Woohoo! Chapter 13! Thanks again to everyone who's been reading/reviewed/story alert etc, its so awesome to see and the reviews do great things for my writing process, kicks me into gear so to speak. Anyway this one contains absolute shameless smut, so any eyes that wish to avoid should probably skip the majority of this chapter. (forgive me, my mind has been so perverted lately, and that last Episode did Nothing to help! Half naked Hugh… just.. yeah) anyways… enjoy!
Another two months passed for the blissfully happy couple. Against all odds, House had finally come out on top, Vicodin free, and in love. He had finally managed to stop wondering if the pain had returned, nearly 6 months having passed since the successful Ketamine treatment with no relapse.
The hospital had been abuzz about their Dean of medicine finally hooking up with the head of Diagnostics, a pairing that had undergone years of speculation and bets. The gossip had tamed down somewhat, but the bets and speculation had only changed topic. Now instead of wondering when the two would finally do the horizontal mambo, they pondered how often, where, and how they did it. Many male faculty members were sure Dr. Cuddy was the boss at home as well as at work, their fantasies about a certain tight skirt wearing administrator feeding their analysis. The majority of the staff, however, was sure that Dr. House's powerful personality made him the boss in the bedroom.
The rumor mill was turning with fresh gossip this morning, revolving of course around a certain couple. A large quantity of roses had appeared in Dr. Cuddy's office that morning. People unanimously assumed that they were from Dr. House, but they wondered why. Roses for his girlfriend didn't exactly mesh with his usual snarky and sarcastic charm.
Meanwhile in Cuddy's office…
"You're just doing this to screw with them." It wasn't a question, just a statement of fact. Her arms were crossed as she leaned against the front of her desk. He pretended to look offended, "What are you talking about? Can't a guy do something romantic for his girlfriend? Roses are in the good boyfriend handbook you know." She raised one eyebrow quizzically, "And you've read the good boyfriend handbook? I know you, this is not your style. I do know what is, so what is your goal, if not to mess with the staff?"
He attempted a look of angelic innocence, but his horns seemed to be the only thing supporting his halo. She smirked at the mental image of House as a devil, horns and tail and pitchfork included, "You know they'll just assume you did something wrong and this is your over the top apology." She waved a hand, indicating the roses covering nearly every surface of her office.
He grinned, confirming her earlier observation with a devilish glint in his eyes, mischief spelled out clearly in the deep blue. He nearly stalked towards her, his steps slow and deliberate, not stopping until his body was just inches from hers, she felt her body begin to react to his proximity immediately. "Well of course, Cuddles. I stand to make upwards of 100 bucks if I can confirm that we have angry make up sex on your desk. Can't have makeup sex without first making up."
She rolled her eyes, struggling to remain impassive as his presence enveloped her, "House, we also need to have a fight to make up from, though I'm sure that can be arranged." The last bit was pushed out through clenched teeth, her control slipping from her fingers as she responded to him, like she always did.
His hands had been exploring her body, finding places he knew now by heart, places he knew would make her putty in his capable hands. She found herself getting angry at how easily he manipulated her body, and began to lightly stroke his thigh. Let it be said that on the subject of Houses body, she knew his just as well as he knew hers.
"Now now, Cuddles," He admonished in a husky voice, his lips finding their way to her ear, "I figured you would appreciate me skipping ahead to the fun part… oh and you know how I like it when you get angry. Back to House now am I? I'll have to fix that." Now she felt truly ridiculous, how could those words send shivers down her spine, practically panting on her desk, and she was actually considering going along with his crazy idea. Screw it, she was past the consideration stage, she was to the point where she would be disappointed if he were to stop.
He didn't disappoint. His palms slid along her skirt clad thighs, before tugging her blouse up and out of the skirt and working the tiny buttons. His hands continued their work, tossing the blouse over his shoulder and then pulling insistently at her skirt until it was pooled up around her hips. She glanced over his shoulder, noting that the blinds were all shut and the door closed.
He of course noticed, perceptive as he was, "Nobody is gonna come in, Lisa." His voice hummed into her ear, and lips caught her earlobe momentarily, "Your heart is racing. Your breathings accelerated," His voice was pitched low and his breath was hot and intoxicating on her throat, "You're starting to sweat, and I can practically smell the pheromones you're putting out." At that he buried his nose into her hair and inhaled deeply, taking in her scent, one of his favorite smells on the planet. It mingled deliciously with the fragrance of the roses in the air. His lips then began to trace down the column of her throat, leaving love bites like bread crumbs in his wake.
His fingers felt their way up her inner thigh till they reached her underwear, her arousal immediately evident to his searching fingers. He quickly pulled the underwear down and off, stuffing them into the pocket of his shirt. His fingers moved back, and in their exploration they skimmed across a deliciously sensitive spot and moan escaped her throat.
"Shhh now, love, "he murmured, "Wouldn't want to alert the whole clinic now would we." In her addled state she let that comment slide, instead reaching for the fastening on his jeans, pulling them down along with his boxers. It was immediately evident that she was not the only one turned on by their little tryst.
"Oh god Greg just shut up already. I want you right now, is that what you want to hear?" At this point she didn't care, she just wanted him inside her, all around her. She wanted to feel the way only he could provide for her. He seemed only too happy to oblige, his game forgotten.
With just a single step and thrust of his hips he slammed into her, and they both groaned simultaneously as starbursts of pleasure exploded behind their eyes. He slid out almost all the way before slamming in again, and again, each time a wave of pleasure travelled through her body.
His arm looped under one of her thighs, pulling it up, changing the angle and intensifying the sensations. Now it was a pure tsunami of sensation, gooseflesh breaking out across her skin. He picked up speed, thrusting harder, deeper, grinding his hips against hers.
The pressure was building, but he held it at bay, always the gentleman. "Break apart for me Lisa." He panted. Almost as if it had been waiting on his words, she catapulted over the edge. He crushed his lips against hers, catching his name as she called it out, sufficiently muffling it. As her inner muscles clenched around him, he followed her over the edge, suppressing his out shout of completion as he emptied himself into her. He buried his face in the hollow of her shoulder, catching his breath.
Suddenly, a cat-got-the-canary grin bloomed on his face, and he leaned back to look in her eyes. He waggled his eyebrows at her, his mood abruptly playful and mischievous. "Well now, looks like I've got some money to win. Wanna go out to eat tonight? I'll buy." He winked, and she slapped his arm, giggling. She had yet to come down from her high, and couldn't be bothered to summon up the proper level of disdain. This was typical house behavior, and she had to admit, she loved every minute of it.
He pulled his clothes back on, only half attempting to straighten up his shirt, leaving it rumpled from where she had bunched it in her clenched fists. He politely handed her blouse back to her, that shit eating grin still present. He waited until she had it mostly buttoned up before stealing a quick kiss, turning on his heel to leave.
He pulled open the door, the hustle and bustle of the clinic floating through the opening. "YOU DIDN'T LOCK THE DOOR!" Her whisper was outraged, "Anyone could have walked in! You said you-" He cut her off quickly, the grin widening," I never said it was locked, I said no one was going to come in. AND I was right." He slipped out, closing the door behind him.
She heaved a heavy sigh, then her eyes widened for a moment before snapping closed. Bastard still had her underwear.
House patted his pocket, grinning in triumph as he headed for the stairs. When he reached the fourth floor he blew right by his office to head to Wilsons. Bursting in without knocking in his usual style, he was surprised to find him sitting alone, and apparently, waiting for him.
"Guess who's about to win a bet?" He started in without greeting, pulling the panties from his pocket and waving them in the air. Wilsons jaw dropped before he snapped it closed, regaining his composure. "How do I know you didn't just get her to give you the underwear and trick me?" House laughed out loud, startling himself, "Do I look like I just asked her for her underwear?"
Wilson observed the rumpled clothing, still creased from her hands, and his face, still flushed and his eyes bright. He grumbled, "Nope. You look like… well, we both know. Damn, she must seriously love you." House waggled his eyebrows, "Nah I'm just too much of a stud." His expression suddenly lost all sense of joking, "She does love me. I think just as much as I love her."
Wilson's eyebrows skyrocketed to his hairline at the sudden confession. He knew it, but had never heard his friend actually say it. He stood up to walk around the desk to him, clapping him on the shoulder, "I'm happy for you, House." House allowed a small smile before stepping back, breaking the contact. "I know." He strode out of the office, stopping for a moment to call over his shoulder, "And wipe that sappy grin off your face." Wilson made no move to do so, and the sappy grin only seemed to widen. Finally, his best friend was getting a little happiness.
Okay next chapter should be an interesting one. Hope everyone liked this one! Next chap should be up by tomorrow hopefully. Leave a review if you like, and thanks for reading!