Ok told you I would get the next one up soon. I want more reviews than chapter 11 got otherwise I won't post the next chapter...which as you have guessed is going to be the finale and one more chapter will follow that. However no reviews mean no Houddy smut…taps fingers I will be waiting!
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Reviewers:
RogueButterfly: Cuddy will get her revenge. You won't feel sorry for her for long!
eac-dudette: I would love to play that game too…he could play with me any time!
Kris the fanficaholic: here's some cookies to keep you going until the next chapter, wouldn't want you to starve while waiting IMPATIENTLY by your computer.
runningismyhigh: thank you! I felt as I had been away I should get the next one up soon. Hope you like this one too!
IndigoE: I love the testing and resisting. You always need to build up to the climax and House and Cuddy jumping into bed together will always be the climax for me in any fic! I'm pleased these are keeping you satisfied…don't worry the smut will be in the next chapter!
HouseAddiction; breath, breath…don't die on me I need the reviews. And yes there probably is going to be a sequel. I might call it re-match or something but I have another fic in the works called I bruise easily which will be a bit more Angst than this one, much darker. Something different. But will end up with House and Cuddy at the end of Course!
Tobylove: whoops don't fall off!
Chromo26: had to use it...it was just to good not to. Thank you for putting the word into my head!
luv2luv-Hugh: just wait and see what she does…this is one of my favourite chapters. I wrote most of it while talking to you lol. A choker to cover up a hickey…tut tut what were you doing with one it the first place?
samanthaon: does he always win? I think Cuddy can give as good as she gets, wait and see what I mean!
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Interesting Entertainment
She was biding her time in a similar way to House not wanting to rush make him pay for her hours of anguish over her wardrobe, the many voices that followed her round the hospital as she walked through it halls in various polar necks hiding the slowly fading blemish he had sucked onto her skin. Unlike House she didn't avoid him, finding him at every possible moment, making him jump, wary whether this was the time she would attempt to score.
His shot was still imprinted in her memory. The kiss still lingered on her lips his touch, taste and scent only fuelling her desire but she refused to have her attention distracted by her hormones her heart pulled her towards him but her head pulled away and that's what she intended to do, play the game with the aim to win.
Cuddy was an opportunist, she took the moments that were presented to her and used them to her advantage and an opportunity had just rushed by her in the form of Gregory House with vomit dripping of his pant leg. Obviously a patient had decided to spurt their lunch all over him, whether it was deliberate would remain unknown but knowing House and his relationship with members of the public she suspected it was.
Bad for him, good for her; she followed at a distance watching him making sure he didn't see a file in hand covering her face. Once out of sight of any members of staff she slipped her heels from her feet, the tell tale sound would alert him to her presence and the last thing she needed was House to be aware of what she was planning to do because that would leave her vulnerable open for House to make his move to win and there was no way she was going to let that happen.
She watched from a distance as his dipped down grasping clean clothes from his bag and slinging them over his shoulder before exiting his office and limping down the hall in the direction of the showers. She continued to stalk him, hoping no one could see her, a dean walking around the hospital in bare foot would set the gossip mill going and alongside this and her unusual summer attire a fair few questions and theories would be thrown about and the last thing she needed right now was more shots being hammered in her direction she had enough work just trying to deflect House's.
She watched him enter the Mens' shower rooms and hovered outside. She heard the tell tale click of the door, the sound of his fly being lowered as he trousers were removed from his body, part of her wishing it was her fingers working over him rather than his own.
The gush of water drew her back from her thoughts. She waited patiently to ensure he was definitely in the shower before glancing round the hall, going into a Mens' shower room wouldn't only turn the gossip mill it would set it on fire.
Drawing her keys from her pocket she winced at the light jangle as they clinked together. She slid the largest one into the lock and turned it ever so slowly feeling the lock give way.
Shuffling into the shower rooms she stilled outside his door, her mind briefly divided between what she came to do and what she'd like to do. Her senses were very aware of the fact that only a door separated her from a wet, hot, naked House who was currently soaping up his body, shrouded in steam.
The shower clicked off and she froze petrified that he was going to come out and discover her then nothing would separate her from him and that was an unwanted situation at this point in the game. Luckily for her though, a few moments later it clicked back on and the disturbance had brought her back on track. Stooping she gathered up his clothes and towel leaving no scrap of material behind before withdrawing a note form her pocket and depositing it on the bench and darting out the room. Slipping her heels back on in the hall she teetered down to her office at a fast pace, earning a few funny looks from passers by at the items of clothing dangling over her arms.
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House remained oblivious of the events unfolding around him. The gushing of water round his ears as the soap ran through his fingers coating his body in white froth, quickly whipped away by the water as it trickled over his frame.
His mind was running through recent images in his head all containing one Dr Cuddy the most recent of cause was her face only inches from his, he was barley able to control himself when he achieved his recent point, nearly losing himself when her lips gave way under his own, the little rumbles from her throat still echoing through his mind. The game had taken an interesting direction. They were no longer playing each other to get an emotional rise it had become a battle of the bodies, a drive to stimulate each others senses, resisting each other. Now she always managed to get a rise out of him, in a very different way.
He shut the water off, stepping from the shower hot water pooling round his feet. He gazed around the room trying to locate his clothes; certain he had placed them on the bench. A step forward told him all he needed to know, dread flooded his body as his eyes ran over the note:
'No where to run, no where to hide, I have your clothes, enjoy the ride. This point is mine, I've won this round, no items left, no material found. It's not over yet, just to let you know, while you wander, I'll be watching the show!'
Shit, she'd left nothing apart from his cane, and the thin bit of wood wouldn't even cover his manly hood let alone the vast expanse of exposed skin he was going to flash too the hospital.
He shivered as the water cooled on his body, he suddenly felt very exposed. The last line triggered his attention 'she'd be watching him.' Where? Was she watching him now? He scanned the room for any surveillance equipment but came up short.
He had to make a run for it, but was at a slight disadvantage as any running would render him immobile sprawled across the floor as his thigh gave way beneath him. He had no choice but to work his way ever so cautiously up to his office, it was on the same floor. He thanked god for small mercies. As he rose his mind wandered back to the last line. The fact that Cuddy was watching him worried him and yet thrilled him, he was ever so slightly tuned on by the fact he eyes were on him, roaming over his body, unknowing of her presence and the angle in which she was gazing. Let her get an eyeful, play to her voyeuristic tendencies.
He only had a pair of pants left in his office but once he managed to get a grasp on them he could make his way towards her and retrieve his remaining items. While he may get a few funny looks walking round topless he could always manufacture an excuse. Walking round naked however might be little harder, he did love to frighten patients, but this method had never come to mind and he had a feeling the nurses' might think he had taken it one step too far.
He wrapped his fingers round his cane, limping over to the door tentatively peeping out to ensure the hall was clear. It was. The final nurse in view had just vanished round the corner.
He cautiously stepped from the room, out into the hall the door slamming shut behind him. This was it now or never, for the first time in years House was vulnerable, fully exposed to the world, in more ways than one. He took a deep breath, 'here we go!'
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She was curled up like a contented cat. Her legs snuggled up beneath her as she lounged on the chair occupying the security office.
The guards had gone on an early lunch. She claimed she needed to review some footage. Needed to analyse a doctor's performance…which was true to an extent, this performance is definitely going to be one worth watching.
She had a bucket of popcorn nestled in her lap, a drink to her right. She normally avoided sweet foods unless a special occasion arises, and watching house wander the halls of PPTH starkers definitely counted as a special occasion in her book.
The door was locked; no need for people to walk in a find her spying on her nude diagnostician…that would get some interesting questions.
Her eyes were fixed on the screen watching as House edged his way out. The show was just beginning.
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The air conditioning caused him to shiver, goose pimples pricking his skin as he hurried down the hall. Where was she watching? He pressed him self against the wall, sticking his head out and quickly ducking back as someone shot by. The coast was clear. He whipped round the corner and plundered down the hall, his office was in sight. He flung himself through his glass door diving behind his desk. The door clicked shut only to be opened once again. House's head popped up in panic. Cameron was standing inches away hands on hips gazing at him over his desk.
He was stuck.
'Can I help you?'
She frowned, curiosity written all over her face, 'what are you up to?'
'Nothing!' she could obviously see he was naked from the waist up, but clearly unaware of his nudity from the waste down. He shuffled into his seat, his leg groaning beneath him.
'Why are you topless?'
'Cuddy just ripped it off! Wild woman rawr!'
Her frown deepened, 'ha-ha, what you really doing?'
He had to get rid of her, no time for jokes. 'A patient vomited on my top I'm just changing it, so if you don't mind.' He made a shooing motion with his hands.
She didn't turn but walked forward, settling herself on the seat, House sunk further beneath the desk. 'Well don't let me stop you.'
House looked like a bunny caught in the headlights. 'I would rather get changed in private.'
'I've seen you nude apart from a towel, I can wait.'
'Wait for what?'
House was getting frustrated in a minute the rest of his minions could arrive and he would definitely have some explaining to do. He had to do something drastic.
'Look I know you're desperate to jump me, but I am not here to add fuel to your erotic fantasies. I am not going to bow down if you persist. So unless you have come here for a purpose other than to stare, please remove yourself from the chair and vanish.'
'I did have a purpose, we have a new case.'
'Good I'm giving you permission to borrow my markers, shut the blinds on you way out.'
Cameron rose from her seat, storming out his door; head held high slamming the blinds shut, almost ripping them from the wall.
He loved to push her buttons, her reactions were hilarious and if it wasn't for his current predicament he would have thoroughly enjoyed it. He crawled across the floor quickly dragging his pants on before rising running his fingers over his thigh to relieve some of the pain.
He grabbed his cane and rushed from the room once more.
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Cuddy was clutching her stomach, tears running down her face. She watched his little head pop round the corner as a nurse darted by and then he stumbled into his office, closely followed, much to her amusement, by Cameron. This was getting better and better. She could see him through his office doors. His little head popping up from behind his desk before sliding into his seat; Cameron was clearly oblivious to the fact her boss was naked. Otherwise Cuddy assumed she would be jumping for joy, clapping her hands like a little school girl before pouncing on him.
The tears had begun streaming when she saw Cameron sit down; the look on House's face was priceless. He clearly said something quite rude; Cameron rushed from the room face like thunder slamming the blinds down as she left. House exited behind her a few moments later clothed from the waste down. Shame.
She watched him hurry down the hall in the direction of her office. Shit she need to get back. She scrambled around gathering all the items she required including all the rubbish, stuffing the last handful of popcorn into her mouth and running from the room, passing the retuning security guards on her way by, muffling a brief thank you and trying not to laugh at their baffled expressions as their boss breezed by.
She tottered down the stairs and got into her office moments before House stormed in. She was settled behind her desk however, calm, relaxed, in control an air of innocence emanating from her.
'What can I do for you House?' her eyes didn't even rise from her paper work spread beneath her, eyes not taking in a word as she tried to control the satisfied smile that was threatening to bloom over her face.
'Enjoy the show?' She lifted her head ensuring her expression remained blank, uninformative as House watched her, a scowl over his own, deeper than usual, but a spark of amusement still flittered in his blue orbs He'd enjoyed that more than he'd ever let on.
'Afternoon entertainment, very rewarding.' She allowed the smile to escape, 'and my my aren't we a big boy.'
'You went through all that just so you could eye up my package.' House was smiling now.
'No that was just one of the pleasant side affects'
'Pleasant huh?' he bent forward towards her.
She leant over to him, whispering into his ear, 'very much so.'
She leant back into her seat arms folded in content.
'So you watched the whole thing?'
'Indeed I did, very entertaining although I was concerned for a moment Cameron was going to jump your bones'
'Why, jealous?'
'No was just frightened if she did she might get a rather painful poke with your cane.'
'A poke with my cane isn't painful.'
she sighed, 'I meant the wooden one House.'
'And Cameron isn't who I want to poke it in right now.' He was leering over her.
She was unfazed, 'you and Wilson can arrange a date after work.' She smiled as he face fell.
'What is it with the Wilson jokes?'
'There just too easy'
'Wish you were!' Cuddy's eyebrows shot skyward, before resuming there original position once more.
'I thought you loved a challenge!'
'Only if I'm rewarded!'
'I'll buy you a months supply of vicodin, now if you don't mind I have work to be getting on with.'
House frowned, 'where did you watch me from?'
'The security office, why?' her attention had returned to the paperwork, seemingly uninterested.
'They record all footage don't they?'
She yawned, 'do they?'
She looked up, finding the room empty; her question had fallen on deaf ears. House had gone.
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He was limping as fast as he could, ignoring the stares and gasps as he rushed by. Sod the shirt; sod the gossip he just had to get his fingers on that tape and fast. Hours of blackmail lay just seconds away and he had to be the first one to reach it. He was surprised she didn't follow but maybe the thought hadn't entered her mind, she wasn't as manipulative as him, poor Cuddy had missed her chance.
He whizzed round the corner into the security office, his leg threatening to give way. He was thankful the guards weren't present as he lunged towards the machine. His fingers slammed over the ejection button. The video shot out into his fingers. He breathed a sigh of relief, it was however short lived, scribbled over the video was 'I got you and I got you good.'
'You underestimated me.'
He swung round; Cuddy was resting against the door frame; a smile plastered over her lips. She was enjoying this way too much. He hadn't even heard her arrive. She pushed her self upright and strolled slowly towards him, 'I play this game just as good as you if not better and after all my manipulative streak is influenced by the very best, you only have yourself to blame.'
Her face was inches from his, 'it's safely hidden and coming home with me where you can't get it. Advantage point to me don't you think? And my, my, what an advantage I have!'
She placed her lips gently against his own, his eyes shut for the briefest of moments before his mouth was abandoned. He felt his shirt being dropped into his fingers before it fluttered to the floor at his feet, arms currently immobilised by shock.
You still have six clinic Hours you owe me this week, make sure you do them otherwise I won't be the only hospital staff eyeing up your package.'
She began to giggle, her hair whipping round behind her as she swung round, catching him in the face before she walked slowly from the room, her hips swaying, entrancing, hypnotising his eyes his gaze un-breaking until she vanished round the corner.
She hadn't missed her opportunity she had grasped it with both hands and currently had a very tight hold on it and over him.
Not a word had left his lips, there was nothing left to say, she had scored twice in one day, in a matter of seconds. She'd aced him, the ball had whizzed by so fast it was a blur, no chance to react. She not only had just knocked him onto the wrong foot, she now had hours of ammunition to use against him.
He had no choice; he had to get that video back.