I like this story. It's quite different than what I usually do, smutwise. lol Hope you enjoy.

12 September 2005

THE ELEVATOR

Dr. Cuddy pushed the button for the 3rd floor and waited for the doors to close. Just before they shut, a cane was thrust between them, and they started to open again. House smiled when he saw the irritated look on her face.

"Thought you could get away with it?" He got in and stood next to her. The doors slowly closed.

"Get away with what?" She sounded exhausted. She'd just finished a board meeting in which House was a main topic of discussion, again.

"You're trying to get me to go to that symposium. Well, it's not going to happen." She was always trying to make him do things he didn't like and he'd had enough.

"That's too bad. It might have been very…." She grabbed his arm. The elevator had lurched to a stop.

"Oh." He grabbed the wall, keeping them both from falling on their asses.

"What did you do?" Cuddy glared at House. She knew he hadn't done anything, but she needed to blame someone.

"I didn't do anything." He pushed the open door button a few times, but nothing was happening. "We seem to be a little stuck." He smiled nervously. She didn't look to happy.

"We can't be stuck. I can't be stuck in an elevator." She looked around. She was fine with elevators when they were going up and down and the door would open at any moment, but she'd never been stuck in one before, and already she knew she wouldn't like it.

"Well, you are." House backed away from her. She looked like she was going to blow.

"Why did it have to be with you?" She said it so helplessly, so defeated that he couldn't help but feel a little hurt.

Realization washed over him when she started taking deep breaths. "You're claustrophobic."

"Brilliant deduction Dr. Genius." She leaned up against the elevator wall. Why weren't those doors opening.

"Well, the best cure for claustrophobia..."

"If you say being stuck in an elevator, I'm going to kick your ass." She was coming unhinged.

House backed away a little more, until he bumped into the elevator wall opposite her. "I was going to say you should take your mind off where you are."

"Great. And how am I supposed to do that?" She had her eyes shut now and was still breathing deeply, or at least trying to.

"I could think of a few ideas." House smiled, and although she couldn't see it with her eyes shut, she seemed to know what those ideas were.

"You've got to be kidding me." Her eyes had popped open, and now that she could see the smile, she knew exactly what he meant.

He decided to take that as a yes. He walked over to her, knowing she couldn't get away. He started singing Aerosmith's Love in an Elevator. This made her laugh.

"Stop it." She put a hand to his chest, trying to keep him at arms length, but not trying hard enough to actually succeed.

"Your words say no, but that low cut blouse says yes." He bent down and kissed the skin exposed just above her top button.

"House." She pushed him away again, but not too far away. "I am not going to have sex with you in an elevator."

"If you can't play along, this isn't going to work and you are going to pass out from all those annoying deep breathing exercises, and then I'm going to have to give you mouth to mouth. I'd much rather do it with you conscience." He bent in and kissed her.

They slowly slid to the floor. "Close you're eyes." House lowered her onto her back. "Tell me your fantasies."

Her eyes, which she had obediently closed, popped back open again, and looked up at him. "You're my shrink now?"

"God knows you need one, but no. I said tell me your fantasies, not your problems. Now shut your eyes." He put his hand over her eyes, removing it only after he felt her lashes close beneath it.

"I do have this fantasy that one of my employees will finally shut up and do his job without making excuses or complaining, or getting the hospital sued."

"Wow, you've got quite the fantasy life. Maybe I can help you out a little." He leaned over her and kissed her. "See, I have this fantasy, it involves some leather, lots of alcohol, and some serious nudity. Unfortunately, the only leather I have on me is my watch, and I doubt there's a bar hidden in here anyway, but the serious nudity is a definite option." As he said all this, he was unbuttoning her blouse.

She stopped him. "I am not getting naked in an elevator."

"Yeah, well, you said you weren't going to have sex with me in one either, but I can tell you now, you lied." He tried to unbutton her blouse again. He was almost done. Again she stopped him.

"I am not getting naked in an elevator." She said it very slowly, and very pointedly, hoping he would pick up on the part she left unsaid. He did. His smile broadened as he though just how they would manage it.

"Just what did you have in mind?"

Cuddy pulled House by the shirt. His body pressed down on hers, but not for long. She rolled him onto his side, and then onto his back. Her hands slid down to his pants. She kissed him as she fumbled with his zipper.

He grew hard as she took him in her hand. This wasn't exactly what he'd had in mind, but it was working.

A strange smile spread across her face as he came closer and closer to release. She was up to something. He knew it, but it was too late to do anything about it now. She was VERY good with her hands.

"Dr. House." She cleared her throat, and laughed sweetly. "You know that symposium coming up next month?" She kept working him with her hand. Slow, then fast, then slow again. She was teasing him, and loving every minute of it as the expression on his face showed tortured ecstasy.

"Yea." He croaked, trying to maintain some control of his voice. He finally knew exactly what she was up to.

Her laugh floated down to him. She was having way too much fun. "I want you to go." She was manipulating him. House tried to get up, but not only wouldn't see let him, his own body had revolted on him, and wasn't going anywhere.

"You can't make me." It sounded childish, but it wasn't his fault. Much of the blood for his brain had been redirected at the moment and he wasn't functioning with full rationality.

"You're right." She released him and made to get up. He grabbed her arm. Wilson had once said she was very good at her job. He had no idea how right he was.

"You are NOT going to stop now." He placed her hand back on his penis and felt the warm rush of her touch jump through his body. There was no way he would let her stop now.

"Then you are going to the symposium?" She inquired innocently.

"Of course." He had no intention of going, but he wasn't about to tell her that.

The elevator lurched again. "That wasn't me," House said, as if she might have thought his explosion could rock the elevator. She would have appreciated the joke had she not had the sudden thought that they could die.

House zipped up his pants quickly and Cuddy helped him to his feet, just in time. The elevator doors slid open as she was helping him smooth out his pants. "Fell," House said when he noticed Dr. Cameron staring at them. "Bumpy ride." He looked over at Cuddy. She was trying very hard to suppress a laugh. "About that symposium, Dr. Cuddy, perhaps you could go over the details with me later on today."

"I'll have something for you this afternoon." She smiled knowingly at him.

"I bet you will." He was oozing with sexual innuendo.

House stood and watched Cuddy walk away. She never ceased to amaze him. Not many people could manipulate him like that, and leave him wanting more.