Cuddy as patient

Chapter 15: sometimes I think I’m evil, but I hope you’ll forgive me. Enjoy this new chapter, and sorry if it’s short, suivant one is almost over.


The room is dark, there is no noise, only her breath drills the silence. MacEnzie feels weird, a little dizzy. Suddenly, she moves in the bed, he roots to the spot, but phew! It was a false alarm, she still sleeps. She’s so beautiful, simply breathtaking, he thinks and nears her very slowly, he doesn’t want her to wake up. His blood runs faster in his body, his cœur, coeur beats faster in his chest. He sits down in the lit suivant to her and remains...

A story focusing on the soon to be Huddy sex for "Under My Skin". Basically, what's going down in his bedroom. *Wink* *Wink*.

Warning: If toi do not like smut, then don't read this.


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"I always want to Kiss you." Kept ringing through her head, as her back was pressed against his solid white closet door. She breathed heavily, lingering away from his face, a few inches, as their lips had stopped battling. His pale blue eyes, stared into her's, with mischief, at every inch. At that moment, she felt the rough palm of his right hand, sprawled across her right...

NOTE: This fanfic is rated M due to violence and mildly graphic rape. Sorry under 15's.


The familiar crashing of my office doors once again startled me. There stood the man that I hated, yet somehow loved. My cœur, coeur lept hysterically. My face burnt red from anger. I looked up to see a man holding a gun to his head.
It all happened so fast from there.
The gunman punched and then ordered Gregory House to shut and lock my door as well as closing all the blinds to my office. I was confused as to why the gunman had chosen my office.
He spoke, ou should I say, he yelled, "Are toi Doctor Lisa Cuddy!?"
I...

salut guys, thanks for all your commentaires and stuff!!! :P Here's the last part to the mini series... :) ENJOY!!!

I returned to work after a week of accueil recovery, as did House. BUt his week off was spent at my house looking after me. I didn't want to use my office, for fear of the memories that would bubble up, so I asked Wilson if I could use his, he a dit no because he had mountains of work, I asked House, who, unlike Wilson, had a dit yes!
Over 4 weeks House and my relationship escalated. He had offered to take me out as soon as my casts had come of.
'SHIT! THAT'S TONIGHT!' I thought to myself.
I...

I woke up a week later in my own bed. I must've been in a coma, but I don't know how. I looked at my left arm and it had, indeed, been broken. On further inspection of my body I found bruises to my arms, waist, breasts and whilst I had been unconcious, my leg must've also been broken.
I saw a wheelchair suivant to my lit and wondered what it was there for and then it hit me: One arm and One leg.
As I tried getting myself into the wheelchair, I heard the farmiliar footstep down my hallway. It was the limp that belonged to House.
I looked at him as tears flooded my eyes, I outstretched my arm for comfort...