TITLE…HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH CHAP…IT WAS THE SONG I WAS LISTENING TO AND I WAS TOO DRUNK TO COME UP WITH ANOTHER…SO…SUCK IT UP MY LOVELIES :D
Ok here we have it peeps…this WAS meant to be the last chap…but its looks like it might go on for a few more…but not many. I hope this is ok…I'm sorry I haven't replied to all my reviewers…but I'm kinda pissed…typing this has been a challenge in itself…I only hope there aren't any mistakes…drink makes it a little hard to type…and seeing double don't help lol.
Hope you enjoy people. I shall try and get the chap after this up soon….i'm not cruel enough to leave you hanging for too long.
I shall now return to dancing round my living room. (Abbatron gimme a man after midnight rocks!!)
Huggles and cupcakes
Scarlett xxxxxx
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Man after Midnight
Her pen flipped, a blur before the eyes, hitting the desk in a rhythmic motion, desperately needing something for her fingers to do. She'd been staring into space, her aroma still lingering in the air, thoughts firmly fixed on House, and what to do.
Her eyes were glazed as she replayed every passionate moment between them, adding the most recent finger fucking to the top of her list, his hand giving her the most amazing orgasm; the pressure of his palm grinding against her clit just right to send her crying over the edge.
But it wasn't enough, he'd left her, her body crying out to feel him inside, buried between her thighs. She wanted to have his hardness hammering into her, needed it, her body desperately craving him. She'd remained paralysed for a while after he left, panting, the inside of her thighs coated with her release, ache un-sated as her pussy pulsed begging for more.
A blush spread over her cheeks, embarrassed by her reaction, her wanton desire for him, body craving his cock against her will.
An e-mail jarred her mind, distilling her trance, body jumping, guilt weighing on her mind as she forced herself to focus, eyes snapping to the computer screen. She reached for the computer mouse; focus falling upon the book now only inches from her fingertips; the one, according to House, which blew all her rational arguments to smithereens. Her hand twitched, split between picking it up or ignoring it. She shouldn't care whether they could get to together or not, because she'd always convinced herself she didn't want him. That everything between them was just a battle between him and his boss. Opening the book meant admitting to herself that she actually wanted something more with him, and she wasn't sure she was ready to do that…or if she ever would be.
This would be a big step for her, and a risky one. Even with the assistance of whatever was in that book, House was still an unknown entity, with the ability to be brutal and harsh and she'd gone through too much in life to have her heart broken again. She'd reached the point in her life where she'd rather never taste something than be teased by it and then having it ripped from her later down the line. Only problem was she already had a taste of House, how he would be with her, and the things he could do…and she loved it.
For once in her life she abandoned her work, ignoring the e-mail, and snatching the book up instead. Her fingers riffled through the pages, 36 as illusive as ever. Finally she found it, placing the book on the table, hand perched holding it open on the required page as her eyes scanned down. She frowned, as her gaze fell upon a particular paragraph.
It is generally frowned up for Employers to form relationships with subordinates, however due to certain circumstances it is not totally forbidden. The situation surrounding such a relationship would have to be taken into account by a board of impartial colleges and judged appropriately. Examples of relationships being condoned within this situation is if the relationship in question occurred prior to each person within the relationship being employed within the establishment and hence given their respective positions, the relationship status will be pardoned and allowed to continue as long as no change in behaviour or lenience is viewed by the third party.
She stopped reading, frown still marring her brow, was this what House was referring to? There was nothing else on the page that referred to the situation they were finding themselves in. Could what she read really excuse what was happening between them? She sighed, she couldn't focus on work, House having blow her mind only moments ago had ruined any chances she had on getting anything done, this problem needed to be solved once and for all.
Grabbing her car keys, she slid the book beneath her arm and darted out, shouting a message in passing to her secretary ordering them to explain to any caller she was currently in a meeting and to take a message. It wasn't a lie, just an extension of the truth, she would be in a meeting, only not on the hospital grounds…and her and House would be the only people present.
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House was lying on his sofa, legs out on the table in front of him drink in hand, head resting against the back of the chair lost in thought. He didn't know whether he'd done the right thing. He knew Cuddy and she wasn't the kind of person to take risks without a push. But had he pushed her the right way? He'd basically said he was going to leave her alone until she came to him. And for once in his life he wasn't certain on something. In a medical puzzle, he relied on himself, trusting his judgment, he knew medicine…but he didn't know women, and Cuddy was an especially unknown entity.
A knock startled him, drink spilling over his fingers, tongue lapping it up as his mind tried to figure out who it could be. Knowing Wilson would still be at work, it narrowed it down to a few people, someone who was not aware of who lived at this house…or Cuddy. He hoped it was the latter, but wasn't so certain. Stumbling to his feet his snatched his cane off the table hobbling to find out the answer.
He looked through the hole, not wishing to open up the door to anyone other than the woman he wanted, and the dark hair alerted him to the answer…the one he had been so secretly wishing for. Schooling a cool demeanour he flung the door open, his broad chest blocking her entrance, gazing down into her grey eyes, wide, apprehensive but tainted with lust. Her teeth sunk into her lip, giving away her nervousness. She gazed over his shoulder, a silent question, wanting to enter his home.
He paused, silent, wishing to have her sweat, eyes roaming over the body he'd had his fingers buried in only a few hours ago. He could remember the feel of her, the wet heat coating his digits as she thrashed about on her desk, eyes tight shut, mouth open, gasping with pleasure as he finger fucked her, grinding his palm against her clit, relishing in the sound of passion leaking between her lips, the abandonment to sensations only he could create, his fingers caressing the soft spot an inch inside, making her squirm, muscles clenching before cumming over his hand.
He only hoped she'd come here willing to return the favour.
Standing back he allowed her an inch to brush by, her body grinding against his as she made her way in, a deep flush spreading over her cheeks.
She stepped in, whirling on him, hair whipping over her shoulder, mouth poised ready to speak, obviously having planned her speech before she arrived and wanting to get it out immediately.
'How does page 36 apply to us?'
He smirked, satisfied, she'd read it, she was interested, it was just explanation from here and that was one thing he could do.
'You admit it then?'
'Admit what?'
'That you want me'
She faltered, 'I never said..'
'You didn't have to the fact you looked at the book speaks loud enough.'
'Just because I looked at the book, doesn't mean..'
'You looked, your curiosity got the better of you, you wanted to know if something could happen between us, which means you want me.'
She frowned, 'even if, and I mean if, I want you how does the book make it possible?'
'It stipulates that if you have a relationship before becoming subordinate and employer exceptions can be made. We have, it didn't state that we still had to be together when we were employed.'
'You're referring to college? House that was only brief, we were young and we didn't even sleep together.'
'Much to my disappointment, but still it doesn't state intercourse…a relationship is a relationship, whatever way you want to view it. Secondly it states there should be no change in treatment, and there won't be, if anything you'd be harder, as much as the thought pains me.'
'Regardless of the book the board isn't going to like it.'
'They just have to lump it.'
She wasn't looking at him, eyes travelling round the room, taking everything in, looking anywhere but his gaze. He needed her attention, knowing she wasn't going to like going against the board. Even though the rules weren't set in stone she was right they weren't going to like it, but this tiny paragraph gave them a way out, and the fact they were both good at there jobs, the relationship might just stand a chance, but only if she was willing to give it a go…and he was going to make sure she would.
He reached out, startling her, his fingers wrapping round her wrist tugging her to him, her gasp echoing out as her breasts collided against his chest. Her eyes were now locked with his, staring up into his face, mouth parted, breath slow as her tongue moistened her lips.
'Why can't you just say you want me?'
'Its not a case of want.;
'That's all that should matter, everything else we will take as it comes, let go Cuddy, for once in you life give in.'
She frowned, obviously incensed, 'You make it sound like you know how I feel already, like I need you. I don't.'
'You do, or do you spread your legs and let anyone fuck you with their fingers in your office…one way of keeping your doctors in line I suppose. Give them a taste but promise the final prize only if they behave.'
Her hand swung out, aiming to strike. Her attack was halted as his fingers wraped round her wrist stopping it before it collided with his cheek. Her eyes were aflame with anger. He knew he was being harsh, his anger making him crude and spiteful, but she was so stubborn, hiding behind the board, not willing to face up to the fact she wanted him.
Anger fuelling him, he flung her round, her back smashing against the wall, body shuddering from the impact. 'Why can't you just admit it, for once in you life stop hiding behind your job.'
Her eyes were dark, determine, glaring into his own, defiant. Throwing caution to the wind House lunged, his lips colliding with hers, free hand grasping her other wrist preventing her from pushing him away. She struggled, her body grinding up against his, breasts rubbing against his chest. He forced his knee between her legs pinning her in place, not willing to let her leave. He bit her lip, hard, her gasp of pain opening her mouth to him, his tongue delving in, relishing in the sense of triumph when she finally responded, her tongue mingling with his own. He dragged his leg up, forcing her thighs further apart, skirt scrunching up as his knee pressed against the thin layer of lace, a weak defence against his onslaught, stimulating her clit with his knee as he thrust it back and forth between her legs.
She moaned, he fingers flexing desperate to be released, slipping from his grasp, diving down, forcing her hand between his legs, her palm gliding over the bulge in his pants, making the material of his jeans roughly grind against his cock, a hiss leaking from between his lips as it jolted against the harsh sensation.
Suddenly his hands snapped down, grabbing her wrists, halting her in her desperate attempt to free him from his jeans. She looked up, her eyes now dark, stormy, glazed with lust, the evidence of her want displayed before his eyes.
He took a deep breath, calming his nerves, exercising restraint. 'I won't take you here.'
She frowned, confusion marring her face,
He grinned, 'for once I want to have you under me on a softer surface.'
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Wooohoo smut abound…passionate….sweaty…and that's just the readers :P. hehehe. Please reviews peeps….they fuel my passion heehe. God I sooo need to go sleep this off :s. -giggles-….fuck that….DANCES!!WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO