Draft Dodger (Cuddy - Mature)

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

She smirked again. Did he honestly think she didn't know that? Shaking her head slightly, the large curls of her dark hair bouncing around her shoulders.

"I know that, Greg. All I'm saying is that it's very hard for me to believe that you could be anything but straight." She was positive that none of the prostitutes he'd hired over the years had been men. It just wasn't possible. All thoughts of the Kinsey scale left her head as they were kissing again. She moaned into his mouth as she felt his hands on her thighs. Then it was over, and he'd figured it out.

"I didn't think you'd talk to me again if I told you I was having problems." It was true. She'd missed talking with him over the past week, missed seeing him, missed everything about him. Suddenly, she felt his fingers against her skin, felt herself being moved. She pushed herself up onto the table, starting to work at the buttons on his shirt.

This was a long time in coming. The raw emotion between them was almost visible in the air. And she suddenly knew that she had to tell him, before they did anything else, she had to tell him the truth. And as she spoke the words, a huge weight was lifted from her shoulders and she could breathe more easily as her panties were removed. Glancing up, she met his eyes and gave the small smile she reserved for him.

"I love you."

[Dr. Gregory House]

House paused in the act of rolling down her panties. He forced himself to finish pulling down the black silk. Did she have to get these dry cleaned? Focus, Greg.

Her admission of love gave him pause. Did it bother him? Not particularly, as he had suspected he had gotten under Cuddy's skin a long time ago. No one could be in such close quarters with House without forming a strong feeling for him. In most cases it was utter dislike to downright loathing. Hatred was the great wall of China. Sentries everywhere. Didn't he once make that point? Love on the other hand... he never purposely went out to make anyone love him. He wasn't sure he could ever say the words back.

Love. It terrified him. He could admit that to himself, in the privacy of his own mind. But what to say back to Cuddy? He could never admit that to her. He could never let himself be hurt like that again. It was partly why he had let Stacy go after chasing her for so long. Love was incomprehensible. It was driven by chemical reactions. It ran the gauntlet of self delusion, flattery, denial.

"Say that one more time," House replied. "It'll cancel out the second 'I hate you' that you said to me last week. All will be forgiven."

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

Cuddy raised one hand back to House's face. She leaned forward, placing her forehead against his, their eyes locking. Running the pad of her thumb over his cheekbone, she smiled a true smile. "I love you, Greg." Leaning in just a bit more, she brushed her lips across his. "I want you." Moving down to his throat, she ghosted kisses up and down his neck. "Need you..." Drawing her hand back down, she finished with the shirt, turning her fingertips now to the waistband of his jeans.

"Tell me you want me.....let me know that you need me like I need you," she whispered, bringing her lips up to his ear. "Even if you have to lie....tell me that I mean something to you...." Cuddy licked the shell of his ear before nipping the lobe. "Lie to me, Greg." Pulling away from whispering into his ear, she kissed him, her tongue again seeking entrance to his mouth.

[Dr. Gregory House]

"Don't have to lie," House replied, "not about this. I want you too." He coaxed his nearly useless leg to cooperate with him as he stood, leaning over Cuddy. She was beautiful as she leaned toward him, telling him what she wanted. He was intimately aware of her fingers resting at the edges of his jeans, so close to his skin.

"Always wanted you," House groaned, kissing her again. "Tried to deny it, but I always come back to you. Can't get you out from under my skin." He moved forward, almost stopped by the edge of the table, positioning himself between Cuddy's legs. His hands ran up Cuddy's thighs, the skin soft and a creamy white colour. The skirt was rucked up, barely showing a hint of Cuddy's dark curls between her legs.

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

Cuddy sighed contentedly as he answered her pleas. Moving her hands back up his chest, she pushed the shirt over his shoulders, running her fingertips lightly across the back of his neck and into his hair. She gave herself over to the kiss, drowning in the feel of his lips on hers, his hands on her thighs, the scent of his cologne.

"Then touch me..." she whispered against his lips. She moved her hands again, down his chest, past the waist of his jeans, to the zipper. Forcing her tongue into his mouth, she pulled the zipper down slowly, leaning into him. "Get under my skin," she challenged. "Make me shiver....make me tremble under you...." Once she'd finished with the zip, she expertly undid the button, plunging one hand into his pants to feel him, hold him in her hand.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House shivered as the air from her words traveled over his lips, making them tingle. His skin twitched under Cuddy's trailing touch, his cock jerked as she slowly pulled the zipper down, driving him crazy. When she finally took him in hand, he was hard and aching. He bridged the minor gap between their lips and plundered her with his tongue. He shifted his weight, not quite bucking into her hand, but he wanted more.

He moved, kissing her passionately, wanting her to guide him into her. Her hand was warm around his erection, so soft, yet holding him firmly, giving him something to thrust into. His pulse was beginning to throb rapidly in time with the throbbing in his hard penis and the heat was starting to billow out from deep in his gut. It was toe curling to have Cuddy's hand gripping him, exciting and intimate.

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

Pulling her lips away from his was difficult, but there was so much more she wanted, needed to do to him. Humming softly, Cuddy brushed her lips down his neck, searching. Finding his pulse point, she latched on, biting gently, then soothing the mark with her tongue. As she did so, delighting in the throb of the vein beneath her lips, she gave a hard squeeze to his member. Sure that her mark on his neck would be visible for at least another month, she pressed her lips once more against his, squeezing his cock again.

This was fun, but not nearly satisfying enough. She pushed against him with her free hand, standing up and leaning into him. She considered letting him in on the brilliant thought that had just occurred to her, but ultimately decided against it. Removing her hand from his pants, Cuddy wrapped both arms around his neck and turned them.

"Sit," she commanded, her voice rough from lack of use. Figuring she could at least give him a hint, she knelt before him, pulling his jeans and boxers down as she did so. The sight she had uncovered was beautiful. By now, she was sure her intentions did not need to be explained. Taking him again in hand, she gazed up at him, a fiery stare. Her tongue flicked out to tease the head of his cock, brushing over the slit. She raised her eyes to him, her lids dropped halfway, to make sure he was watching. "You want this?" she asked, licking him again, keeping her eyes on his.

[Dr. Gregory House]

Moaning as Cuddy licked and bit his neck, the feel of her teeth sending shivers of delight up his spine. He was curious when Cuddy took charge, turning them around. House sat as ordered by Cuddy, glad to be easing the strain on his leg. His mouth went dry as he understood the implications of Cuddy pulling his trousers and boxers down, resting on her knees. Looking up at him from down there, her eyes full of fire. Her tongue licked the tip of his cock, making his member throb and pulse even more harder.

His mouth went dry, but he wanted this. "Yes, God yes, Cuddy, don't stop." Her eyes were locked on his, trapping him in her gaze. She was powerfully in control and damn if he wasn't turned on by that. Damn him if he wasn't turned on at all. He was in heaven, with Cuddy's hand on him and her lips so breathtakingly close.

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

Lowering her eyelids so that her eyes were fully closed, she gave a devilish smirk and rolled her tongue around the head before swallowing him whole. God, did it feel good. It had been years since Cuddy had given any man head, but she was fairly certain that she wasn't out of practice. As she took him into her mouth, she reached up with her free hand to grasp his sac, kneading it gently.

Smiling around his shaft, she opened her eyes and glanced up at him through her lashes. She pulled back a bit, dragging her tongue along the underside, before moving forward again. She did it a few times before trying something she couldn't remember if he liked or not. She hummed, her throat vibrating around House's prick. She kept her eyes on him, gauging his reaction to her humming. Lisa bobbed her head back and forth a few times, never once taking her eyes off of him. It was such a turn on, watching him watch her.

Suddenly, the idea that someone could walk in struck her. Just the very thought that someone, anyone, could walk in on them at any time made her damp. She moaned around him, feeling herself get wetter at the idea of one of his fellows walking in on them. It wasn't likely, she knew, but it still wasn't into the realm of impossible. A moment later, she couldn't wait any longer. Cuddy pulled away from his penis, standing up and positioning herself in front of him. She wanted something. Needed it like she needed him. Cuddy wanted him to prep her. Wanted to feel his fingers in her. It wasn't an unreasonable request, she thought.

Taking one of his hands, she brought his fingers to her lips, sucking them into her mouth. Coating them with her saliva; it would have to do, since she was sure he didn't keep lube in his office. Pulling his fingers from her mouth, she let go of his hand and tugged her skirt down, letting it pool on the floor around her ankles. Setting her hands on his shoulders, she licked her lips. "I want to do this right...." she mumbled. "I want to feel good....I want you to prepare me." She leaned in as she spoke, muttering into his ear. Ghosting a kiss across his lips, she brought one knee up and rested it on the table, giving House perfect access.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House closed his eyes as Cuddy took him into her mouth. God, she had always given great head. When she started humming, his eyes opened to stare at her in shock. God, he loved it when she did that. It turned him on so deeply, making his cock vibrate and tingle with indescribable sensation. He watched her move on his engorged erection, watching him like the whole thing was turning her on.

She drew away, eliciting a small cry of protest from his lips, but when she pulled his hand to her mouth and suckled his fingers-- God. He knew what intimacies she wanted from him. How he wanted to feel her, hoping that she was wet for him. She brought a knee up, drawing closer to him. She was so f*cking hot.

He gently drew a wet finger through the groomed, yet coarse hairs of her pussy, searching the folds of her labia to find the knot of treasure that held her feminine mystique. The clitoris. The nub of highly sensitive flesh that was the nexus of female sexuality. Rubbing this... wonderful part of her body would send electric signals straight to the pleasure centers of her brain, and her brain would send an message back, saying yes. More. f*ck more. Then she would get wet, prepare herself for sex, for joining, for... more.

House wanted this so badly, oh yes. He gently rubbed the clitoris, using the blunts of his nails to provide a different sensation and stimulate the bundle of sexual nerves. His fingers slid up further into the canal, feeling the dark, warm, impossible heat of her tightness. God, he wanted to be inside her so bad, he could barely control his ragged breathing.

"Yeah, Cuddy, feel good, feel so good," House encouraged, loving this touching her. Loving the excitement of doing this in a semi-public place, that anyone could walk in.

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

Closing her eyes, Lisa let her head fall back as she felt his fingers on her clit. Moaning in pure ecstasy, she moved against him, wanting, needing more contact. She rotated her hips on his fingers, loving the intimacy of the act, loving the way it made her feel; how it had always made her feel. Cuddy combed one hand through House's hair, pressing her fingertips against his scalp, kissing him hard as she rode his fingers. A soft groan passed her lips as her brain was firing random electrical charges throughout her entire being. Without breaking away, she moved her leg up further so he could hit her G-spot.

Pulling away from his lips, she moaned into his neck. God...it was better than she remembered. "Do you remember it being this good?" she asked, her breathing shallow and uneven. Cuddy rocked herself back and forth on his fingers, closing her eyes tightly, her forehead against his shoulder. Though her next words were so completely unlike her, she felt so justified in saying them. "Oh, f*ck, Greg....I feel so f*cking good...so good....." Raising her head, she kissed him again, passion flowing from her as she ran her tongue along the crease of his lips, demanding to be let in.

[Dr. Gregory House]

As Cuddy rode his fingers, House delighted in her talk. She used to be such a dirty talker years ago, once. Then life had happened and they sort of grew out of casual profanity. Their professional lives demanded it. To hear Cuddy tell him exactly what he was making her feel was so hot. It was so blunt, so reminiscent of their storied past of excess, that House just had to grin into Cuddy's hair. It was like being young again. Whole.

She was kissing him, and he kissed her back, hungrily, wanting more. He wondered if he could make her come on just his fingers alone. That would be so hot. Then he'd flip her over and drive himself into her, make her hot and wanton for him again. She would be left on the edge for what would seem like hours, and he would deny her ecstasy, pulling back until the banks of her fire cooled. He would repeat, driving her to the edge again. It would be sweet torture for them both, but all the better for its longevity in their memories.

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

Her hair was damp with sweat and sticking to her face, and her vee neck clung like a second skin. Driving her tongue into House's mouth, pulling his into hers, Cuddy rocked and pivoted and did whatever else she could think of, letting her slick juices coat his hand. Moving to hit her g-spot every time she rocked, she moaned into House's mouth, telling him how much pleasure he was giving her. They'd never gone this long with just finger-banging...at least not in her memory. Unsure how much longer she could hold on, she broke away, rolling her head back, her eyes closed against wave after wave of sweet heaven as his fingers f*cked her.

"Oh...God....." she groaned, arching her back. "Oh, Greg...This is...wonderful..." Cuddy moaned, feeling her orgasm mounting. Burying her face in his neck, she again found his pulse and sucked at it. "f*ck....Greg...." Her voice was a whisper against his skin as she came, muffled by her lips on the pounding vein in his throat. "That was amazing...." She raised her heavily veiled eyes to meet his. "Incredible..." So caught up in her own ecstasy, Lisa temporarily forgot that her lover had not found release. When she did realize it, she figured they'd have to fix that.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House felt her come on his fingers, felt her tremble under his hands. That was such a turn on, watching her arch her back, thrusting her breasts toward his face. Her face upturned to the ceiling, receiving benediction from the godless sequence of their lovemaking. Her ecstasy pumping endorphins, making her skin glow with the exertion of sex. She was beautiful, and she was on his hand. She collapsed forward suddenly, sucking at his pulse point like a sexual vampire.

"Yes," House agreed, looking at Cuddy's eyes, "incredible." She really was. Lisa was an amazing woman who didn't nearly get enough credit. He flipped her back over so that she was resting on the table. His aching cock desperately wanted to be inside her. He guided the tip of his cock to her opening and slowly, tortuously wiggled in, sure to rub against her clitoris.

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

She'd just started trying to control her breathing when she was laid against the table. The coolness of the glass top against her heated skin, even through her sweat-soaked shirt, made her hiss in indescribable pleasure. As he entered her, she moaned, arching up, away from the coldness of the glass beneath her, into his body heat. Cuddy's chest felt tight. She needed her shirt off, needed to be free. A small shriek escaped her as House's cock moved against her clit. Oh, God.... Leaning up, she struggled to remove the tight vee neck. Bracing herself, she wrapped her legs around House's waist, trying to make him go faster as she peeled off the offending garment. Thankfully, it was the last piece of clothing that stood between them, as Cuddy had neglected to wear a bra due to the tightness of the shirt.

Her breasts bounced slightly as they were freed from the confines of red cotton-polyester blend. She tossed the shirt away, smirking as it landed on the whiteboard. "You used to go a lot faster, you know?" she observed, tightening her legs around him and trailing her fingers teasingly across the back of his neck. Her comment was in no way designed to remind her lover of how old they were; it was merely to tell him that she needed to have him in her now.