Dining in Style (Cuddy)

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

It seemed they just couldn't keep their eyes off each other. Returning his look, she couldn't help feeling greatly aroused. She'd be pretty hard pressed to not think dirty thoughts as they ate. Trying to stifle the sudden heat she felt envelope her, she took up her water glass and swallowed a few sips. Of course, she made the swallowing part as suggestive as she could.

"So..." she said after Terry had left, trying to make conversation. "What else is on the agenda for the evening?" Knowing full well what he had planned, she couldn't stop the sexy smirk from crossing her lips as she spoke.

[Dr. Gregory House]

"Oh, the usual," House nodded, before taking a bite of his steak. Oh, it was heavenly, practically melting onto his tongue. He really needed to break his bank coming here more often. He'd get more meat on his bones, but it would be so worth it.

He lowered his voice, leaning forward conspiratorially, "I've heard that sex is really good after dinner. Though we might want to wait twenty minutes so we don't pull a muscle." He fluttered his eyelashes coquettishly, though a wicked smirk ruined the effect.

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

An eyebrow quirked at that, twirling a bit of pasta on her fork. "The usual, huh?" she asked, lifting the pasta to her lips and allowing the greater part of one noodle free, sucking it in suggestively. "Can't we..mix it up a little?" Cutting away a portion of the chicken breast, she met his gaze briefly before eating it, chewing slowly.

"I thought you wanted to try something involving honey glaze?" Cuddy reminded him, also leaning forward. She shifted her eyes back and forth, checking that the other diners were still focused on their own meals. Satisfied that she wouldn't be overheard, she tilted her lips and licked them slowly before speaking. "Ah, yes. But what kind of sex? The hot kind, on a couch, with cheesy porno music in the background?" she whispered, leaning back slightly. Although, the couch would be kind of cramped, being a couch and all. She knew she'd gotten to him though, with that idea. She'd let him mull it over.

[Dr. Gregory House]

The woman had to know what she was doing to him, sucking that noodle up. Made him think of other things that could be sucked on. "Mix it up? Why, Lisa, I'm strange, but I'm not that strange, but ooo, honey glaze sounds very naughty," House reconsidered.

Sex on his couch could be fun, the cheesy porno was his usual, but he didn't know that thought turned Cuddy on. He had to confess, it was turning him on too. What the heck? He wouldn't be young forever.

"You're on," House smirked, before raising his hand, "check, please!"

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

Cuddy gave a mock shrug, giving House a 'what-can-you-do' smirk. "What can I say...I'm a naughty girl," she answered back. She wasn't surprised when he called for the check. They were both probably too turned on to eat anything else. "I should be tortured," she added, pretending to think that would be a suitable 'punishment'.

Terry came by with the bill, and left, saying he'd come back for it. Cuddy didn't care, though. She couldn't find it in herself to care about anything except House in that moment...and the things he would no doubt think of to do to her. Of course, now she found herself thinking up insanely erotic things to do to him in return.

[Dr. Gregory House]

"I'm glad we see eye to eye on that subject," House agreed, taking the bill. He looked at it, pulling out his wallet. "And yes," he added, "you need to be punished for being a naughty, naughty girl." House put his credit card on the bill, waiting for their waiter to return.

When Terry came back, House stood and slipped Terry a twenty, requesting a container of that honey glaze in a doggie bag and be mum about it. Terry, to his credit, kept a straight face, "of course, sir. Thank you, sir."

"Good man," House clapped him on the shoulder, before smirking at Cuddy. He signed the receipt Terry brought back with the doggie bag and pocketed his card.

"Shall we be off?" House asked, "or do you need to use the powder room?"

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

Quickly, Cuddy finished off her water, desperate now to stifle the rising heat. She almost choked when House requested the honey glaze. Strangely enough, in that moment, all her mind could come up with was the lyrics to that one Def Leppard song she could never remember the name of. She waited until Terry had left them alone before speaking again.

"No...I think we should go. Now. Before we cause an incident." The look she sent him then, lashes lowered seductively, coy smile on her lips, implied that 'causing an incident' meant 'jumping you right here and now'.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House arched his eyebrows. "I'm down with that," he said, smirking. He made his way to the coat check, handing his ticket to the attendant and receiving his jacket back.

"After all," he added, pushing the door open. He leaned against it, holding it open for Cuddy since his hands were full of the doggie bag and his cane. He stood there shooting Cuddy a coy look, "we already did the voyeuristic bit in my conference room. Fulfill a fantasy of yours?"

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

Picking up her own coat as well, she draped it over her shoulders and walked out, glancing back at him.

"Yes, actually," she answered back honestly. "Haven't you ever wondered why your office is the only one with glass walls?" She winked at him before strolling back to the car, swishing her hips. Her lips twitched slightly as her imagination ran wild. If he wasn't already thinking of their college days, the things she was going to do to him would be the throwback of the century.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House paused as he processed that, but shrugged. Cuddy really was that devious. He had been telling people that for years, but no one ever believed him. It was how she could handle him and his idiosyncrasies. She was just as warped as he was.

The door swung shut behind him as he hastened to catch up to Cuddy. Thanks to his blue and white placard, their parking space was not far. "My hands are full," he said to Cuddy, smirking, "you're going to have to dig into my pockets for your keys." Oh, how he was going to enjoy this. Not too much though, since parking lot sex might be all fun and well, but not in January freezing cold weather fit to numb his nuts. He had no plans to become a falsetto.

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

That made her stop. She hadn't even time to think before she was turning around, walking back to him. She was going to enjoy this, more than words could ever hope to describe. "Is that so?" she asked, stepping ever closer. As soon as she was pressed up against him, she made her move.

Slipping one hand into each of his pockets, she leaned up, kissing him. Her lips moved on his as her fingers dug through his pockets, searching, feeling. Finally, she caught her keyring, tracing the crease of his lips with her tongue, a promise of what was to come. Cuddy pulled back, sexy smirk still firmly in place, drawing her car keys up.

Sauntering past him, she unlocked her door, engaging the auto-unlock, and slid in. Reaching across, she opened the passenger side door for House. After fastening herself in, she took down the handicapped placard and handed it back to him. "We're both going to be too tired to go to work tomorrow, aren't we?" Honestly, she wouldn't be surprised, given what she had in store for House once they got back to his apartment.

[Dr. Gregory House]

The look in Cuddy's eyes as she stalked up to him, made him think of that song... "Hungry like the Wolf." Duran Duran had the keys to his soul. Both of her hands slipped down his trouser pockets. Her touch was electrifying, sending signals straight to his brain.

Then her mouth was on his, and he was kissing her back, even as he squirmed under her roaming hands. Helpless 'cause his hands were full, but he dueled as best as he could with his tongue, examining Cuddy's mouth right back. She left him panting as she strutted around the car, the keys in hand.

"Hot damn, Cuddy," he murmured before making his way to the car. Managing to grip his cane and the door, he got in. Relieved to be sitting again. Laying the cane against the seat, he shut the door, strapped his seat belt on, and shot Cuddy a heated look to match hers.

"Too tired? You betcha. But tomorrow's only Wednesday. Nothing interesting ever happens on a Wednesday."

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

She chuckled, starting the car. As the radio came back to life, a devilish grin settled on Cuddy's lips, and she turned to House.

I wanna know what love is
I want you to show me
I wanna feel what love is
I know you can show me

"Wasn't this song just making it onto the charts the first time we got together?" she asked, shifting into reverse and speed-backing out of the stall. Quickly shifting to drive, she pulled out of the parking lot, well on the way to her final destination for the night.

I'm gonna take a little time
A little time to look around me
Ive got nowhere left to hide
Looks like love has finally found me

As the memories flowed back, she glanced once at the radio, then back to the road. "How ironic...the song that made it big when we first got together plays after we get back together..." Cuddy smirked and shook her head. Life was funny that way. Perhaps it was a sign?

In my life there's been heartache and pain
I don't know if I can face it again
Cant stop now
Ive traveled so far to change this lonely life