"I thought you'd be thoroughly knocked out after the bachelor party." Cuddy stated as she entered House's apartment. House closed the door behind her and brushed a hand against his sweaty forehead.
"If toi really believed that then toi wouldn't be here...Why are toi here?" He asked as he limped over to the piano and sat at the bench. Cuddy walked over to him.
"You were jouer la comédie strange today in my office and I just wanted to make sure toi were okay." She a dit as she sat down suivant to him. She lightly traced a hand over the black and white keys. He watched her long manicured fingers caress his beloved instrument.
"I still haven't slept." He a dit as he placed a hand on haut, retour au début of hers causing her to become still. Cuddy leaned her face up and caught his gaze.
"...Three days of tossing and turning." He said.
Cuddy looked down at their hands for a moment and then back up at him.
"You've been through alot these last few weeks...we all have...it's natural to lose some sleep...I haven't been sleeping very well either." She a dit as she took her free hand and rested it against his chest. His eyes widened at her bold move.
Is this real? He wondered to himself. He had been seeing Amber afterall. Now all of a sudden Cuddy's here caressing him and talking in a low seductive tone. This isn't real. She could barely admit that she was jealous of Cameron last week. She wouldn't suddenly come over here and...
"House? Are toi with me?" She asks as she removes her hand from his chest.
"I'm here." He says as he leans halfway near her lips. His eyes remain focused on hers.
"Meet me halfway, Cuddy." He says as he places a hand on her hip. She swallows deeply but then leans further into him until her lips are inches from his.
This clenches it. There is no way the real Cuddy would let him take it this far. Oh well. Fantasies are to be enjoyed.
House pulled vers l'avant, vers l’avant and claimed her lips roughly against his mouth. Her hand went into his hair. He pulled her body closer into him until she was literally in his lap. His hands held tightly to her hips as his tongue started to probe deep into her mouth.
One of her hands fell against the piano keys and an array of mixed up notes sounded around them. He pulled away from her mouth. She was red all over and gasping for breath.
"I like toi like this." He a dit as he trailed his finger down her neck and between her cleavage. She let out a surprised breath at the action. He pulled her harder toward him until she was sitting directly on him. He pushed his hand under her chemise and felt her breasts through her bra. She leaned her forehead against his and moaned.
"House...I think..."
"What? What do toi think Cuddy?" He asked with a smirk. His finger gently stroked her nipple.
She managed to pull back from his grasp.
"Doing this on the bench doesn't give us much room to..."
"Manuever?" He asked as he pulled her to him again crushing his lips against hers.
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Later....
She was s’embrasser down his chest and he was stroking her back.
"That feels just right." He a dit huskily. She pulled up and lay on him, pushing her own chest against his. She rubbed his beard gently.
"Do toi think you're ready for a repeat performance?" She asks with a glint in her eye and a grin on her lips.
He encircles his arms around her and pushes her on her back. He kisses her lips before crawling down her body and disappearing underneath the covers.
She giggles as his prickly beard grazes her inner thigh. Suddenly she gasps as she feels alot of attention being paid to a very sensitive yet pleasurable part of her body.
"Greg..." She says in a hardly audible tone.
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"It must have been a very hot sex dream...That explains it." House a dit as he traced a hand over the vacant l’espace on his bed. He pushed himself up and reached for his pills. His eyes noticed something at the bedroom door. He turned to see Amber standing there watching him.
"So, now toi watch me have wet dreams too?" He asked as he sat up against his head board.
"Ew. I made sure to montrer up after the dirty deed took place...By the way it wasn't a sex dream." She states as she knocks her hand against the wood of a nearby dresser.
"Knock on wood." She says with a devilish smile.
"So, did me and Cuddy have sex, ou are toi just trying to drive me insane?"
Amber opens the door and points out into the hall.
"Only one way to really know for sure? I know toi can't stand not knowing. See if she's still here cooking toi breakfast."
"That would be a dream." He says with a snicker.
"Or maybe she snuck out again like that last time toi two became horizontal." She a dit with another Cheshire like grin.
"Maybe." He a dit sadly to himself.
"If she left it's not because she regrets this." Amber says as she walks to sit on the bed.
"So, now I need reassurance from a dead woman?"
"I'm a hallucination remember? I'm a part of your own mind. toi know that this mattered to her. plus importantly toi know that it mattered to you."
"It did...If it's real." He a dit rubbing his beard in thought. He looked up to find Amber had vanished once more.
"If toi really believed that then toi wouldn't be here...Why are toi here?" He asked as he limped over to the piano and sat at the bench. Cuddy walked over to him.
"You were jouer la comédie strange today in my office and I just wanted to make sure toi were okay." She a dit as she sat down suivant to him. She lightly traced a hand over the black and white keys. He watched her long manicured fingers caress his beloved instrument.
"I still haven't slept." He a dit as he placed a hand on haut, retour au début of hers causing her to become still. Cuddy leaned her face up and caught his gaze.
"...Three days of tossing and turning." He said.
Cuddy looked down at their hands for a moment and then back up at him.
"You've been through alot these last few weeks...we all have...it's natural to lose some sleep...I haven't been sleeping very well either." She a dit as she took her free hand and rested it against his chest. His eyes widened at her bold move.
Is this real? He wondered to himself. He had been seeing Amber afterall. Now all of a sudden Cuddy's here caressing him and talking in a low seductive tone. This isn't real. She could barely admit that she was jealous of Cameron last week. She wouldn't suddenly come over here and...
"House? Are toi with me?" She asks as she removes her hand from his chest.
"I'm here." He says as he leans halfway near her lips. His eyes remain focused on hers.
"Meet me halfway, Cuddy." He says as he places a hand on her hip. She swallows deeply but then leans further into him until her lips are inches from his.
This clenches it. There is no way the real Cuddy would let him take it this far. Oh well. Fantasies are to be enjoyed.
House pulled vers l'avant, vers l’avant and claimed her lips roughly against his mouth. Her hand went into his hair. He pulled her body closer into him until she was literally in his lap. His hands held tightly to her hips as his tongue started to probe deep into her mouth.
One of her hands fell against the piano keys and an array of mixed up notes sounded around them. He pulled away from her mouth. She was red all over and gasping for breath.
"I like toi like this." He a dit as he trailed his finger down her neck and between her cleavage. She let out a surprised breath at the action. He pulled her harder toward him until she was sitting directly on him. He pushed his hand under her chemise and felt her breasts through her bra. She leaned her forehead against his and moaned.
"House...I think..."
"What? What do toi think Cuddy?" He asked with a smirk. His finger gently stroked her nipple.
She managed to pull back from his grasp.
"Doing this on the bench doesn't give us much room to..."
"Manuever?" He asked as he pulled her to him again crushing his lips against hers.
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Later....
She was s’embrasser down his chest and he was stroking her back.
"That feels just right." He a dit huskily. She pulled up and lay on him, pushing her own chest against his. She rubbed his beard gently.
"Do toi think you're ready for a repeat performance?" She asks with a glint in her eye and a grin on her lips.
He encircles his arms around her and pushes her on her back. He kisses her lips before crawling down her body and disappearing underneath the covers.
She giggles as his prickly beard grazes her inner thigh. Suddenly she gasps as she feels alot of attention being paid to a very sensitive yet pleasurable part of her body.
"Greg..." She says in a hardly audible tone.
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"It must have been a very hot sex dream...That explains it." House a dit as he traced a hand over the vacant l’espace on his bed. He pushed himself up and reached for his pills. His eyes noticed something at the bedroom door. He turned to see Amber standing there watching him.
"So, now toi watch me have wet dreams too?" He asked as he sat up against his head board.
"Ew. I made sure to montrer up after the dirty deed took place...By the way it wasn't a sex dream." She states as she knocks her hand against the wood of a nearby dresser.
"Knock on wood." She says with a devilish smile.
"So, did me and Cuddy have sex, ou are toi just trying to drive me insane?"
Amber opens the door and points out into the hall.
"Only one way to really know for sure? I know toi can't stand not knowing. See if she's still here cooking toi breakfast."
"That would be a dream." He says with a snicker.
"Or maybe she snuck out again like that last time toi two became horizontal." She a dit with another Cheshire like grin.
"Maybe." He a dit sadly to himself.
"If she left it's not because she regrets this." Amber says as she walks to sit on the bed.
"So, now I need reassurance from a dead woman?"
"I'm a hallucination remember? I'm a part of your own mind. toi know that this mattered to her. plus importantly toi know that it mattered to you."
"It did...If it's real." He a dit rubbing his beard in thought. He looked up to find Amber had vanished once more.
