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Post by indiansfan01 on Jan 25, 2009 10:48:12 GMT -7
Wilson had to break the speed limit to get to Angel's apartment, grab her black corset, and get to House's apartment in the fifteen minute timeframe he gave Cuddy. He hoped no neighbors came out...a middle-aged man standing outside an apartment door holding a black corset in his hand...that wouldn't look suspicious at all.
He glanced up and down the hallway nervoulsy, knowing that House could come back at any second and ruin the whole thing. He let a couple of minutes pass before he felt he couldn't risk standing out in the hall any longer. He fished the copy of House's apartment key he had received when he had been living with House for that brief time after his latest divorce.
Once inside the apartment, Wilson immediately went to the bathroom and set Angel's clothes down by the sink. He then went and sat down on the couch and glanced at his watch. Please get here soon, Cuddy.
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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Jan 25, 2009 11:16:15 GMT -7
Every time Cuddy thought she wasn't going to make it in time, she'd push the gas just a little more until she pulled to a halt outside her house. Glancing quickly at the LED clock in her dashboard, she memorized the time just before she turned off the car. She scrambled out of the car and up her front walk, key in hand.
As quickly as she could, she unlocked the front door and dropped her purse by the door as she moved to the bedroom. Figuring it would be easier to change once she got to House's apartment, she threw her red lace panty set into a small bag. She was about to leave when she decided at the very last second that there was one more thing that would make this real. The black silk bathrobe she kept for very special dates...not that she'd had one since she'd bought the damn thing. Throwing that into her bag too, she ran out of the house and back to the car.
Three minutes, that had taken. Leaving.....four to get to the apartment. "Damn it!" she muttered, screeching out of her parking spot and pushing the gas as far as she dared. A few minutes later, just about a minute over her time, she spotted Wilson's car. Figuring that if she parked in plain sight, the plan would fail, she drove around the corner and pulled to a stop on the far side of the complex. Moving quickly, she made it inside. Figuring the door was probably unlocked, she turned the handle quickly.
"I'm here," Cuddy breathed, closing the door quickly behind her.
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Post by indiansfan01 on Jan 25, 2009 11:29:22 GMT -7
Wilson jumped up from the couch as soon as he heard the door open. He let out a long sigh of relief when he saw it was Cuddy. "We don't have much time," he said to her, knowing that intuitively. I put Angel's clothes in the bathroom already. You just wait in the bathroom for her. I have to move my car up the street so he doesn't see it." Wilson should've thought of doing that before. "I'll wait for you outside. Good luck." He gave Cuddy a quick kiss on the cheek and left House's apartment.
He used the stairs to get back outside. Getting into his car, he drove down a couple of blocks away. Parking his car by the curb, he turned it off and crossed his fingers, hoping that things were going to go as planned.
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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Jan 25, 2009 11:47:13 GMT -7
Cuddy closed her eyes, about to apologize for scaring Wilson, but didn't get the chance. "Yeah..." she replied, nodding. As he left, she smiled slightly, sure that everything would be fine. Glancing around quickly, noting anything that may come in handy during their little stage show, she walked down the hall to the bathroom.
Setting the bag down, she stepped to where she was sure she wouldn't be visible to anyone staring straight down the hallway. Cuddy changed as quickly as she could, having no idea of when House and Angel would walk in. She had just finished tying the sash on her bathrobe when an odd sound came from the entryway. She froze, suddenly unsure. "God....I need a drink...." she thought, her resolve slowly slipping away as she stood, scantily clad, in House's bathroom.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Jan 25, 2009 11:49:11 GMT -7
House stumbled up the steps to the place he leased. He dug into his pocket, locating his house key. He fitted the key in the lock and turned it, rattling it slightly. The one good thing about his borderline alcoholism was that he had practice controlling his movements when near-blotto. The door swung open, and House stepped inside.
"Welcome to my humble abode. The guided tour states this is the living room. Piano, tv, bookshelves. All boring. Kitchen is through here, bathroom is there, and my bedroom is this way." House shucked his jacket and tossed it on the couch. "May I take your coat?" He asked Angel, holding out an unsteady hand.
"Also, may I offer you a drink?" House asked, looking toward the kitchen.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Jan 25, 2009 11:51:06 GMT -7
Angel followed him from the bar to his apartment, glad that the cold air was clearing her head. She was now beginning to wonder whether this plan would actually work, but she was still somewhat tipsy, so she'd try anything once. "Thank you..." She said, giving him her coat as she looked around. It wasn't much, but it seemed rather homey. When he mentioned the bedroom, she smirked. "No need for a drink, but thank you for offering."
"I'd prefer a guided tour of the bedroom." She smirked, moving towards the bedroom. She hoped Cuddy and Wilson were here, waiting for her, otherwise things could get rather odd. "Why don't I go freshen up first..." She purred, moving towards the bathroom. Slipping in, she looked over to see Cuddy there. "Oh thank goodness you're here. Here," She said, offering Cuddy the little bottle of vodka. "I thought you could use some liquid courage"
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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Jan 25, 2009 12:05:35 GMT -7
Not daring to move for fear of being seen too soon, Cuddy listened to the slightly-slurred conversation between her colleagues. After a while, she heard Angel coming her way. Relaxing slightly, she tugged at the sash of her bathrobe, loosening it slightly. Cuddy jumped slightly when Angel spoke.
"Don't do that...." she muttered, not wishing to be overheard. Seeing the small clear bottle with the distinctive red cap, she felt a lump rise in her throat. Swallowing it down roughly, she reached out an unsteady hand and took the vodka. "You think this'll help? I've never done this before.....Hell, I'm not even sure anymore what this is!" she hissed, breaking the seal on the bottle of alcohol. Nervously, she knocked it back, shuddering as the cool liquid froze her throat and burned her insides. Dropping the empty bottle into her travel bag, Cuddy looked at Angel.
"Do you even have any idea why we're doing this?" Wilson hadn't said anything about telling Angel what was going on, and, if not, Cuddy wasn't sure she could ruin it for her. Whatever that meant....it wasn't taking very long for the vodka to take effect; her thoughts had stopped making sense. It wasn't long before her words followed suit.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Jan 25, 2009 12:18:54 GMT -7
"Right," House said to himself taking her coat. He tossed it on the couch as well, limping toward the kitchen. "One guided tour of the bedroom coming right up," he called after Angel as she found the bathroom, "don't take too long in there."
He limped to his liquor cabinet and pulled down a bottle of scotch. He poured a good finger of it into a glass and drank it down, trying to ignore the pain in his leg. The alcoholic haze began resurfacing and he left the kitchen, hobbling over toward the bedroom. He kicked off his shoes and blazer, before settling himself on the side of the bed.
What was it with women who seemed to gravitate to his bathroom to do this mysterious "freshening up"? They never really looked different afterward, unless they had changed into a teddy. He wondered if Angel had planned that far ahead.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Jan 25, 2009 12:25:24 GMT -7
"No I don't, Wilson failed to mention why I was doing this..." She whispered, watching Cuddy drink down the vodka. She slowly began to strip out of one corset and into the leather one she found waiting for her in the bathroom. She did up the front busk first, the reached behind and began to tighten the back lacing. She wasn't sure how she'd managed to perfect the tying of a corset by herself, but it was definitely handy in this case. She then shimmied out of her skirt, revealing only a pair of black panties.
Turning to face Cuddy, she smirked. "I'm sure you'll be fine, so just relax, enjoy yourself." She purred, moving towards the door. "Besides, he's had quite a few drinks and I'm sure he's drinking some more. Won't take him too long to pass out." She winked.
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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Jan 25, 2009 12:43:59 GMT -7
"Thanks," she said truthfully in regards to the reassurance. If both Wilson and Angel believed she would do fine, then she had to believe it herself. If she didn't....the illusion wouldn't work. And it had to work perfectly for Cuddy to get her promised revenge. Oh....if only she hadn't been so sarcastic about her feelings....
"How do we know when he's passed out?" she asked, thinking it was a perfectly legitimate question. After all, she'd never been around a totally-sloshed House. Hungover, yes....three-sheets-to-the-wind, not so much. "And how do we do this?" Her hands and voice were shaking, which meant either the vodka was working much better than she'd hoped, or it had failed miserably. Time would tell, but she hoped it wasn't the latter.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Jan 25, 2009 13:05:08 GMT -7
House twiddled his thumbs, then pulled off his trousers and socks, ducking under his sheets in his boxers. What the heck was taking Angel so long? Women, he snorted to himself. He picked up a remote and turned his sound system on, cycling through his CDs until he found one that he liked. Romantic strains of REO Speedwagon began to filter out from the speakers: I can't fight this feeling any longer
And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow
What started out as friendship, has grown stronger
I only wish I had the strength to let it show |
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Jan 25, 2009 13:13:24 GMT -7
"I'm sure we'll hear him snore." Angel chuckled, taking a deep breath. "Are we ready?" She inquired, opening the door somewhat. She turned to Cuddy and slipped off the bathrobe from Cuddy's shoulders. Taking the sight of Cuddy in red lace, Angel stared at her for a moment. "Wow..." She said, shaking her head. Taking Cuddy's hand, she opened the door and pulled Cuddy out towards the bed room.
"Look who I found House..." She purred. "I found a playmate."
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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Jan 25, 2009 13:20:56 GMT -7
Cuddy did her best to find the humor in Angel's comment, but the constantly rising level of nervousness got in the way. So, she just smiled. Her small smile faltered a little as the black silk slid from her shoulders and the cool air of the tiny room hit her exposed arms. Unable to suppress a shiver, she blushed as Angel looked her over. Not bothering to resist as she was dragged from the room, she put on her best sultry gaze, her usually hard, brown eyes softening considerably as she 'got into character'. Unless she was a dominatrix in House's fantasies. Oh god...
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Jan 25, 2009 13:30:55 GMT -7
House looked up to see not only Angel, but Dr. Lisa Cuddy, Dean of Medicine at Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, and the woman he had kissed earlier in what had been meant as a means to win a bet and ended up meaning something that would break the fragile connection between them... in his bedroom, wearing a red lacy number he could only dream of. He had to conclude that he had passed out. The combination of the vicodin and alcohol was producing a vivid hallucination. Something! Maybe he hadn't recovered from the brain bleed as intact as he had thought.
Well, if his brain was conjuring up something this hot, he supposed he'd have to go with it. He settled in, "well, this is better than the bus," he said. "Since I must have passed out and am hallucinating this, I might as well have some fun." He wondered if he could control his surroundings, or if he'd need Chase's voice as a focus to help him. He looked at the two, trying to imagine into place a stripper's pole for them to writhe on. After a few moments of concentration, nothing.
He rubbed his head, then leaned back into his pillows, "right then. Commence with the making out, brain."
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Jan 25, 2009 13:43:14 GMT -7
Mm, good, this is working out quite well... Angel thought to herself as she heard House speak. She moved up behind Cuddy and began to kiss her neck softly. "He seems to be falling for it..." She whispered in her ear as she reached there. She ran her hands down Cuddy's shoulders and arms, moving forward to her stomach.
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