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'Hello?'
House's voice was still thick with hang over and weak from the previous night's drinking and...well the night with Cuddy. For a moment he had refused to answer his cell phone, hoping that whoever would just hang up. No such luck though and after a few more mumbled curses and fiddling for the phone he had finally grabbed firm hold of it and answered.
'Long night out?'
A lazy grin spread on Greg's face as he recognized the voice.
'You have no idea.'
A mirthless chuckle, followed by a half groan as his headache hit once more made it from him as he laid back down on his couch.
'Haven't heard from you in ages Brennan.'
'You know what it's like...,'
'Always busy.'
Both said together and he was sure he could hear the grin in her voice.
'Calling about work?'
Years ago they had worked together on something and had become friends of sorts. They were worlds apart, Brennan the withdrawn genius, who reveled in almost nothing besides her work and him the sarcastic genius loving to get her worked up with pop art references. They worked well together and he had made it his goal to get her to loosen up while they did.
'Not really work. I'm going to be in Jersey for two weeks because of a reading tour and was booked into the Marriot in Princeton. I just wanted to ask if you could spare some time for me.'
'For you? Always. When are you going to be here?'
'I'll be landing at noon tomorrow.'
'Well I'll have to be at the hospital till five.'
He heard snorting and then a female giggle and briefly wondered if that was really Temperance Brennan on the phone. The sounds unfamiliar and strange to him. But refreshing, he had to admit that. At least life had seemed to treat her well.
'Sticking to rules now? Not that I am all for it.'
'The hospitals Administrator is a bit, well let's say pissed at me.'
'No surprise there then.'
'If you feel up to it you could come by for Lunch?'
'That sounds like a plan. So tell me about that long night. Much of a hang over?'
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Of all the people in the world to meet, get drunk with and take home, it just had to be House. Go figure. That was just her luck, irony kicking her in the shins.
As she woke the second time that morning he was already gone, the only thing he had left behind was a message on her bathroom mirror in her favorite lipstick color, which she had wiped away furiously, desperation and humiliation driving tears out of her eyes. Looking at herself in the mirror she realized the hangover wouldn't be the only thing she would keep from the previous night. Her neck , shoulders and breasts were lined with beard burn as well as several bite marks and hickeys.
Cuddy let her wardrobe race through her mind while she tried to remember if she had ever owned a turtle neck. Today she'd simply stay inside, complete her Sunday schedule but there was no way that she could cover all that up tomorrow when having to be back to the Hospital, though she would have to try that with the purple hickey just behind her earlobe.
With a frown she let a fingertip stroke over the bruise, shuddering at the contact. The hickeys and bite marks were like a map to her all time favorite sensitive spots and she hated him all the more for having found them.
House would be insufferable for the next few days, maybe even weeks, making sure he reminded her of her failure over and over, until it was etched into her, painful and ever reminding like a paper cut between your fingers when you moved. Nothing was as humiliating as finding herself in bed with him. The one man where a one night stand could hurt. Lisa would've survived anyone else, she would've survived waking with someone like Wilson, she would've survived waking next to a woman. Everything was less scary and painful than Gregory House, for he was the only one yielding power over her and even more so while drunk.
He knew that. took advantage of her while drunk. And she pushed the voice in her head away, telling her that he had been just as drunk so really couldn't be blamed alone for the slip.
All Lisa really could do was walk into the Hospital with head held high, trying to save the last of her dignity.
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After finishing his story of the previous evening, leaving out is conquer of the hospital administrator for evident reasons, he kept chatting to Brennan for another ten minutes before they bid their goodbye's.
House had been happy for the distraction, for once not thinking back on the night before, trying to remember anything and not just the sketchy bits and pieces. He remembered drinking scotch and Cuddy joining in as he nagged her about her girly Manhattan. Then the next thing is the way her eyes changed rather pleasantly at a comment he made, probably something suggesting because that had been the time when they decided that he would join her on the cab ride.
They had planned to have coffee at her place, both probably already aware where this would end. Still he kept his hands almost quiet in the cab, just laying his left on her thigh, stroking the creamy expanse of skin, his pinky slipping under her skirt.
Once at Cuddy's place House had waited patiently for her to open the door. Then there was a huge void were he remembered nothing up until the point that he remembered sitting on her bed in his boxers, her coming towards him in underwear and then sitting on his lap. The everything was a blur of mixed feelings, tastes, sounds and emotions, thrown together as if in a tumbler and shaken hard. He couldn't pinpoint anything exactly besides that they had sex.
House groaned and then leaned his head back to rest against the back of his couch. He hated not remembering and he absolutely hated the headache, tho the Vicodin had almost killed that. He was more annoyed though that he lost so much memory of the night.
On the contrary to how prone he seemed to hire hookers he had done so once, maybe twice and then never again, feeling uncomfortable with strangers and his scar. So now that he had finally had sex he couldn't remember it. And the fact that it had been Cuddy worsened that effect. He knew, felt, suspected how good she must be once let lose and of course she filled a good deal of his fantasies. He'd call the guy who wouldn't fantasize about Lisa Cuddy gay.
The message House had left her on her mirror was more than a joke. He meant it. He had had every intention of getting to have her again. He wanted to have her at least once while not drunk.