A Prank Too Far

A/N: “There isn’t a fine line between love and hate. There’s the great wall of China with armed guards posted every twenty feet.”
-House

I think we should see him eat his words, shouldn’t we?

A bit of smut for y’all and I’ve taken off the logged in reviewer thing, so ye’ve got no excuses now!

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Chapter 5: Crossing That Fine Line

Tawny tilted her head as she watched House sidle along the wall towards Cuddy’s office. She arched a single red brow at him and folded her arms across her chest as she stood in the middle in the hallway.

“You look like an idiot. You realise that don’t you?” She asked him and he turned to her and glared.

“You could at least try to blend in.” He scolded her and she rolled her eyes and leant against the wall next to him.

“Better?”

House raked her with an annoyed glance. “Marginally.”

Tawny murmured something in French that sounded quite derogatory and House ignored it in favour of peering through the glass doors to Cuddy’s office. He could see her standing behind the desk, watching the small fat man pace back and forth in front of her like he was a small and particularly petulant child. He swallowed a smirk as Burndyke said something particularly offensive to Cuddy and she took on her power pose of hands on hips and that kind of neutral expression that meant she was really pissed.

“So, are we just going to loiter with intent while Cuddy entertains this…man?” Tawny’s voice was a low purr in his ear and House was surprised at how close she was standing to him and his eyes raked over her. “Forget it, my husband would eat you alive.” She said without looking at him and he smirked.

“Habit.” He was silent a beat further. “I didn’t know you were married.”

“Not many people think I am. Which is odd considering I never take this off.” She raised her left hand and fingered the ring on her third finger. A demure white and yellow gold Celtic knot of metal.

“Huh.” House said. He had missed it too.

“Are we really just going to stand here?” Tawny asked after a few more moments of office gazing.

“Do you have a better idea?” House looked over at her as she stalked back and forth across the mouth of the corridor. She was beginning to make the nurses nervous.

Tawny grinned suddenly. “As a matter of fact…” She reached inside her shirt and removed her slim line mobile phone and flipped it open. She punched out a few numbers and then pressed it to her ear. “Hello, Agnes is it?”

House blinked in surprise at the lazy American drawl that erupted from between Tawny’s lips as she spoke with a slightly southern twang into her phone.

“Yeah, you know that practical joker character? Uh-huh, they glued paper clips to the inside of all the MRIs…uh-huh. Well I don’t want to be the one to tell her either, this is why you’re her assistant.” Tawny continued to talk Agnes into braving Cuddy’s temper for a few more moments and then hung up the phone with a satisfied smirk on her full mouth. She turned to House with a vaguely superior smile. “One distraction coming right up.” She nodded towards the office and House turned in time to see Agnes jump out of the way as Cuddy stormed out past her and prowled straight into the elevators. She didn’t look any better than she had half an hour ago. She definitely seemed a little more annoyed now though. Burndyke trotted after her and House saw cuddy roll her eyes and rub at her temple as the small man joined her in the elevator.

He was obviously doing nothing to improve her mood.

House smirked as he limped across the lobby and sidled into the assistant’s space. Agnes looked up with a glower at House and opened her mouth to tell him exactly where he could go. She was cut off at the sight of Tawny trailing after the lanky diagnostician like a pet lioness.

“Bonjour!” Tawny said in an incredibly cheerful manner. “I am Dr McQueen, I am new here, Dr House is going to introduce me to Dr Cuddy. Okay if we wait inside her office, yes?” Tawny deliberately leant on her accent and seemed a little less sure of herself than usual. That appeared to do the trick. Agnes nodded slowly and then rounded on House.

“You behave yourself.” She warned him and then gathered the files that she needed to take with her to the copier.

House looked over at Tawny. “Nifty.” Was all he said as he pushed his way into the office that he so often invaded by himself. Tawny stopped in the middle of the room and looked about herself as House marched right behind the desk and planted himself in Cuddy’s seat. He rummaged through her desk drawers and generally made a mess as he looked for clues. It took him a few moments to realise that Tawny wasn’t doing anything.

“You gonna help me look or what?”

She blinked and pointed to herself. “I’ve never done this before, what am I supposed to be looking for?”

House sighed and waved her towards the door. “Fine, just keep a look out and tell me when Cuddy comes back. It’ll probably be better if she doesn’t find us raking through her desk drawers.” He muttered almost to himself as he scraped about the neat freak contents of her desk. How could the woman’s mess even be neat?

Tawny trailed to the door and leant against it as she perused the busy lobby outside.

House made a small sound of triumph as he held a bottle aloft. “She was drinking this last night, it’s the only thing in here that’s new and her symptoms didn’t start until this morning.”

“So?”

“Soooo, this might be what’s causing her symptoms.” House reasoned and opened the bottle of whisky, sniffing cautiously. “Definitly smells good.” He swigged a small measure. “Taste’s alright.”

Tawny whipped around to look at him. “You drank it?!” She glared at him as if he were feeling particularly dim today. “Didn’t you just say that this could be making Cuddy act strangely?”

“Well, I’m sure a teensy bit won’t hurt me. She was knocking it back quite proficiently last night.” He defended himself as he looked around for something to take a sample away in.

Tawny sighed heavily by the door at his disarray. “I will fetch something.” She spoke tiredly as if looking after a child and then exited the room.

House sniffed the bottle’s contents again. Whisky of somekind and there was an incredibly more-ish scent to it that sort of made him want to…he caught sight of Cuddy at the last moment, just before she stormed into the office, throwing open the doors with a clatter.

House frowned at her, amused. “Isn’t that usually what I do?” he jerked the bottle under the desk and sent some of the whisky sloshing over his hand and sleeve. He swore under his breath, stoppered the damn thing and then shoved it as discreetly as he could back into the drawer. He clicked it shut with his cane and then stood to meet Cuddy.

Cuddy growled. “Aren’t you supposed to be in clinic?”

“Clin…ick? What is this clin-ick of which you speak?” He rolled the words about his mouth as he sidled closer towards her. His mind racing for a semi-plausible excuse. He smirked, he had never seen someone squirm while remaining perfectly still before but, somehow, Cuddy managed it. She barely even noticed as Burndyke trailed into the room after her puffing and panting after having to run up three flights of stairs after the dean. She folded her arms over her chest (doing wonderful things to the funbags in the process) and glared at him.

House snapped his fingers. “Ah, yes, clinic!” He tilted his head at her and pouted. “I need a consult, will the nice lady doctor help lil’ old me?” He sidled close enough that he might as well have had his head on her shoulder. She turned her head and their gazes locked for a moment. Something electrifying passed between them and all traces of humour fled his eyes as her breath caught. She swallowed hard and then managed to regain some semblance of a professional manner.

“House, I don’t have time to be running after you at your every whim. I’m needed elsewhere.” She tugged at her jacket and straightened it in a nervous movement before spinning on one spectacular heel and stalking out of her office to go to the elevators. She almost made it before House limped in after her with a playful grin. She looked past him, to see Burndyke huffing after them and Cuddy swallowed a sigh as she resigned herself to being trapped between the two most annoying men on the planet.

Or, she would have been, had an expensively shod foot not shot out and hooked neatly in Burndyke’s ankle, sending him sprawling over the slick floors of the lobby. Surprisingly, it was Tawny McQueen that helped the man to his feet and proceeded to thank him effusively and at length for donating the money to the hospital that had paid for her new job. Cuddy actually felt gratified towards the other woman, at least, she did until the doors hissed shut and enclosed her in a metal box alone with House.

Oh joy.

“So, what did you need the consult on?” She asked him in a desperate attempt to distract herself from the insane need to ogle him.

“Consult?” He repeated, dragging his gaze from her chest to her face. He forced his mind to think of their conversation instead of how much he suddenly wanted to shove her up against the wall of the elevator and have his wicked way with her until she begged for more. He stank of that whisky, it seemed to be hazing everything up. “Um, no consult I just wanted you away from Peppy Le Puke back there.” He jerked his shoulder as if to indicate Burndyke.

“Why?” She asked suddenly and House stared at her.

Why indeed. He was saved from answering, however, by the way the elevator shuddered suddenly to a halt. House looked about himself and sighed. He looked down at Cuddy, who suddenly had a panicked trapped look about her as she pressed her back against the metal wall and clenched her jaw. She moved suddenly and slammed the heel of her hand against the emergency alert button in the elevator. She made a sound of surprised shock as the button crumbled right under her palm and flaked away. She stared at the mess of wax in her hand and then glared around at House as if it were his fault.

The prankster had struck again.

“This is what you get for spending all that money on lawyers.” He told her to distract her. She glowered at him.

“Maybe I wouldn’t need all that money for lawyers if some jackass didn’t keep acting like an idiot.” She snapped and House rocked back on his heels with a smirk.

“You shouldn’t talk about Wilson that way.” He told her as he stepped closer to her. He saw her fingers whiten where they pressed against the wall. She was as far away from him as she could get and he still came closer.

Cuddy stared up at him and willed herself not to lose control. The haze of hormones was back again and she was sooooo tired of fighting it. Colleague, she thought desperately as his chest brushed within inches of hers. Even worse, it’s House! She warned herself harshly but the thought was completely swamped by the raging sea of hormones that seemed in no danger of ebbing for this lifetime.

“You’d better sit down.” She found herself telling him. “We could be here a while.”

He smirked down at her and she had the awful feeling that he was seeing right through her whisper thin control. This was going to be bad. She just knew it.


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Tawny examined the small vial of liquid in her palm as she stalked along the corridor and wondered what to do with it. She had tried to find House again but had last seen him disappearing into the elevator with Cuddy and no one had seen them since. She tossed the whisky filled vial and caught it easily. She tossed it again, bounced it off the inside of her elbow and then caught it again easily. She smirked and began to toy with it as a cat would a mouse. She had used to do this for Lorcain, he had loved it, watching her ‘magic’ tricks with wide green eyes. Her smile slipped slightly as she wondered what he was up to at this moment in time.

“Dr McQueen!” Tawny snatched the vial out of the air again and then whirled at the sound of the voice.

“Oui?” She asked congenially of Dr Foreman, the only one of the ‘Ducklings’ that she didn’t mind over much.

“Have you seen House? We’re supposed to be doing a differential.” Foreman didn’t look to happy at having been sent out to search for House. Tawny tapped the slim bottle in her hand against her palm and then rolled it over her knuckles and caught it before it could fall by twisting her hand in a cobra fast movement. Foreman raised his eyebrows at the casual display of reflex as she thought about how to answer him.

“Dr House is gone. I do not know where. Perhaps you can help me find…toxicology for this.” She held up the vial. “The contents need analysing.”

Foreman resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “House is annoying Cuddy again, isn’t he?”

Tawny thought about it for a moment and nodded slowly. “That does seem most likely, yes.” She waggled the vial again. “Tox?”

“Sure. Why not?” Foreman shrugged and then raised his arm to usher her down the corridor. “It’s just along here.”

“So…what part of France are you from?” Foreman asked to make conversation, he might as well get to know a bit about her if he was going to be working with her.

“Gascony.” At Foreman’s blank look Tawny elaborated. “South west of the country, to the North of Biarritz.”

“Oh, nice beaches there.”

Tawny raised her eyebrows at him, surprised at his experience of her home country. “You have been?” She asked as she sat by one of the machines in the toxicology lab and set about beginning the tests on the sample of the whisky she had procured.

“One summer during college.” Foreman shrugged and eyed the liquid. “What is it exactly that you’re testing?”

“Whisky, to see if it has been tampered with.” Tawny answered shortly and peered down the microscope at her sample. She frowned, well, nothing out of the ordinary there. She turned to Foreman. “How many tests can this lab perform?”

“Foreman shrugged. As good as any forensic lab. Why? How many do you want to do?”

Tawny thought for a moment and then nodded once as if giving herself permission. “All of them.”

Foreman’s eyebrows shot up. “All of them?” He gaped for a moment. “That could run into hundreds. You’d run out of whisky before you could do them all.”

“Then we had better be lucky quickly then. Hadn’t we?” Tawny said as she turned away from Foreman and set about divvying up her sample into test friendly portions. “I suggest you fetch the other two, it will pass quicker if we have help, no?”

Foreman blinked and then spun on his heel to go and ‘fetch’ Cameron and Chase. He was halfway back to Diagnostics before he realised that he had no real reason for taking Tawny’s orders. She had asked and he had done.

Foreman shook his head on a scowl. He was spending far too much time with House.


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Another person, in an elevator, was beginning to echo Foreman’s thoughts. Cuddy folded her arms across her chest as she watched house lazily spin his cane this way and that above his head. Apparently, completely unperturbed at having been trapped in a metal box suspended nearly four floors up with nothing but a steel cable and air holding them up. She was having a hard time restraining her own impulse to fidget. Unfortunately for her, the impulse was to ‘fidget’ House right out of his clothes. She rubbed at the back of her neck and sighed as she tried to think glacial thoughts.

“So…”

Cuddy jumped despite herself. The deep baritone of his voice seemed to be magnified in the small space they were sharing and she squirmed at the way it seemed to ripple pleasantly over her skin. She looked up at him and he took this as permission to continue speaking. Not that he needed permission any other time.

“What’s with this Burndyke character? What are you doing with him?” House demanded of her as he rattled his vicodin bottle out of his pocket and shook out a pill, tossing it and swallowing it dry.

Perhaps it was Cuddy’s own haywire hormones, but there seemed to be a note of possession in House’s voice as he spoke of the other man. Cuddy nearly laughed at the idiocy behind that errant thought.

“He’s thinking about giving us money, or rather, he’s already given us the money and is using that as leverage to hold over my head.” Cuddy sighed again and let her head fall back against the wall of the elevator. She was suddenly so tired of sucking up to idiots with silver spoons up their…

“Tell him to get lost then. We don’t need another Vogler.”

“Huh, I wouldn’t mind his hundred grand though.” Cuddy opened her eyes to stare at the ceiling of the elevator and then snapped her head down to glare at House. “Anyway, you ungrateful brat, it was that money that allowed you to hire that McQueen woman.”

House grinned. “Tawny? Yeah, she’s nifty. Cameron hates her. It’s great.”

“I doubt they’ll mud wrestle for you.” She said dryly and then added. “And no one says ‘nifty’ anymore.”

“Sure they do. I do. I even say ‘swifty’ on occasion.” House pouted at her.

God, she wanted to kiss him.

No! Hit! She wanted to hit him!

Or hit on him, you naughty thang. A small treacherous voice whispered and Cuddy rubbed her fingers over her forehead and decided to imagine being in a cold shower. It’s House. Who’d want to hit on HOUSE? She demanded the little voice. Her head thumped back against the metal wall of the elevator in disgust. Not only was she talking to herself, but she was answering back now too. He’s a colleague, a subordinate. Off limits you horny skank! She continued to berate herself.

House frowned at the internal conflict that seemed to have seized her. he was surprised when she suddenly lurched to her feet and looked as if she wanted to pace about the elevator. Unfortunately, it was three paces wide at the most and that didn’t bode to well for working up a good pacing circuit. He lurched to his feet and watched her clack her fingernails against the metal wall of the elevator in impatience. She looked up at the metal grate over their heads.

“Uh, no.” He told her before the thought could really take hold.

“What? We’re probably only between floors, I could fit out there.” She removed her jacket and folded it in the corner and then toed off her shoes, still looking calculatingly at the grate.

He reached out and took hold of her arm. “No way, you could fall. Besides, if you go up there I’ll be able to see right up your skirt.” It was a weak argument but he had to dissuade her somehow.

“That I can live with but I really can’t stay in here with you all day.” She wrenched her arm out of his hand and then hiked her skirt up about her legs so that it was just barely decent, House could now tell what kind of garter belt she was wearing. He swore briefly and then wrapped his fingers around her arm again.

“Cuddy, no. You’re just going to get hurt.”

“And I suppose you’re going to stop me?” She demanded of him and swung her foot up onto the hand rail that ran around the elevator at hip height. She could use that to boost herself up.

“I mean it, don’t. I’m twice your size and you know I can stop you.” He warned her, he almost sounded like he meant it.

“Yeah right, that would involve human contact.” She snapped and reached up to jump and grab the grate.

She yelped as she suddenly found herself shoved against the wall. He had done nothing more than flick his wrist and sent her reeling. She noticed that he caught her again to save her from hurting herself. He was suddenly crowding her up against the wall, his larger body filling her vision and his cool spicy scent filling her head. She swallowed and felt like she could already taste him. A sudden flash of him standing in front of her naked, pushing her back over her desk rioted through her head and she shoved at his chest.

“House, you bastard!” She shoved at his chest again and might as well have been trying to shove over the Great Wall of China for all the effect it had. “How dare you touch me?” She was trying to sound annoyed, but she wasn’t, her skin was singing where he had touched her. Where his fingers still rested against her sleeve. She sounded just as aroused as she felt. It was rather embarrassing actually.

“Oh, you love it.” He told her and tried to ignore how much of a teasing purr was in his voice. He was supposed to be stopping her from getting herself killed, not pinning her to the wall. How had that happened? “Now, stop being an idiot and just stay here like a good girl.” He deliberately made sure this was extra patronising just in case she was picking up on exactly how lusty he felt at this moment in time.

“Sometimes I really hate you, you know that?” She snapped at him. Her eyes flashed fire up at him and he couldn’t help but think that she looked absolutely gorgeous. His body screamed at him to close the distance between them. To rub the length of his body against hers. He wanted to strip her clothes away with his teeth. He wanted to stroke his skin against hers and compare textures. Would she be like silk or velvet? He bit his lip, he wanted to screw her as hard and as fast as they could both take it and then he wanted to do it all over again.

Hell, he just plain wanted.

“You don’t hate me.” He found himself saying.

She scoffed at him and a streak of anger blazed through him like lightening on a clear day.

“What you’re feeling isn’t hate.” He felt an irrational anger well up inside him. This saucy little bit wanted to deny the truckload of chemistry that they towed about with them every time they even looked at each other.

Her lips twisted in a wry patronising smile. “Oh, really? Well, since you’re an expert on feelings today, why don’t you tell me what I’m feeling?” She would have folded her arms over her chest but he was standing too close to allow the motion.

“One word, Cuddy; lust.” He smirked at her.

Cuddy tried to laugh a mocking chuckle but it died in her throat at the look on his face. He looked positively dangerous…and sexier than ever. She bit her lip as his gaze dropped to her full mouth. “Prove it.” She challenged him, playing with fire and convincing herself that the burn would feel sweet instead of stinging.

“You don’t even know what you’re asking for.” He told her dismissively and she scowled.

She snorted and muttered something as she turned her face away from him. His fingers found her jaw and yanked her back around to face him. “What was that?” He looked genuinely annoyed now and she felt a small thrill race through her at, for once, being the one that was pushing him to the limit.

“I said ‘I knew you didn’t have the guts for it’.” She told him with a great measure of satisfaction in her tone. She only had time to widen her eyes and part her lips as his fingers slid down and around her neck in a loose but firm hold as his mouth came down hard on hers. She made a muffled sound of surprise as he backed her hard against the metal wall of the elevator and jammed his body hard against hers. His cane was tossed away in favour of stroking his hand down the side of her body. Burning through the silk of her shirt and then the expensive wool of her tight, still hiked up skirt, and then down over the silky patch of exposed skin at her thigh. Her eyes fluttered closed as she moaned into his mouth.

The handrail dug into her lower back and she squirmed, trying to find a more comfortable position. He sorted the problem for her without once breaking the kiss. His long fingered hands spanned her waist and then hoisted her up to sit on the railing. He nudged her legs apart and stood between them. Her skirt rode up further as she made room for his hips between her quivering thighs. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she kissed him as fiercely as she could. His tongue plunged into her mouth, as roughly as she had dreamt it would. He duelled with her with his mouth. It seemed they had traded verbal barbs for physical ones and were intent on having quite the summit meeting.

“Still think this is hate?” He grated against her ear as he tore his mouth from hers and nibbled his way along her jaw bone.

She threw her head back as he bit gently at her throat in a delicious smudging of the line between pleasure and pain. “Damn straight, you bastard.” She gasped and her hips bucked in his hands.

“Huh, I’ll show you how much you hate me, shall I?” He asked her as he ripped at her shirt with his teeth and popped the top few buttons free in a skilled movement.

His tongue lapped over the swell of her breast and she shivered. “Oh, please do.” She murmured as she arched to his touch. He gripped her thigh in one hand and then slipped the other behind her back to arch her to him as he plucked another few buttons free with his mouth and then swirled his tongue around the aroused peak of her nipple through the satiny fabric of her bra. “Oh yes!” She hissed as she gripped his head between her palms and her hips thrust against his once more. “More.” She gasped and was vaguely aware that this was the first time she’d had to beg for anything in bed. All her previous lovers had been willing, if not eager, to let her take charge. She hadn’t realised until now, until she was pinned helpless against a wall, that she wanted someone to fight her as much as fuck her. It was a heady sensation.

“Still hate me?” He asked her as his hand trailed around her thigh and slid up the inside of her leg, under the stretched fabric of her skirt to stroke his thumb over the silky smooth skin of the corner of her hip. Despite his words, that were supposed to be accusing, she could hear the amusement in his tone and smiled as she answered him.

“More and more with each passing second.” She grinned and then tugged his lips back against hers.

She jerked as his fingers trailed over the edge of her underwear. She squirmed, not quite sure if she wanted to get further away or immeasurably closer. She could feel the hot press of his arousal against her thigh and knew that she wanted him inside her. Knew that he wanted to be there too.

Uuumm…colleague?

The voice was hushed in a tidal wave of arousal as he slipped his fingers around her panties and through her wet heat with a light exploring touch.

All the air abruptly vacated her lungs at the effect the simple touch had on her nervous system. Pleasure rocketed up her spine and choked the voice from her. She couldn’t even cry out. She gasped for a moment as he scraped his teeth down her neck, grated over her collar bone and then bit his way down the curve of her breast to her nipple. Her hand fisted in his jacket collar and her head clattered against the wall as he pushed two long fingers deep inside her without warning.

“House!” She screamed his name, abruptly finding her voice as her hand twisted and the sound of ripped stitching could be heard. His thumb pressed hard and insistent against her clit and then rolled around the sensitive lust soaked flesh.

“You still hate me, hmm?”

Oh God, he was still talking. She had completely forgotten what they were even arguing about. Her nails scraped against the exposed skin at his neck and then under his tee shirt to grip him more tightly. “I…ah!” He twisted his fingers inside her and she whimpered. “I…I don’t know.” She gave a small mewling sound of pleasure as he added a third finger and had her bucking wildly in his hold.

“This doesn’t seem to be the actions of someone who hates someone else.” She had no idea how he still retained enough control to talk, she could barely remember how to breathe and he was stringing whole sentences together.

“Let me…” She pleaded as he twisted his fingers and thrust inside her in a way that was deliberately holding her on the edge. She wriggled, frantic to have that last iota of sensation. She just needed the tiniest nudge to send her careening into pleasure and he was the only one that could give it to her. “Please!” She clawed his back under his shirt and he moaned hard against her neck. “House please.” She begged and he lifted his head.

“Say my name.” He demanded and his thumb rolled directly over her clit again. She gasped and bucked.

“House!” Her lips were soft against his ear and her voice harsh with need.

“No, not that name. Say my name.” He demanded again and spread his fingers inside her as he slid them wetly in and out of her liquid heat.

“GREG! Oh God, Greg.” She shattered for him and her inner muscles clamped hard around his hand. He shivered as he imagined how that would feel if it were his straining cock instead of his fingers buried deep inside her. Her head fell forward against his and she panted against his mouth. He pulled his hand from her and stroked her back as he quieted her. He had just sent her up to the moon and back. A minute to recover and then he would have them both dancing up and around Saturn.

She jerked and her eyes flew open as the elevator shuddered and groaned. He gripped her waist in a protective motion and tensed in alarm at the scary noises their metal box was making. Relief coursed through him when it simply shuddered into movement again. The feeling was closely followed by annoyance when he realised he was still as hard as stone under his jeans and he wouldn’t get the chance to keep Cuddy pinned against the wall anymore.

“Fuck!” Cuddy swore and jumped out of his hold to start tugging her jacket back on, toeing her shoes on and then straightening her skirt and hair.

“Unfortunately not.” House murmured and snagged his cane as he watched the lit up numbers tick down towards the ground floor. She froze, her gaze glued to his groin as he painfully readjusted himself.

“Oh my…” She murmured her cheeks flaming as she hurriedly looked away and finished buttoning up her jacket. She had less than a minute until the doors swished open to reveal the lobby of Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. “Are you…? Um...” She trailed off, not quite sure how to finish that question.

She was saved any further embarrassment as the doors swished open. Noise and fresh air rushed in and dispelled the scent of sex and lust that hung in the air between them. Cuddy blinked as her head finally began to clear. She stared at him as if seeing him for the first time. She stepped out into the lobby and looked back at him, he was standing with his hands folded on top of his cane effectively hiding the shape of what was, quite frankly, the most impressive erection Cuddy had ever seen. He hadn’t been joking when he’d said he was twice the size of her. They’d never fit together.

Oh, but it would definitely be fun to try! The voice returned and Cuddy rolled her eyes at herself.

He seemed to read her mind as he limped, more painfully than usual, from the elevator and stood over her. “This isn’t over.” He told her and shifted uncomfortably again. “I’m a man who finishes what he starts and I’ve only just begun with you.” His voice was a dark silk of intent and she swallowed hard as she looked up at him.

Cuddy watched in alarm as he stepped back into the elevator and then pressed the button for his floor. It finally hit her exactly what had happened and her lips parted in dumbfounded wonder. How could she have let House do that to her?

This would ruin their already strained working relationship. She had just let him ravage whatever remnant of respect he might have had for her. He was never going to do anything she asked of him ever again.

That wasn’t exactly a new development though…she shook that thought away as she scowled at herself. What was she supposed to do now?

You could always let him to it again. The treacherous voice whispered.

“Oh shut up.” She snapped and then looked over at a resident who looked guiltily at her. She frowned. “I wasn’t talking to you.” She growled and spun on one heel to stalk back to her office.

Great, now her staff thought she was crazy. Could this day get any worse? She looked up as she took her place behind her desk and saw Burndyke shuffling towards her office.

In other words, yes, the day could get much worse.



TBC…