CHAPTER 2
"Nice digs, Cuddy," House exclaimed, whistling as they walked into the hotel suite. "Aren't you glad you're presenting? All the people attending are probably unpacking in shoeboxes right now."
"Yeah, it's really nice," Cuddy agreed, wandering around the spacious rooms. She looked in the bathroom at the huge tub, the stacks of fluffy towels, and the double sinks. "Ha ha! Two sinks!" she exclaimed. "Now I can wash my face without you threatening to spit your toothpaste on my head."
"I'll still threaten that," House called to her. "It has nothing to do with sink space." Cuddy wandered back out and found House already stretched on one of the two beds, shoes kicked off, looking at the room service menu. She stretched out on her side next to him, sore and sleepy from the long day of traveling. House reached over and ran a hand along her hip and thigh while he read. "Oooh, Cuddy, they have French toast. You want French toast?" He knew it was her favorite.
"Hmm," Cuddy considered. "Did you want room service, or do you want to go out to a restaurant?" she asked him. House responded by rolling her onto her back and and leaning down to kiss her.
"I want to get naked, have sex in this bed, eat dinner naked, watch tv, have sex in the other bed, and fall asleep," he replied. "In any order."
"Well, aren't you the man with the plan?" she teased.
"I am, but you are my administrator, so you can set my priorities," he said, kissing down her neck. Cuddy sighed and laid her hands on his head, enjoying the warmth of his mouth on her skin. House's fingers were unbuttoning her shirt, running down her toned stomach. She sighed again, sinking into the soft bed. "Will you rub my back?" she asked. "I'm all sore from the plane."
"I will rub anything you ask me to rub," House replied, rolling Cuddy onto her stomach and helping her shrug off her shirt. House unhooked her bra and started massaging her back muscles, much to Cuddy's delight. "Sorry, I know you're probably sore too. I'll trade with you in a minute."
"Good," he replied. "My penis is killing me." Cuddy laughed at his predictable, juvenile response. Cuddy found her eyelids getting heavy. "C-uddy," House sang in a whisper. "I don't mean to micro-manage, but I think you are doing things in a crazy order… unless you want me to have sex with you twice while you are not naked and asleep." Cuddy laughed and tried to rouse herself. "I know you're whipped," he continued, but I think you should eat something. You haven't eaten in seven hours. And you have to get naked so I can at least grope you while you sleep," he joked. Cuddy sat up.
"Okay, I'll have French toast. I'm gonna go wash my face," she said, climbing over House, stopping to kiss him long and slow, and then padding off to the bathroom.
House was just hanging up with room service when a perfectly breathtaking naked Cuddy came back into the room, slipping under the covers next to him. "You still kill me with that," House commented.
"With what?" she asked smiling.
"With your body," he replied, pulling back the covers to get under and have access. He started kissing her mouth, her chin, and down her neck. Cuddy pulled his shirt off and was running her hands along his back while one of his hands was working its way down her torso toward her sex. Cuddy felt his fingers gently graze her and she let a little noise escape her lips when there was a knock on the door. "That was fast," House said. "Hold that moan." He gave her a promise I'll be back kiss and got up to get the food from the room service guy. When he opened the door, however, it was Wilson standing there.
"Aww, Wilson, man!" he complained. "Do I still need to put a sock on the doorknob?" he asked.
"What?" Wilson asked. "Oh… oh! Sorry!" He looked at his watch. "It's only 6 o'clock."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was before the designated fornication hour. Jet lag," House said with some irritation.
"I'll just talk to you later," Wilson said, starting to leave when the room service guy actually did show up.
"It's fine, Wilson," House relented. He noticed Wilson looked upset. "You want some food?" he asked, taking the room service tray from the guy.
"No, that's alright," Wilson replied hesitantly. "I don't wanna mess up, you know…"
"You already messed it up!" House replied bossily. "Oh! But actually, wait there for a minute."
House closed the door in Wilson's face and walked back into the room, tossing his discarded T shirt at her. "Put this on. Our parade rain is here." Cuddy put on House's shirt and wrapped the blankets around her, making a little nest. House handed her a covered plate of French toast that she immediately started eating. "I told you you were hungry," he said.
"I know, I know. You're right," she replied with her mouth full of French toast.
"You're also incredibly horny," House informed her. "Trust me." He walked to the door and let Wilson in. "Okay, Eeyore. What's bothering you?"
Wilson slumped into the room, looking upset and uncomfortable. "Hi, Cuddy," he said. "Sorry to bother you guys."
"It's fine, Wilson," Cuddy reassured him. "Are you okay?" Wilson sat on the edge of the other bed and took some fries from the plate House held out for him.
"I should be," he replied. "I'm overreacting."
"That's what you do, Wilson," House said, "Care to tell us something new?"
"You know that oncologist, Bauer?" he asked them.
Cuddy rolled her eyes. "Oh, God, yes," Cuddy said, again through a mouthful of French toast. Wilson looked at House.
"Yeah, she seems all hot at work, right?" he teased. "Then this is what I deal with at home." Cuddy wrinkled her nose at him.
Cuddy swallowed. "If it weren't for House," Cuddy continued, "That guy would be the biggest ass in the hospital." House leaned back, lifting the covers slightly and looked at Cuddy's ass, eyebrows raised. She narrowed her eyes at him.
"Glass houses, babe. That's all I'm saying," House retorted. "Anyway, what about him, Wilson?"
"Well, he's been interested in my approach to working with the medical students. I have been working on this way of introducing them to the pharmacology of cancer treatments through a strategic ordering of the different manifestations -" House laid back and pretended to start snoring loudly. "Anyway," Wilson continued, taking the hint, "He acted like he wanted to try it with his students and has asked me for various documentations of the technique. When I got to the conference I was looking through the program and he's presenting my stuff!" Wilson exclaimed.
"Bastard!" Cuddy exclaimed. House looked at her.
"Oh, sorry. You're usually talking to me when you say that," he explained, cutting into her French toast with another fork to take a bite. She hit his hand with her fork.
Cuddy continued, "Wilson, I'm so sorry! Did you confront him about it?"
House snorted. "Wilson doesn't do confrontation," he explained. "He does passive pouting and hand-wringing instead." Wilson sighed, acknowledging that House was kind of right.
"Wilson, you have to say something," Cuddy encouraged.
"That's the thing," Wilson, said, "He's not going to care. He knows what he did. I was a fool for getting suckered into thinking the guy actually wanted to improve med student education."
"When's the presentation?" House asked.
"Tomorrow morning, first thing at 9am," Wilson answered, completely disheartened.
House looked at his watch. "That's over 14 hours from now," House explained. "That leaves plenty of time to destroy him."
"House, I don't expect you to do anything about this. I just wanted some sympathy," Wilson explained.
"Came to the wrong room for that," House explained. "You're an idiot and never should have trusted that prick." He continued. "But, I am excellent at derailing people's plans, so in that respect, sleep easy."
"House," Cuddy warned, "There's nothing that can be done now. What are you going to, drug the guy? Wilson can file an ethics complaint with the University and they can investigate. I'm sure it will become clear that it is Wilson's work."
"Yeah, meanwhile, everyone at this conference who hears him won't get notified of that," House argued.
"House," Wilson interrupted, "Seriously - Don't. Do. Anything. I just wanted to vent."
"Gotcha loud and clear, Wilson," House replied, giving him an exaggerated wink. Wilson sighed heavily, looking to Cuddy for support.
"Don't worry, Wilson. I'll distract him," she reassured.
"Your feminine wiles have no effect on me, She-devil!" House cried out at her. Cuddy just blinked at him, smirking. "Okay, they do."
"I'm gonna go get some actual food," Wilson said, standing up to leave. "I'm sorry for bothering you guys."
"It was no bother, Wilson!" Cuddy reassured. "We're just gonna eat and probably wander around the hotel."
"Yeah, Wilson," House said, scowling, "You didn't bother us at all." He practically dragged Wilson to the door. "Don't worry about Bauer," he told him. "We'll get him back." Wilson nodded and moped down the hall.
House put the "Do not disturb" sign on the door, closed it, then turned on his heel and flopped back onto the bed, practically on top of Cuddy. He picked up her empty plate to toss it on the floor. "Did you lick the frickin' plate, Cuddy?" She looked away, embarrassed. "Man," he responded. "Remind me to starve you again and then cover my body with French toast." She grinned at him and he started peeling his T-shirt off of her.
"Poor, Wilson," she sighed, while House started pushing her back into the bed, kissing her neck.
"Oh, yeah," House moaned in her ear, "I love thinking about Wilson during sex."
"I just feel bad for him," she continued. "He's always…" House was licking down her collarbone now. "…so kind…" He wrapped his mouth around one of her nipples. "…to everyone…" House's hand trailed down her body and pushed on one of her thighs. Cuddy sighed and it turned into a little moan.
"You'll distract me," House mocked, moving to her other breast. Cuddy's hands found his head and she was tickling the hair at the back of his neck.
"It's reverse psychology," she murmured. "I let you think you're in control, but really, I'm running the show."
"I see," he replied, kissing down her stomach. "So what are you going to have me do next?" He kissed one hipbone, nuzzled her belly, kissed the other hipbone.
"Well, I think you would be most distracted if you were focused on giving me an outrageous orgasm," she quipped, her words almost slurred from the tension building up in her.
"Very wily, She-devil," House joked, gently pushing her legs apart.
"Mmm-hmm," she agreed. She felt House's mouth on her then and her hips rose involuntarily to meet him. His hands slid slowly up and down her thighs as he kissed and licked her. House loved that feeling – that little involuntary rise in her pelvis, like her body knew him. He circled his hands over her hips, feeling her soft skin. He moved them along behind her and held her exquisite ass. He kissed and nuzzled her, his hands reaching all over her body. He licked her thigh, ran his hands along her sides, nosed at her sex. Cuddy was squirming, getting anxious for a release. He focused his attention on her clit, gently kissing and sucking, then increasing his intensity. He'd bring her to the edge, when her body would start to tense and almost freeze, then he'd wander, roaming around her body, letting his mouth explore her, only to return to that spot and lead her there again.
Cuddy felt her core burning up with desire. She knew his little game and was enjoying hating every minute of it. He could make her want him so badly she didn't think of anything else, which was hard for a woman like her to do. She put her hands in his hair and tried to guide him, to hold him where she wanted him, as if it was direction he needed. She knew what he wanted, and she resisted for a while, just as he resisted giving her what she wanted. Two stubborn lovers, standing off.
He won. He always won. "House, please," she moaned. That was all it took. There were variations, of course, on word order or specificity. But his name and "please" was irresistible to him, some acknowledgement that she wanted him to meet her need. It made him crazy and made him want to make her crazy. He pulled her hips tighter and focused. She felt his tongue on her, moving perfectly, his lips gently pulling at her. Her hands left his head and spread across the bed, gripping the sheets as she tensed. Suddenly she was there and she was exploding. Her hands went to her own hair, pulling at it in the chaos. Her legs wrapped around him and pulled him closer. He had one hand on her inner thigh, keeping her open, and the other on her stomach gently caressing her. She felt like she was flying or falling or both.
As she calmed herself, House, crawled up the bed and lay next to her, admiring her gorgeous body as he lightly tickled her skin. Her eyes were closed and he kissed each lid. Cuddy's eyes fluttered open and looked at him. "See how distracted you are?" she murmured. He smiled at her. She reached a hand up and pulled him closer, kissing him. He laughed softly and she looked at him.
"You taste like syrup," he told her.
"Well, be glad I love French toast and not sauerkraut or something grosser," she pointed out. He smiled.
"I'd still love to kiss you," he assured her, holding her face and leaning in to kiss her again. They lay there, side to side, kissing and groping. She undid his pants and helped him kick them down his legs, followed by his boxers. He moved on top of her, rolling her onto her back, and she wrapped her legs around his hips. He kept kissing her, tasting her sweet mouth, feeling her warm breath against his lips. He found her entrance and pressed against her, waiting for her to show she was ready. Her legs pushed against his hips, pushing him forward, and he slid into her wet heat, groaning a little as she gasped. He lay there for a moment, just feeling the intensity of her mouth, of her sex, of her very being all around him. He didn't know how he had gotten so lucky.
Cuddy felt House's kisses move down her body, landing on her breasts. His tongue would tease her nipples and she'd find herself so stimulated in every erogenous zone of her body, she couldn't even think about what to enjoy. It was like her whole body became one electrified nerve. He was moving in her now, deep and purposeful, finding the angle that would take her with him. His hand on the small of her back lifted her slightly and she suddenly felt every thrust in a new way. She started saying his name again and again, crazy with desire.
House kept his rhythm and watched her, thrilled by any chance to give her pleasure. He felt her tightness around him and as he moved he felt her respond. He was having a lot of trouble not just indulging his instincts, but taking his time and letting the tension build in both of them. Soon, though, when Cuddy let out a particularly erotic cry, it was too much. He started moving in her with increased speed and force, pushing up on his arms, closing his eyes, and losing himself in the sensation of entering her again and again and again. Cuddy was coming and saying his name and he was trying to calm himself, but the sound of her, the feel of her, and – when he finally couldn't resist and looked down at her breathless, gorgeous face – the look of her made it impossible to go anywhere but forward, into this feeling of complete and utter bliss. Her hand found his and they gripped each other tightly as they enjoyed the ride.
He lay next to her afterwards, listening to her falling asleep in his arms, still marveling at his good fortune. He wanted to stay there, against her warm body in the quiet room, but his mind was itching. One of the few other people in the world that he cared about was upset, and it was bothering him. So he stared at Cuddy's beauty while he hatched a plan.