Going Down? | House: Greg/Lisa
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misaffectionFandom: House MD
Pairing: Greg House/Lisa Cuddy
Rating: FRM
Word Count: 3,100
Notes: Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
cuddy_fest
Lisa Cuddy watched the rain track down her window. It was really coming down hard. The storm had been building all day; the pressure had weighed on everyone, causing headaches and short tempers. It had broken ten minutes ago in a sudden clatter of hailstones. From the low, dark clouds that seethed above the hospital, it wasn’t going to be over any time soon.
She stood and crossed to her vantage point. The car park was awash with water. She could see people rushing to their vehicles, trying to dodge the rain. It was far darker than a summer afternoon should be. The light in her office flickered, making her look at it worriedly – if they lost power…
Hurrying out of her office, she headed to the elevator; she had to make sure that the caretaker was fully prepared for any eventuality. Yes she could have just rung the guy up, but it was harder to lie face to face.
Pressing the button for the second time, she became aware of footsteps approaching. The rhythm was oh so familiar and she braced herself in the second before turning and offering a wide “I am so in control” smile to House.
He stopped and tilted his head slightly.
“House,” she said. She wasn’t quite sure what advantage being the first to speak gave her, but she always felt better having it.
“Cuddy,” he replied easily. “Going down?”
It was a simple enough question. So why did he have to make it sound dirty?
“There are a couple of things I wish to check on,” she told him, refusing to rise to the bait. The elevator arrived at that point, saving her from having to think of something else to add.
She went in and press the hold button for House. He gave her a small nod of thanks and she pressed the button for the ground floor. The door slid shut and the elevator hummed into life.
“So what important thing needs special Cuddy attention?” he asked, amusement clear in his tone.
“Well I know you’ve been so busy,” she remarked sarcastically, knowing he’d been anything but, “that you’ve probably not noticed, but we have a rather large storm sat right on top of the hospital. There’s already a lot of water on the car park, so I won’t to check that the caretaker’s keeping an eye on it.”
“He’s got a toy boat?”
She glared at him. “Don’t be facetious. All I’m doing is making sure we have sandbags in case the level keeps rising and that reception is being kept dry. I’d rather not us get sued because someone slipped on the floor.”
“Well if you’re going to break a leg…”
“Don’t.” She smacked his arm. “Stop tempting fate.”
“A hospital is probably the best place,” he finished unrepentantly.
She folded her arms and glowered at him. She’d just come up with a fabulous, biting comeback when the lights in the elevator flickered. She looked up and then the world came to a crashing halt and everything went black.
~
Picking herself off the floor, and wincing as several parts of her body protested as the motion, Cuddy glanced round the dark elevator. House was sprawled on the floor and was lying still.
“House?” she croaked. He didn’t move. She swore and knelt beside him. A quick check revealed that while he’d received a good knock on the head, nothing was broken and he wasn’t bleeding. She ran her fingertips gently over the egg-sized lump on his temple; he was going to have one hell of a headache when he woke up.
“House?” she said again. She shook him. “House!”
When there was still no response, she wondered if her spot diagnosis was wrong and there was something more. She leant over him, checking the pulse in his neck and his breathing.
“Taking advantage of an unconscious person?” he murmured then. She jerked back. His eyes were still closed, but a mischievous smile played about his lips.
“Idiot,” she hissed at him. “You had me really worried. Still, I should have known better; you only hit your head.”
House cracked one eye open and grinned at her. “Did the earth move for you?”
“Shut up,” she said as she got up again. “The elevator stopped. I think we’re stuck.”
“Your powers of deduction are growing,” House told her in a dramatic voice. She ignored him in favour of picking up the emergency phone.
“Hello? Hello?” She put it down again and leaned against the wall. “There’s no reply,” she told him dully.
“It’s probably a power cut,” he replied easily. “Shouldn’t last long.”
The sensible part of her agreed with him but that didn’t stop her from pacing the enclosure. Fear and impatience battled for the upper hand; she had no idea what was going on outside and she hated that loss of control.
“Cuddy.”
Eight paces from wall to wall. The buttons of the elevator remained unresponsive no matter how many times she pressed them. It was so hot in here. She paced to the other wall, feeling trapped. She tried to calm her breathing; did they have enough air?
How long was it going to be?
“Cuddy!”
She stopped at the controls again. She pressed the call button. She hit it. Again and again on a rising tide of panic as the darkness of the room closed it around her.
“Cuddy.” An arm wound around her waist as his other hand halted her furious thumping of the elevator controls.
“They’re not coming,” she whispered, her voice cracking.
“Of course they are,” House assured her gently. “It’s okay.”
She shook her head. “House…”
“Shh,” he soothed, holding her tighter. “Let it go Cuddy. Just relax. They know we’re here and they’ll be here soon.” She shuddered and sagged against him. “Hm. Who knew you were claustrophobic?”
“Don’t,” she pleaded weakly. “It’s not funny.”
“I’m not laughing. But I don’t understand; you use this elevator every day.”
“And I get nervous every time.”
House chuckled. The low sound made her shiver for a wholly different reason. “So despite that, you use the damn thing anyways? Talk about stubborn.”
“You should know all about that,” she remarked. She was vaguely aware he still had his arms around her and thought that maybe she ought to be doing something about that, but it was too comforting, too… She sighed.
“What now?” he asked.
Cuddy didn’t answer, preferring to ease herself out of his embrace. She turned to face him. He was watching her, a strange expression on his face. She bit her lip as the intimacy of the situation dawned on her. Well, when in Rome…
“I wonder how long we’ll be in here?” she said.
“Could be a while I guess,” House replied.
She looked up at the ceiling. “I hate being enclosed.”
There was a brief silence, and then he limped the small gap between them. Cuddy looked at him, noting the slight wariness of his expression and how in the dimness his blue eyes seemed to glow. They captured her, holding her gaze and her breath as he reached out and worked open the buttons of her jacket. She made no move to stop him.
Once her jacket was undone, House undid her blouse. His movements were slow but sure, his fingers deft. His eyes still held hers; a silent question in their depths. She knew if she spoke up he would stop, could feel that tension emanating from his taut body. So she said nothing; just gazed back, daring him with a small smile.
“You wear enough layers,” he murmured as his fingers slid under her blouse. His touch left a prickle of gooseflesh in their wake. Her head tilted back of its own accord. A small sigh escaped her lips.
“Have to make you work,” she retorted. She lifted her own hands and rested them lightly on his chest and then slid them upwards, under the weight of his jacket to grip his shoulders.
He leaned closer, his breath stirring the tendrils of hair that had escaped her hairdo to curl around her face. His eyes flickered from hers, down to her lips and back again. “Cuddy,” he sighed, his tone almost resigned, and then kissed her.
She closed her eyes, surrendering to the kiss with another soft sigh. His lips moved against hers, light, teasing. She pressed in, pushing the jacket off his shoulders. She heard it fall to the floor but the sound seemed distant under the thunder of blood in her ears as one of his hands threaded into her hair and the kiss became insistent.
Time stopped as abruptly as the elevator had as he – not House; she couldn’t possibly think of him as House while he was doing that to her… She groaned as he nipped at her neck, before soothing the area with a hot, opened mouthed kiss.
“Greg,” his name tumbled unbidden from her lips.
He pulled back, his blue eyes glittering with amusement… and something darker that made her stomach flip and her mouth go dry.
“So Lisa…” he drawled her name and made it sound like something obscene. “Going down?” An eyebrow arched suggestively.
“You wish,” she panted.
“Well, yes, actually. Fantasy come true, this is.”
She laughed in spite of herself. “Why doesn’t that surprise me? You old lecher. Only you would see a faulty elevator as an opportunity.”
“Don’t play the innocent, Lisa,” he said, slipped his hands behind her back again. “You initiated this. Don’t think I missed that ‘come-to-bed’ look you gave me.”
“’Come-to-bed’ look?” she echoed and made a great show of looking around the tiny room. “What bed?”
“I meant it figuratively.” He fumbled slightly and then she felt the band of her bra go loose. She shrugged the clothes off her upper body, watching with some amusement when his eyes widened at the sight of her stood there half-naked. “Oh boy.”
She looked down and then up again with a wide grin. “Nope.”
“Hmm, you should let these puppies out to play more often,” Greg told her as he cupped a breast reverently. She leaned into his touch. He squeezed experimentally and then brushed his thumb over her nipple.
“Oh God,” she breathed.
“No,” he said. “Just me.”
“You’re so full of yourself.”
“You’re just jealous.”
Maybe she was. She was certainly suddenly desperate for him. She ran one hand down his chest, sweeping over his hip and then rubbing the firm lump of his arousal through his jeans. He hissed and hitched up the hem of her skirt.
She lost all sense of everything in a surge of desire. As far as she was aware they could have been anywhere. His hands roamed her body freely and she writhed and moaned as his skilled manipulations.
Her knickers were round her ankles and she didn’t know when that had happened. She didn’t really care because Greg had braced himself on his cane and then knelt and then… and then…
“Fuck,” she cried out as his wicked tongue found her clitoris. Her head fell back against the wall as he licked her. He teased perfectly; alternating between slow, deep penetrations and quick flicks until her legs shook with the effect of keeping upright.
And just when she thought she could handle him without turning into a puddle of goo, he slipped two fingers inside her.
“Oh God,” she moaned, grinding down on his fingers wantonly. “Greg.”
Even as she rocked her hips in time with his fingering, she was vaguely aware of how long they’d be in here. Some time, she knew, and it probably wouldn’t be much longer before they were ‘rescued’. Being found like this; up against the wall with everything on show and her Head of Diagnosis giving her oral sex, probably wouldn’t do her reputation much good.
However as Greg continued to work his fingers inside her and his tongue against her clitoris, she found she didn’t give a damn. She also should be worrying about his thigh, but he was a grown man, oh God yes so very much, and he was perfectly capable of moving if he needed to.
He obviously felt the need to, because sensation was suddenly lost, leaving her gasping like a fish tossed out of water. She watched him stand, slow and stiff but still grinning.
“Hmm, all mussed and flushed,” he said, moving to press his lean body against hers. “You’ve never looked hotter.”
She shook her head wordlessly; she didn’t need his cleverness right now – what she wanted was him. She pulled him into a hungry kiss and reached round to squeeze his ass just to underline her point. He chuckled huskily.
“Want something Cuddy?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “You.”
He chuckled again and ground against her. She felt his contained erection rub her thigh. She could sense his mounting frustration and decided it was time to return a little in kind. She snaked her hand to the zipper of his jeans and worked it open. His boxers were soft cotton and she fondled their contents.
“Lisa,” he moaned.
She grinned at him using her name, using it in that tone. She pulled back, grabbed his upper arms and manoeuvred him until it was he up against the elevator wall. He lifted a curious eyebrow at her.
“Going down,” she murmured against his lips. She kissed him briefly and then sank elegantly to her knees. Undoing the button of his jeans, she edged them and his boxers down just far enough.
She glanced upwards to find him gazing at her, pure longing on his face. Smiling seductively, she lent forward and circled the head of his erection with her tongue. She heard him take a sharp intake of breath but kept her attention on the task at hand, curving her fingers around the shaft and stroking him.
“Lisa.” The word was drawn out, half reluctant, half desirous. His hands dropped to her head and he stroked her face, ran his fingers through her hair. She leant forward and took his whole length into her mouth, making him grunt and his hips jerk involuntarily. “Stop,” he gasped.
“Stop?” she echoed, not quite believing what she was hearing. She sat back on her heels and gave him a questioning look.
“Can’t…” He was rubbing at his thigh, pain fighting with frustration on his rugged features.
Disappointment flashed through her, hot and bitter. She swallowed it down, moving to his side. He was obviously in pain so she stuck her hand into the right hand pocket of his jeans and fished out the container she knew was in there.
She opened it for him and emptied two Vicodin into his palm. He swallowed them dry and then grimaced at either the taste or the pain.
“Sorry,” he muttered. His misery was clear as his erection had wilted. “Useless.”
“No!” She made herself jump at the anger in her tone. She leant against his side and placed a hand on his cheek, turning his head so he was looking at her. “You aren’t,” she whispered.
“My leg…”
“Yes, I know.” She paused and offered him a slow smile, caressing his cheek tenderly. “Obviously you needed to take that lying down.”
He stared at her for a moment and she saw the realisation of her comment dawn in his eyes. He blinked a couple of times and then smirked.
“Is that your diagnosis, Doctor Cuddy?”
She grinned. “Uh huh. Bed rest is definitely in order.”
His arms went round her again and he pulled her to him. She tilted her head and closed her eyes, returning the kiss he gave her wholeheartedly.
The elevator shifted.
She pulled out of his embrace almost violently, retrieving her bra from where he’d tossed it. She put it on and then yanked her blouse on quickly even as the lights came on brightly and the elevator recommended its journey down to the ground.
Straightening her clothes and smoothing her hair, she had to wonder what kind of sight she made. Greg was quicker at recovering normalcy and she stuck her tongue out at him.
“You look fine,” he assured her.
“I feel hot and bothered.”
“Exactly,” he smirked.
“Oh God, everyone’s going to know what we did.”
“Relax. We’ll just tell them you had a panic attack.”
Thinking about that, she nodded and sighed. She got her wits together just as the elevator stopped again, this time gently, and the doors slid open on a reception full of her staff chattering nervously. Wilson was even there with a crash trolley.
“Are you okay?” The question seemed to come from everywhere at once. She found herself nodding dumbly, overwhelmed by the barrage.
Fortunately, House took control of the situation in his own, unique style. “Okay, okay. Everybody move out of the way. Give the lady room to breathe already.” He took her hand and limped forward, clearing a passage through the concerned crowd with his cane.
As they moved further into the reception area, he pulled her to his side, shielding her as much as he could with his body. The cane and his no-nonsense expression gave a message that most people paid attention to and the crowd began to thin out.
They reached the door finally, only to find the exit blocked by Wilson and the ducklings. Foreman and Chase looked faintly worried, while Cameron looked like she’d bitten something sour.
“Everything alright?” Wilson asked and she found herself bristling at the amusement in his tone.
“Fine,” she said briskly. “Everything considering.”
Wilson nodded and looked questionably at House, who utterly ignored him. He lifted the cane again. Cameron at least had the foresight to get out of the way. She found herself ushered outside.
The rain had stopped. The air was cooler and fresher for the storm. She took a deep breath, allowing it to fill her lungs. Euphoria bubbled up inside her; a combination of the relief of escaping the confines of the elevator mixing with afterglow.
She turned a sunny smile on House. “So…” she purred. “How’s about that bed rest Doctor House?”
“Definitely. I need lots of rest.”
“Of course you do.” She dug in her jacket pocket and pulled out her car keys, twirling them round on her finger. “Coming, then?”
“Hope so.”
She laughed at that and hugged his arm. They walked over to her car and got in. As she headed out of the car park, she noticed that the dark clouds were still over the hospital and the immediate area, but further out, towards the horizon, they cleared to blue skies and glorious sunshine.
She rather hoped that was a portent.
Pairing: Greg House/Lisa Cuddy
Rating: FRM
Word Count: 3,100
Notes: Written for the
cuddy_festLisa Cuddy watched the rain track down her window. It was really coming down hard. The storm had been building all day; the pressure had weighed on everyone, causing headaches and short tempers. It had broken ten minutes ago in a sudden clatter of hailstones. From the low, dark clouds that seethed above the hospital, it wasn’t going to be over any time soon.
She stood and crossed to her vantage point. The car park was awash with water. She could see people rushing to their vehicles, trying to dodge the rain. It was far darker than a summer afternoon should be. The light in her office flickered, making her look at it worriedly – if they lost power…
Hurrying out of her office, she headed to the elevator; she had to make sure that the caretaker was fully prepared for any eventuality. Yes she could have just rung the guy up, but it was harder to lie face to face.
Pressing the button for the second time, she became aware of footsteps approaching. The rhythm was oh so familiar and she braced herself in the second before turning and offering a wide “I am so in control” smile to House.
He stopped and tilted his head slightly.
“House,” she said. She wasn’t quite sure what advantage being the first to speak gave her, but she always felt better having it.
“Cuddy,” he replied easily. “Going down?”
It was a simple enough question. So why did he have to make it sound dirty?
“There are a couple of things I wish to check on,” she told him, refusing to rise to the bait. The elevator arrived at that point, saving her from having to think of something else to add.
She went in and press the hold button for House. He gave her a small nod of thanks and she pressed the button for the ground floor. The door slid shut and the elevator hummed into life.
“So what important thing needs special Cuddy attention?” he asked, amusement clear in his tone.
“Well I know you’ve been so busy,” she remarked sarcastically, knowing he’d been anything but, “that you’ve probably not noticed, but we have a rather large storm sat right on top of the hospital. There’s already a lot of water on the car park, so I won’t to check that the caretaker’s keeping an eye on it.”
“He’s got a toy boat?”
She glared at him. “Don’t be facetious. All I’m doing is making sure we have sandbags in case the level keeps rising and that reception is being kept dry. I’d rather not us get sued because someone slipped on the floor.”
“Well if you’re going to break a leg…”
“Don’t.” She smacked his arm. “Stop tempting fate.”
“A hospital is probably the best place,” he finished unrepentantly.
She folded her arms and glowered at him. She’d just come up with a fabulous, biting comeback when the lights in the elevator flickered. She looked up and then the world came to a crashing halt and everything went black.
~
Picking herself off the floor, and wincing as several parts of her body protested as the motion, Cuddy glanced round the dark elevator. House was sprawled on the floor and was lying still.
“House?” she croaked. He didn’t move. She swore and knelt beside him. A quick check revealed that while he’d received a good knock on the head, nothing was broken and he wasn’t bleeding. She ran her fingertips gently over the egg-sized lump on his temple; he was going to have one hell of a headache when he woke up.
“House?” she said again. She shook him. “House!”
When there was still no response, she wondered if her spot diagnosis was wrong and there was something more. She leant over him, checking the pulse in his neck and his breathing.
“Taking advantage of an unconscious person?” he murmured then. She jerked back. His eyes were still closed, but a mischievous smile played about his lips.
“Idiot,” she hissed at him. “You had me really worried. Still, I should have known better; you only hit your head.”
House cracked one eye open and grinned at her. “Did the earth move for you?”
“Shut up,” she said as she got up again. “The elevator stopped. I think we’re stuck.”
“Your powers of deduction are growing,” House told her in a dramatic voice. She ignored him in favour of picking up the emergency phone.
“Hello? Hello?” She put it down again and leaned against the wall. “There’s no reply,” she told him dully.
“It’s probably a power cut,” he replied easily. “Shouldn’t last long.”
The sensible part of her agreed with him but that didn’t stop her from pacing the enclosure. Fear and impatience battled for the upper hand; she had no idea what was going on outside and she hated that loss of control.
“Cuddy.”
Eight paces from wall to wall. The buttons of the elevator remained unresponsive no matter how many times she pressed them. It was so hot in here. She paced to the other wall, feeling trapped. She tried to calm her breathing; did they have enough air?
How long was it going to be?
“Cuddy!”
She stopped at the controls again. She pressed the call button. She hit it. Again and again on a rising tide of panic as the darkness of the room closed it around her.
“Cuddy.” An arm wound around her waist as his other hand halted her furious thumping of the elevator controls.
“They’re not coming,” she whispered, her voice cracking.
“Of course they are,” House assured her gently. “It’s okay.”
She shook her head. “House…”
“Shh,” he soothed, holding her tighter. “Let it go Cuddy. Just relax. They know we’re here and they’ll be here soon.” She shuddered and sagged against him. “Hm. Who knew you were claustrophobic?”
“Don’t,” she pleaded weakly. “It’s not funny.”
“I’m not laughing. But I don’t understand; you use this elevator every day.”
“And I get nervous every time.”
House chuckled. The low sound made her shiver for a wholly different reason. “So despite that, you use the damn thing anyways? Talk about stubborn.”
“You should know all about that,” she remarked. She was vaguely aware he still had his arms around her and thought that maybe she ought to be doing something about that, but it was too comforting, too… She sighed.
“What now?” he asked.
Cuddy didn’t answer, preferring to ease herself out of his embrace. She turned to face him. He was watching her, a strange expression on his face. She bit her lip as the intimacy of the situation dawned on her. Well, when in Rome…
“I wonder how long we’ll be in here?” she said.
“Could be a while I guess,” House replied.
She looked up at the ceiling. “I hate being enclosed.”
There was a brief silence, and then he limped the small gap between them. Cuddy looked at him, noting the slight wariness of his expression and how in the dimness his blue eyes seemed to glow. They captured her, holding her gaze and her breath as he reached out and worked open the buttons of her jacket. She made no move to stop him.
Once her jacket was undone, House undid her blouse. His movements were slow but sure, his fingers deft. His eyes still held hers; a silent question in their depths. She knew if she spoke up he would stop, could feel that tension emanating from his taut body. So she said nothing; just gazed back, daring him with a small smile.
“You wear enough layers,” he murmured as his fingers slid under her blouse. His touch left a prickle of gooseflesh in their wake. Her head tilted back of its own accord. A small sigh escaped her lips.
“Have to make you work,” she retorted. She lifted her own hands and rested them lightly on his chest and then slid them upwards, under the weight of his jacket to grip his shoulders.
He leaned closer, his breath stirring the tendrils of hair that had escaped her hairdo to curl around her face. His eyes flickered from hers, down to her lips and back again. “Cuddy,” he sighed, his tone almost resigned, and then kissed her.
She closed her eyes, surrendering to the kiss with another soft sigh. His lips moved against hers, light, teasing. She pressed in, pushing the jacket off his shoulders. She heard it fall to the floor but the sound seemed distant under the thunder of blood in her ears as one of his hands threaded into her hair and the kiss became insistent.
Time stopped as abruptly as the elevator had as he – not House; she couldn’t possibly think of him as House while he was doing that to her… She groaned as he nipped at her neck, before soothing the area with a hot, opened mouthed kiss.
“Greg,” his name tumbled unbidden from her lips.
He pulled back, his blue eyes glittering with amusement… and something darker that made her stomach flip and her mouth go dry.
“So Lisa…” he drawled her name and made it sound like something obscene. “Going down?” An eyebrow arched suggestively.
“You wish,” she panted.
“Well, yes, actually. Fantasy come true, this is.”
She laughed in spite of herself. “Why doesn’t that surprise me? You old lecher. Only you would see a faulty elevator as an opportunity.”
“Don’t play the innocent, Lisa,” he said, slipped his hands behind her back again. “You initiated this. Don’t think I missed that ‘come-to-bed’ look you gave me.”
“’Come-to-bed’ look?” she echoed and made a great show of looking around the tiny room. “What bed?”
“I meant it figuratively.” He fumbled slightly and then she felt the band of her bra go loose. She shrugged the clothes off her upper body, watching with some amusement when his eyes widened at the sight of her stood there half-naked. “Oh boy.”
She looked down and then up again with a wide grin. “Nope.”
“Hmm, you should let these puppies out to play more often,” Greg told her as he cupped a breast reverently. She leaned into his touch. He squeezed experimentally and then brushed his thumb over her nipple.
“Oh God,” she breathed.
“No,” he said. “Just me.”
“You’re so full of yourself.”
“You’re just jealous.”
Maybe she was. She was certainly suddenly desperate for him. She ran one hand down his chest, sweeping over his hip and then rubbing the firm lump of his arousal through his jeans. He hissed and hitched up the hem of her skirt.
She lost all sense of everything in a surge of desire. As far as she was aware they could have been anywhere. His hands roamed her body freely and she writhed and moaned as his skilled manipulations.
Her knickers were round her ankles and she didn’t know when that had happened. She didn’t really care because Greg had braced himself on his cane and then knelt and then… and then…
“Fuck,” she cried out as his wicked tongue found her clitoris. Her head fell back against the wall as he licked her. He teased perfectly; alternating between slow, deep penetrations and quick flicks until her legs shook with the effect of keeping upright.
And just when she thought she could handle him without turning into a puddle of goo, he slipped two fingers inside her.
“Oh God,” she moaned, grinding down on his fingers wantonly. “Greg.”
Even as she rocked her hips in time with his fingering, she was vaguely aware of how long they’d be in here. Some time, she knew, and it probably wouldn’t be much longer before they were ‘rescued’. Being found like this; up against the wall with everything on show and her Head of Diagnosis giving her oral sex, probably wouldn’t do her reputation much good.
However as Greg continued to work his fingers inside her and his tongue against her clitoris, she found she didn’t give a damn. She also should be worrying about his thigh, but he was a grown man, oh God yes so very much, and he was perfectly capable of moving if he needed to.
He obviously felt the need to, because sensation was suddenly lost, leaving her gasping like a fish tossed out of water. She watched him stand, slow and stiff but still grinning.
“Hmm, all mussed and flushed,” he said, moving to press his lean body against hers. “You’ve never looked hotter.”
She shook her head wordlessly; she didn’t need his cleverness right now – what she wanted was him. She pulled him into a hungry kiss and reached round to squeeze his ass just to underline her point. He chuckled huskily.
“Want something Cuddy?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “You.”
He chuckled again and ground against her. She felt his contained erection rub her thigh. She could sense his mounting frustration and decided it was time to return a little in kind. She snaked her hand to the zipper of his jeans and worked it open. His boxers were soft cotton and she fondled their contents.
“Lisa,” he moaned.
She grinned at him using her name, using it in that tone. She pulled back, grabbed his upper arms and manoeuvred him until it was he up against the elevator wall. He lifted a curious eyebrow at her.
“Going down,” she murmured against his lips. She kissed him briefly and then sank elegantly to her knees. Undoing the button of his jeans, she edged them and his boxers down just far enough.
She glanced upwards to find him gazing at her, pure longing on his face. Smiling seductively, she lent forward and circled the head of his erection with her tongue. She heard him take a sharp intake of breath but kept her attention on the task at hand, curving her fingers around the shaft and stroking him.
“Lisa.” The word was drawn out, half reluctant, half desirous. His hands dropped to her head and he stroked her face, ran his fingers through her hair. She leant forward and took his whole length into her mouth, making him grunt and his hips jerk involuntarily. “Stop,” he gasped.
“Stop?” she echoed, not quite believing what she was hearing. She sat back on her heels and gave him a questioning look.
“Can’t…” He was rubbing at his thigh, pain fighting with frustration on his rugged features.
Disappointment flashed through her, hot and bitter. She swallowed it down, moving to his side. He was obviously in pain so she stuck her hand into the right hand pocket of his jeans and fished out the container she knew was in there.
She opened it for him and emptied two Vicodin into his palm. He swallowed them dry and then grimaced at either the taste or the pain.
“Sorry,” he muttered. His misery was clear as his erection had wilted. “Useless.”
“No!” She made herself jump at the anger in her tone. She leant against his side and placed a hand on his cheek, turning his head so he was looking at her. “You aren’t,” she whispered.
“My leg…”
“Yes, I know.” She paused and offered him a slow smile, caressing his cheek tenderly. “Obviously you needed to take that lying down.”
He stared at her for a moment and she saw the realisation of her comment dawn in his eyes. He blinked a couple of times and then smirked.
“Is that your diagnosis, Doctor Cuddy?”
She grinned. “Uh huh. Bed rest is definitely in order.”
His arms went round her again and he pulled her to him. She tilted her head and closed her eyes, returning the kiss he gave her wholeheartedly.
The elevator shifted.
She pulled out of his embrace almost violently, retrieving her bra from where he’d tossed it. She put it on and then yanked her blouse on quickly even as the lights came on brightly and the elevator recommended its journey down to the ground.
Straightening her clothes and smoothing her hair, she had to wonder what kind of sight she made. Greg was quicker at recovering normalcy and she stuck her tongue out at him.
“You look fine,” he assured her.
“I feel hot and bothered.”
“Exactly,” he smirked.
“Oh God, everyone’s going to know what we did.”
“Relax. We’ll just tell them you had a panic attack.”
Thinking about that, she nodded and sighed. She got her wits together just as the elevator stopped again, this time gently, and the doors slid open on a reception full of her staff chattering nervously. Wilson was even there with a crash trolley.
“Are you okay?” The question seemed to come from everywhere at once. She found herself nodding dumbly, overwhelmed by the barrage.
Fortunately, House took control of the situation in his own, unique style. “Okay, okay. Everybody move out of the way. Give the lady room to breathe already.” He took her hand and limped forward, clearing a passage through the concerned crowd with his cane.
As they moved further into the reception area, he pulled her to his side, shielding her as much as he could with his body. The cane and his no-nonsense expression gave a message that most people paid attention to and the crowd began to thin out.
They reached the door finally, only to find the exit blocked by Wilson and the ducklings. Foreman and Chase looked faintly worried, while Cameron looked like she’d bitten something sour.
“Everything alright?” Wilson asked and she found herself bristling at the amusement in his tone.
“Fine,” she said briskly. “Everything considering.”
Wilson nodded and looked questionably at House, who utterly ignored him. He lifted the cane again. Cameron at least had the foresight to get out of the way. She found herself ushered outside.
The rain had stopped. The air was cooler and fresher for the storm. She took a deep breath, allowing it to fill her lungs. Euphoria bubbled up inside her; a combination of the relief of escaping the confines of the elevator mixing with afterglow.
She turned a sunny smile on House. “So…” she purred. “How’s about that bed rest Doctor House?”
“Definitely. I need lots of rest.”
“Of course you do.” She dug in her jacket pocket and pulled out her car keys, twirling them round on her finger. “Coming, then?”
“Hope so.”
She laughed at that and hugged his arm. They walked over to her car and got in. As she headed out of the car park, she noticed that the dark clouds were still over the hospital and the immediate area, but further out, towards the horizon, they cleared to blue skies and glorious sunshine.
She rather hoped that was a portent.
