Ok guys, don't know if there is like a particular rating that all articles have to be but just in case: this has some sexual refrences (i.e. sex)
Didn't know whether this is ok to post, i mean it's not that risque but i am not sure about the fanpop rule, so if someone could please enlighten me that would be great! Hope toi like it!
She wiped the smile off of her face as she opened the door, and deadpanned:
“What are toi doing here? Could toi not tell I was making excuses not to see you?”
“Sure toi were.” He replied, seeing right through her, before planting a Kiss on her lips, coping a quick squeeze of her bum and walking past her into the living room. She smiled as she shut the door, happy that he had come, and then she hid the smile and went into the living room, to see House already sprawled out on her sofa, looking rather relaxed and pleased with himself.
“I have some calls to make, so please try to stay quiet.” She said, taking the phone off the hook to phone Wilson again.
“Hi Wilson…” Cuddy’s conversation began. House took this as an opportunity to annoy her, edging himself along the canapé towards her, placing his hand on her knee, tracing circles with his fingers. She just looked down at his hand and glared at it, loving the feeling, but knowing that he was doing it to get a reaction. So as not to give him the satisfaction, she ignored it, continuing to talk to Wilson about the fundraising event which would be held on Friday. After a few minutes of no reaction, House step it up a notch and slowly moved his hand up her inner thigh. This time, her hand slapped on haut, retour au début of his, holding it in a vice-like grip, not letting it get to ‘the promised land’ knowing that it was what he had wanted, but having to stop him from going to far. House conceded and moved his hand back to her knee, where again he began tracing circles. She was wary as to what he was up to and when he would try again, and as a result was a little distracted on the phone.
“Are toi ok Cuddy?” Wilson asked
“Yes, I’m fine, just a bit tired that’s all.” She a dit shooting House a look as he put his arm around her. What’s he up to now? She wondered and then realised as his hand (from the arm draped around her shoulder) was heading towards her breasts. She shrugged off his arm and slapped his arm:
“Ow!” He yelled, thankfully she managed to put her hand of the phone to muffle the sound before Wilson could hear it. With her hand still over the mouthpiece she replied:
“You better behave and sit still like a good little boy if toi want laid tonight.”
He chuckled in reply: “I could get toi to have sex with me right here right now if I wanted to.” He grinned.
“Oh really, prove it.” She challenged realising too late that he is House and so of course he would take her up on that offer, no matter who she happened to be on the phone with.
House went in for a kiss, planting one on her lips, feeling a little resistance to it,
“Keep talking to Wilson ou he will think you’re ignoring him.” He a dit against her cheek, brushing his stubble against her jaw as he pushed the phone up to her ear again. Cuddy felt she had no choice, she would not back down, and neither would House, so she continued to talk to Wilson, only just keeping her voice under control as House gently kissed her face, her neck. Lingering at her neck, nibbling on it slightly, s’embrasser a little harder on the bit he knew would make her easily loose control. Again she out her hand over the mouthpiece: “You a dit have sex, not makeout like a couple of teenagers.” She teased with a smile, going back to her conversation with Wilson.
It was when House began to caress her breasts, running his hands up her ribs as he undid her blouse, slowly letting her feel the cool air on her skin, before his hands trailed feu there instead, that she began to loose a little plus of her control. She didn’t want him to stop, she wanted him to continue, but she knew that if she did Wilson would get an earful, so she tried to block it all out and listen only to Wilson. This did not work when House undid her bra and began rubbing his fingers across her nipple, making it hard as flint in his hand. Suddenly she knew she would not be able to last much longer pretending everything was normally, and so a dit a hurried apology to Wilson and promised to phone him back soon. She had expected a snarky commentaire from House, but instead she was silenced par his lips on hers, s’embrasser her softly, his stubble tickling her at first, but then increasing the friction between there bodies as their s’embrasser became plus passionate, each of them wanting plus and more, the longer their bodies were pressed together. House’s hands began to wander across her body once more, to her breasts again, removing her chemisier and bra completely, while his mouth took up where his hands had left off earlier, making her moan softly as he flicked his tongue expertly across her ample bosom. After not even two minutes of this, her moans became raspier, and her hands wandered to his waist band, undoing and pulling down his trousers, bringing him closer to her as he did the same to her. He entered into her and they continued their fondling, both enjoying the feel and taste of each other, feeling like they belonged, glad to be back here once plus (even though they had been like this not 24 hours ago!)
After their tryst, House’s only remark was: “Told toi I could do it.” Before he went back to watching General Hospital, knowing that his seeming aloofness would irritate her.
Later that night after Cuddy had gotten all of her hospital business out the way and they had eaten some food, Lisa came out to play. She decided that Greg need payback for the phonecall escapade and so she brazenly pushed him against the cuisine counter, s’embrasser him passionately, running her tongue along his lip, then into his mouth, doing things with her tongue that made him moan into her mouth. Her hand moved over his back, his biceps, his abs, before reaching for his a$$ while his stayed in her hair, keeping her close to him. When she felt his erection pressing against her thigh, she broke away from him, walking back into the living room saying:
“I need to phone Mr Thomson now, won’t be too long.”
House was left standing in the cuisine with a hard-on that he knew would not go away on its own because he was extremely turned on par her deviousness, and the fact that she was sitting in the other room did not help him. He tried to think of anything and everything to get his mind off of her and her amazing body, and then the perfect thing came into his head: Wilson dressed in the tight jupe and chemisier Lisa had on just now. His erection faded as quickly as it had come when that image popped into his head.
They spent another while in front of the tv, with Lisa on the phone to Mr Thomson, as the conversation drew to a close, Greg began some light fondling, he again caressed her knee, moving his hand up to her thigh, but no further, teasing her, tracing patterns with the rough pads of his fingers on her soft skin. His other hand was around her waist, under the material of her blouse, rubbing her lower back. He could tell par her expression that it was very relaxing. She ended the call and jumped up, going to put the phone back on the hook. House followed, and as she turned around he was right there, pressed up against her, looking down at her with those amazing blue eyes. She got Lost in them and before she knew they were all over each other once more, s’embrasser and feeling, s’embrasser and feeling. She tried to undo his shirt, but her fingers were to clumsy and wouldn’t let her, he kissed her again, pulling her up to meet him and she forgot about trying to undo the buttons and instead just yanked it open, buttons spilling everywhere. She gasped as it came apart in her hands, and then her hands went to his chest, then her lips.
“Someone’s a little impatient.” He teased, loving this totally carnal side to her.
They didn’t even make it to the bed, not that time anyways.
===
The suivant morning, Greg awoke with pain in his leg, which was in itself unusual, but was especially unusual after their numerous rounds of l’amour making that night. He smiled as he watched Lisa sleep, she looked so peaceful, as well as beautiful, he couldn’t help but think that he was very glad she had bid on him at that Auction a while ago.
Lisa wakened to see House watching her and she gave him a sleepy smile as stretched, her body pressing against his as she did so.
“You really don’t want to do that unless toi want to be late for work.” He growled at her, in reply she gave him a smile and then kissed him, harder than she had intended, evoking a rather passionate response from him, resulting in him giving her a$$ a rather hard squeeze as she expertly teased his lips with her tongue.
“Right,” she said, pushing herself up off his chest and away from his mouth. “We better get going ou we’re going to be late, it’s 8.”
Lisa began to get ready, walking around her room naked, not caring that Greg was ogling her.
“Move you’re a$$ and get ready.” She said, shooting him a look after he didn’t seem to be making any movement. “You are NOT going to be late.”
“What?! I can even be late when I’m screwing my boss?!” He groaned in mock annoyance. “I wouldn’t have slept with toi if I knew I wasn’t going to get anything out of it.”
“Oh, toi get plently out of it, and toi won’t be screwing your boss anytime soon if toi don’t haul you’re a$$ out of lit now and get ready.” She commanded in almost
her ‘Administrator’ tone. House stretched and the obliged, walking out to find his clothes that had been scattered around her house. He felt her eyes on him as he walked out. “Enjoy the view while toi can, because a mean old lady a dit I had to cover up my naughty bits.” He snarked.
“You’re older than me.” She a dit with a smile while she continued to check him out.
“Is that the best toi can come up with?” Before she could reply, his voice called again: “Emm, I have a slight problem.”
“What’s that? Can’t find your figue, fig leaf?” She joked.
“No, no, I found that, I just cant button up my chemise because SOMEONE got a little bit impatient last night.” He joked, knowing her face would be overcome with that massive grin of hers without even seeing her.
“Wear this.” She a dit in reply, tossing a big black t-shirt to him.
“Do I want to know who this belonged to?” He asked, checking out the ‘twins’ who were now encased in a very sexy black lacy bra.
“Nope, just put it on. And quit checking me out.”
“I will if toi will.” He shot back after noticing the rather lustful look in her eye.
“Fair enough,” came her reply. “Just put the damn t-shirt on and make it a whole ot easier.”
“Right back at you.” Was his reply.
After what seemed like an age to Greg who had put on the remainder of his clothes plus the mysterious black t-shirt, Lisa was still not out of her room:
“What the hell is taking toi so long?” He snarked “Got to put your mask back on?”
“Yeah, but it’s a lot looser than usual, all that sex must have made it rather lubricated.” She joked back.
“Don’t do that.” Was his reply.
“What?”
“Joke about us having sex, ou I might have to come in there and spank you.”
“And we wouldn’t want that now would we?” came her reply. House gulped, and having no reply good enough, he chose not to comment.
Didn't know whether this is ok to post, i mean it's not that risque but i am not sure about the fanpop rule, so if someone could please enlighten me that would be great! Hope toi like it!
She wiped the smile off of her face as she opened the door, and deadpanned:
“What are toi doing here? Could toi not tell I was making excuses not to see you?”
“Sure toi were.” He replied, seeing right through her, before planting a Kiss on her lips, coping a quick squeeze of her bum and walking past her into the living room. She smiled as she shut the door, happy that he had come, and then she hid the smile and went into the living room, to see House already sprawled out on her sofa, looking rather relaxed and pleased with himself.
“I have some calls to make, so please try to stay quiet.” She said, taking the phone off the hook to phone Wilson again.
“Hi Wilson…” Cuddy’s conversation began. House took this as an opportunity to annoy her, edging himself along the canapé towards her, placing his hand on her knee, tracing circles with his fingers. She just looked down at his hand and glared at it, loving the feeling, but knowing that he was doing it to get a reaction. So as not to give him the satisfaction, she ignored it, continuing to talk to Wilson about the fundraising event which would be held on Friday. After a few minutes of no reaction, House step it up a notch and slowly moved his hand up her inner thigh. This time, her hand slapped on haut, retour au début of his, holding it in a vice-like grip, not letting it get to ‘the promised land’ knowing that it was what he had wanted, but having to stop him from going to far. House conceded and moved his hand back to her knee, where again he began tracing circles. She was wary as to what he was up to and when he would try again, and as a result was a little distracted on the phone.
“Are toi ok Cuddy?” Wilson asked
“Yes, I’m fine, just a bit tired that’s all.” She a dit shooting House a look as he put his arm around her. What’s he up to now? She wondered and then realised as his hand (from the arm draped around her shoulder) was heading towards her breasts. She shrugged off his arm and slapped his arm:
“Ow!” He yelled, thankfully she managed to put her hand of the phone to muffle the sound before Wilson could hear it. With her hand still over the mouthpiece she replied:
“You better behave and sit still like a good little boy if toi want laid tonight.”
He chuckled in reply: “I could get toi to have sex with me right here right now if I wanted to.” He grinned.
“Oh really, prove it.” She challenged realising too late that he is House and so of course he would take her up on that offer, no matter who she happened to be on the phone with.
House went in for a kiss, planting one on her lips, feeling a little resistance to it,
“Keep talking to Wilson ou he will think you’re ignoring him.” He a dit against her cheek, brushing his stubble against her jaw as he pushed the phone up to her ear again. Cuddy felt she had no choice, she would not back down, and neither would House, so she continued to talk to Wilson, only just keeping her voice under control as House gently kissed her face, her neck. Lingering at her neck, nibbling on it slightly, s’embrasser a little harder on the bit he knew would make her easily loose control. Again she out her hand over the mouthpiece: “You a dit have sex, not makeout like a couple of teenagers.” She teased with a smile, going back to her conversation with Wilson.
It was when House began to caress her breasts, running his hands up her ribs as he undid her blouse, slowly letting her feel the cool air on her skin, before his hands trailed feu there instead, that she began to loose a little plus of her control. She didn’t want him to stop, she wanted him to continue, but she knew that if she did Wilson would get an earful, so she tried to block it all out and listen only to Wilson. This did not work when House undid her bra and began rubbing his fingers across her nipple, making it hard as flint in his hand. Suddenly she knew she would not be able to last much longer pretending everything was normally, and so a dit a hurried apology to Wilson and promised to phone him back soon. She had expected a snarky commentaire from House, but instead she was silenced par his lips on hers, s’embrasser her softly, his stubble tickling her at first, but then increasing the friction between there bodies as their s’embrasser became plus passionate, each of them wanting plus and more, the longer their bodies were pressed together. House’s hands began to wander across her body once more, to her breasts again, removing her chemisier and bra completely, while his mouth took up where his hands had left off earlier, making her moan softly as he flicked his tongue expertly across her ample bosom. After not even two minutes of this, her moans became raspier, and her hands wandered to his waist band, undoing and pulling down his trousers, bringing him closer to her as he did the same to her. He entered into her and they continued their fondling, both enjoying the feel and taste of each other, feeling like they belonged, glad to be back here once plus (even though they had been like this not 24 hours ago!)
After their tryst, House’s only remark was: “Told toi I could do it.” Before he went back to watching General Hospital, knowing that his seeming aloofness would irritate her.
Later that night after Cuddy had gotten all of her hospital business out the way and they had eaten some food, Lisa came out to play. She decided that Greg need payback for the phonecall escapade and so she brazenly pushed him against the cuisine counter, s’embrasser him passionately, running her tongue along his lip, then into his mouth, doing things with her tongue that made him moan into her mouth. Her hand moved over his back, his biceps, his abs, before reaching for his a$$ while his stayed in her hair, keeping her close to him. When she felt his erection pressing against her thigh, she broke away from him, walking back into the living room saying:
“I need to phone Mr Thomson now, won’t be too long.”
House was left standing in the cuisine with a hard-on that he knew would not go away on its own because he was extremely turned on par her deviousness, and the fact that she was sitting in the other room did not help him. He tried to think of anything and everything to get his mind off of her and her amazing body, and then the perfect thing came into his head: Wilson dressed in the tight jupe and chemisier Lisa had on just now. His erection faded as quickly as it had come when that image popped into his head.
They spent another while in front of the tv, with Lisa on the phone to Mr Thomson, as the conversation drew to a close, Greg began some light fondling, he again caressed her knee, moving his hand up to her thigh, but no further, teasing her, tracing patterns with the rough pads of his fingers on her soft skin. His other hand was around her waist, under the material of her blouse, rubbing her lower back. He could tell par her expression that it was very relaxing. She ended the call and jumped up, going to put the phone back on the hook. House followed, and as she turned around he was right there, pressed up against her, looking down at her with those amazing blue eyes. She got Lost in them and before she knew they were all over each other once more, s’embrasser and feeling, s’embrasser and feeling. She tried to undo his shirt, but her fingers were to clumsy and wouldn’t let her, he kissed her again, pulling her up to meet him and she forgot about trying to undo the buttons and instead just yanked it open, buttons spilling everywhere. She gasped as it came apart in her hands, and then her hands went to his chest, then her lips.
“Someone’s a little impatient.” He teased, loving this totally carnal side to her.
They didn’t even make it to the bed, not that time anyways.
===
The suivant morning, Greg awoke with pain in his leg, which was in itself unusual, but was especially unusual after their numerous rounds of l’amour making that night. He smiled as he watched Lisa sleep, she looked so peaceful, as well as beautiful, he couldn’t help but think that he was very glad she had bid on him at that Auction a while ago.
Lisa wakened to see House watching her and she gave him a sleepy smile as stretched, her body pressing against his as she did so.
“You really don’t want to do that unless toi want to be late for work.” He growled at her, in reply she gave him a smile and then kissed him, harder than she had intended, evoking a rather passionate response from him, resulting in him giving her a$$ a rather hard squeeze as she expertly teased his lips with her tongue.
“Right,” she said, pushing herself up off his chest and away from his mouth. “We better get going ou we’re going to be late, it’s 8.”
Lisa began to get ready, walking around her room naked, not caring that Greg was ogling her.
“Move you’re a$$ and get ready.” She said, shooting him a look after he didn’t seem to be making any movement. “You are NOT going to be late.”
“What?! I can even be late when I’m screwing my boss?!” He groaned in mock annoyance. “I wouldn’t have slept with toi if I knew I wasn’t going to get anything out of it.”
“Oh, toi get plently out of it, and toi won’t be screwing your boss anytime soon if toi don’t haul you’re a$$ out of lit now and get ready.” She commanded in almost
her ‘Administrator’ tone. House stretched and the obliged, walking out to find his clothes that had been scattered around her house. He felt her eyes on him as he walked out. “Enjoy the view while toi can, because a mean old lady a dit I had to cover up my naughty bits.” He snarked.
“You’re older than me.” She a dit with a smile while she continued to check him out.
“Is that the best toi can come up with?” Before she could reply, his voice called again: “Emm, I have a slight problem.”
“What’s that? Can’t find your figue, fig leaf?” She joked.
“No, no, I found that, I just cant button up my chemise because SOMEONE got a little bit impatient last night.” He joked, knowing her face would be overcome with that massive grin of hers without even seeing her.
“Wear this.” She a dit in reply, tossing a big black t-shirt to him.
“Do I want to know who this belonged to?” He asked, checking out the ‘twins’ who were now encased in a very sexy black lacy bra.
“Nope, just put it on. And quit checking me out.”
“I will if toi will.” He shot back after noticing the rather lustful look in her eye.
“Fair enough,” came her reply. “Just put the damn t-shirt on and make it a whole ot easier.”
“Right back at you.” Was his reply.
After what seemed like an age to Greg who had put on the remainder of his clothes plus the mysterious black t-shirt, Lisa was still not out of her room:
“What the hell is taking toi so long?” He snarked “Got to put your mask back on?”
“Yeah, but it’s a lot looser than usual, all that sex must have made it rather lubricated.” She joked back.
“Don’t do that.” Was his reply.
“What?”
“Joke about us having sex, ou I might have to come in there and spank you.”
“And we wouldn’t want that now would we?” came her reply. House gulped, and having no reply good enough, he chose not to comment.