A/N: HII!! This is my first fic I've ever written! I hope you guys like it! Thank you to my friend for beta-ing it! Warning; first chapter is slightly smutty, the second chapter will be pure smutty goodness ;) anyways i hope you guys enjoy and PLEASE leave reviews!!
Cuddy sat alone at home drinking from a large glass of red wine. After a long day at work, dealing with donors and House, this is exactly what she needed. At least that's what she thought. She longed for something a little more. Someone.
Suddenly, there was loud knock at the door. That made her jolt in surprise. She was, admittedly, a little tipsy. The knock was more of a loud banging of a cane that was familiar to her. She knew exactly who was banging at her door at this time of night.
She felt the familiar tightness in her chest when she gets up to answer the door, she tightens her robe around her waist.
"Yes?" She asks, dryly, when she opens the door. She tries to deny it but, she likes when house shows up at her house unannounced. She likes seeing him, as much as she may not show it.
"Nice to see you too, Lisa." House says, smiling. She's surprised and a little uncomfortable at the fact that he used her first name, also that he's smiling.
"What do you need me to sign off on?" She doesn't want him to leave but she needs to act like she does, not to raise suspicions.
House pushes past her as he walks inside her house, uninvited.
"Oh yes, come right in." She says sarcastically as she closes the door behind him. She wants him to stay. She wants him. She would never reveal that to him though.
He stands in her foyer, drinking in her sight. She looks cozy; messy hair, grey fluffy robe, fluffy socks, no makeup. He notes the almost empty wine glass on the table, and the bottle next to it. He looks in her eyes and sees the slight redness. She's tipsy, he knows.
"What can I do for you?" She asks, hesitant of the answer.
"I was in the neighborhood. Thought i'd stop by."
"Really? You were just coincidentally in my neighborhood at," she glances at the clock, "11:35 at night?"
"Yep." He states.
"Okay." She doesn't know what to do with that and gives up trying. She points at the wine on the table, "Do you want a glass?" She asks him
He nods and she gets another glass from the kitchen cabinet. She pours him one and sits back down on the couch, and he follows. The way he's looking at her in this moment, she wants nothing more than to kiss him. It might be the wine or just the loneliness she has felt lately, but she feels the warmth and wetness arrive in her body.
"You're drunk." He plainly states.
"Am not. Tipsy maybe. But not drunk." She takes another sip.
"Your eyes are reddening by the second."
She knows it's an exaggeration but maybe house was right. she was drunk. Being drunk around House was dangerous, she couldn't control herself. She had to though. She needed to.
She sees him scoot slightly closer to her on the couch.
"On a scale of 1-Drunk, how drunk are you?" He asks.
"You're an asshole." She hesitates, "5."
He chuckles at her and she laughs, her real laugh. The laugh that instantly makes him hard.
He can't deny how intensely he's longed for her for years. The sexual tension between them has been thicker the past few months. He knows she feels the same, but will never say it first or make a move first. She's a confident woman, a powerful woman in other aspects of her life but when it comes to admitting to something… yeah, she's not that great at that. He isn't much better at it, but now… with all the denied tension surfacing, and the loneliness he's felt lately that hookers can't even fulfill. He's ready to make a move.
"Are you too drunk to consent?" He asks in a deep raspy voice that she's never heard before.
"What?…" Shes surprised but in her tipsy state she has a sudden rush. "No, I'm…not."
She doesn't know how it happened or when for that matter, but their faces are extremely close from one another. She's nervous, excited, but nervous. It's not like they haven't kissed before, they hooked up in med school but this… this is different. So much time has passed since med school, so much has happened and changed throughout their relationship. Especially the last few months. She starts thinking about how some of his comments to her lately, seemed more sexually charged than the previous ones.
She doesn't notice, lost in her thoughts, but her head has fallen slightly, looking at his jacket covered chest.
House sees how lost in her thoughts she seems and grabs her chin, tilting her head up, forcing her to look into his eyes. Not bruising but just hard enough to get the point across.
She slightly gasps at his action, being pulled out of her thoughts. Before she realizes, their lips are smashed against each others in a passionate yet needy, vigorous kiss. They're tongues tangling in a dance. She's never wanted him for than she did in that moment. Cuddy presses one hand to the his cheek and the other hand tangles into his salt and pepper colored untamed hair.
House is busy running his fingers through her dark brown curls, and down her neck.
They pull back for the much needed breather, pressing their foreheads together. They lock eyes. Cuddy expects to see his eyes filled with regret and shame but what she sees surprises her. His piercing sapphire blue eyes are glistening with desire and lust. She suspects hers are the same.
House looks into her eyes and sees that she wants this just as badly as he does. He kisses her neck at its most sensitive spot, gently kissing before pressing wet open mouth kisses and sucking, creating light red hickeys.
Cuddy breathily moans as he does this and leans her head back to expose more of her neck to him. She closes her eyes, enjoying the sensations. Letting light moans naturally come out whenever she feels them.
House continues to kiss her neck and over her throat before he reaches her collarbones and chest.
Just then, Cuddy realizes. Oh shit. She's not wearing a bra, only panties. She didn't expect to see anyone tonight. Taking her bra off at the end of her day is what she looks forward to most when she gets home. She doesn't do anything to stop him though, even if she was wearing a bra, he would rip it off anyways.
House soon realizes and he jolts with excitement, more specifically, his dick which is trapped in his pants, jolts with excitement.
He pulls back and unties the grey robe, and groans with pleasure at the sight of her exposed breasts and toned stomach.
Before he begins to touch her, Cuddy shifts and stands up, her legs weak. House is confused and surprised. 'Oh god, did he go too far?' He thinks to himself. She grabs his hand and pulls him up.
"Bedroom?" She asks, her voice rough from desire.
He grabs his cane and follows her down the hallway to her room.