Hi everyone! I just realised it's already been one week. I'm terrible at keeping track of the time, apparently. Sorry about that.
Quick update on what is going on here : I have currently pretty much run out of inspiration for this story. But the point of this story was to get myself to write again, and I've just started working on FTCTTG and I have some ideas for another Breaktime chapter. I still have a few drabbles waiting to be published. Inspiration will come back sooner or later. But you will definitely see more of me (hopefully really soon!)
This drabble is set in season 6, not long after Known Unknowns. It's kinda angsty. Rated T for a reason, precisely sexual situations. Enjoy ;)
6. I dreamt about you last night.
Of course the woman was going to haunt his dreams too.
It apparently wasn't enough that he fantasised about her daily.
Ever since the conference, he'd had these recurring dreams with her. One of his favourite fantasies, except more vivid and detailed.
Had Wilson known about this, he would have told him all about how he was in love with her and longing for her and how he had to take the bull by its horns and ask her out already. Gee, thanks.
She always marched to his office, clad in a low-cut white blouse which left most of her red bra visible and a skin tight black skirt, closed the blinds but did not lock the door. Without a word, she walked up to him, sitting in his desk chair, hiked up her skirt to reveal stockings attached to a garter belt, and knelt down before him. She went down on him, making obscene, satisfied noises.
Sometimes, when he was seeking a quick get-off, someone would walk in and find the boss kneeling down with his cock in her mouth. He never imagined what happened next.
But his subconscious obviously wanted more; because even after he was done, he'd bend her over his desk and take her roughly from behind. And that's where the problem was: she'd tell him she loved him while he possessed her. And he'd say it back while he came undone once again.
When he woke up that morning, he wasn't surprised to find tented sheets for the fifth night in a row.
Take the bulls by its horns and ask her out already!
Oh, hell.
Well, something had to be done.
Once he'd set foot in the hospital, he headed directly to her office and pushed the door open. "I dreamt about you last night," he meant to say, but when he saw Lucas sitting across from her, the words died before they even reached his lips.
"Hi House," that little shit said smugly. Cuddy just looked at him with sad eyes and pursed her lips.
Right. He seemed to have omitted that small detail.
"What's up?" she asked, hoping to lift the sudden tension in the room.
He couldn't think of a lie or a clever retort, and just walked out instead.
Looked like he'd be pulling an all-nighter tonight, maybe have a drink or two.
That sounded about right.