Lisa Cuddy, Dean of Medicine at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital was sexually frustrated. House was partially to blame for this. I say partially, who am I kidding? He was the reason why Cuddy could never have sex with her dates. He had interrupted all the dates she had been on in the past two weeks. He would always claim it was a 'medical emergency' or some other bullshit but Cuddy could see behind the façade that House would present when he wormed his way into whatever restaurant or venue where Cuddy was having her date. There is only so much masturbating that a woman can do before an orgasm or two isn't fulfilling enough. So here she was sat at her desk in her office, watching the nurses bitch about House and his terrible commitment to the clinic. Speaking of the devil, House came out of the exam room, threw the file onto the nurses' station and waltzed his way into her office.
Cuddy clicked her pen on and off and returned her attention to the budget form in front of her when House slammed her office door and pulled the blinds closed. Cuddy huffed in fake annoyance and her chest heaved. House noticed her chest but surprisingly didn't make a sexual comment. The lock flicked and Cuddy crossed her legs under the desk. Now was not the time to alert House that she was in desperate need of a quick fuck.
"I don't have time for your shenanigans today," Cuddy stated, making a note in the margin of the paper.
"I see you're displaying the girls. Couldn't get laid again?" House asked, that annoying smug tone in his voice was already testing Cuddy's fraying temper.
"If I was anyone else, you'd be hit with a sexual harassment lawsuit as soon as you open that mouth of yours." Cuddy bit back and threw the pen down on the desk. House smirked and limped his away across the office but stopped short of her desk.
Cuddy rose from her seat, smoothed out the creases in her skirt and rounded the desk. Once again, she found herself in a stand-off with House.
"So, what is this sudden obsession with one-night stands with random men that you've met on some ridiculously pointless dating site?" House asked, eyeing Cuddy who didn't know whether she wanted to beat House with his cane or fuck him on the sofa in her office.
"I like men. I like sex." Cuddy replied sarcastically, flipping her hair out of her face.
House opened his mouth to speak but no words came out which gave Cuddy the advantage she was hoping for. She looked up at him as she spoke, "Do you like me, House?"
House's hands twitched at his sides. His cane resting on the chair beside him. He stepped forward, forcing Cuddy to step back and the back of her thighs hit the cool wood of her desk. She never broke eye contact with him and the heat between her legs had increased tenfold. House's pupils had darkened and Cuddy smirked, knowing that she had just an effect on him as he did her. cuddy was sure that House could feel the heat radiating from her. Cuddy moved away from House, not by much, but it still gave her an advantage. House turned himself so he was facing Cuddy before he strode forward, trapping her between his frame and the wall behind her.
She let out a low and breathy sound when her back hit the wall and House's cane hit the floor. They stayed in this position, just staring at each other, occasionally allowing their gaze to drop to the other's lips before returning to their eyes. Cuddy knew her pupils had blown; her pulse was racing and the increased wetness between her thighs was driving her insane. When House tilted his head to press a kiss to Cuddy's neck, she tilted her head to give him more access. The burn of his stubble against her smooth skin further lit the fire and she tugged on House's shirt, pulling him closer. He smirked into her skin and found the sensitive spot under her ear to nip at. Cuddy's grip tightened on House's shirt and she bit her lip to suppress a moan.
When House pulled back, Cuddy immediately missed the contact but it was obvious that House was in pain from standing in the awkward position. She gestured to the sofa and House nodded. He limped the short distance to the sofa while Cuddy bent down and retrieved his cane. She sensed he was staring at her ass and it sent a shiver up her spine. With the cane now resting next to the sofa, Cuddy kicked off her heels and gently lowered herself into House's lap until she was straddling him (being mindful of his leg). House swallowed two Vicodin dry and turned his full attention to the beautiful woman on his lap.
"I never pegged you for a workplace sex kinda gal," House whispered before Cuddy pressed a passionate kiss to his lips. Their tongues soon for dominance and for once, House let Cuddy take control. He was surrendering himself which wasn't lost to her. He pulled her jumper out from her skirt and let his fingers trace the soft skin of her toned stomach. Cuddy ground her core into House's jean-clad erection and the heat was intoxicating. Their movements came to a halt when someone knocked loudly on the office door. House slapped a hand over Cuddy's mouth as he sucked on her exposed collarbone, purposely leaving a mark (that she would fight to cover up before her meeting). The person three more times before disappearing. Cuddy bit down on House's calloused hand causing him to let out a low growl and it was Cuddy's turn to smirk.
"Ever wonder why you can't get laid?" Cuddy asked, running her fingers through House's short hair, his hands stopped on the zipper at the side of her skirt when Cuddy tugged on his hair. When House refused to answer, Cuddy pulled her hand out of House's hair and worked on undoing his jeans.
"Ever wonder why you can't get laid?" House parroted back, finally pulling the zipper on Cuddy's skirt down. The tight material relaxed and House pushed the skirt up her thighs. His fingers leaving little fires everywhere they touched. Cuddy's thighs were trembling and she was so close to getting that release she needed. House's fingers pulled on her lacy thong and his middle finger brushed her clit, eliciting a loud moan from Cuddy. Their positioning was awkward but they made it work. House lent further back into the cushion of the sofa while Cuddy rose to her knees which were digging firmly into the spongy cushion. The pink jumper now laid discarded on the floor with her killer heels. The lace of her bra created the perfect friction against her nipples, House's long fingers penetrating her heat and the thrill of staying quiet was all that Cuddy needed.
As her climax overcame her, House's hand pressed against her mouth and she welcomed the feeling. The office phone rang and Cuddy sighed. She assumed that she was already late to her meeting when House gently pulled his fingers out from inside Cuddy and let her go. She quickly got dressed, threw a box of tissues at House and rushed into her private bathroom to fix her hair plus hid the love bite that House had so graciously given her. Before leaving the office, she pressed a soft kiss to House's lips, cupped his cheek and told him to return to her office before he went home later that day.
As it turns out, Cuddy was not late for her meeting. She was on time and worked through her presentation thoroughly. Every once in a while, her mind would flick back to House and the feel of his lips on her neck, making a slight blush creep up her neck. No one seemed to notice Cuddy's flushed appearance at the end of the meeting. She made a quick exit, claiming she had an urgent phone call in the next few minutes and the members were happy to let her go. They seemed satisfied with her presentation and the general running of the hospital. She rushed through the clinic and was surprised to see the nurses praising House for his sudden enthusiasm for clinic duty. Cuddy smirked to herself as she closed the office behind her and rested her back on it, thinking about what her evening with House might involve.