Cuddy was on her way back to her dorm with her roommate when she realized she had forgotten her sweater in the club where they had spent their evening. Her new friend wanted to join her but Cuddy said that she could manage on her own and that she'd be home soon after swinging by the bar to pick it up. She was in the corridor asking an employee to grab her sweater from the lockers when she heard music she was fond of which tickled her curiosity. Everybody was long gone and she was wondering who was producing these soft notes.
When she entered the now empty place, she discovered who was making that delectable music she heard from outside and she stopped right after passing the doors, frozen by the sight of him and the sounds he was making on the baby grand piano that he seemed to master as well as any professional she had the privilege to attend the live shows of. His music was deep, subtle, controlled, sad and joyful at the same time like the blues could often make you feel. He was unaware of anything else happening, consumed by his music, his craft, living out a solitary moment of truth. As she trailed the sight of him before her, the same way a painting would direct the human eye to search for its interpretation and meaning by examining its details, she scrutinized him.
His eyes were closed, his soul drinking in the music; his hands working the ivory and black keys by heart; the faultless talent exuding from his body. She was soon drawn back to his face that was currently exhibiting uncontrollable spasms from the supremacy of his feelings taking over his whole being. She knew right then that there was no way she would ever be able to stay away from him, forget about him, and not want to know more about him. She was hanging onto his every note, living this moment with intensity, receiving what he was giving on the same level he was feeling it. Cuddy stared at him and then closed her eyes getting flooded by the music, together with him, until her arm was pulled by the owner of the place.
She opened her eyes and he handed her the sweater. He was about to leave when she took a hold of his forearm, nodded over in the direction of the stage and asked who this guy was. "His name is Greg House or something. I let him play sometimes. He's good and that's good for business. He called dibs on that piano a few years ago when he started college I think. Take care." Then he was gone. But Cuddy was still staring at House. 'House' she said in her head. She was intrigued, again; yes she was definitely going to have to uncover the dirt on him. She didn't have time to elaborate a plan when she realized he had stopped playing. She rushed out before he could even register her presence.
She got to class on Monday morning still thinking about him. Sunday had been productive. She lead her little inspection discreetly and had found out what grade House was in, what his major was and she was baffled that he was into medicine like her, though if she really thought about it, how else would he have been able to know what her class schedule meant? She also found out a lot more than she wanted to know about his reputation. But it wasn't like Cuddy to judge a book by its cover or to ever get into anything without having a clear picture beforehand.
Her lunch break was going to serve her to work up her little magic. She had to find a way to get close to him, to make him become aware of her. She had to play it wisely with him because if their encounter in the library had been any indication, he was far from stupid and she couldn't be obvious. She couldn't be as transparent as the rest of the females who were fawning over him. Cuddy was special and she was going to make sure that he would take notice. He needed to fall for something other than the pretty package; he needed to fall for her bright and beautiful brain.
Lucky for her, she had done enough credits in high school to be allowed to attend courses higher than her current level of studies. She also was convinced she could do it all: go to her regular classes, not before 11, have a social life, and sign up for advance courses in subjects she knew would be necessary to become a doctor. She could pretty much talk her way into anything. Four years of college and four years of med school didn't cut it for Cuddy. She was going to do them both in six years tops, if not less.
When she got a peek at his schedule, thanks to her well thought out lies to admission, Cuddy didn't blink twice before picking the classes she was going to audit. Endocrinology was calling her like a child after its mother as if it were a revelation for her that would affect her whole medical career. Again, she didn't want to go into gynecology/obstetrics or pediatrics like most of the aspiring female med students she knew and would walk straight into the social convention dictated by the medical field. But genetics was very intriguing as well and only at the dawn of its potential; so instead of choosing one or the other she went for both. She wouldn't limit herself. Never mind the packed schedule, never mind the long hours, never mind the additional work. If she could manage this for her first semester, she would add toxicology in January.
Her first audit began on a Tuesday afternoon. She went in to observe in hope it wouldn't disappoint and she appreciated the lecture of the young professor. House was there, minding his own business, barely paying attention until he yelled out a correction to a question a student had answered wrongly. That was the-know-it-all Cuddy had met over the weekend alright. This moment was like a confirmation. This man was audacious and self-assured and that obviously came from a brilliant mind. She liked that he was right and that he wouldn't hesitate to say so. His confidence and knowledge not only were remarkable but they were quite efficient. Cuddy got out glad to have made the right decision. The ball was in her court now. Thursday morning was going to be the moment she would either shine or feel shame. She had finished the chapter they were studying for the coming couple of weeks on the Wednesday and she was ready to show what she hid under the vest as well.
When the professor asked a tricky question to the semi-circle amphitheater before him and was rewarded with silence, he began to enlighten the class himself. Except that what he was saying could definitely be open to interpretation as he was addressing a controversial matter in endocrinology about diagnostics. What he gave as evidence was actually not made quite clear-cut by the official studies as reported in Cuddy's readings. Without raising her hand, Cuddy spoke up and went all in. She argued her point, backed up by examples. A couple of pertinent affirmations turned into closed questions and that left the professor startled. He tried to break her argument but was quick to realize she wouldn't back down since she actually had a point. She had taken a shot, she was textbook and articulate and that didn't go unnoticed neither by the professor or House, whose eyes had been on her the second she had opened her mouth. She had the guts to get in there and took a calculated chance. Professor McKenzie had even asked for her name before nodding his approval of her bold and spot on answer in the end, defeated. Then he went back to his lesson.
'Cuddy!' Why did that name sound familiar to him? He must have read it or heard it somewhere before. But what Cuddy was excited about was the fact that House hadn't taken his piercing blue eyes away from her for the remainder of the class. She could tell, even though she was carefully avoiding looking at him.
Little did she know it was at that moment that he'd set his mind on getting to know her, which of course meant seducing her. He was more than intrigued. He was going to make his move this Friday during the first frat party of the year on campus. Now if only he could make sure she was going to show up…
When Cuddy was about to walk out the door on Friday morning, she noticed a flyer on the floor as she had stepped on it. It wasn't there the night before when she had gotten to her dorm and she started reading it to see what it was about. 'FFFF' was largely printed at the top of the page. It seems Cuddy already had her mind in the gutter because before she could read the meaning, her mind immediately went to the four Fs: French, Feel, Finger, and Fuck! She blamed it on her high school buddies for teaching her that. She also blamed it on her hormones that were very much alert from the novelty of college and the enticement of meeting a bunch of brand new people mostly stimulating. She smirked and then read along:
'FIRST FRAT FALL FEST on Friday night hosted by the Phi Chi Medical Fraternity – exclusive to med students, open to men and especially women! The fun you don't want to miss starts at 8 p.m. in the main Clubhouse. See you there!'
Cuddy had plans for the evening it seems. There was no way she would miss a chance to party. She went about her day barely holding in her excitement about the evening to come and attending her first frat party like a real student would. She took a while to get ready and dragged her roommate out the door with her. They were in for some good times. What she didn't know then was that one particularly charming man would ensure she was going to have a memorable time. After all, wasn't he the one who made sure some flyers served their purposes? A little detail he ended up revealing to her at some point several years later. Despite being completely clueless about the way the little piece of paper had reached her doorstep, Cuddy was strongly hoping a particular student would attend the same party.
Conveniently hidden away from the mass in a corner of the large main room of the clubhouse, gulping on his second beer of the evening, discreetly toying with the few quarters and bills in his pocket from impatience, House was bored. Or if he was honest with himself, he was anxious to find out if his little hand in pushing his luck would pay off or not. Did she find the flyer? Was she interested? Did she like to party like that girl he had handed out books the previous week end? Was she going to come to this party? Would he get the chance to charm her over and get what he wanted? A few of his interrogations would find answers sooner than later but not necessarily the way he would expect.
Getting laid had never really been a problem considering how easy on the eyes he was and how effective his hunting proved to be, and the sexual myth that was told was true, at least in quality more than in quantity, but it didn't mean automatically that things would be this simple with Cuddy. He could already sense from the brief time he had spent studying her in class that she was something else, just like he was something else, and he was more than curious to go through the layers of this girl who he thought was awfully daring and bold for someone who he assumed from her younger age knew so little about life.
She was going to prove him wrong, and right, and that would be the beginning of something that neither of them would be able to let go of for the months and years ahead.
Scanning the crowd, he eventually tracked her down. That is if spotting her entering the living room of the place he had left trails for her to come to could be considered tracking. She was laughing with her friend as both young girls had just been escorted inside by a couple of dudes who were holding the fort deciding which newcomers they would grant access to. Naturally, Cuddy and her roommate had met their criteria and they were welcomed by the two young men sparing a few comments about their attires with their strong cool college coax.
House almost choked at the sight of her. His head slightly and smugly held up high, his eyes fixed on her, his jaw faintly dropped and crocked; he watched her make her way into the area, outlining her body from top to bottom and bottom to top with his fixed eyes as she was taking off her thin shoulder wrap.
Her outfit was one of his favorite kinds: a midriff silky fuchsia top with no straps that was probably the most outrageously flattering tiniest piece of garment he had ever seen worn by a girl barely legal. The garment was hardly and painfully containing her generous chest; and a tight black miniskirt was leaving no contour of her up to his imagination as it was hugging her flawless silhouette. Her stomach was flat like a starved girl and yet when she pivoted to drop her purse and scarf somewhere he wasn't looking, he stopped breathing right after inhaling a gush of air when he was able to take a look at her behind. Her ass seemed nothing like one of a little girl, much like her tits he thought, and it looked unspeakably firm and full, all set and asking to be felt up, at least that's what his mind was telling him.
His eyes grew bigger, his tongue flipped between his lips and he felt his dick twitch inside his pants as he kept fixating on her.
Her legs were well-shaped from exercising, and he was appreciative especially of her calves flamboyantly flexed on a pair of high heeled sandals that enhanced her petite figure. Only then he was able to release the air he was holding in his lungs and breathed out from the uneasiness he was in. And yet he couldn't look away, especially with her voluminous, long dark curly hair following the sway of her hips, gently caressing her exquisitely tanned bare shoulders all the way down to the top of her buttocks.
He was smitten for sure and frozen in his spot. He, the great Gregory House didn't know what his next move was going to be. It boded well that the twosome were quickly taken away on a grand tour of the house so he could take a moment to compose himself.
On her way outside the main room, Cuddy had this little satisfied smirk gracing her face at the few accomplishments she had managed within only 15 minutes. House was there and he had without a doubt taken notice of her. Everything was in check. She had tracked him down to class and now to this party that appeared more and more promising by the minute.
As she wandered around the house, she made a few stops to talk to the many people she was meeting. She was talked into a few rounds of darts by a guy she had teased a little too much about his poor targeting skills, and she was provided with a drink and some food and was currently busy scoring more points at the foosball table than her opposite team wished. Match, rematch, re-rematch and more, she wouldn't lose and she was gracious enough to put the two guys in front of her and her roommate out of their misery when she lost the last game on purpose. She could tell it started out as fun and turned into frustration for them. She was wise enough to remain cute yet conciliating, at least for now as a novice. She was not the kind of person to hold back on account of being a woman. But if the boys had been rubbed the right way, somebody else that had been back to observing her was not unaware of her little diversion the least bit.
That was his opening. He made his way towards her, calm and confident. "You let them win that last one, but I can beat you fair and square." Cuddy remained unaffected, at least on the outside, and looked up to him.
"What's your game?"
"Pool. One on one. Three rounds. Winner makes the prize, loser must take it."
"You're on!"
"Oh and one more thing, each ball into a hole gets a question answered."
"Deal!"
The game, if one might call it that was mainly a push and pull of the plain and stripes balls on the velvet green table, but anybody that was looking on could tell it was really a show down between two new friends. With each ball that disappeared, more people were gathering around them to witness what they could only call foreplay. The tension between them was palpable. They would only engage in their little Q&A hitting back and forth with every ball gone keeping their thoughts to themselves.
"So what is a little lady like you doing here in the big boys' med house?" I'm so much more than what you think I am.
"I'm a med student. Well, actually I'm going to be one in less than a couple of years." She's ambitious. "Who are you exactly…'big boy'?" She asked quoting him sarcastically.
"House. You're Cuddy, right?" She nodded. He heard it what, once in class and he remembered. Sweet she thought. "So where are you from little lady?"
"New Jersey, and stop calling me that!" Feisty! I like that. They asked a few more questions until she asked: "What are you majoring in?"
"You would know; you're already attending at least two of my med courses." Busted! She knew indeed.
She knew he was a legend on campus, for his academic and sarcastic smartness, and a few other less than substantial details she'd rather put aside, and was already making a name for himself at the local hospital he was interning with. This is what a short week had already taught her. She had been distracted examining him during their first game. Her little crush was becoming bigger with every new question and answer about him and that left her unfocused, and because of this, he won the first round despite spending more time ogling her cleavage and her ass than focusing on his pool moves. She realized at this moment a very specific side she liked about him. He wasn't good, he was great, and winning looked good on him despite his smug expression. They were alike. She had to win. She didn't know it yet but he would get to win and be right a lot more than her in the future, depending on how you defined it. But that force he seemed to hold, she wanted the same and she was going to get it whether it was about a silly game of pool or in her education and career.
She won the second round, which revealed a few other crucial things about one another in the process. Thankfully, she was warmed up and less affected by his magnetism. It was only with their final face down that House started to show his true colors. He had only allowed her to break in the game order to put all of his balls in their holes with one straight pass. House had played it to perfection. He was laying low on the first round, testing the water; he had probably let her win the second round to lower her defenses; and he had gone in for the kill in the last round ensuring she'd get none of her additional questions answered, saving him from any unwanted revelation, guaranteeing his questions to all be met with her replies.
She was fuming!
He was gloating!
He put the pool cue back in its rack, picked up a fresh beer and got closer to her. "You're not bad Cuddy but I've been playing this since you weren't even born, it's not a fair game. Oh and by the way, I'm going to collect my prize before the end of the evening." And with only this he walked away from her, heading outside.
Cuddy remained stuck in place, looking after him sliding through the large windows that lead to the porch. What she was feeling about him at this very moment would with her stick forever: the worse and the best; an enormous annoyance and a massive attraction; a need for self-protection and a wanton to get burnt; wariness but admiration and so much more. This was the moment she understood she was playing in another world, the world of grown-ups and she had to figure out the rules before she'd get eaten alive. House was too advanced in this discipline which he seemed to master to perfection and if she wanted any chance to play in the same league she'd have to raise her game. This was the moment she decided to play it smoothly to keep him on his toes. She was ready for the challenge.
For House, half of his mission was accomplished, he thought. He was positive Cuddy was going to welcome him in her bed before the end of the night. She was obviously interested otherwise she wouldn't have played pool and she would have responded to his antics with only irritation without the fluster she scarcely managed to keep in check. He had watched her dance, drink and talk to guys for a couple of hours. He was liquored up just enough to set the next step of his plan in motion and the night wasn't getting any younger. In the now dim lit den, he made his way towards her and without notice, without waiting for her to finish her conversation and turn, he whispered in her ear: "You owe me a dance."
Cuddy was startled and turned her head while raising her eye brows. "That's it? Just a dance? Talk about an underwhelming prize, I've pretty much danced with every guy who asked me tonight." Oh but now it was House's turn and she was about to find out what dancing meant for him as rarely as he would partake. He had been a witness of her skills as well and that little energetic and precise body of hers would get to be trapped only by his now.
The room was lit by a few spotlights that would ensure them to see what was happening between the two of them while at the same time granting them some intimacy from the rest of the crowd. They started out on a piece of rock and roll. House had patiently been waiting until the set of disco was over. He wasn't fond of that kind of music. He liked the classic stuff better. Rocking her, rocking with her, spinning her as the ultimate tool around him comforted his assurance that he was in charge, leading their dance, leading the progression of the night as she was following his rhythm ardently, pliant under his defined and directive moves.
It was a done deal he thought.
He couldn't wait to repeat the same dance later but without any clothes on. The song ended but they didn't stop and continued on for maybe half an hour. They couldn't tell. Maybe six or seven fine classic rock songs had been played and they were still at it. If Cuddy hadn't pulled away that could only mean that she was enjoying herself. The idea was stroking his ego and he let a little loose.
"So I take it you're having fun. Your obligation was only for one dance. But yet look at you practically throwing yourself at me." He managed to ask when she got closer to him in between the next three passes.
"You wish! I told you, I love to dance!" She laughed and yelled as he was holding her at arms-length.
"Clearly." So basically she had kindly told him that she didn't care whoever her partner was. It wasn't what he wanted to hear. He had to dig a little. He knew thirty something women who didn't know how to dance half as well as she did. A small clue like this would be brushed off by anybody else but House was tipped off and begun to think that maybe there was more to her than meets the eyes. What was her deal?
"Where did you learn to dance like that?" She laughed. Now it was her turn to have the upper hand. He was impressed by her dancing moves. Let's be honest, they looked mesmerizing together. The pool games were long forgotten. The few eyes on them would think they had been practicing their rocking for months but no, they were just fitting together, a good match paired up for a few moments less than coincidentally.
"I've been around." This was all she would disclose. Of course, that wasn't enough for House.
"Around where?" He insisted.
"Trips. I mostly learnt to dance while travelling and a few other things too." She said lowering her head while grinning. He was livid. Since when a rookie like her would get to tease him? She was definitely more than he expected. A week ago she was still a bit shy but for some reason he was bringing out her cheeky side more than anyone she had ever met. But thankfully he didn't know this so Cuddy could still pretend he didn't have that much effect on her. Still, he had to wash that proud, albeit cute, and terribly enticing grin off her face stat.
"Is that where you learnt to dress like a prostitute as well? During one of your little trips?" Cuddy raised her head and stopped smiling for a second before she could find a way to retort.
"I don't see anybody complaining." She said while looking around her. "And by the way, if you think this is risky, you obviously haven't spent much time with the youth of Europe."
House had to have something clever to say. He didn't have the time though as the music changed from a dynamic rock to a slower dance which unsettled him as Cuddy was still holding his hand, waiting. He took it as an invitation and brought her closer to him. She was compliant and he was content to mold her body into his. He took a stronger hold of her hand and put it with his on his chest.
Cuddy had never been closer to him and she could feel his imposing upper muscles as he was holding her. She liked it.
He placed his hand on her lower back after a slow slide down her spine making sure to feel as much of her as possible. He wanted to test her, see how far he could go, how far she would let him. His hand was pressed at the top of her butt, in between cheeks, the tip of her long thick hair tickling the back of his hand and he was tentatively guiding her hips together with his sways by following the music. She was pretty sure what she was feeling on her lower stomach was his almost fully rose excitement.
Stuck together, they both took time to appreciate what they were sharing with selfishness. He had her entire body right where he wanted her, well at least until he would get to feel her naked body this close to him between bed sheets or a comfy couch. She smelled fruity. Her hair smelled like coconut and her lip gloss was probably one of those berries he would get to taste later. He was hoping for some cherry flavor. But for now he was focused on the supple feel of her cleavage taunting him pushed up against his chest and the plentiful feel of her upper bum moving marvelously in his hand placed at the limit of what she would allow.
She was so hot he had to get her home.
Cuddy wasn't doing much better at controlling herself. She was perched up on her heels and receptive. She loved the grazing sensation of his stubble on her cheekbone and his masculine smell was intoxicating. Her eyes wandered on his neck and shoulder until she closed them, enjoying entirely being in the presence of a real man. She was contracting by now; a couple of strong muscle contractions in her inner thighs that were forcing a gasp out of her into House's neck. How on earth was she going to resist him? She knew then that this tall man would be the end of her.
He chose this moment to further his advance. He didn't ask her or take into consideration the people around them, who by now were either into their own slow dances or half asleep on the lounge from booze and too much partying, when he grabbed both her hands, looked straight into her yes and steered her away from the room. She let him direct her outside on the deck, on the private side where they would be alone in front of a scenic view of the Huron River.
She took in the sight before her, the water smoothly reflecting the light of the moon. She was facing the fence, her hands resting on top of it when House made his move. He didn't waste time, he didn't bother put up a warning, and he just went for it. He turned her to face him and as she was biting her lower lip, her mouth was as voluptuous as the rest of her body and he wanted his teeth to bite her lips. He slid his right hand under her soft hair and gripped her neck pulling her closer to him. His eyes on target, he went for her mouth and captured her full lips with his. He kissed her hungrily, savoring the sweet cherry of her lips, as his fingers scuffed that spot at the base of her hairline on her neck that made her shiver while his thumb patted the side of her face, tracing the outline of her jaw, his nail grazing her earlobe.
But as if his hand wasn't enough, Cuddy was absolutely enchanted by the way he was using his mouth to discover hers. He needed no permission for her to grant him access to her mouth as he was already done with the first peck and much more into having her opened and inviting. She reciprocated with the same hunger until they were both wielding their mouths together, their tongues twisting, moistening their lips unable to stop for air. Cuddy's senses were very much alive. She was feeling her whole body react to his kiss and touch. The cool air of the night firming her skin, she was sure her nipples were stiff in her corsage and that the tightening within her lower abdomen was dampening her thin thong. House was now without a doubt hard against her and they both wanted each other desperately as evidenced by the increasing exert of their kissing while breathing heavily.
In retrospect, the next morning Cuddy was glad she was stopped before she could follow him home. She was fairly certain the night of passion would have been worth it but she was also convinced that nothing productive would come out of giving in to him so fast, so freshly arrived on campus. Her roommate had made that decision for her when she burst their bubble to ask for Cuddy's help. She wasn't even drunk but she was sick. Cuddy had had a beer and tried a sip of a few cocktails. She wasn't crazy about alcohol. She didn't need booze to have a good time. Her new friend had had her first drink and then more drinks and obviously one too many and she was not feeling well.
Cuddy and House were taken out of their fizz and stared at each other still breathing heavily with wanton and frustration for a few seconds until Cuddy understood she had no choice but to walk her friend home. She was mad the whole way back and she could remember the last expression on his face when she left him. He was frustrated and probably angry.
She took care of her friend when they arrived home and she settled on a shower before sleeping. But she was far from relaxed lying down on her bed afterwards. Her whole body was hungry and unfulfilled, aching for some attention and release. She kept thinking about him, the way they had danced together, the way he felt against her holding her, the way he had kissed her and left her with unconsumed desire. Her hand slipped under her damp robe and travelled down between her legs.
One of her breasts was exposed, her dark bud already erect from the breeze of air coming from the opened widow. But soon her fingers found her gleaming folds and started to complete the task her brain was ordering, what her body was begging for.
She gently used her major and ring fingers to slide along her sex, avoiding her clit and going straight to her labia to feel her wetness. She closed her eyes and recalled feeling House's arousal confined in his pants, trapped between their bodies not too long ago. The more he had pressed her close to him, the more she had been contracting and when he brashly yet skillfully took her mouth, he had tasted so good she could still feel the sensation on her lips, her tongue and her responsiveness all over her body. And that's when her impatience grew wider as was the opening of her legs and entrance. She started to rub herself slowly, smoothly spreading her moisture all over her sex which her mouth mimicked as she licked her lips and bit on them while panting from the increasing speed of her fingers on her clit. She was working on herself tantalizingly imagining him pleasing her. Her rhythm and her touch were remarkably controlled and clinically precise, like the proficient practitioner she was from having done this countless times knowing every little detail about her body and how to proceed to make this as rewarding as possible.
Her hand kept going on her, doing its job like a pro, aiming for its goal and she wanted to feel pressure and pleasure enhanced in every way she could manage on her own. She eased her major finger inside herself, bustling her hand inside and around her vulva which made her whimper from the vibrations it was creating. She was well aware that it didn't even come close to the potential she had felt on her hip when she was still with him. She curled her finger downward to reach that sweet spot within her inner walls that send tremors throughout her body. She had to grab a bar of her bedpost to steady herself.
She went back to pleasuring herself by focusing solely on her swollen clit that would be the key to her undoing. She put her two drenched fingers on each side of her clit and pressed them together lightly while stroking it up and down in rapid motions building up for the final self-administered mercy.
Forget panting, she was now moaning and thinking of House doing exactly this to himself on the other side of town, stroking himself up and down, thinking of her. She turned her head on the side, involuntarily diving her head into her pillow, gathering her strengths to ensure her whole body was on the task.
Cuddy bucked her hips into her hand, she steadied her legs, she took a couple of long mouthful of air through her gritted teeth and she contracted her walls while still touching her clitoris. She finally reached a powerful orgasm with waves of pleasure that left her holding onto her sex that would soon prompt her for an added completion.
That night, she fell asleep quickly, her body put to rest and her mind in peace.
