Selective Memory

Selective Memory

                       
House glanced at the clock, but didn't want to admit that he was. It was 10:37
p.m. He closed the book he had been failing to read since nine and put it on the
coffee table. He picked up his cell phone and checked to see if by some odd
chance he had missed a call. No. Messages? No. He sucked his teeth and dropped
it on the table. He grabbed his cane and used it to help himself up. He limped
to the kitchen, he decided to just eat and go to bed. But that didn't mean he
wouldn't bitch and curse a blue streak in the mean time.

"God damn, cock teasing son of a bitch. What's the point of a booty call when
the booty doesn't show up--" His rant was interrupted by a knock on his door. He
stopped making his sandwich and limped towards it.

"Hurry up, it's freezing out here!" Came a call that made him slow his
stride. He recognized the voice on the other side and smirked as he did his
usual checking through the peep hole. He bit his lip but released it when he
opened the door. He gave his usual 'what the hell do you want' look to
Cuddy as
she stood there in her knee length black trench coat.

"Yes?" He asked when she didn't say anything. He blocked the door when she
tried to proceed inside. "You're late."

"Cause you're such a stickler for punctuality." She said
sarcastically. She shivered and House's smirk just curled further. "All your
stupid 'requirements' made me late." She tapped her foot so he
would look down. When he did he noticed the stiletto sandals she was wearing
instead of proper footwear for below twenty weather. Her toe nails were neatly
clipped and shined with bright red nail polish through the sheer black pantyhose
that covered her feet.

"Let me see." He said and poked the belt of her coat with his cane.

"Are you crazy!"

"Yes." He answered. His smirk pulling his lips back so far his teeth began to
show. She noticed the glint of mischief and arousal in his eyes. She rolled her
eyes and glanced around the hallway before she untied the belt and unbuttoned the
coat. She took a deep breath and flung it open. House whistled when he saw all
she wore underneath was a strapless black bra, a pair of panties, and a low
riding garter belt that attached her thigh high stockings. All of which fit her
extremely well, and looked extremely sexy. With it's elegant lace and delicate,
light blue, strategically placed bows. He couldn't help but wonder why the
manufacturers of the lingerie didn't think he'd figure out the tiny blue bow on
the front was just a needless little gimmick to get him to look at her bush.
Which he could see was very nicely and probably painstakingly shaved into a neat
little puff.

"You know the cold, combined with your drool is going to give me pneumonia."
She said bringing him out of his trance. He wiped at his mouth because he knew
he was drooling. He'd have to be an impotent, eunuch not to be struck dumb by
such a sight. A cold gust of wind against his denim clad erection made him snap
momentarily back to his senses. He seemed to pull a camera from nowhere and
snapped a picture of her.

"House!" She shrieked and closed her coat.

"Don't worry. I'll make you forget I took that." He said as he leaned over.
He wrapped one arm around her and swept her through the threshold. He kicked the
door closed and locked it. "Can I take your coat?" he asked in his usual tone.
She stared at him for a second before she shrugged it off her shoulders. The
motion making her breasts jiggle.

"Uuf." House made several little noises. Impressed, and probably painfully
hard - confined in his jeans. She took off her coat, and tossed it over him like
he was a six foot two hat rack.

"You're a very sick man, Greg." She said.

"Are we playing 'doctor' tonight, Lisa?" He asked, mocking her use of his
first name. But in the heat of the moment it's the names they used. He pulled
the coat off his head. He made sure she was looking at him as he brought it to
his nose and inhaled deeply. "Mmph." he moaned. Cuddy smirked at his
odd display of affection.

"You better not get anything on that." she warned as she turned to walk to
his bedroom. He tossed the coat on the couch when he saw that her panties were
in fact a thong. Another carefully stitched blue bow met with the top of her
crack before the black material disappeared between her cheeks. "And no doctor
tonight. I'm all business." She stopped for a moment when she heard the click of
the shutter going off again. And the distinct strobe of a flash came from behind
her. She looked at him.

"That one too." House said as he followed her slow strut down the
hall. She stopped in the threshold of his bedroom door and put her hands on either
side of the doorframe. She looked over her shoulder at him and actually smirked
when he aimed the camera and took another picture of her standing there.

"If you don't perform to my liking, I'll fire you." She said before
she walked into his room. He took another picture when he happened upon her
leaning on the foot board of his bed. She just turned her head away afterwards
and ignored his actions. Something she knew would ruffle his feathers.

"What exactly are my goals, Lisa?" he asked. She smirked
when the camera landed on the bed in front of her. She soon felt
him push against her from behind. She arched her back, liking the feel of his denim clad
manhood against her skin. He hooked his cane on the foot board and put his hands
on her round hips. Kneading his fingers against soft skin and black lace.
She leaned back and put her head on his shoulder. He turned his head and buried
his nose him her hair. She smiled hearing him inhale and then sigh out a shaky
breath. She rolled her hips and he groaned quietly.

"Make me cum twice. I'll let you keep your 'job'. Make it four and you
get to keep your pictures. Any more than that and you can do whatever the hell
you want until I pass out." She said as she turned to
him. "Ki--" Her next demand was cut off when he kissed her. He pushed his tongue
past her full lips and devoured her mouth. She leaned back a little so she could
reach between them. His kiss was quickly turning her motor skills to mush. She
unbuttoned his shirt only to find he wore another underneath it. He let his
button down drop to the floor before he used one hand to lazily rub at the
barely there crotch of her panties. He all but swallowed her yelp and suppressed
one of his own when her small hands found their way into his jeans. He grabbed
her wrist though and stopped her.

"I'm already there. I don't need any help getting up." He growled once he
pulled away from her lips. "You however are as dry as bone." he said bluntly.
"Lucky for you I'm hungry. Get on the bed." He let go of her and she turned with
a puzzled look and climbed over the foot board. He snagged her shoes on the way.

"What--"

"I don't need another one of these." House said and pointed to a scar on his
back. She chuckled. The scar was from a quickie they had in her office one day.
He had laid her over her desk and fucked her hard. When she came she ended up
driving the point of her Versace kitten heels into his back. When he arched from
his own orgasm it only drove it in further and he nearly passed out from the
sudden drop in blood pressure. He needed
stitches and everything. While she was sewing him up Cameron, Chase and Foreman
happened upon them and asked what happened. Cuddy said she
threw something at House. He tried to dodge it and blamo - a believable excuse for
the kids. The funny part was that he had asked her to keep the shoes on.

                   
When she moved to crawl up the mattress she yelped when House gave a raspberry
to her left ass cheek. She ignored his chuckling and made herself comfortable
against the
pillows. She pulled her legs to her chest as she watched House get undressed. For
his age his body was very impressive. Kind of gangly but lean and built where it
counted. She tried not to stare at his scar. She had seen it a million times.
But he caught her looking as he crawled on to the bed. He took her hand ran it up
the coarse, uneven skin.

"Makes me look dangerous, like a tattoo, huh?" He asked.

"If you say so." She said before she let her hand roam to his cock.

"Ah-ah." he said grabbing her wrist. "Didn't I just say you interrupted my
dinner?"

"No, tell me about it while I'm holding your scrotum." She said
sarcastically.

"Because of your tardiness, I didn't eat. And when I was about to, you finally
showed up." House said as he settled on to his stomach. 

"You want me to cook for you?" She asked. She opened her mouth to curse him
out but he cut her off.

"No, silly girl." He said. She glared at him for calling her 'girl'. "I want
you to spread your legs..... nice and wide.... so I can eat you." Her eye brows shot up.
"Come on, virgin Mary. Pull the 'curtains' back."

"You're disgusting." She scowled when she got his dirty jokes. She spread her
long legs wide enough for him to fit between.

"Bring your ass up a little." He said as he grabbed the camera. She rolled
her eyes but did what he wanted - averting her eyes from the almost blinding
flash. "House--

"You never said how many pictures I could take. If I win this I want as many
as possible. It can not be helped if your 'muff' photographs well." House said. He put the camera down for a moment and ran his hands
over her thighs. He hooked his thumb in her panties and pulled them aside. As he
looked at her, he resisted making a joke about 'a middle aged spread'.
Truthfully, in his semi medical opinion, she had the vagina of a twenty year
old. Her pickiness regarding sexual partners and not having any kids attributed
to her pussy's perfection. She was pretty much the only woman House actually
wanted to go down on. Pretty much the only woman he did go down on. He found
himself drooling again as her sweet scent drifted into his nostrils. It was
laced with pheromones that sent the primal part of his brain into overdrive.

"....." Cuddy resisted telling him to take a picture - it would last longer.
But she decided on something more witty. "Don't play with your food, Greg." She
twitched when he teasingly blew cool air on her.

"It's hot." He countered. Cuddy smiled at the compliment. She was practically
shaking with anticipation. Her nerves already raw with need. She moaned when he licked her from anus to clit. She slid
her hands down her breasts as he put more force behind his tongue the second
time. House could feel Cuddy's heat against his tongue with each sweep he made
through her soft folds. He pushed her thighs up to gain better access.

"Mmm...." she sighed out a moan when he began licking back and forth
from her ass to her pussy. Dragging his wet tongue over the short distance
between the two - as if trying to decide which to pick for deeper probing. She
tried not to scream when he pushed his tongue as far as he could get it into her ass.
A secret weak spot House discovered completely by accident one night when his
finger slipped. Dr. Lisa Cuddy, dean of medicine, respected by all - liked anal.

                   
More specifically she liked to be rimmed. And House exploited that until she
hissed through her teeth and ran her slender fingers through his hair. He could
hear her breathing, coming out choppy and labored. Her tight ring of muscle was
just that - tight. He brushed his lips against it and curled his tongue when she
started to writhe beneath him. He pulled away a little - nipped and licked at
her smooth little perineum. She was wet now. He pushed his tongue into the
source of her wetness and lapped at her inner walls until she screamed and
pulled his hair. He thrust his tongue in and out of her, mimicking what he
wanted to do with his dick.

'Soon.' he told his cock as he patted it on the head. He then turned
his tongue on her clit. He brought his hands up under her buttocks and lifted
her as he pressed his lips and tongue against her.

"Mm!" He looked up just in time to see her eyes roll back. She licked her
upper lip before she put her head back.  "Ah!" she let out a yelp when he
pulled on her swollen clit with his lips. Holding it between his lips he ran his
tongue over it roughly.  "Unh! Greg..." She tensed and her
thighs twitched like she was trying to resist squeezing her legs shut. She arched her
back and had her first orgasm of the night.

                     House watched her
as she tried to regain her breath. As Cuddy shuddered and let out gasps of air she felt House
pulling her out of her lingerie. Slow and careful not to rip her nylons or break
a stitch on her panties or the garter as he pulled them down her legs. He
rolled her on her side to get to the hooks on her bra and pulled it off her
before he rolled her on to her back.

"My my...." He sighed as he looked Cuddy over. "I feel like a kid in
porn
store. Where to begin?" Cuddy sighed and brought her knees up, giving him clear
instructions on where to start without saying a word. He just grabbed the camera
without taking his eyes off her and snapped another picture. Fortunately after
that he got down to 'business'.

                     
If there was anything House knew how to do better than diagnosing patients, it
was how to fuck. This particular time he started out hard and fast. Letting out
guttural moans into the side of Cuddy's neck and her ear. She just whispered
encouragement into his. Sometimes her sentences were cut off by sudden hot
little moans which only threw gas on the fire of his arousal. He pushed harder
and thankfully she turned her head away from his ear to let out her appreciative
scream of pleasure. Cuddy arched up and scratched at his shoulders with her
nails. Holding on for dear life when he roughly pinched her nipples and sent her
careening over the edge of orgasm by his incredibly powerful thrusts into her.
She lost momentum for a second cumming when he slowed down. He was winded and
sweating profusely. His halt made her whine in disappointment.

"Were you close...again?" he asked as he pulled out of her. He sounded
impressed with himself. She let him have his victory - most men couldn't make a
woman cum once let alone twice and two thirds.

"Yeah...." she sighed as she rolled on to her side. "Why'd you stop?" she
asked. He put two fingers to his pulse as he sat back for a minute.

"To catch my breath. Little succubus like you would suck me dry if I don't
take a minute to cool down." He said in his usual snarky tone. She just rolled
her eyes at him as he 'caught his breath'. After a few minutes he pushed her on
to her stomach, snapped a quick pic of her perfect posterior before he pulled
her to her knees.

"Mm...." She moaned as she arched back into him. She rotated her neck and
flexed her other muscles as she waited for him to reenter her. She looked
over her shoulder when she heard him fiddling with something. From her angle she
couldn't see what it was, he was holding it low. She just gasped when he pressed two
fingers to her ass, slick with lube. "Uh wait--" She began but was cut off when
he forced them into her. "Ah!"

"You didn't think I'd ignore this did you?" He asked as he gently prepared
her.

"House, it's been a while since--

"I know. We're going to remedy that right now." House said as he pulled his
fingers out. He slathered his erection in a generous amount of lube before he
capped the little bottle and set it aside. He held her still and slid in. He
took it slow put pushed hard as he pulled her hips closer to him. Cuddy just
moaned and arched her back further. Yes, Lisa Cuddy did indeed like anal.
"Damn..." House sighed once he was fully seated inside her.

"That hurts." She gasped.

"Want me to stop?" he asked. She batted at his hands.

"No, your grip." She answered. "I do have bones you know." He eased up a
little and gently rubbed the indentation his fingers made in her delicate skin.

"Yes you have bones. And they are so beautifully structured under your
perfect skin." House moaned absently as he slowly rocked back and forth.

"Don't tease me...

"Where is it?" House said as he moved her hips around. "I know it should be
right....around--

"Ahh!" Cuddy suddenly screamed. She gripped the sheets as an overwhelming
sensation flooded her senses.

"There it is." House said. He held her still as he withdrew and plunged back
inside. Cuddy's moans reached a high pitch as he struck her spot over and over.
"Fuck...." He breathed against her neck.

"Stop....Greg--

"Not until you cum." He said as he pushed harder.

"Unh!" she suddenly tensed. House smiled when he felt a squirt of moisture on
his balls. As she convulsed he felt three other little jets. "Ohhhh...." she
groaned as she face planted into the mattress.

"Wow." House said as he withdrew slowly. She whined as more moisture ran down
her thighs. "You actually....ejaculated." She looked at him and he smiled. She
flopped back on the bed.

"I can't believe you're still hard. You can't use Viagra to cheat." She said.

"I haven't taken any." House said as he eased down on top of her. He reached
between her legs and rubbed her clit with his fingers. She inhaled sharply and
gripped his shoulders. "That's all because of you." She smiled and pulled him
into a passionate kiss. He repositioned himself on top of her and slowly slid
into her again. He watched her face - her eyes fluttered closed and her lips
parted to let out a barely audible sigh.

                   
This round he took his time. Making every thrust deliberate and passionate.
Cuddy clung to him. Bringing her legs up and locking her ankles around
him. He smiled at her and rolled over, letting her be on top. He put one arm
behind his head and placed his other hand on her hip as she ground herself back
and forth. He watched her as she gasped and moaned from having him so deep.
Every now and then she'd let out a little squeak and tense ever so much. He
pushed himself up and laved over one her nipples before sucking it between his
lips.

"Greg....unh..." she moaned in his ear. She moved faster and he held her
closer. She could hear him chanting her name as he buried his face between her
breasts. "Greg! Unh! Ah!" she climaxed again. House hissed through his teeth,
unable to hold back anymore, he came hard. Cuddy put her head back and sighed as
she felt his ejaculate coat her inner walls before slowly dripping out of her.
She looked down at him and he smiled. House kissed her before he fell back on to
the mattress. She leaned up and he slipped from inside her. She then laid beside
him and rested one hand on his chest. She could feel his heart pounding
underneath his skin.

"So, Lisa. Can I keep my job?" House asked as he glanced down at her. She sat
up and stared at him for a moment.

"What?"

"That's what I thought." He said as a smirk curled the corner of his
lips.