Texting

A few weeks later, House has to leave for a week in Florida for a medicine conference. With Cuddy. I don't like that, at all, but I know I can't do anything against it. When I know he's there, I send him a text:

"Hi. So, how is it in Florida?"

"It's nice", he replies. "Except there is a problem."

"What is it?" I write, worried.

He doesn't answer but my phone rings: it's him.

"What's the matter?" I ask.

"Listen, erm… I have some bad news. I have to share my bedroom with Cuddy."

I feel like my heart skips a beat:

"Wh… What?" I stammer.

"There had been a problem with the room. So I have to share it with her. All the other rooms and all the other hotels are full. I don't have any choice."

"Yeah, right", I ironically say.

"Come on…. Don't you trust me?" he asks.

"I do trust you yeah. I don't trust her though. I feel she wants you back."

"Well, you know I don't want her. I'm with you, and I couldn't be happier. Listen, I have to go, I'll text you, ok?"

"Ok… Talk to you later…" I say unwillingly.

"Bye sweetie", he replies tenderly and I can't help smiling.

House hangs up and turns to the receptionist.

"Are you sure there is no other solution?" he asks.

"I'm sorry Sir…"

"Come on House", Cuddy protests next to him. "Stop being such a child."

He holds back a stinging remark and nods:

"Let's go then."

Cuddy goes first and he follows her. The words Connelly has told him are still ringing in him and he wonders if she's right or if she's getting paranoid. He swallows hard: if she's right, if Cuddy takes advantage of the situation to tempt something with him, he doesn't really know what his reaction will be. He's scared of being too violent, of upsetting Cuddy so much she decides to fire him. He's scared of losing his job, his life, Connelly… Everything that counts for him, everything he loves. Lost in thoughts, he doesn't notice Cuddy has turned to him and is giving him her most beautiful smile. He suddenly feels nauseous. He knows this smile. He knows it too well. Fortunately, they arrive in front of the room's door. The guy unlocks the door and we come in: House barely has a foot in the room when he stops in his tracks and gets white: there is a bed. Only one. Big enough for two, but only one. Cuddy gets in and already starts to put her luggage in a corner of the room. House turns to the guy who has led there:

"Is that a joke? Where's the other bed?"

He gives him a surprised look, then glances at Cuddy and turns back to House:

"The lady said it was okay while you were on the phone in the hall."

House glances at Cuddy too and mutters:

"Bitch".

"Sorry Sir?"

"Nothing", he tells the guy, annoyed by him and by the whole situation there.

He gets in the room and stares at Cuddy. She has opened her suitcase and is getting her clothes out of there. She turns to him, feeling his eyes on her, and smiles at him, the same way than in the stairs.

"Explain", he groans.

"Explain what?"

"Why is there only one fucking bed in this fucking room!" he shouts.

He sees her starling with surprise but he doesn't care. He's angry, he's mad at her.

"Did you hear the receptionist? He said there was no other room."

"He also said there was only one bed in this room and you replied it was okay."

"Was it not?" she retorts.

"No, it's not okay. I'm not gonna sleep in the same bed than you. I am with someone."

She gets closer than him: she finds him handsome, she still loves him and he seems to be better than before. She puts her hand on his chest and stares at his eyes:

"You were not against sleeping in my bed before…"

He grabs her hands and pushes her away:

"You said it. Before. It was before. Build a bridge and get over it."

She doesn't insist:

"Fine."

She turns back to the bed and says:

"Well, if you don't want to sleep in this bed, you can still sleep on the ground. I don't care."

"Bitch", he spats.

"Fuck you House", she replies, trying to sound nasty but her voice is trembling. That makes House smile. He limps to the bed and lays on it, takes his phone. He decides to text Connelly.

"Hey there."

"Hi. Are you okay?" she replies

"Yeah, I'm fine. What you wearing?"

"God House, you're a sex maniac."

"Because of you. Come on say it."

"I am not wearing anything."

"You're lying…"

"I swear. I'm in my bath."

"Hmmmm", House texts, licking his lips.

Imagining his girlfriend in her bath is making him hard. He'd like to stroke himself but Cuddy's here. He glances at her, grins and has an idea. He unzips his jeans and takes his cock in his hand. Cuddy glances at it then has an horrific face:

"What are you doing?"

He doesn't reply, looks down at his phone.

"I'm hard", he texts.

"Really?" Connelly texts back. "Too bad your phone sucks so much I can't get a picture."

"I'm stroking myself. Help me with that."

"Ok … Hmm… I am too", Connelly texts.

"I'm thinking about your pussy right now. How wet are you?"

"I'm very wet as I'm in my bath. Dummy."

"You know what I'm talking about. Don't play with me."

"I'm very wet. In every way. How hard are you?"

"Not bad. Could be better."

"Imagine I'm sucking you then."

House closes his eyes and bites his lip. This simple sentence has make his cock swollen suddenly.

"You're disgusting", he hears Cuddy say.

"Oh shut up."

"I'm going in the bathroom", she disdainfully says.

He doesn't reply. He starts stroking himself, doing what Connelly told him. He receives another text:

"Is it good?"

He smiles then replies:

"Yeah. Quite. But not as good as when it's your hand. Or your mouth. Or your pussy."

"Btw, would you like to bugger me once?"

He groans with pleasure, new images tumbling out in his head. He imagines her ass, he can sees it in his head, but he wonders how it is to be inside. He imagines her tightness, how hot it must be in there. God, he feels he's already gonna come. He feels like a 14 years old. Connelly has an effect on him no other woman has ever had.

"You're dead?"

He smiles at this new message.

"I was imagining how it should be to fuck your ass babe."

In Princeton, Connelly smiles with delight. It's one of the first times he gives her a sweet name. She loves it, even more when it's so unusual. She replies:

"I love when you call me this way."

"What way?" House replies, all smile.

"Babe… For example."

"Ok…"

"I'd like that. You fucking my ass."

"Have you already done it?"

"Yeah."

"Did you like it?"

"No."

House holds back a disappointed sigh:

"Then forget it", he sincerely texts.

"Why?!"

"Because you don't like it. I don't want to force you to do something you don't enjoy."

"Oooooh, you're so cute… But if I propose you, it's because I want it. You're not like my ex-boyfriends. I'm sure you'll make me like it. Even if I suppose it'll hurt at first, knowing the size of little Greg."

"Okay then. I'll be sweet, I promise."

"I trust you."

House closes his eyes, goes on jerking off until he violently comes.

"Did you come?" Connelly asks.

"Yeah".

"Good."

"What about you?"

"I did too. Now I think I'm gonna go to bed."

"Okay. Sweet dreams babe."

"Aww… You too."

House smiles and puts his phone next to him before wiping the sperm away from his belly. Cuddy gets out from the bathroom, her hair wrapped in a towel, wearing one of her sexy baby-doll.

"Right on time", House says. "I'm done."

She winces with disgust:

"Gross".

"What?" House retorts, miming her voice. "You didn't say that before."

"Bastard", she mumbles

She moves the blanket aside, takes off the towel and gets in bed.

"What are you doing?" House asks.

"Getting to bed. It's late and I'm tired."

"I am in the bed."

"I told you you could sleep on the ground."

"My leg hurts. Then don't piss me off."

She doesn't reply anymore and House sighs. He leaves the bed, limps to the bathroom, has a shower. When he's done, he gets back in the room: Cuddy is sleeping. He mutters "Fuck", but joins her, wearing boxer shorts. He grabs a bolster and puts it behind her. He lays next to it, closes his eyes and tries to fall asleep.