Allison Cameron studied her boss's womanly frame, as though it was Michaelangelo's finest work. There was something about Lisa Cuddy, that seemed unearthly and real at the same time.
It was no secret that Cuddy was beautiful. She watched her boss's hips swaying with each step, and lustful thoughts filled her being. The thoughts of Cuddy carrying her to bed, the thoughts of slowly unbuttoning her low cut shirt... made Allison shiver with pleasure. She'd always had a thing for the unattainable-- a future with her dying husband, a relationship with House, and now, the overwhelming desire to make love to the Dean of Medicine.
She made her way out of the case room, and followed Cuddy to her office.
"Dr. Cuddy? May I enter? " she began nervously, "I need your approval for a procedure House wants to perform..."
"Of course," replied Cuddy, "since when do you need permission to enter my office, Dr. Cameron? And as for House, let him speak to me for himself"
"Oh. Alright-" Cameron stopped mid sentence. She could've sworn Cuddy winked at her.
"Alright? Is that all?" Cuddy said huskily.
Gathering all the courage she had, Cameron took a step towards the older woman's desk.
"No, that isn't all," Cameron whispered as she leaned over Cuddy's desk, giving her boss a clear view of her braless chest, "I want to-"
Before she could complete, she felt Cuddy's lips meet hers.
"Oh, Allison, you're such a bottom. You've wanted me for months, and you make your move now? Do you think I can't feel your penetrating gaze on my chest every time I enter the case room? Or that I haven't noticed you staring at my clavicle like you'd want to leave love bites all over? Perhaps you haven't noticed, I've worn this shirt today just..." Cuddy unbuttoned her shirt, "So I can do this".
Cuddy threw her shirt on the floor, exposing her bare breasts.
Cameron's face was flushed pink, her pulse was rapid. She wanted to feel her fingers delve into Lisa Cuddy's core and watch her buckle with pleasure. But before that, Cameron did what she always wanted to do- tease.
She ran her fingers over Cuddy's collarbone nonchalantly, slowly moving down to her left nipple. Without a warning, she pinched it ever so softly. Cuddy let out a gasp.
Her fingers trailed lower, moving across Cuddy's ribcage reached the hem of her pencil skirt.
Cameron played with the hem, causing her muse to moan in frustration. But Cameron didn't stop. Reaching into her skirt, Cameron discovered that her boss wasn't wearing panties. Her fingers ran in circles around Cuddy's sweet spot. Cuddy let out moan after moan and made no attempts to conceal them.
Slipping her index finger into her opening she deftly located Cuddy's g-spot.
The shirtless Cuddy leaned on her chair, her back arching from the sheer pleasure Cameron was making her feel.
"Allison", Cuddy moaned.
"CAMERON! " House yelled.
And Allison Cameron was jolted awake.
"Wet dreams?? Tut tut, we'll see how Chase feels about that" he smirked.
The disoriented Cameron discovered, that she had in fact had a massive wet dream. Her panties were soaked. And Lisa Cuddy was nowhere in sight.
Cameron sighed. She felt different like this wasn't just something she wanted. It was something she needed.
Looking through the glass of the case room, she noticed her muse- Lisa Cuddy walk, her hips swaying, her perfect jaw, those deep eyes, and she remember every time she had felt anything for Cuddy.
This wasn't a quest for the unattainable. This wasn't a wet dream either. It was her subconscious telling her that she was...
...slowly falling in love with Lisa Cuddy