We Could Try...
Summary: A (not so) short story about House and Cuddy's relationship. Only a few chapters. Rated M for later chapters. (sexy time)
Pairing/s: House/Cuddy
Warning: Sexy sexy sex sex
Disclaimer: I don't own House, if I did, I wouldn't be writing this on Fanfiction, I'd be making the episode :D
Hey Guys, I know I haven't posted in like forever so here's the first half of the last chapter just so you know that I'm not giving up on this story.
Reviews are appreciated.
And also, I'm thinking of putting all the chapters together as a one-shot, what do you guys think?
Enjoy!
House awoke to the sound of Wilson and Cuddy conversing in hushed tones in his bedroom. Occasionally, Cuddy was hissing something in an annoyed tone.
House looked down and his eyes widened in shock as he realised that he was tied to a chair with...with...were they tights?
He struggled to get free but the damned material wouldn't give way. The most movement he was allowed was a small wiggle. He dropped his head and sighed before looking around to find some way of escaping.
The conversation in the bedroom had gradually gotten louder and louder and was now a full blown argument.
House gave up trying to escape, it was futile, so he settled for listening to the argument. He cursed his walls for being virtually sound proof.
After a while of hearing next to nothing of what was said, he decided he'd had enough of being tied up and tried to get their attention by coughing but they didn't seem to hear him.
He coughed again, louder this time.
They ignored him.
He'd had enough. He began a full blown coughing fit that lasted at least twenty seconds and when he stopped...
Silence
And then more talking.
He was furious by this point and about to shout 'Oi!' as loud as he could when he heard the door open. Suddenly, his instincts kicked in and he decided to pretend tat he was still out cold to see what would happen.
He saw Wilson walk out of his bedroom and he quickly dropped his head backwards. Bad Move. His head smacked against the back of the char with a loud crack and House swore.
Wilson laughed at his friend and the situation he was in.
"She's your problem now, House..."
This almost made him feel scared. Almost.
Wilson turned around and walked out of the apartment, slammed the door shut behind him and left House to the fate that awaited him.
He looked around desperately now, needing to find something, anything he could use to escape. And then he heard her sigh.
He may have virtually sound proof walls but in this state of humiliation and vulnerability, all his senses were on edge.
He heard the sharp Click Clack of her heels and she made her way towards the living room and ultimately towards him. House felt something new, was...was this dread? He had felt fear before but nothing like this. He had never lost control in this way before. It felt so humiliating. So embarrassing. So wrong...and yet there was something about it that just felt right.
He felt Cuddy's steps getting closer and closer and instinctively, he closed his eyes and pretended once again to be unconscious. He dropped his head forward this time to avoid any painful mistakes and prayed to a non-existent deity that she wouldn't notice that he was in fact fully conscious and aware.
He heard the footsteps stop just feet away from him and felt a shiver run down his spine.
He heard a sharp intake of breath and then:
"I know you're awake House, give it up"
Oh shit.
He was frozen in place with no idea of what to do which was a completely new experience for him.
After what seemed like hours of silence, he dared to open one eye. She was staring right at him. He gulped and opened both eyes fully and looked up to stare at her.
She was wearing one of those full-length trench coats. It was beige in colour with four pairs of buttons running up the sides. There was a belt in the middle and it parted several inches below the collar bone where it turned outwards. To his surprise, he couldn't even see a shirt beneath it and her cleavage was on full display. He looked down to see bare legs and black four inch heels with no straps. He looked up at her face and was surprised to see that she was wearing dark red lipstick and cat eye eyeliner. She had her hair in its usual dark brown curls that neatly framed her face and she wore a thin silver necklace with cross around her delicate neck. The cross fell between her cleavage, giving the impression of more depth and size.
House inwardly moaned at the sight and he stared to undress Cuddy with his eyes.
She noticed the look on his face and laughed.
He was surprised, wasn't she angry?
"There's no need for fantasy's House, everything's going to become a reality tonight"
House was confused, was she implying what he thought sh-
His thoughts were cut off when she started to unbutton the trench coat and undo the belt.
And his mind pretty much flew out the window when she let the coat fall off to reveal that she was wearing absolutely nothing underneath.
He opened and closed his mouth several times before he managed to form some sort o sentence:
"Wha...w...I don't...you...uh?"
Cuddy laughed and the sweet sound resonated in his ears.
She strode up to him and put a finger to his lips.
"No talking House, I'm in charge tonight"
House gulped and nodded dumbly. Cuddy smiled and reached behind herself. She pulled out a knife and began to free House from his bonds. Where the hell had she been storing that?
"You don't move from this spot unless I say so, got it?"
House nodded again, mesmerised by the way her breasts shook as she worked away at the material.
With his bonds removed, House was able to move his hands and feet, he cracked his toes and stretched his arms, grateful for the freedom he had been allowed.
"Stand up" she ordered.
House did as he was told.
She ran her hands through his hair, across his face and down his sides before raising his shirt up over his shoulders and down his arms where they hung from the material that bound his wrists.
"Sit down"
Again he obeyed, scared for what she might do to him if he refused her, or what she might not do.
She raised a hand to his collar bone and trailed a path from one side to the other with her fingertips before trailing them down, down, down to just above his jeans. She toyed with the button, fingering it and tugging it slightly, tracing invisible circles around his clothed crotch and then back up to his chest where she circled his left nipple several times before brushing across it lightly, as if by accident. She repeated these ministrations for a good fifteen minutes, it was driving House insane. He just wanted to reach out and touch her. To give her the pleasure that only he could bring.
After Cuddy felt she had tortured him enough, she moved back down in a clock-wise spiraling motion, caressing his chest hair. She reached his jeans once again and this time she moved closer. She put her mouth right by his crotch and he swore he could feel her hot breath through his clothes. She purposely made her breathing erratic and heavy as she lingered in this particular area, she knew it would drive his crazy.
Just when House felt he could take no more of this sweet torture, she took his zipper in her teeth and pulled it down in one quick move that made him gasp.
He wished this would bring his aching member some form of relief but still it strained against his pants as they were still buttoned.
Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, she placed her whole mouth over his crotch. He could feel the warm sucking sensation through the layers which only made him harder and this only brought more pain.
He gritted his teeth, pain evident in his face and wished for some kind of relief. His prayers were answered when she suddenly tore open the button and ripped his pants clean off.
His arousal was made evident by the tent in his blue silk boxers.
Cuddy chuckled at this. She thought if anyone wore silk boxers, it would be House.
By this point, House had thrown his head back and had his eyes closed, focused on nothing but the pleasure he hoped Cuddy would bring and she did not disappoint.
She resumed her mouthing and without the added material of the jeans, the sensation was made a hundred times better. They continued like this until House was close to cumming. His hips were twitching and he was trying to contain small gasps and whimpers and just as he was about to reach release Cuddy stopped.
"Now it's your turn"
She ordered him to kneel in front of the chair and she attached his binds to one of the chair legs. She then took his place in the chair which put her own exposed crotch just inches away from him.
Mwuhahaha, cliffhanger! lol sorry but I felt like I had to give you something and this seemed like a good place to stop so...
I hope you liked it and for the record, I actually spell checked this chapter for you guys :D
Chapter 3, Part 2: More sexy sexy sex sex.
Until then,
vale,
Thesilentninja01