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Post by indiansfan01 on Feb 17, 2009 6:59:16 GMT -7
Wilson squeezed his eyes shut tight. When you cut off one sense they say that the others become stronger. Wilson would do anything to maximize his pleasure. He let out one, long moan as he felt Angel hit all of the right spots...thereby masking the sound of the opening door.
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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Feb 21, 2009 20:24:09 GMT -7
Relishing the idea of being taken on an examination table, Cuddy couldn't get the door of the exam room open fast enough. Although, the main reason was probably because her back was pressed against it, and she was so focused on kissing House that it took a moment for her to actually locate the handle. Finally, though, the door gave and she backed into the room, tugging at his dress jacket. However, she broke away from House when she registered the moan that didn't come from either of them.
"Um..." she faltered, almost afraid to see who they had interrupted. Though it was fairly obvious...she'd only seen one other couple leave, though it was also possible others had vacated as well. Deciding it would be better if she just got it over with, she turned around and almost wished she hadn't.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 21, 2009 21:05:19 GMT -7
House grinned into the kiss he was laying onto Cuddy's lips, he was so excited. He batted at the door, but the kiss was so heated that he was very unco-ordinated. "Oh, Lisa," he gasped for breath in between heated kisses. This was so very fun, like they were being naughty, risking themselves at getting caught.
Finally, the door gave way, and House caught Cuddy before she could stumble to the floor, leaning on his cane. His strong arm wrapped around her waist and lips moving to nibble on her neck. He heard the moan, and given that he was right next to her throat, he was accountably sure that it didn't come from her. And since it hadn't come from him, his head shot up, meeting Cuddy's gaze in a brief moment of shock, before turning horrified eyes to Wilson and Angel in a very compromising position.
"Oh, DEAR GOD!" House turned, facing out the doorway, then not wanting anyone else to bear witness to this embarrassing scene, he shut the door. Locking it for good measure. "Could've gone my whole life without... That. Awkwaaaaard," House intoned at the door, cringing inside.
Well. The mood had definitely been killed. Little Greg and his soldiers had shrunk and crawled back up inside him. "It was like walking in on my parents!" He complained for good measure.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Feb 21, 2009 21:09:44 GMT -7
Angel heard Wilson moan, spurring her to suck a little harder. When she heard two familiar voices though, both with shocked tones, she backed away from Wilson. Instinctively, she pulled up the top of her dress, remaining behind Wilson. God, this was an embarrassing situation. "Wilson, I think we should get dressed..." She muttered, blushing profusely at the fact that her boss had just walked in on her, well, having her way with Wilson's member.
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Post by indiansfan01 on Feb 22, 2009 6:44:11 GMT -7
Embarrassed didn't even begin to cover how Wilson felt. House had said it was like walking in on his parents. Well, to Wilson it felt like being caught by his parents. He could feel his face turn a beet red, and he bent down to slide back up his boxers and pants. He bent down again to pick up his shirt and quickly put that back on too.
He turned around to face Cuddy and House but remained silent. What could he say? When kids got caught they inevitably told their parents, 'It's not what it looks like.' House and Cuddy had walked in on 'exactly what it looks like.'
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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Feb 22, 2009 12:48:28 GMT -7
Cuddy dropped her head into her hands, attempting to hide the shock and embarrassment she felt. She couldn't think of anything to say that House hadn't said already. Finally, when she was certain her co-workers were decent, she lifted her head. It took her a moment to find her voice, but when she did, it was flat, emotionless.
"I suppose you're going to tell us that wasn't what it looked like?" It seemed like the right thing to say, and, with a sudden pang of terror, wished she'd never have to say it again. It had been awkward enough walking in on her younger co-workers... Shaking her head in an attempt to clear that disturbing image, she raised her hands to her temples. "Actually...no. I don't want to hear it."
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 22, 2009 13:41:08 GMT -7
House had to bite back the sharp "Cuddy!" that wanted to escape his throat when she asked her question. He only relaxed when she back-pedaled, changing her mind.
"Can we just never mention this ever again?" He complained to the door, unsure whether they were even decently covered, not even sure he even wanted to look them in the face ever again. Not without thinking about this horrifying moment... not without turning tomato red in the face... Dear God.
"You know, there is a lock on the door," House complained. "It locks the door." He added conversationally at said lock. "Prevents people from walking in on things that should never be walked in on. Oh, God I need to be very, very drunk and I need to be drunk ten minutes ago."
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Feb 22, 2009 13:45:31 GMT -7
"This was not what I had in mind.." Angel sighed, still hiding behind Wilson. "Shut up House..." She growled, rather grouchy now. "I think you know exactly what it looks like. As for locking the door, well, when you're caught up in the heat of the moment, you forget things like that." She grumbled. "You can open the door now, we're dressed."
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Post by indiansfan01 on Feb 22, 2009 16:59:13 GMT -7
Wilson still didn't know what to say but he had to say something. He couldn't agree more with House when he said that they should never mention this again. "I'm sorry that you two had to see this." There was something screwed up in the logic of having to apologize for having a good time.
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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Feb 22, 2009 19:03:22 GMT -7
Cuddy could only nod in agreement at the idea that this whole affair never be mentioned again. "I'm all for that," she affirmed out loud. She turned to Wilson as he apologized. She gave him a look that said 'Don't even go there right now' and turned back to House.
"I just want to get out of here, forget this ever happened and go on with my life. I'm sure you do too." The last bit was directed to the other three doctors, even though she was looking at House. There was no way any of this would ever leave this room. That thought went unspoken.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 22, 2009 19:39:17 GMT -7
"Oh, thank some power of your choice," House muttered, going to open the door. It held. Frowning, he turned the lock, and tried the door again. "What the... oh, hell no. No. No, this... just no." He yanked on the door latch, pulling on it.
He turned around, glad that the other two were dressed. Looking at Cuddy for a moment, he briefly glanced at Angel and Wilson before flinching away, clearing his throat. "Uh, Houston. We might have a small... problem."
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Feb 22, 2009 19:54:08 GMT -7
"I think that would be best for all of us." Angel murmured her agreements to Cuddy's comment. She moved to pick up her corset as well as the hoop skirt she had discarded. Her head shot up when she heard House mention they had a problem. "You didn't just get us stuck in here did you?" She inquired, worried about how they would get out of this now. "Great, just great." She groaned.
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