Flare
Chapter XIV:
Author's Note: This story is just like, falling out of me, what can I say? LoL! There's still a lot to happen so don't worry, I'll probably make it up to 20 chapters! Thanks for continuing support and all that, love you guys!
There they were, it was Christmas Eve and Cuddy had arrived with House at the hospital party. It was about seven o'clock at night and the party was grand. Amber surely had spared no expense, but with the way she had of fucking everything that came into her path it was no surprise that she somehow had gotten funding for this event.
It was around this time that Cuddy was used to injecting demoral but had put it off to get in the car with House to come to the party. She excused herself, saying she had to go to the bathroom and crutched her way out of House's sight. Once in the bathroom she found an empty stall and sat down on the toilet seat. She removed her sensible shoe and protective sock before getting the demoral out of her purse. She knew it was dangerous keeping it in there because if House had decided he wanted to go in there for any reason he would find it.
However, he hadn't caught her and the last dose was in the vial. She pulled it out greedily with the needle and injected it into her foot. Instantly that familiar feeling passed over her and her body relaxed. She was ready for a night of Christmas joy.
When she came out of the bathroom she did not see House anywhere, but there was an open bar so she assumed that he was somewhere in that vicinity. It was hard making her way through the crowd on crutches, and on demoral, she kept bumping into people and almost falling over. That's when Amber quickly started to approach her, holding a small, gift wrapped box in her hand.
"Doctor Cuddy! You made it!" She said happily and wrapped her arms around Cuddy in an exaggerated hug. Cuddy rolled her eyes, in reality she had only met Amber about twice in her life, why was the woman so happy to see her? "This is for you. I get gifts for everyone so don't read into it." With that she shoved the gift wrapped box into Cuddy's hands.
"Thank you?" Cuddy said, dumfounded.
"Open it later. It's just for you." Amber said seriously, then winked and made her way back through the crowd quickly. Cuddy looked at the box and seriously thought of just throwing it in the trash. She didn't need any kind of gift from Amber, especially since she didn't need to be in debt to that woman in any kind of way. She knew how hard Amber rode House at work and had already formed an opinion of her through that. How could Amber even expect her to accept the gift?
Instead of tossing it, she shoved it into her purse. Now it was time to find House. On her way through the crowd she managed to put her crutch down on Chase's foot. He yelped out in surprise and pain, turning to see who did it, a cuss word on his lips. Then he saw it was just his old boss. She smiled at him, slightly embarrassed.
"Sorry Chase."
"Cuddy!" He said, a little surprised. She hadn't seen him or Cameron since she had left the hospital. She had talked to him on the phone of course, same with Cameron, but it was a little different seeing him in person. "You look great." He said and then made a move to hug her. She hugged him back, looking around for his girlfriend.
"Where's Cameron?"
"Getting drinks. The line at the bar is as far as the eye can see." Chase said, "Where are you headed? You look like you are on a mission."
"Just to find House, I came here with him at his insistence and I am going to spend time with him." She replied with a laugh. She really didn't want to be there anyway, it was so alien to her, being back in a familiar place that she didn't run any longer. Soon, she told herself, but not today.
"Good luck! This place is packed!" Chase replied, having to shout to be heard over everyone. Cuddy nodded slightly.
"Give Cameron my regards." Cuddy said and then she was off again. The noise was making her head spin and all she really wanted to do was sit down. She sighed and started to make her way toward the bar again. House had to be somewhere, didn't he?
As she was looking for House, the last thing that occurred to her was that he was in Amber's office...her office. House had been pulled in there along with Wilson and both of the drinks he was holding. One was for Cuddy of course. Amber locked the doors behind them and shut the blinds. No one was really in this section of the hospital anyway, but it was clear to House that he was about to be a part of something he didn't want to be.
For the past few weeks, leading up to this party, House had only been in contact with Wilson on the phone. During work he and Wilson avoided each other, or staged arguments. They didn't want Amber to know they were working together to bring her down and it looked like she was believing the whole song and dance.
"Finally, I got you two in the same room." Amber said, sitting down behind her desk, putting her feet up on it. She removed a cigar from a box and cut the end off with a gold cutter. "Now be like good friends and kiss and make up." She reached for a lighter and flicked up a flame, lighting the cigar.
"Look, Amber, after what I did to you, you really think I want to be in a room with your boyfriend?" House said, really stressing the fact that he had done something to her and sarcastically nonetheless.
"I said kiss and make up." She demanded. House looked at Wilson who wasn't saying anything. In fact he was in the process of downing whatever it was he had gotten to drink. House looked at his scotch on the rocks and then Cuddy's vodka and cranberry juice. In three quick gulps the scotch was gone and he set the glass down on Amber's desk.
"I'm sorry, James." House said through clenched teeth, like he was really mad. Wilson knew that he wasn't mad but had to keep up the charade. House held his hand out for Wilson to shake, "Friends?" House could feel Amber's gaze on them, she was waiting for something, but what? Wilson set his empty glass down and shook House's hand sarcastically.
"Can I go now?" Wilson asked.
"Not until you actually kiss." Amber said, puffing on her cigar. Wilson's jaw dropped open and House just started to fume. The horrible thing about this was she was going to get what she wanted. If they exposed what they knew right then, it was over for House. He so badly needed to get dirt on her that he couldn't balk over this. At least not too much.
"The fuck is your game lady?"
"You will both do what I say, when I say it. Is that clear?" Amber said in a stone cold bitch voice.
"Amber, I'm not kissing him." Wilson said definitively, "That's just ridiculous." House realized that Amber wasn't about to get off on the homoerotic act, but the fact that she could make them do what she wanted and they didn't have a choice. He didn't like this angle of her at all, not that he liked any other.
"If you ever want to fuck this woman again you'll-"
"I'll tell you want I want you-"
"WILSON!" House snapped, he was able to tell that Wilson was going to go on a tirade and expose the whole thing. If kissing a guy meant saving his own ass he would. "It's fine."
"House, I don't think you-"
"Yeah I thought this through. There's no one here, and if she tells anyone they will think it's a joke. Trust me." House said. He then downed Cuddy's drink and slammed the glass down onto the floor where it shattered. Amber laughed and puffed some more on her cigar. Was she drunk? Drunk with power he was guessing.
House moved into Wilson and placed his forehead against the other man's. That's when they both started to talk softly, back and fourth through clenched teeth. Soft enough that not even Amber could hear them.
"House just tell her what we know."
"Wilson, buddy, that's not going to happen."
"This kiss is what's not going to happen."
"Oh like hell it won't. We need to keep her at bay."
"At what cost? Our dignity?"
"Just shut up and do it."
"What's with all the pillow talk? I said kiss dammit!" Amber said and reached for her drink. House closed his eyes and leaned in closer, being quick about it, but before their lips could actually touch, the doors to the office started to rattle loudly like someone was trying to get in. Amber groaned in frustration, and House immediately pulled away from Wilson, giving him a wide berth.
"HOUSE? CAMERON SAID YOU CAME IN HERE!" It was Cuddy's voice, and he had never been happier to hear her then at that moment. "The lights are on, I know someone is in there." Amber growled something under her breath, got up from the desk and opened the door. By the time it was open she had composed herself and had a very fake smile on her face.
"Hello Doctor Cuddy." Amber said sweetly, "How can we help you?"
"Just-" Cuddy looked at Amber suspiciously for a moment, "Wanted to come get House." House gave her a look as if he couldn't thank her enough for interrupting at that exact moment. She in turn looked like she could tell something bad had been going on, although he wasn't about to tell her what, even if she asked.
"Everything is fine, lets go Cuddy." House said and then walked over to her, putting his arm around her gently. He turned to look at Amber and she was glaring daggers at him. From the angle he was at Cuddy couldn't see around him to see the look on the bitch's face. Nor could Cuddy see House's facial expression. So, he stuck his tongue out at her and turned back to Cuddy. "So you saw Cameron? That must have been refreshing." Together they left the office, House's hands were still trembling slightly.
Around nine o'clock, Cuddy was drunk and high. If she had both her feet that would have been about the time she would have started dancing and singing to the Christmas music. As it was, though, she couldn't and she knew that. Instead she excused herself from the table she was sitting at with House and got to the elevator. She wanted to open the gift that Amber had given her, but she had been told to open it alone, and that was exactly what she was going to do.
With great effort she pulled herself into an exam room and shut the door behind her. Finally some peace and quiet, she could actually think in there, as fucked up as her thoughts were at that point. She literally fell into one of the chairs and pulled her purse into her lap. She removed the box and opened it up. Inside was the all too familiar brown package that would hold her demoral fix. There was a note attached to it.
Dear Cuddy,
Have a very merry Christmas.
Mickey
So Amber was Mickey? Oh this was so good it had to be fattening, she had to tell House right away. It would make his day, his week, his year! But wait, if she told him he'd know. He'd know everything, about her drug usage (which she didn't think was that horrible anyway) and how she had gone through his stuff to get Slash's number. Shit. She was really trapped now. She needed the demoral, not just want, need! It was at a point where she was hooked and the thought of taking the drug away just made her sick and nervous. No, she wouldn't tell House. She would remain calm and just go about her business. What would be the point anyway? She didn't want to get arrested too.
Slowly the door opened next to her, she turned her head to see Amber standing there. The bitch had trailed her to the empty exam room. "So you opened it I see." She said.
"Yeah, I did, Mickey." Cuddy replied, shakily getting to her feet. Amber came over to her and pushed her back down into the chair before getting down and pulling her into a passionate kiss. Cuddy was completely confused by this and did not kiss back, so in reality it was like Amber was kissing a dead fish. After a moment of her brain scrambling to tell her what to do, she shoved Amber away and swallowed the bile rising in her throat.
"No, you see, you kiss back now." Amber growled, leaning in to kiss her again. Cuddy pulled her hand back and slapped Amber as hard as she could in her drunken state.
"No, I don't do shit for you lady."
"Then I guess someone wants House to find out about their demoral addiction." Amber threatened. Cuddy took in a gasp of air. It was true, Amber could expose her, but...
"You can't expose me without exposing yourself." Cuddy said, trying to shy away, making herself as small in the chair as she possible could. There was no way she wanted to be molested by this sick freak. Amber brought her hands up and placed them on Cuddy's breasts, massaging them gently through the fabric of her dress.
"Oh can't I? Anonymous letters go a long way. Besides, if I just point out to House that you were "acting funny" at the party, a little worm will get in his brain and-"
"FINE! What do you want me to do?" Cuddy snapped at her, realizing, drunkenly, that she had no choice in the matter. Had she been sober she might have been able to think her way out of this. Amber had caught her at the perfect time. The bitch really was cold and calculating.
"Kiss me back and see where it leads." Amber purred and then placed her lips over Cuddy's again. As Cuddy held back tears of shame, she began to kiss back. There really was no choice at that point. At least her baked mind couldn't come up with one. As she kissed Amber she tried to think of House but all she could smell around her was Amber's perfume and a hint of cigar smoke.
After a moment of kissing, Amber slipped her hand under Cuddy's dress, going for her panties. Cuddy knew that the woman wanted some sort of release out of this, either one would do. The thing about Amber was the power factor, she would get off no matter who actually had the orgasm.
The hand slid into Cuddy's panties and started to touch her expertly. Her body rebelled against her and started to become aroused, even though it was the last thing that she ever wanted. Amber moved her lips from Cuddy's and went to her neck, kissing, sucking and licking the tender skin there. Cuddy swallowed the bile down again, it wasn't that she had never entertained the thought of being with another female, but not in a million years would Amber EVER be that female.
"You like this." Amber growled into her ear, and then bit down on the earlobe. A chill rushed through Cuddy's body and Amber's fingers moved in and out.
"It's rape and you know it." Cuddy gasped, her hips coming down, aching for more contact. She cursed herself and her body's responses. She couldn't show Amber she liked this, she just couldn't, and yet her body just wouldn't turn off.
"Then why are you so fucking wet?" Amber purred. Cuddy groaned and jerked, trying to pull away, but she couldn't. She could only pray that House was being his nosy self and looking for her at that very moment. He wasn't though, she didn't know that he had pulled Wilson into his office and was arguing with him at that very moment. There would be no knight in shining armor for her this time.
When she orgasmed, it wasn't a body wracking one. She cried out slightly and tried to push Amber back, signaling that it had been done. Amber smiled and removed her hand, bringing her fingers to Cuddy's lips. "Lick them clean."
"Are you insane?" Cuddy cried, already completely humiliated by the whole ordeal.
"DO IT LISA!" Amber screeched. Cuddy bit her bottom lip and slowly placed her mouth over Amber's fingers, sucking and licking them clean. Sure she had tasted herself before, that wasn't the problem, the problem was the act, the humiliation, the shame. After a moment she pulled her head away in disgust and turned so she wasn't facing her attacker. A tear rolled down her cheek and she wiped it away angrily. "Now you see I have total control. Of EVERYTHING." Amber insisted and then left the exam room with a bounce in her step. All Cuddy could do was curl up in her chair and cry.
A/N: Yeah Amber's that much of a bitch LoL! Like I tried to convey, she is neither gay nor straight, or even bi, she gets off on power and will dominate anyone and anything that gets in her path. Sorry about the almost forced Hilson. That's not what I'm about, I just wanted to show how fucked up Amber and this situation is. Thank you and please keep reviewing!