Hello, thanks for the reviews on the past chapter and sorry for the lack of updates but blame that pesky smut-writer's block!! Anyway, I'm back with another chapter and a bit of Huddy bondage :o

Enjoy!

Chapter 5- Lace

10th October 2006

It had been a relatively boring day. I didn't have any cases, so the Ducklings were off somewhere, not doing work. Where as I was, honestly, I don't know why they don't take tips from me on work manner. I was finishing off my clinic hours for the week, I only had one more hour and I could go home for the weekend and return to M'Lady. My own beauty. My true love. My musical princess. Of course, I am talking about my Piano. We had a date for that evening.

But how was I to know how my whole life would be changed an hour later.

Well, that's putting it a bit much I think, because my life had been changed already only recently. What with the Ketamine treatment, meaning I could run and jump and stand without aching for hours afterwards. What a fucking Godsend that coma was. And thank heavens for Cuddy for actually following my orders and giving me the Ketamine.

So privately I thought I owed it to Cuddy to keep up with my clinic hours after that, only for the first two months I was back though, and thankfully I only had one more week to go after this last hour.

I'd had a bittersweet summer. The Ketamine was good and I had been given some time off. But of course that gave me time to daydream a lot more than usual. And of course the main object of my dreams was the strikingly beautiful Lisa Cuddy. My oldest friend, my best friend, my closest friend, the only woman who had the key to my heart and I couldn't even tell her.

I would dream that I was stroking her skin, tangling my hands in her curls, kissing her all over, exploring every inch of her stunning body. Then there was the bad part of the daydreams where I would wake up. I would imagine myself with Lisa in my arms and then of course, open my eyes to find myself alone and my sheets stained.

I peeked out the door of Exam Room 1 and didn't see my beautiful Boss anywhere so I crept out hoping to snag another couple of lollipops while I read the latest 'Rolling Stone' magazine. I remained relatively unseen as Nurse Brenda was busy with a patient who just couldn't wait. She would be the only nurse who would order me to clinic duty, she was Cuddy's right-hand-man when it came to the clinic.

I smiled to myself as I pulled the lid off the glass container and took out a Cherry Red lollipop and a Green Apple lollipop before hurrying back to the Exam Room but doing so I tripped up and stumbled into the bed. Thankfully I had the blinds closed and no one saw me stack it. I groaned and pulled myself up noticing my damn shoelace was undone.

I yanked on it to tie it up again but ended up with a couple of inches broken off in my hand, leaving the flippin' laces un-even.

"Damn it!" I cried. Now I would have to waste precious reading time to re-thread my bloody trainer. I sighed heavily as I took the lace out of my grubby trainer but was interrupted when my dearest Lisa entered to catch me doing no work.

"House!" She cried accusingly as I had predicted.

"What?"

"Where is your patient?"

"Waiting, I have to fix my shoe."

"What?" She asked a dubious look on her face.

"Well you wouldn't want your patient to be seen by a Doctor who isn't properly dressed." I said to grate her, knowing my fashion sense couldn't even be labelled as 'appropriate-for-work'.

"Your lace wouldn't break, if you wore something other than crap canvas shoes." She complained.

"Hey don't insult the Converse. Chucks are ole' classics you know."

"So they are actually appropriate for you." She snarked back. I had to smile at that one and bent down to fix my shoe, hoping she wouldn't see my smile. She has mentioned on more than one occasion that she thinks I should smile more because she likes it when I do. So I save it for those special moments, usually to be able to get something from her.

"House, forget your shoe and get a patient." She ordered.

"You might want to check the cabinets before I do so." I said, knowing they were running low since it was coming to the end of the working week. Well, for the normal jobs anyway.

She sighed and did so crossing the room, she turned her back to me and I got a nice view from behind. I stared at her, wondering if I could get away with copping a feel of her perfect ass. I don't just say that to tease her, I say it because it's true.

I hopped off the exam table and moved to Cuddy till I was right behind her, only an inch between us.

"House what are you doing?" She asked, turning round. The bright lights in the clinic room highlighted her dazzling blue eyes, as they looked at me with curiosity flickering in them. I didn't answer her with words, instead I did something I wished I had done many times before but never worked up the courage to do.

I closed the gap between us and placed my lips on hers. Surprised at first, she quickly came to my way of thinking and deepened the kiss. I felt her grabbing my hands and wrists and a tightening there but didn't pay much attention as she slipped her tongue in, fuelling my desire for her even more. Many a times I had wished to kiss her when we were in mid-argument, to change from cruel, harsh words to passionate, fiery kissing. To put our mouths to better use.

She pulled away though desperate for air, and stared at my chest. I wished she would look at me, I wished to see the yearning in her eyes I knew she felt and for her to finally give in to it. And throw the damn rule book out the window.

And indeed she did. She lifted her head, eyes meeting mine yet I could see her smirking at me, as she spun me around so I was forced up against the counter and cabinets. I tried to pull her close to me, but was unable as I realised what she had done before. She had taken my lace and tied my wrists together. Before I had a chance to ask her anything, she lifted my arms above my head and quickly tied them to the cabinet handle.

"Cuddy!" I cried in astonishment, awe, desire, many things I was feeling, I didn't know anything, except that right then I wanted her.

She chuckled lightly as I realised she had me well and truly tied up, I couldn't move much, except the pull the cabinet open but that wouldn't do me any good. And I certainly couldn't untie myself.

That sneaky little vixen!

She moved over to the door and I stared in horror. She was probably just gonna go now and leave me tied up overnight as some sort of kinky punishment for avoiding clinic duty.

But no, instead I heard her lock the door and saw her approaching me slowly, a seductive smile on her lips. Damn her for looking so sexy, I wanted to touch her so badly, this just wasn't fair. Especially when she resumed the kissing, and one of her hands travelled up to my hair, running her fingers through it, tugging to fire my senses. Where as her other hand was on my lower back, just enough pressure but the warmth emanating from them just too intoxicating.

I had already taken my jacket off but now Cuddy was making quick work of unbuttoning my shirt and running her hands over my chest down to my stomach. She suddenly looked subdued as her fingers lightly traced the scar from the bullet wound on my stomach.

"Cuddy, forget the guilt thing right now, and instead get your top off." I growled in her ear. Surprisingly she took a couple of steps back and did so, leaving her in her pink bra, light and transparent enough I could already see her hardened nipples. I was driven mad as I fruitlessly tried to touch her and was reminded that I couldn't. So that's why she did as she was told, just to play with me. The little tease!

She smirked at me as she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. I swallowed hard as I saw a matching pair of panties. I could feel the throbbing in my pants beginning to start as she walked over to me and touched me again. I shivered and simultaneously loved and hated her. Loved her for touching me in all the right places, as if she has always known and probably has. Hated her for not being able to touch her myself. Never let it be said that Cuddy doesn't know how to play the game. My hands were clenched in fists as I tried and failed to touch her, my wrists straining against the lace, as I thought how unfair it was they weren't breaking now?

I pressed my hips against hers, as if they were magnets and let me lips find her neck, sucking on it. To give her something to remember about this, something to punish her with. But she stopped me before I could leave her raw.

"Get my pants off." I ordered, desperate now to be inside her. To fill her up and hear her cry my name in ecstasy. But Cuddy was having none of that.

"You're gonna have to ask nicer than that." She said her eyes twinkling.

"Fine then." I said, wishing she didn't know how desperate I was for her but knew begging was inevitable. "Mistress Cuddy, please take my pants off."

She smirked once again and unzipped and unbuckled my jeans, sending them to the floor. She grabbed my cock and through the material of my boxers I could feel myself pulsating in her hand. I prayed that I wouldn't release too early, that would be too much humiliation. But Christ, the look in her eye made me ravenous for her and I couldn't remember a time that I had been more turned on in my life. But she wasn't making it easy, as she knelt before me and pulled my boxers down. My cock stood to attention, finally free from it's cotton restraint and she licked the tip while stroking the length of my shaft as well. Damn her, I couldn't help myself and began making embarrassing sounds as she wrapped her fingers around me. But had to bite my lip to stop us being discovered if that happened, that would confirm the rumours that had surrounded the hospital for years.

In the state of euphoria, I had forgotten where we were. But then I remembered. I was Gregory House and I was near enough naked, tied up in my workplace with my boss going down on me. I had to smile at the thought, until Cuddy brought me back to attention by licking the tip of my erection and even sucking.

"Fuck!" I whispered through clenched teeth. I concentrated on not letting go, not yet, not till I was inside her. Amazing the power she could have over me, right now I would do anything she asked as long as I could enter her.

At long last she stood up and kissed me again, tasting myself on her, I felt her dig her nails into my back which fired me again. She reached up and finally she undid the lace, removing it from my wrists. I let the pathetic piece of string fall to the floor as I spun her round and lifted her onto the counter. I unclasped her bra and finally cupped her breasts, rubbing my fingers over her already stiff nipples. I kissed her neck, making sure my stubble stung her soft skin, getting back at her.

I let my hands drift, one to the mass of curls fallen just above her shoulders, and the other to her panties ripping them away. That should do it, making her return to her desk without her panties. I smiled at the thought, as I couldn't take it any longer and pushed slowly into her.

She gasped but quickly smiled, realising like me that it was perfect, we fit together in every way. I smiled back, flashing my dimples and locked eyes with her as I began thrusting into her. She nearly screamed at the wonderful heated friction between us, but I kissed her before she could let out a wild cry.

It didn't take long till I was about ready to come, I knew she would join me, she couldn't hold out much longer either. 20 odd years of a weird and wonderful friendship and it comes down to this. It was better than I had ever imagined. I bucked wildly as I finally released into her and she tightened around my cock. Crashing into an incredible climax, better than I thought possible.

Coming down from the high, reality began to intrude, hair was ruffled, clothes strewn about, the rest of the world had been neglected. I kissed her softly, to let her know that this wasn't a one time thing and this wasn't a mistake. She smiled against me and nipped my lower lip, before licking it slowly.

We quickly dressed and tried to calm down, to make everyone believe we hadn't just screwed in the hospital. Cuddy shot me a furious glance as she held up her torn underwear. I made no attempt to look sheepish, instead finding it very amusing.

"So my place tonight?" I asked casually.

"Fine then." She said without hesitation, I raised my eyebrows, shocked that she would agree so quickly.

"Alright then, and I get to tie you up." I said salaciously.

"I don't think so." She said heading to the door.

"You're the boss at work, but my place, my rules." I called as her hand rested on the handle.

"Oh I don't know." She mused a smile playing on her lips. "I think I can make you beg again." With that she stalked out the room, head held high.

I smirked to the empty room and finally thread my shoe with the lace that had started it all.