Mysterious Stranger: Chapter 27

A/N: My apologies again for the length (sorry Lena and Kharmon4). I needed to end it when I did to keep the mood of the chappie in check. Finally some honest to goodness HUDDY action! Thanks for the comments and reviews! -- Lena, not lupus, kharmon4, Critical Blues and Casper1311. I love feedback! And there is a new episode TOMORROW, woot! Exams over on Thursday and then I can really get cracking. So you should see longer chapters and the end of this story soon. Thanks for reading; enjoy!


"Hmm, you smell good, greg." He couldn't help smiling. She was still drunk off her keyster. Another disturbing thought popped in his head, since when did she call him greg? Food for thought.

Curious, he pulled away to get a look at her face. She'd opened her eyes and had a lazy smile lying across her face. Cuddy stuck out her bottom lip and huffed trying to blow the lock of hair out of her eyes. Her arms were pinned to her sides by his embrace and her hands stuck out at awkward angles. She had begun to get frustrated at the stubborn piece of hair and he couldn't help but be amused. He'd always found her entertaining when she was aggravated or angry. He shifted his arm and brushed the hair from her eyes. She gave him that patented Cuddy look –I could have done that myself thank you very much! His response was a dry chuckle.

It seemed that her appreciation of his 'good smell' had quickly dissipated into a more familiar aggravation and annoyance by his presence. Lisa Cuddy stared at him intensely. She had to focus hard; from her point of view he seemed to be moving back and forth rather rapidly causing the details of his face to blur.

House frowned at her concentration. She'd been quiet for too long. And a quiet Cuddy was a dangerous Cuddy. He didn't like the look she was giving him. He didn't think he'd ever seen it before. Then he leaned back a little more allowing the dim light to fall on her face and saw that her pupils were dilated. She must've been having trouble focusing. The gravity of the situation returning him he went straight into doctor mode. Slowly he lowered her to the floor, first checking her pulse then her temperature. Satisfied by his inspection the long forgotten questions bubbled to the front of his brain—to start off with why was she drinking? Who was she drinking with? Or, rather who had gotten her this drunk? When and why did he leave? He gave her a stern and steely stare, readying himself to launch into grand inquisitor mode.

Cuddy's eyes fluttered shut when her head hit the pillow again, the decreased proximity from the man causing her head to clear, if only slightly and fleetingly. For as soon as his long fingers encircled her wrist, her pulse quickened and the haze returned. When the cool flat of his palm pressed against her forehead she felt heat flare up within her. His touch absent once more, the fog lifted long enough for her to act on her next coherent thought—he was too damn far away. Without a moment's hesitation Lisa Cuddy twirled her fingers expertly round his shirt and with surprising strength for one her size and in a state such as she was, pulled the man down.

House's questions flew out the preverbal window as the distance between himself and this woman shrank dramatically. He was at a loss for how it had happened. His brain sprinted to calculate what exactly had transpired. He had been thinking and then… but the synapses in his brain refused to fire and his mind's workings ground to a screeching halt at the words she ground out in a breathless and sultry voice, "just shut up and kiss me." Dumbfounded House stared down at the woman he was lying on top of. It was one of the few times he would comply with her orders.

Their lips met. Want and lust that had stockpiled itself for the past twenty years yielded up in the abandon of the moment when their body's crashed together. Hungry for more contact, starved of such attention and sizzling response the pile of limbs on the floor rolled across the floor. Momentum increased with excitement at the rub and tug of tousled clothes and bodies as they tumbled over the pillows and throws dotting the living room floor. It seemed like eternity before they parted again, deferring to the essential need of oxygen only when the stars swirled behind shut eyes. Neither one wishing to open them for fear of what they might find. That it was a dream, a figment of the imagination, or perhaps even more frightening that it was real. Breathing ragged as they parted slightly. Lisa's back jammed against the base of her sofa her fingers still woven greedily into the front of his shirt.

She dared to, she had to know—swallowing her fear and preparing to gulp down her pride Lisa opened her eyes to find herself entwined in the very willing and quite strong arms of Gregory House. Stunned didn't cover the half of it. She might have been drunk off her ass, but even a true bender wouldn't put her off the fact that something more than lust simmered below the surface of his ribcage. His shallow breath warm on her cheeks and the thump of his heart pounded in his chest through her fingers and to her own heart. Which, she was keenly aware was in perilously close to breaking at any moment.

With much trepidation House raised his eyes meeting her glassy ones. Truth shown through the intense blue stare emitted from both faces. He didn't bother to cover it up. He couldn't think that far ahead. The contact with her which had been forbidden for so long melted his brain. Instincts trumped intellect as he sighed tightening his grip on her and resting his forehead on hers.


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