One Lonely Night

One Lonely Night
By: Ljepota
Summary: House and Cuddy, one shot. No actual sex, but a lot of playing around.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them…but wouldn’t it be wonderful if I did?

Dr. Lisa Cuddy sat in her office after another long day at Princeton-Plainsboro teaching hospital. She had been dealing with bossy administrators and bitchy whiners all day, not to mention the wonderfully infuriating Dr. Gregory House, the brilliant diagnostician who knew exactly how to push her buttons. Oh, he was brilliant alright.

Cuddy removed the jacket to the suit she had worn that day, revealing a strappy pink camisole that was slightly too big and kept slipping off of her shoulders. She reached behind her neck and removed the hair clip holding back her slightly curly brown hair. The clip released her hair and allowing it to cascade over her smooth, pale shoulders. She leaned back in her chair and put her hands over her face. She was exhausted. All she wanted to do was go home, curl up in bed, and sleep.

But that plan was shot down as quickly as it was made. Turning in her chair, she saw House standing in the door to her office, as if waiting for her.

“What do you want, House?” she asked in an exasperated tone.

“Nothing, nothing. I was bored, I got lonely, and I need a new prescription for Vicodin. So can you help me out?” House asked in his usual snarky way of talking.

Just desperately wanting to get rid of him, Cuddy turned around and grabbed her prescription pad and scribbled out the prescription House desired. “There, now can you leave so I can go home?”

“Well, I would, but I wanted to talk, if you could just imagine that scenario,” he said, with a hint of a smile on his lined face.

Although Cuddy wanted to leave, the flash in House’s clear blue and unbelievably gorgeous eyes were a challenge to her. They told her to sit in her desk chair and stay. They didn’t want her to leave. They wanted her to stay and “talk” with House, whatever that even meant.

“Alright, fine,” she said, trying to sound perpetually annoyed, though it was hard with those eyes and that smile burning holes in her head.

“You know that rumor going around?” House asked, pulling a pill bottle out of his pocket and popping his last Vicodin in his mouth.

“Ha,” Cuddy said dryly. “You’re going to have to be more specific House. There are thousands of rumors going around this place.”

“You know, the one that we’re sleeping together?” he asked, the beginnings of a devilish smile forming on his lips.

Cuddy rested her chin in her right hand and tapped the nails of her left hand against the glass top of her desk. Yes, she had heard. Of course she had heard. How could she not have heard? The news of the imaginary Cuddy/House love affair spread through the hospital like wildfire. “Yes, House, I heard. Can I ask what your point is?”

“Patience is a virtue,” he said. “Apparently not yours, though,” he smiled, looking pleased with his snarky comment. “Anyway, I was just wondering…what you thought of it.”

Cuddy thought for a moment choosing her words carefully. “To tell the truth, it’s the biggest load of shit I’ve ever heard. Especially considering the fact that I don’t even like…” But she couldn’t bring herself to say the word “you”. Such a simple word, such an easy word to say, especially to House, but apparently her mouth had other ideas. She couldn’t say it. Because she did like House, because she did care about House, no matter how much she didn’t want to admit it. She couldn’t lie to herself. She may be able to show a stone-cold exterior to House because that was the kind of person she was. But she couldn’t deny the fact that she liked him. She had hired him and kept him around for a reason. Because truthfully, she looked forward to these late nights when they were in the hospital together, and he would pop in to bother her.

She considered all of this carefully as she leaned back in her office chair.

“Considering you don’t like what, Cuddy?” House asked, snapping her out of her thoughts.

“Nothing,” she supplied hurriedly.

“Sure,” he said, giving her the kind of look that would have had her in a crumpled heap on the floor if looks could kill.

“House, what?” she asked, annoyed because of that look.

“Nothing,” he replied almost mockingly, using her own words against her. “But I’m not stupid, Cuddy. I know what’s going on in that head of yours.”

He stood up, leaning on his cane for support. He limped his way over to her side of the desk and looked down reproachfully at her. “Don’t lie to me, and don’t lie to yourself. Because you know you like me. You know you don’t put that gossip aside because you know you want it to be true. I know and you know. So why do you try to hide so much? Why does that scare you so much?” he said in a quiet voice that was almost a whisper. He gave her that piercing blue gaze that made her want to melt into the floor. She drew herself up out of her chair trying to find a comment to shoot back at House. But she couldn’t find one. She couldn’t think of one.

Their eyes locked in an intense gaze and they held it. House took another step forward and crushed his lips roughly to hers. He nipped at her lower lip and she opened her mouth to allow his tongue entrance. Because she wanted it, and he knew that she wanted it. He put his free hand on her shoulder and began to stroke the bare skin that was left unexposed by the flimsy pink camisole she was wearing.

Cuddy was surprised by House’s actions, but she wasn’t put off. He knew how to kiss, and his warm, callused hand stroking her bare skin was something that made her go weak. She guided House over to the couch in her office, knowing that pretty soon, both of their legs were going to give out, even if it was for different reasons. They sat on the couch and House let his cane clatter to the floor, making a loud, startling noise in the quiet office. He wrapped both of his arms around Cuddy’s slender frame, not breaking the connection their lips made. Damn, did he want her. And he wanted her bad. And judging by the soft moans she was making and the way she seemed to be giving herself wholly to the kiss, she wanted it too. She wanted it as bad as he did. He broke the friction on their lips and smiled at Cuddy. She smiled back. There was nothing strange going on now. This was what she had wanted for so long.

House seemed to sense the urgency is her body language and he laid her gently on her back on the couch. Her tank top and bra straps had slipped off of her shoulders and her upper chest and shoulders were begging to be kissed and rubbed by House. He leaned his mouth into her warm skin on her neck and began to kiss and bite gently. He wanted her to have a hickey from him. He wanted to feel her beneath him. He wanted to be inside her. And that’s why he entered her office that night. That’s what brought him in there and that was what made him stay.

He slipped the straps from both the camisole and bra off the shoulders, and lifted both pieces of clothing over her head. He discarded them on the floor quickly, eager to get back to her. He nestled his face in her dark hair, breathing in the combined scents of her strawberry shampoo and expensive smelling Chanel perfume. He moved his face farther down and placed kisses on her neck before moving down to her breasts. He took one pink nipple in his mouth and moved his hand to the other breast, rubbing softly, while continuing to lavish attention on the other breast with his mouth.

Cuddy ran her fingers through his short hair, breathing heavily. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined he would be this good, that he would know exactly what to do to her. She somehow wanted to repay him for what he was doing for her, but she had no idea how.

She squirmed a little bit to make him stop and pushed him off her. He opened his mouth to complain but stopped when her hand went to push his jacket off of his arms, his opened button down shirt quickly following. Giving him the once-over, she giggled. His faded Rolling Stones t-shirt, faded jeans, and Nikes made him look like an out-of-place groupie at a rock concert. She quickly pulled his t-shirt off as well, and moved her hand to the zipper of his jeans, slowly pushing it down. Seeing the look of excitement and pleasure on his face, Cuddy removed his shoes, pants, and boxers, and then knelt down on the floor. She would have preferred to do this on top of him, but being a doctor, she knew she could cause him terrible leg pain by doing in that way.

Seeing his semi-erection grow rapidly before her eyes was the only indication Cuddy needed that he was ready to go. She leaned her head forward and swallowed as much of his erection as she could. She covered the rest with her hand and used a twisting technique to send him over the edge. She sucked on him hard, using her tongue to stimulate his tip. He threw his head back in ecstasy and ran his finger through her thick curly locks. Suddenly, his testicles began to contract and he came in Cuddy’s mouth. She swallowed every last drop of his cum and licked her lips clean when she was done.

“Oh dear God…” he muttered. “That was amazing.”

She smiled to herself, enjoying the fact that he was finally speechless for once in his life.

“Can we do this again?” he asked, a smile playing on his lips while he dressed himself.

“You bet,” she said. “But next time, I’ll meet you in your office.”

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Alright, this was my first ever House fanfic. I hope you guys liked it. I know there was no actual sex but there will be in some of my other stories so don’t worry. Please R & R so I can know how you guys feel. Thanks. Ljepota.