This story was written just after that photo of House and Cuddy (or more probably, since it never showed up in the episode, Hugh and Lisa between takes) sitting at the piano in their casino night finery. I couldn't let an image of the impecably dressed House and Cuddy at a piano at a hospital event go unficed. So, here is the fic. And yes, it is SMUTTY. You have been warned.

12 July 2006

THE PIANO

The fundraiser was over and everyone was gone. Lisa Cuddy surveyed the disaster area that was once her nice, pristine hospital. "Looks like you've got your work cut out for you." James Wilson came up behind her.

"Looks that way." She sighed thinking of the long hours her cleaning crew would have to put in.

"Night." Wilson walked out the door.

She heard laughter and voices coming out of the lift. "Did you get a load of that last song? I swear it was a dirty limerick set to music." Dr. Chase looked at Drs. Foreman and Cameron as they piled out of the lift. "Did you hear those lyrics?"

"Yeah." Foreman laughed.

Cameron stormed off toward the door, pushing past Cuddy without any acknowledgement.

"She's in a hurry." Cuddy smiled while no one was watching.

"House told her to stuff it." Chase wasn't hiding his laughter.

"She chastised him for a song he was singing." Foreman felt further explanation was necessary.

"Where is he anyway?" Cuddy could care less about what Cameron did or didn't do.

"He's upstairs in the lounge playing the piano." Foreman pushed Chase toward the door. "I'm going to get you a taxi."

"That's probably a good idea." Chase steadied himself by crashing into the glass doors.

Cuddy watched them leave then headed toward the lift.

She could hear House's dulcet tones through the lounge door. He was clearly drunk, as he slurred the words to Great Balls of Fire. He looked up, still singing, and glared at Cuddy.

"Why don't you go home House?" She walked over and stood by the piano. He stopped singing but was still playing softly.

"In the immortal words of Dr. Lisa Cuddy…to what?"

It took her a moment to process that she'd once accused him of having nothing to go home to. She smiled sadly at him. "Do you know any Rachmaninov?" She sat down on the bench beside him.

House started playing a soft piano concerto. Cuddy watched his long white fingers as they glided over the keys. He felt her hand lightly brush his leg as she rested it behind him on the bench. She continued to watch him play, her eyes following his fingers as they danced.

"I don't usually take requests." He kept his eyes down, though out of the corner of them, he could see her leg covered in blue velvet resting beside his.

"I feel honored." She meant it. It wasn't some snide comment or their usual banter. She'd never heard him play before, and knew he rarely did in front of other people.

House had no response. He didn't dare ruin the moment. Her leg had moved a fraction of an inch and was now resting against his. He could feel the muscles relaxing against his own tired leg. Her whole body seemed to have shifted toward his. Her bare shoulder was painfully close to his own tuxedo clad arm.

Cuddy felt the night's events catching up with her. That and House's soft music made her want to curl up and go to sleep. She let some of the stress out of her legs and felt one fall gently against house's. She looked at him, hoping he hadn't noticed. He didn't react, so she let her leg fall deeper against his. It felt good to relax.

She wanted nothing more than to rest her head on his shoulder, close her eyes, and let his playing drift her off into wonderful dreams. Sleep was taking over her body, and her hand, grasping the bench behind House, threatened to let her fall. It wouldn't have been the worst thing, falling against his firm, strong body.

"Do you play?" House looked over at her. That was a mistake. His head felt light and woozy as he looked into her sparkling blue eyes.

"No. I never learned." She looked away, fearful of the draw his penetrating sapphire eyes.

"I could teach you." The idea was ludicrous. He knew it as soon as he said it. He waited for her to laugh at him.

"I'd much rather listen to you play." She closed her eyes, letting the notes wash over her. With her eyes closed, the heat of his leg against hers seemed magnified.

"Give me your hand." He had to do something. He couldn't sit here any longer not touching her, not feeling her soft skin against his. He took her free hand, the one that wasn't only centimeters from his ass and spread her fingers out over the keys. To do this, he had to turn her body so it was facing him.

Her heart began to race. She focused on their hands, his on top of hers, pressing hers gently against the keys. They were making beautiful music together. She smiled at the thought.

"What's so funny?" House had been concentrating so deeply on her that he instantly noticed the change in her countenance.

"I was just thinking." She wrestled with whether to tell him or not, but the Mojito's she'd had earlier had weakened her self control. "We're making beautiful music together." She looked into his eyes. That was a mistake.

House felt her hand, the one behind him inch closer, her fingertips finally touching the tight material of his trousers. He looked into her azure eyes and breathed deeply. He knew what was coming. He welcomed it, but he wanted her to be the one to initiate it.

She read his expression and knew he wouldn't push her away. Still, she hesitated. They had worked a long time to get where they were. The respect they felt for one another meant a lot to her. She didn't want to loose that. She looked into his eyes, then down to his lips. She watched as he drew his lips inward, she saw the tip of his tongue as he ran it over his soft lips.

She longed for those lips. She wanted to taste them, to feel them pressed against her own. She imagined the kiss long before she tilted her head up, leaned in and took it.

House watched as her face came closer, slowly, painfully slowly. He longed to grab her head and pull it toward him. He wanted to throw her against the piano and melt into her. But he waited, knowing this had to be her idea. Wanting her to take control.

He could feel her breath on his face. She was so close he could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. This was agony. He needed her to kiss him now. He needed to feel her in his arms.

Cuddy closed her eyes for the final approach. She couldn't watch, in case he pulled away at the last moment. She couldn't handle that. She breathed slowly, trying to calm her pounding heart. She felt his breath on her lips as he opened his mouth. Was he going to say something? She hesitated a moment, allowing him to speak if he chose to. He didn't. Instead he made the final move toward her, his nose brushing lightly against hers before she tilted her head to avoid collision.

She felt his nose brush her cheek. She felt his lip finally touch hers. She opened her mouth slightly and caught her breath, then pressed her lips firmly against his. She opened her mouth slightly. He did the same. Together they closed their mouths against each other. He sucked lightly on her bottom lip.

The next time their mouths opened, lips still pressed together, tongues met and pushed their way into opposing mouths. They danced around each other slowly, gently then retreated to their own mouths. Lips parted for only a moment as Cuddy adjusted her head, tilting it quickly to the other side.

She felt House's arm wrap around her waist and pull her in closely. Their bodies were pressed together. She felt his heartbeat, pounding in rhythm to her own. Her hand, which once held her on the bench firmly was now sliding along his firm ass. She grabbed it and gave a gentle, playful squeeze.

House felt a flash of energy course through his body as she cupped him firmly in her hand. There was nothing sexier than a woman copping a feel. He felt his appreciation for her rising in his pants. The hand not holding her tightly against him slid slowly up her bare arm, feeling every hair which seemed charged with energy. It slid across her shoulder and his fingers quickly wrapped their way around her neck.

Cuddy shuddered as House's hand slid beneath her hair and made it's way slowly, tauntingly along her neck. As a spark ran through her body, she tilted her head automatically at his touch. He had reached that one spot that drove her made. His fingers danced across it as his thumb brushed the bottom of her earlobe.

Whatever he'd done, whatever hidden spot he'd reached, House was enjoying its effect as Cuddy pressed harder against him, her kiss becoming more intense, more desperate and filled with desire she couldn't control. His fingers wrapped around the back of her neck, and he pressed her closer still. He wanted to devour her. He wanted to make her weak. He wanted to make her his.

Cuddy finally pulled away, needing to catch her breath more than anything. She breathed heavily as she felt his lips press against her neck. Now that he'd started, he wasn't about to stop. She leaned her head back and let out a small moan. Through all the emotion she was feeling at the moment, she still managed to squeeze in a tinge of embarrassment at her vocalized rapture. House, ever the gentlemen, let it pass. He slid the strap off her shoulder and kissed the place on her skin that it had been covering.

When the strap fell off her shoulder, it continued to slide slowly down her arm, aided by House's wandering hand. He watched as inch by inch her milky white skin was slowly being exposed. He slid his hand down further and the swell of her breast came into view. She let his other hand slide the zipper slowly down her back.

House put a hand on each of her shoulders and slid them in perfect unison down the length of her arm, taking with them each strap of her dress. He slid her top of her dress down and let it land in a pile in her lap. Her exposed torso shivered as the cool air touched her skin. He ran his hands over her flesh, causing her to shiver for a whole different reason.

He felt her hand tighten over his buttock, squeezing and massaging it lovingly. Her other hand slid it's way slowly up his thigh, starting at the knee, then pushing it's way between his legs, slinking slowly toward it's goal.

In a sudden movement that neither of them expected, House pushed her against the piano and the keys sung out in protest as her weight came crashing against them. "Ah." She let out an excited gasp. House's forcefulness had only turned her on more.

Her dress had dropped to the ground with a little help from House. He took a moment to admire the view. Cuddy was wearing nothing but a black lace thong and a pair of high heels. It was the hottest thing he'd ever seen and his smile showed his appreciation.

She leaned over and began to kiss him. Her breasts now hung down before his eyes. He raised his hands and wrapped his fingers around the rounded flesh. He squeezed and massaged them, enjoying the way they filled his hands, the way her nipples rubbed against the palms of his hands as he moulded her breasts into different shapes.

She pulled him to his feet. A shot of pain ran down his leg, but he ignored it. His mind had better things to think about, like the way her fingers were deftly unbuttoning his pants, or how the zipper was slowly sliding down.

Cuddy slipped her hands inside the waist of his rented trousers and easily slid them off his slender hips and down his leg to the knee. Gravity did the rest. She felt House lean slightly against her as he lifted first one foot, then the other in an attempt to free himself from the pants. She slid a slender arm around his waist for further support, and to draw him closer to him.

Unencumbered by the restricting wool of the pants, House stood with his legs slightly apart. He could feel the artificially cooled air slide up under his boxers. He felt the tight elastic that held his boxers up being pulled away from the front of his waist. Cuddy was looking into his eyes, smiling up at him. He took her face in his hands and pulled her mouth to his.

He lost himself in her kiss. Long, hot and passionate. His tongue explored the far reaches of her mouth. He wanted to know every inch of her. She moaned softly. Her hands had stopped what they were doing, getting lost in the kiss, but she finally put them back to work. She slid a second hand under the elastic and moved them both, in perfect unison, around his hips until they were holding the tight round cheeks of his well toned ass.

It was his turn to moan. He began to struggle with his bow tie. He hated the blasted things. He pulled one end and it only tightened the bow. Then he pulled the other and made a right mess of things. "Let me." She slid her hands out of his knickers and adeptly removed his tie. She didn't stop there, quickly sliding her hand behind each button of his shirt and carefully forcing his shirt open until his chest was exposed. She followed each unbuttoning with a soft kiss.

House smiled as her soft lips touched his naked skin. He felt the loss of her hands on his ass, but was enjoying their new job of slowly undressing him. His own hands found their way around her hips and tried to access her own rock hard ass, which was pressed against the piano keys. House's mood became playful, so he danced his fingers across the keys. Some soft, sensual piece came from some forgotten place in his mind.

The shirt was ready to be removed, but House wasn't done with his song. Cuddy left the shirt hanging off his now bare shoulders, which she showered with kisses. She closed her eyes as he continued to play, and placed her head on his shoulder, swaying lightly to the music.

House was still not done with his masterpiece, but feeling Cuddy's bare flesh swaying softly next to his, he realized he had much better things to do than play music. He might not be a great runner, and he might not be able to play the sports he loved, but he had amazing upper body strength. In one swift movement, we wrapped his hands around her waist and raised her onto the piano. The keys made a horrible sound as he lowered her weight onto them.

Cuddy looked around nervously after the loud noise. For the first time she realized they were in the hospital and anyone could come in at any moment. House grabbed her head, which was trying to look over his shoulder and planted another hard kiss on her lips. When he was certain she had forgotten about eavesdroppers, he released her head and slid one hand down the length of her body to one of her perfectly curved hips.

His finger toyed with the bit of her thong that wrapped around her hip. She caught her breath as his finger slid under the lacy material that barely covered her. He felt her tremble at his touch, which only urged him on further. His long, slender finger finally reached her hair line. He felt her press tightly against him as his finger played with the soft curls.

Her hands slid down his back. Their journey was hastened when he began exploring the contents of her knickers, and quickly made their way underneath the cool cotton boxers. This time she didn't bother playing around under the material, but rather busied herself with removing them completely. Before House could figure out what was going on, the elastic was stretching across his slightly spread thighs.

Cuddy felt a long, slender finger slip inside her. Her head went back automatically and she closed her eyes. She knew House was watching her under the florescent lights. That only made the moment more intense. She moved her hips from side to side, the keys beneath her chiming out softly as she moved.

House was sick of letting his finger have all the fun. He slid his hand out of her panties and lightly tapped that bit of flesh that was no longer her thigh, but not yet her bottom. It was a signal to lift her cheek so he could slid the thong off that side. She read him easily and shifted her weight to one side, listening to the strange sound of the keys shifting beneath her. He did the same on the other side, and found her just as receptive to the suggestion.

He slid the knickers down as far as he could reach. He couldn't bend enough to remove them completely. The pain shooting through his leg wouldn't let him. He tried to slid them off the rest of the way with his cane but got stuck toward the bottom. "Take those off." He ordered.

Cuddy obeyed with a smile on her face. His forcefulness was exciting her and she wasn't sure how much longer she could wait. When she came up from removing her knickers, she took him in her hand. His penis was hot and hard. She liked the way it felt in her hand. She slid her hand up and down its impressive length slowly, letting her fingers play in his hair as she reached the top.

House let out a gasp. His heart was pounding. He watched her as she slowly guided him inside her. She was looking down, watching what she was doing, he moved his head a little so he could look at her from the side. She was beautiful with a deep concentration on her face as she watched their two bodies become one.

She felt him penetrate her slowly, as she guided him in like a ship coming into dock. She could feel his eyes on her, penetrating her bare flesh as his penis penetrated her wet lips. Her breath quickened, coming in fits as she felt him pulling back out. Before completely leaving the warmth of her vagina, he plunged back in, deeper than before.

His buttocks tightened with each thrust. She felt the muscles contract under her fingers as she reached around and pushed him back in. The piano made muffled whimpers with each thrust as House moved deeper and deeper inside her, pushing her body harder against the piano.

She felt his hand along one of her long legs. He grasped her thigh tightly and pulled it up. She knew what he wanted, and wrapped her leg around his waist, allowing him better access to the spot he was desperately searching for. The other leg went up without any aide from him. Her stiletto clad feet wrapped together behind his back, locking his body against hers.

His movements were restricted now. He had to modify his thrusting from long hard pushes to softer more cyclical movements. The effect was marvelous. Locked together, their bodies maintained contact, and friction. The heat between them grew rapidly as they both broke into a sweat.

She leaned back, arching her back against the music stand. There was a loud crack as the thin bit of wood, along with her body, went crashing onto the top of the piano. "Ouch!" The pain she felt was fleeting and quickly replaced by the feeling of House's lips slowly nibbling their way down the length of her neck, across her collar bone as though he were eating corn on the cob, and slowly down her chest.

One of his large hands pushed her breast up as high as it would go. It was just high enough for his tongue to dance across her nipple, sending a shiver of delight through her entire body and urging her to arch her back further, pressing herself against his groin.

He felt himself coming. He didn't want to. It was too soon. He tried to think of things to distract him. He thought about his dad. That worked a little too well. He ran a hand down her body. It looked like porcelain in the harsh light of the fluorescents.

He smiled at her. She was glistening with sweat, and he had gotten her that way. He had brought her to a point where she was laid out before him, waiting for him to do whatever he wanted to her. He leaned over her, pinning her arms above her head and sucking on her neck. He wanted to leave his mark. He wanted proof that this night was happening.

Much to his surprise, she didn't try to stop him.

She was lost in the feeling of his warm mouth pulling her skin into it. She wasn't thinking about tomorrow. If she had been, she might have protested. She wasn't thinking about wearing turtlenecks or scarves this late in the spring. It was the furthest thing from her mind. She could feel his weight pressing down on her. She could feel him twisting around inside her. She could feel the desire coursing through his body. That was all that mattered.

A powerful surge rushed through his body. He was helpless to stop it. The time had come, and whether she was ready or not…he let out a primal yell as he felt his sperm gushing out of him and straight into her with a determination he rarely experienced in normal life. It was like the breaking of a dam, full of fury and rage, followed by a strange calm and great sense of relief.

Cuddy watched his face as he came. She'd never seen it in such ecstasy. His eyes were closed and his head was back. His mouth hung open. He was totally unaware of how he looked. He wasn't trying to impress or show off, and he looked sexier than she'd ever seen him.

The piano was howling painfully underneath her, but neither of them noticed the sound it was making. Their heavy breathing, the sound of their hearts racing, and his howling release all covered the off key tune her ass was playing.

He collapsed onto her and she let out a sharp cry. "Sorry." He pulled himself up and stood before her. "You didn't…" he looked down the length of her naked body.

"I didn't expect to." She smiled anyway. She'd gotten more than she'd anticipated. It was enough.

"What's that supposed to mean?" House narrowed his eyes.

"Nothing. Sorry. I didn't mean…" She felt awful.

"I think that was a challenge." House's mouth turned up into a grin. He took her wrist and pulled her off the piano. There was a groan of the keys as her sweaty flesh was pried away. "That's gonna leave a mark." He looked at the red lines on her ass.

"Shut up." She was looking up into his face with those big blue eyes. He regretted having to turn her away from him, but these things had to be done.

"Bend over." He commanded and she obeyed. He was enjoying himself now. She placed her hands on the fallboard, which she lowered over the keys for support. She felt House so close behind her. She felt the heat coming off his body, she felt his pulse racing, and his breath heavy from exhaustion. Then she felt the tip of his penis slide into her. From this new angle, she felt the thrusts with greater force.

He was so close to the sweet spot. He could tell. Her breath had quickened. Her whole body was trembling and the heat coming off her could have fried an egg. His near success spurred him on. House put his hands on her hips and forced her back to arch more, giving him a better angle.

Suddenly she let out an "Oh God!" She repeated it several times. House smiled. He was the God in 'Oh God'. Her head fell down then she quickly threw it back again. He watched as the hair, wilted from her sweat, fell down her white back.

She was loosing strength in her arms. They wouldn't hold her much longer. They wouldn't have to. House had reached into her and was teasing her G spot mercilessly. Every time he was almost there, he pulled back out. Each time he went back in, he came closer to his goal. She could almost….almost…and there it was. He'd found his mark and hit it with such precision a volt of lightening shot through her whole body. Every muscle contracted. Every nerve ending fired off. Her entire body had short circuited for that one shining moment.

House pulled away, satisfied that this time he had fully satisfied her. She fell back onto the piano and a number of keys shouted their protest. She quickly released them and sat beside House on the bench. They were both breathing heavily. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and smiled at her. "That was fun."

She laughed easily. "Yes. It was." She bit her bottom lip as she smiled. She wanted to kiss him but she feared the spell had been broken.

He saw the kiss in her eyes. Why didn't she lean in? Maybe she needed a little incentive. He slid his arm up her waist, around her back, her flesh was still hot and moist. Her eyes closed automatically. She took a big gulp.

Suddenly she felt his lips press against hers. She didn't open her eyes. She just enjoyed the sensation of his kiss. His tongue slid into her mouth, it twisted around her own. He made a sound, deep from the back of his throat. It was the sound of hunger quenched.

"We should get out of here." It took all her inner strength to pull herself out of his arms. "The cleaners should be here at any minute."

"If we give them a free show, you could save the hospital a bundle of cash." He knew she'd never go for that idea, and was picking his boxers up off the floor. He had taken a look down at himself and was embarrassed to see he was still wearing his black dress socks. There was nothing less sexy than a naked man in socks.

He looked at Cuddy who was scooping her clothes off the floor. She handed him his shirt before she straightened back up. It wasn't fair. There was nothing sexier than a woman in nothing but a pair of stilettos. He looked back down at himself, and quickly pulled his boxers on. He couldn't believe she hadn't laughed at him.

She stuck one finger into the elastic of his boxers and pulled him over to her. She had to kneel on the bench to do so, and looking up, she gave him a big kiss. "Let me help." She slid the shirt over his long arms and hung it on his shoulders. She started buttoning the buttons slowly. House, with nothing else to do but watch, ran his hands along her still very bare flesh. He could really get used to this.

She had finished putting his pants on, and was standing before him naked. "Okay, my turn." House took her dress out of her hands.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" She held out her thong, dangling from one finger.

"Oh, right." House grabbed it and shoved it in his pants pocket.

"What do you think you're doing?" She laughed at him.

"Souvenir. Wilson will never believe I nailed you unless I bring him proof."

"Don't you dare tell him." She snatched at his pocket but House was able to stop her.

"You let me keep them, and I won't tell a soul." He really did want a souvenir. After all, she got her hicky.

She was speechless. She stood there looking at him as he slowly slid the dress up her body. Stopping briefly when his face was at crotch level and stuck his tongue out. It tickled her clitoris lightly and she squirmed uncontrollably. "Stop!" She protested, knowing that the cleaners would be on their way up at any moment.

"I don't know why you bother wearing a thong. You should try going commando." He went back to dressing her, slipping her arms into the straps of her gown.

"Right. So you can have access whenever you want?"

"You are smarter than you look." He wrapped his arms around her waist in order to pull up the zipper. He didn't let her turn around. He much preferred it this way. He could feel her warm breath on his neck and almost hear the blood coursing through her body. She was still trembling from their encounter. He felt her body lean slightly against his. He welcomed it, pulling her into his arms and rocking her gently. "And people say I can't dance." He began humming softly, a tune he was making up just for her.

"Well, you sure could have proved them wrong tonight." She smiled and kissed his cheek. "Do you want to go get a late night snack?" She wasn't ready to go home to her big empty house alone.

"You're buying." House picked up the tuxedo jacket and followed her out of the room. He noticed the light mark on her neck growing more visible. He smiled to himself as he walked out the door.