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Cameron's apartment was about as cozy and welcoming as Cuddy expected it to be, and even though Cameron tried to insist that she sit down while she prepared the table with dinner, Cuddy was not about to let her employee wait on her. Throughout dinner, Cameron was so pleasant and strangely comfortable about having Cuddy in her home that after another couple glasses of wine, Cuddy was almost relaxed enough to take off her shoes. But she didn't. Cameron had, but it was her house. She, on the other hand, was still a guest and more importantly, her boss.
"You could at least take off your jacket and pretend like you're not in a hurry to get out of here," Cameron joked, carrying Cuddy's finished plate back to the kitchen to drop off in the sink.
"I'm not in a hurry," she disagreed albeit betraying her words by looking down at her watch. It was 9:30 and the surgery was scheduled for 11. Pressing her fingers against her temples to put the thoughts out of her head lest her headache make an expedited return, Cuddy sighed quietly to herself before standing up from the table and carrying a couple of other plates and silverware over to Cameron in the kitchen. "I just don't want to overstay my welcome, that's all," she smiled. "This has been very nice though, Cameron. Thank you."
"You're welcome," she answered, taking the plates from Cuddy and stacking them up in the sink. "And you're not overstaying your welcome," she added, squeezing Cuddy's wrist and warmly smiling back at her. Tugging on the end of Cuddy's pink suit jacket, Cameron raised her brows, inviting her to stay a little longer. "Come on, surgery's not scheduled for another hour or so. Might as well stick around for dessert and wait for the call. I live closer," she reasoned with a playful scrunch of her nose.
Rolling her eyes at Cameron's persistence, Cuddy finally agreed to take off her jacket. Offering to take it from her, Cameron carried it over to one of the dining room chairs and carefully slung it over the back, fingering the sleeves of the finely woven wool fabric and quietly swallowing the lump in her throat. Sordid daydreams of her dignified superior in a compromising situation invaded her senses, but were quickly disrupted by the sound of Cuddy turning on the water in the kitchen to clean the dishes for her.
"Oh God, please don't," Cameron said, practically jumping back to the kitchen, reaching over Cuddy, and turning off the water. Shaking her head at her in disapproval, "You can make yourself comfortable, but you're still a guest and I can't let you do my dishes."
"I'm not helpless, you know. I can do the dishes," she argued.
"No, you can't. Besides, that's why I keep Chase around," she laughed, picking up Cuddy's glass of wine and handing it back to her before leading her over to the couch to share a plate of tiramisu she'd purchased from the bistro as a last minute decision.
After however many glasses of wine it had been and catching the slight glint of inebriated wickedness in Cameron's eyes, it was apparent to Cuddy that she and Cameron had moved on from being just work colleagues. They weren't friends either, but…well she wasn't sure what this was but she felt unusually calm around Cameron. She was a beautiful and clever girl to be sure, but Cuddy had never given her more thought than that once it became abundantly clear that she was House's favorite apprentice and that her loyalties were solely with him. That had been enough to deter her from getting to know Cameron before and yet, here she was, sharing stories about House, her residency experiences, and her vast accomplishments in the medical field with her. And all the while, Cameron listened with contented interest, laughed flirtatiously at her jokes, and shared her own tales.
Entertained as she was, Cuddy kept hoping that being in the closed intimacy of her apartment wouldn't affect their professional relationship at the hospital the next day. She was still her boss and she needed to not lose sight of that. The last thing she needed was a House, Jr., and Cameron was certainly an ideal candidate to assume such a role. However, at around a quarter past ten, while she was having another bite of the tiramisu, Cuddy's concerns came to fruition.
"So how do you do it?" Cameron asked, trying not to drawl, but after sharing two bottles of wine plus what she'd had at the bistro, she was undoubtedly drunk. She imagined Cuddy was too, but like everything else, Cuddy was better at hiding it.
"Do what?" Cuddy asked, quirking a eyebrow to gauge the exact nature of Cameron's question and feeling her heart unwittingly start to beat faster from the blonde's close proximity and endlessly curious green eyes boring into her. She knew nothing good was going to come out of this question and for that reason, she would have to think fast in order to appease Cameron and then quickly change the subject.
Cameron chuckled quietly at herself while setting her glass back onto the table and pulling her bare feet up underneath herself onto the couch while consciously shifting closer to Cuddy. "Control him," she said, letting her hand fall onto Cuddy's knee and smirking at her as if she needed to explain.
Cuddy nearly dropped her fork in her hand as she glanced down at Cameron's fingers gently caressing her, but quickly and undetectably regained her composure before answering. Cameron had been unabashedly flirting with her all night and it wasn't like Cuddy wasn't receptive or even reciprocating in her own subtle ways, but she couldn't even imagine the House-induced drama or the damage to her reputation if she indulged Cameron even a little. Still, it was apparent that Cameron needed a reminder that she was her subordinate and that she could not use Cuddy however she deemed fit in order to get to House somehow. That was a definite no-no.
Snickering quietly, Cuddy leaned forward and slid her fork through the soft cake in front of them on the coffee table. Then, cupping her hand under the utensil, she lifted it up to Cameron's mouth. "I think you know," she said, inviting her to take a bite.
Hesitating for only a moment, Cameron opened her mouth for Cuddy to feed her, closing her eyes and nearly melting into a puddle on the couch once the sweet combination of mascarpone, espresso, and chocolate hit her tongue.
Eventually, Cameron opened her eyes and caught her boss watching her with a smug know-it-all grin on her face. It was almost as if she were testing her, and if it was, Cameron felt certain that she would fail. She'd always admired Cuddy's uncanny ability to remain calm in the face of insanity as well as her ability to juggle House and Wilson's antics with astonishing grace. And through it all, she maintained her authority over an entire hospital donned in a perfectly feminine, tailored suit. It was tantalizing. Most of all, however, Cameron could not get enough of her cunning wit. She fell for House for the same reasons and he was an ass. And in some ways, so was Cuddy but only when she was provoked. On her own, she was just stunningly powerful, sophisticated, and as it turned out, unimaginably seductive.
"I guess I do," Cameron smiled shyly, looking at her hands for a moment; wanting to kiss her but knowing she shouldn't. Not that she could move anyway. She didn't know what was wrong with her. Cuddy had all but invited her to give into her daydreams but Cameron could not budge from her place on the couch. But then again, had she? Maybe this was just another game, pushing her into a humiliating situation just so that Cuddy could reestablish authority over her. It wouldn't be unheard of, after all. Terrified of doing the wrong thing but not for a second letting Cuddy see her weakness or confusion, Cameron stayed glued to the spot, waiting for some indication from Cuddy that this was really happening and that it wasn't just another game.
Snickering, Cuddy shifted closer and swiped a touch of the chocolate-dusted mascarpone from the edge of Cameron's lips, then hovered her fingers just shy of Cameron's mouth. Paralyzing Cameron with one look, Cuddy waited expectantly for her to do exactly as her instincts were telling her to do.
At this point, Cameron could only logically deduct that this was no longer a daydream. And as shocked as she was, there was no way that she could possibly daydream the sensation of Cuddy's soft, manicured fingers inside her mouth while her tongue gently sucked the bittersweet chocolate from them. This was definitely real and upon proper realization of this fact, Cameron shifted closer to Cuddy on the couch as Cuddy withdrew her fingers only to slowly replace them with her lips.
The kiss was seductively calculated and infinitely profound; like nothing Cameron had ever experienced before, and as she sat there dumbfounded, Cuddy's hands spread up along Cameron's back. Her fingers smoothed between the ribbing of her sweater and then up into her hair, massaging and scratching the nape of her neck as she deepened their kiss. Reaching for her, Cameron gently cupped Cuddy's face into her hands and the more she thought about who this was touching her and how impeccable and prestigious of a woman she was, the more hungry for her she became.
Cameron's hands fumbled down to find the buttons of Cuddy's shirt and undid them as rapidly she could even though her head was spinning with alcohol and the alluring risk of having an affair with her boss. With her smile about as guilty and wide as a Cheshire cat's, Cameron suppressed her moans and the overwhelming sense of leverage and lust she felt as Cuddy licked her way up along her jugular.
"God, you're good at this," Cameron growled, a darkness coming to her eyes as she looked back at her superior while tearing off her own sweater, then reaching forward and kissing her again.
"Maybe we shouldn't actually – ah!" Cuddy gasped when Cameron's hands found their way through her opened shirt to grope at her through her lingerie. "Do this," she finished, kissing Cameron's cheek and running her hands up the younger doctor's smooth back until her fingers were under the simple and archaic enclosure of her bra.
"And yet…" Cameron snickered, gently biting Cuddy's neck and then flicking her earring with her tongue as she slowly reaching behind herself to undo the hook-and-eye closure since Cuddy was being obnoxiously coy about doing it herself.
Arching into Cuddy's kisses after discarding the garment, Cameron guided Cuddy's hand up until it was over her breast. Then, gasping when Cuddy's fingers found the perfect amount of pressure to tease and entice her, Cameron tugged on Cuddy's blouse and willed it to come off so that she could do the same for her. Though she resisted at first, Cameron finally got what she wanted when Cuddy pulled away from their kiss. The brunette slipped out of her blouse, dropped it to the floor, and tossed her hair out of her face before reaching forward for Cameron and kissing her hard as she undid the buttons of Cameron's trousers and pulled them off of her in one brilliant sweep.
Impressed and excited, "Damn," Cameron moaned as she ran her hands down Cuddy's tight stomach and then over the gentle curve in her hips as she kissed her way along her shoulders, neck, and jaw.
"Allison," Cuddy said curtly and stopping long enough to glare at her in annoyance.
"What?" She asked, breathless though still running her hands through the ends of Cuddy's hair and down her shoulders, not wanting them to stop when they'd already gotten this far.
"Shut up," she ordered pointedly.
Gulping, "Okay," she nodded, momentarily intimidated, but getting it. Biting her lip and laying back against the arm of the couch, Cameron rolled her hips against Cuddy as she held onto her waist, begging her to come down to her.
Having lost sight of control in a blink of an eye, Cuddy resolved that even though no good would come of this in the long term, or worse – tomorrow morning, good could certainly come of this in her immediate future. Besides, she would still have plenty of time to work this situation to her advantage later. The first thing that came to mind was how House always bragged about how he could have had Cameron, but didn't. What an idiot, Cuddy thought, pleased that she had the little vixen right now and all to herself. Absorbed by her own selfish fantasies and games, Cuddy finally shifted forward and lowered herself onto Cameron, knotting her fingers into her long blonde hair and moaning quietly from the rapturous, feminine contact.
Eventually Cameron found the zipper on the side of the dean's pink skirt and slowly pulled the teeth apart before sliding the skirt down her thighs and onto the floor as she pulled Cuddy against her tighter, wanting the woman to teach her everything. Curiously touching the edges of Cuddy's bra, Cameron lifted her eyelashes to watch Cuddy's reaction as she undid the clasp and slid one of the lacy straps down her pale shoulder. Cuddy took the liberty of removing the expensive lingerie between them and once she did, Cameron glanced down and gently touched her, licking her lips and panting quietly at the sensation of having the woman's perfection in her hands and on top of her.
Lifting up slightly to bow her head over her shoulder, Cameron chuckled mischievously into Cuddy's ear as she curled her fingers over the string of pearls wrapped around her neck. "This was your plan all along, wasn't it, Dr. Cuddy?" she teased, capturing her lips once again and kissing her.
"And why would you think that?" Cuddy played along, gasping between kisses as she leant down to nip upon Cameron's collarbones while sweeping her hands down her ribs, stomach, and hipbone. "You're the one who invited me to your home, remember?"
Gasping and squirming beneath Cuddy's exquisite touch, "True," she murmured, grabbing onto Cuddy and holding her closer. "But that still doesn't answer my question," she snickered, licking the skin just below Cuddy's ear and then kissing her there.
Watching the look in Cameron's eyes shift until they were devoid of all innocence while unequivocally soliciting her to play, Cuddy smirked at her as she slowly pushed Cameron back down onto the couch. "I think you've asked enough questions for one night, Dr. Cameron," she said running her hand up the girl's thigh as she leaned down and conquered the smart-mouthed little sidekick once and for all.