Hide and Seek
Author: NinjaShadow
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Chapter 2
Cuddy lay in her bed slipping in and out of sleep, never truly waking until 6:30 am. The alarm screamed at her until she reached over. When she finally found the button to shut it up, she noticed something was not quite right with the picture. First her clothes were strung out everywhere, and she was naked under her covers, then she realized not all of them where HER clothes. She supported her self with her elbow. Who the hell are those? She searched the room to find more clues before she would turn around to face who was next to her. Not knowing who would be there was a scary thought not to mention embarrassing.
She had spotted a golden Cufflink on her night-stand next to her lamp, she started to reach for it maybe it's his, oh GOD! I hope it's a him, by the looks of the clothes they are, ok Lisa quietly now she was almost there.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" a deep ruff voice came behind her.
She jumped 3 feet in the air and nearly wet herself. She flipped around facing the source of the sound that startled her. And he was lying there, smirking like a twelve-year-old boy who just pulled a prank, and was deeply impressed with his own work.
"Balthazar?" She spit out in shock.
"Yes?"
She looked around.
"What are you doing in my bed?"
"I WAS sleeping, till you moved, I scared you and now we are talking"
"Let me rephrase: How did you end up in my bed"
"Oh, that...you don't remember?"
"No"
"How depressing"
"Answer me, please"
He took a deep breath. "Well to make a correction it isn't your bed, it's OUR bed, we had sex in it as couples do. I had gone to sleep shortly after you did, which didn't take long, you were pretty drunk"
She stared at him for a moment
"Um, I hate to inform you, Balthazar, but we are not a couple" she looked at him with cold eyes. "Just because we had sex doesn't make us anything, especially since we were or at least I was drunk"
She took a moment to let that hit him as an accusation. "We barely know each other enough to call each other friend."
She finished, satisfied she had told him where to go, without actually having to say "go to hell" which is what she was thinking. She had respected this man before as a colleague, but had never considered dating him, she was too busy to date anyone. She only met him at dinner parties and had taken a liking to his company, he was funny, smart, down to earth, thoughtful, attractive, tall, strong, always well dressed, but to date him was another story, she would need more time to get to know him at the very least, well, that's what she told herself, she was a bit angry at the moment and tried to suppress her memories about dreaming of him and her while she lay in bed, each time they had met at conferences, she was sure he did the same, it was the only reason she allowed herself to flirt with him so much. Of course now seeing his vanity, she was sure that was a no-go on the dating, how dare he tell her what they were or were not.
"Uh, I hate to burst your bubble, but we are" he lifted his hand from under the covers.
"A ring so what" She was laughing inside what a jerk He was married and thought she was going to play mistress.
"Take a look at your left hand" He smiled
Uh-OH, She was afraid to look, but she did anyway. And there was a diamond beautiful ring, a large diamond in the middle and 3 smaller ones to each side, a white-gold band wrapped around her finger, with small golden script font that wrote "Balthazar Zerstören & Lisa Cuddy"
"So? You proposed to me when I was drunk and put your ring on to" She wasn't sure she believed it but the alternative, well that was out of the question.
He reached his arm around his side of the bed, obtaining a picture and a document, and handed it to Cuddy.
She glared and snatched them from him. They were official documents for marriage in the state of New Jersey in recognition of the unity of "Balthazar Zerstören & Lisa Cuddy". He had gone with her to the bars, waited until she was drunk and married her, then took advantage of her drunkenness, how could he, the bastard.
She looked at the picture, she was wearing a gorgeous off-white silk dress that was tight to her body, spaghetti straps that came down until it hit the top of her chest, it allowed for a small amount of cleavage flowing all the way down until it touched the floor surrounding her feet and then some, it was amazing. He was next to her, arm around her waist in a silver pinstripe suit a white dress shirt with a silver tie a white pocket square, and black leather shoes, his hair was combed back showing, in full, his widows peak that was retreating further and still he looked dashing, she almost got lost in the beauty of the picture, for a small church it was astonishing and she began to wish she'd remember. She did not look drunk which was odd, neither did he, humph, she recalled why she was looking at the picture.
"You got me drunk and married me"
"Make that 'WE' got drunk"
"Then how come you remember it?"
"I always remember what I do when I get drunk, but that doesn't mean I have control of what I'm doing, no more then you had, when you suggested we should do it"
"I DIDN'T SUGGEST ANYTH-----Oh" She cut off. Oh No, she remembered something, it was her that suggested it, and he really was drunk, maybe even more so then her DAMN IT, she couldn't blame him anymore, he didn't know what he was doing, Lisa you only had to keep your mouth shut, Marriage,where the hell would I come up with an idiotic idea like that, even if I was drinking. She lay next to him still on her side.
"Sorry I--"
He raised his hand to stop her.
"You have nothing to be sorry about, this is both of our faults" He had remained calm during her rant. Something else she liked about him, his patients settled her more though she was still embarrassed at her nasty attitude with him.
She shook her head "I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions"
"You had every reason to"
She had almost forgotten his slight German accent, she normally didn't like German accents but his was so slight it added a bit of a seductive sound to it, it was very attractive. She smiled to herself.
"What is the smile for dear?"
She almost forgot he was there.
"Nothing" she flat out lied.
"I am a psychologist, I know when people are lying" He smiled back, one eyebrow twitching faintly, giving the impression he was aware of her fantasizing and was returning impure thoughts of her.
He reached over and slid his hand over her stomach and moved slowly to her hip, his hands were warm, exciting her skin. She smiled again and traced her index finger up his forearm, he had large muscles, she really wished she would remember the intimacy part of last night now, he seemed like he was gifted in bed, Well at least I found an attractive husband, even if I would have to divorce him, married a day and already thinking of divorce, of course it's not like I love him we were drunk. I had to get drunk to find a good man, why couldn't I do that sober. Well maybe I could keep him for a while, just for curiosity sake. She was intrigued by the thought of exploring him while she was sober. And it dawned on her she had to work. She grabbed his arm and shook her head.
"I have to go to work today, and we should likely talk more of this marriage thing"
"It would probably be best I suppose" He smiled increased "I think I saw this episode on the Twilight Zone"
"What happened?"
"They stayed together, kind of like a fairy tale, Snow White wakes up to her prince or something to that effect"
She giggled "I suppose you would undoubtedly be my prince?"
"I could be" His hand never left her hip he lifted his nose in the air put on large grin and spoke in a British accent, he was fairly good at it "I am quite charming if I do say so myself"
She couldn't argue with that, he was charming, handsome, charismatic, just about every aspect she had thought she would want in a man. Why had it not occurred to her earlier, during previous meetings at various dinner parties that he would be a good boyfriend? That was a question that could only be answered with her lack of attention to her love life; she poured herself into her work.
She had gotten up to get in her shower. Who was she kidding, she barely had time to date, let alone take care of a life with a husband. As enticing as he was, how would they maintain a marriage, divorce was the answer, and then maybe she would date him, wait Lisa doesn't that seem backwards. He did seem just as interested in her as she was in him. She got dressed in a pair of grey pants, a white dress shirt sleeves cutting off at her elbow and a grey vest on top of that matching her pants. She decided on her hair being straight today. She had been blessed with hair that looked good in curls of any kind or straight it didn't matter.
"So I was thinking, maybe we should, I don't know try dating or something, I mean we did marry and it's not like we hate each other, what's the point in divorcing if we... want to date" She was nervous, but had to put the question out there.
He had put on his dark blue moderately baggy jeans that he had worn the night before, just so he wouldn't be naked walking to the shower. He was holding his black Ozzy t-shirt and boxers, she hadn't realized how rugged he was, and again she fell into her small dream world, grinning.
"Well, I guess that would make some sense" He snapped her back to the present "I had thought of asking you to dinner I believe this would be as good of a time as any" He smirked and made his way to the shower passing her. He grasped her ass, she squealed, as he took off into the bathroom beaming, slamming the door behind him. She giggled, well it's a good thing he's fun.
TBC... hopefully if i get feedback...