers in the most sensual battle as their bodies stroked each other at the same pace. It was a tormented caress. She could feel him. The head of his erection rubbing against her clit with every stroke was driving her insane. She wanted him. She craved for him.
She slightly lifted her hips meeting him and she moaned at the feeling of his tip opening her. She inhaled deeply, moaning in anticipation and then in reproach as instead he pulled out.
"Oh God, Greg" she moaned her disapproval, tilting her head back and arching her back in an attempt to push at least her nipple into his mouth.
Fuck, he knew how to tease her, making her plead for more.
If her breast wouldn't have been that inviting he would have avoided it. But he couldn't. He couldn't deny such a pleasure to her nor to himself. And that hard nipple pushed right into his mouth was enough to make him even harder, if that was believingly possible.
Fuck, she was so hot and soft and wet that he just wanted to be swallowed by her throbbing folders pouring himself in her.
She moaned louder as he sucked on her nipple so hardly that for a moment he thought he had hurt her. She gasped and grasped his hair not letting go of him as he continued that sweet torture. From the sound of her breathing she was so close to orgasm that he thought he could make her come even without touching her. But he couldn't. He couldn't not touching her. Her sex was like a magnet and his free hand slid along her body and between her legs, parting her folders.
"So wet," he whispered as she gasped at the two fingers which entered her "so tight"
He had barely touched her as she was already clenching around his fingers.
"Fuck, Lisa, dirty talking turns you on so badly"
It was a vortex. His mouth on her breast, his fingers, his words, her first name... oxytocin and dopamine and adrenaline... She let go at the burst of hormones inside her and fell so hard from her edge that she screamed her pleasure in a mix of House and Greg and God.
He pulled out before she recovered and just entered her again, this time stretching her folders like his fingers could never had and reaching every inch of her as she vocalized her pleasure even more.
He couldn't tell if she came again or just didn't stop coming. He could tell he didn't last as much as he would have liked, squeezed relentlessly by her throbbing folders.
He rested his head between her breasts as he tried to catch his breath, then kissing her sternum and looking up at her. She was still panting and her pelvic muscles were still clenching in slower and weaker contractions, keeping her in a post orgasmic bliss.
"Glasgow score... 5 on 15" he teased as a smile played on her lips despite she didn't open her eyes.
"My nipples hurt" she chuckled as he kissed the space between her breasts again.
"She localizes pain. 3 more points. But still in a coma" He teased again as she opened her eyes this time, chuckling again.
"So stupid"
"So beautiful"
She bit her lower lip, stroking his stubble and letting him kiss her lips again.
"You're weird" he said, caressing her naked skin as she gave him a puzzled look.
"Weird?"
He just nodded, grazing her lips again and staring into her eyes.
"You share your bed with a sexist who harass you since the first time you met him and yet you're upset by that guy,"
She chuckled again.
"You're not a sexist man, House"
"Really?" He asked raising both eyebrows.
"Really" She repeated finding his jaw again.
"So, what am I?"
She smiled wider, finding her lips again in a soft kiss as their legs mingled again.
"The sexiest man I ever met"
...
10 minutes past 10 am. A minute past the last time House had looked at the clock on the wall of the Clinic waiting room. It wasn't his fault! 70 minutes in that hell of running noses were worse for him than the 7 plagues of Egypt!
He caught sight of Cuddy as she walked quickly toward her office looking at the floor to avoid eye contact with everyone, opening the door and disappearing behind that.
He put the folder on the nurses' counter, gaining a glare from Nurse Jeffrey.
"You can't go away right now! You can't leave me here to deal with that bunch of patients!"
"Sure I can" House replied in an ironic tone as Nurse Jeffrey glared at him.
"What?" House asked again "Is that time of month for you too?"
He didn't turn to look at the nurse's response, just heading to Cuddy's office.
"What's up?" He asked as soon as he opened the door, looking at her as she placed her documents on her desk and then turned to look at him.
"Have you won another trip to Human Resources?" She asked, looking over his shoulder at Nurse Jeffrey and giving him a slight smile, then sitting down on the couch with a sigh.
"Don't deflect. You ok? I thought you had that board meeting," He looked at his watch "ten minutes ago"
"Yeah... I thought the same" She replied, sighing again and closing her eyes, tilting her head back and resting it on the couch back.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong, Greg"
He looked at her.
"Lisa?"
She turned to look at him, realizing just at the sound of her first name that the sound of his was definitely another one of his red flags.
"Er... my new boss didn't let me stay at that board meeting" She said raising her head and looking at him.
"What?"
His eyes widened and the grip on his cane handle tightened.
"YOU are the boss, Cuddy" he replied still looking at her as she just sighed, closing her eyes again for a few seconds and then meeting his gaze.
"I thought the same, but it looks like I was wrong"
He looked at her in disbelief, glancing at the closed door and then at her.
"You have to be joking!" He almost shouted "Who does he think he is?"
He angrily pointed to the door with his cane " What are you gonna do about this?"
"Er... nothing..."
Nothing? He looked at her with an incredulous gaze then sitting down next to her.
"Nothing? You're the Dean for Christ's sake! Why on hell are you letting an asshole like that one bossing you around?!"
She hesitated a fraction of second, still looking into his eyes as her gaze softened at the way in which he was trying to defend her.
"Who told you it's an asshole?"
His "Surely he is!" came so quickly she almost smiled at the soft and sweet spot of the man everyone considered the worse asshole of the hospital.
"Yeah, he probably is" She answered, nodding and trapping her lower lip between her teeth.
He looked at the tiny smile that played on her lips, first curling just the corners of her mouth almost imperceptibly and then lighting up instead even her eyes.
"What?" He asked as her hand found his jaw, stroking his stubble.
"He probably is" She repeated with a slight shrug "Or she" she added, still looking into his eyes.
She moved his hand on her stomach and he just held her gaze for a second, then watching his own hand till a smirk appeared on his face.
"It's probably really gonna be an asshole, you know that, don't you?"
"I know" She whispered again as his lips found hers and his hand didn't leave her stomach as their tongues lightly brushed.
"And it will boss you around too" She said putting a hand on his as their lips met again.