CUDDY'S OFFICE

House watched as three doctors, heads together, chatting excitedly as they headed out the door.

"What's that about?" He turned back to his best friend James Wilson for answers.

Wilson, the hospital gossip, filled him in. "They have a meeting with Cuddy this afternoon."

"Why aren't you in the meeting?" The three doctors happened to be members of the board, and Wilson happened to be a member of the board. Something wasn't adding up.

"I wasn't invited." Wilson watched his friend carefully. He didn't like the sparkle he saw in those blue eyes of his.

"Gotta go." House dashed out of the cafeteria, leaving Wilson to clean up his tray.

The three board members, Drs. Finkel, Davis and Brady filed into Cuddy's office followed by the woman herself. House could hear their footfalls, and knew immediately who they were. His mind raced with all the possible things they could want to talk to Cuddy about. Every single thing came back to him.

"Dr. Cuddy, we understand how much you think House means to this hospital, but we ask you to understand how much he's hurting it." Dr. Finkel began.

"The nursing staff refuses to work with him." Davis added.

"He's alienated the entire clinic staff." Brady put in.

"I understand your concerns." Cuddy walked around her desk and sat down. She thought she heard something moving underneath it. She really needed to get more sleep.

"I don't think you do." Finkel snapped.

Cuddy felt something brush up against her leg. She snapped her head down to look and let out a low gasp as a pair of bright blue eyes sparkled back at her.

"You seem to have a blind spot where House is concerned," Brady stated blusterously.

"I most certainly do not!" Cuddy crossed her legs, kicking a little harder than she had to. House let out a small exclamation that Cuddy covered with a cough.

"Are you feeling alright Dr. Cuddy?" There was too much interest in Davis's voice.

"Sit down Dr. Davis." Cuddy cringed as the man stood up, presumably to come over and 'comfort' her. "I am fine. And believe me, if House becomes a liability to this hospital I will not hesitate to give you what you want."

"We want him gone now Dr. Cuddy," Brady demanded. "We don't want to have to wait until he's broken your heart or something."

House laughed. Cuddy kicked out at him, but he was expecting it, and pressed himself against the front of the desk.

"I would ask you to be very careful in your choice of wording Dr. Brady." There was an icy efficiency in Cuddy's voice. House had always wondered how she kept the board in line. He was starting to see.

"You can't see clearly where he's concerned." Was that jealousy in Davis's voice? "You never could."

Cuddy groaned. She really hated having to compliment House with him in earshot. "You don't find doctors like House every day, and it would be foolish to let him go just because you are incapable of dealing with a difficult personality."

"He's beyond difficult Dr. Cuddy. He's antagonistic." Finkel's voice quivered with rage.

She really hates me, House thought to himself.

As the conversation degraded to 'why we hate Dr. House', all of which he'd heard before, he let his mind wander to other things, like the incredibly shapely leg in front of him. It was summer, and she wasn't wearing stockings.

He ran a finger slowly over her shapely calf. He knew she was about to kick him, so he grabbed her ankle with his other hand. He knew she wouldn't squirm. The board would have all the reason they needed to get rid of both of them if they found him under her desk. She knew that.

Cuddy gulped as she felt House's hand running up the back of her leg. "I understand your issues Dr. Finkel, but you need to accept that there are difficult people in the world, and sometimes they're so good at what they do that they get away with it." She wasn't sure how grammatically correct that sentence had turned out. She was distracted by the soft lips pressing against her leg.

House, certain she wouldn't kick him, slid both hands slowly up her leg until he reached the spot where it crossed her other leg. That would never do.

Cuddy's eyes widened as she felt House's fingers tighten around her ankle and calf.

"How can you compare the 25 to 30 lives he saves a year to the hundreds of lives other doctors save each year?" Brady was all about the numbers.

"I think..." Cuddy stuttered as House slowly slid her legs uncrossed. "I think the families of those 30 people are quite grateful that Dr. House is employed here."

"And what about the patients he's alienated, he's bullied, he's harassed, he's..."

"I think they're happy to be alive." Cuddy answered gently.

House slid her skirt up over her knees, and pulled the knees apart slightly, just enough to see what they'd been hiding. She was wearing a pink thong to go with her pink suit. She must have an important meeting today.

His hand slid along her inner thigh, and reached its destination just as she was in the middle of a sentence.

"He brings in enough money to keep his dePARTment running." She was going to KILL him when this meeting was over.

"Is everything alright Dr. Cuddy?" Finkel snided. She mistook Cuddy's nervous behavior of a sign of her beginning to crack. Finkel could see the finish line clearly now.

Cuddy felt strangely exposed, her legs spread under her desk. She knew, rationally, that the three doctors across from her couldn't see what was going on, couldn't see the object of their mutual ire fondling her only inches from where they sat. Something about that excited her.

House slipped a finger inside the soft, silky thong, and pushed the almost non-existent strip of fabric to the side. Cuddy felt herself going flush as House exposed her. She had to remind herself that they couldn't see; they didn't know what was going on beneath their very noses.

"If you don't do something about Dr. House, I fear I will have no choice but to accept the offer from Princeton General." Finkel was going in for the kill now. She was one of the best cardiothoracic surgeons in the country, and as a female, she was banking on girl power to see her through.

"Really?" Cuddy sounded disinterested. "They've made you an offer?" Cuddy gasped as House pushed one finger inside her.

Finkel mistook this for shock. "You shouldn't be so surprised Dr. Cuddy. I am just as highly qualified and highly sought after as your precious Dr. House."

"Oh, I'm sure you ARE." House had wiggled his finger in just the right way. She wanted to kick him, but more than that she wanted to sink under the desk and ravage him. It would have to wait.

"Are you sure you're alright Dr. Cuddy?" Davis got up. "Perhaps you're too tense."

"Sit down Dr. Davis!" Cuddy ordered. The doctor, wide eyed, returned to his seat. "Now," she was halted in her speech by a soft, hot tongue sliding along her thigh.

"Yes?" Dr. Brady sneered at her.

"This discussion is a waste of" his tongue had just flitted against her soft curls. "of all our time."

"Well, I, for one, don't see it that way." Finkel was not backing down. She could see it in Cuddy's eyes. The woman was about to crack. She was about to give in.

Cuddy grabbed her pen and began playing with it, flipping it over and over in her fingers, agitatedly. "I have nothing more to discuss. I've HEARD your…your compla...ins." She could feel House's tongue slowly, gently slip inside her. The bastard was going to pay for this. "It's NOTHING I haven't heard before." She was finding it hard to breath and talk at the same time.

"And yet you still haven't addressed them." Brady stated with annoyance.

"No!" Cuddy banged a hand on her desk. "And I don't intend on doing so now." Her eyes were a blaze. They mistook it for anger, and perhaps there was a bit of anger mixed in with the sexual excitement she was feeling at the moment.

House grinned. The combination of pleasuring her and controlling her was giving him a rush. He pulled away from her, making her wait in frustration for him to finish.

Cuddy nearly cried out, but she looked at the three sets of eyes, burning into her with bitter anger. "I've said all I have to say, you can go now." She smiled graciously.

Davis was the first to get up and leave. He'd never really cared all that much anyway. Brady kicked the desk as he got up. He thought he heard it cry out, but that made no sense at all.

Finkel looked at Cuddy for a long time, eyes scrutinizing her expression. Cuddy was on the edge, she was ready to crack. Her eyes were dilated, she seemed to be sweating, and unless Finkel needed to have her eyes checked, her boss was actually quivering. A slow, triumphant smile spread across Finkel's face as she sat back down. "I haven't said all I have to say yet." She folded her arms over her vast expanse.

"Oh really!" Cuddy was angry now. She had to get rid of this bitch so she could give it to House. Only she wasn't sure what it was she wanted to give him, sex or a good kick in the ass.

"Really." Finkel was ready. This was it. "If you think you can afford to lose me, you're mistaken Dr. Cuddy."

House was getting tired of Finkel's voice. He pulled each of Cuddy's legs up over his shoulders. She wobbled a bit in her seat.

"Are you drunk doctor?" Finkel eyed her hopefully.

Cuddy rolled her eyes. "No."

House slid his hands over her thighs and Cuddy caught her breath.

"Are you high?" Finkel leaned in for a better look at her eyes.

"No!" Cuddy snapped.

House brushed his lips against the tangle of hair between her legs and Cuddy gasped.

"Are you having some sort of seizure?" Finkel wouldn't have cared if she was.

Cuddy raised her eyebrow in disgust. "You're a doctor. Don't you know what a SEIzure....looks like." House had sunk his tongue deep inside her.

"Yes I know what a seizure looks like." Finkel pounded her hands on the desk and House felt their full impact on the top of his head. Cuddy felt the full impact as his hands clenched painfully on her thighs and his mouth thrust up against her.

Finkel smiled triumphantly at what she thought was the look of fear in Cuddy's eyes. "Perhaps it's a mental illness. Maybe Dr. Calangelo should come take a look at you. I think you might be unfit to run this hospital Dr. Cuddy."

House panicked for a moment. His tongue stopped in mid thrust. It wasn't until he felt Cuddy's hand on the back of his head that he remembered what he was doing. But it was strange that she wanted him to continue, under the circumstances. Then he realized it had gone all quiet.

He pulled away again to check that they were alone, but Cuddy once again grabbed his head and pulled him back toward her. House shrugged and went back to what he was doing, but he kept one ear open. He heard no other sounds.

Cuddy leaned back in her chair. The office was empty and House was going to finish what he started. She needed it after that horrible meeting.

She started breathing heavily, audibly, and that was his sign that the coast was clear. He moved quickly pushing her chair away with all his strength, then began to unbend himself out of his hole.

His body was aching but he managed to get out from under the desk with her help. "Did you lock the door?" He asked, slipping a hand around her waist and pulling her close to him.

"When?" She moved toward the door but he wouldn't let her go.

"So we could be caught at any minute? Anyone could just come waltzing in here?" He was slowly moving her against the desk.

"Yes. I'll just..." She tried once again to go toward the door, but he'd pushed her up against the desk. She could feel the edge pressing against her ass.

"I'll be quick." He grabbed her and pushed her onto the desk. He slid her skirt up over her thighs again. The pink panties were still shifted to one side so he slid his finger up and down against her lips teasingly.

"House..." she wanted that door lock. She wanted to know they wouldn't be interrupted.

"Shhh." He pressed his other finger against her other lips. "Now undo my pants." Both his hands were too busy; one working her into a moist frenzy while the other was slipping under her shirt.

Cuddy quickly fumbled with his zipper greedily. She slipped the pants open and pulled him out.

"Make me hard," he whispered into her ear.

Cuddy began to run her hand up and down his shaft, feeling the heat rising from inside it, feeling it grow as she caressed it. He was kissing her neck now. She threw back her head to give him access.

Cuddy pulled him into her. She felt him break through the barrier and deep into her. His girth filled her quickly.

House took it from there, moving her hand out of the way; he thrust his hips forward, watching her face as he penetrated deep inside her. She never looked more beautiful. He thrust again, and watched her, running one hand across her cheek. She leaned toward his touch, kissing his palm gently.

He already had her so worked up that she came easily, but he wasn't going to stop until he was equally satisfied.

Each thrust was followed by a gasp of pleasure from her and a grunt of excitement from him. House was focused, he was under the gun. They didn't have much time. Someone could walk in at any minute.

He heard the doorknob. "Crap!" He pulled out of her and quickly buttoned himself up. Cuddy pulled her skirt down and straightened her hair. She scowled as House dropped down into her chair.

"Dr. Cuddy, there's a..." her secretary looked at the scene with confusion. Cuddy was leaning on her desk, visibly weak. House was sitting in her chair. No one sat in her chair.

"Well Dr. Cuddy, I don't think it's contagious, but I will have to swing by for a follow up later today." House got out of her chair and walked past her, very, very close. "You lucky gal," he whispered as he brushed past her.

"Yes, um, thank you Dr. House." Curse him, getting her to thank him. She looked back at her secretary. "You said someone was here to see me?"

"Uh, yes, uh, Dr. Adams, for the cardiothoracic position?"

House turned and looked at Cuddy. A sly smile slid across his face. Poor Dr. Finkel was about to get screwed in the worst possible way. She smiled back at him assuring him that she would always have his back.