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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Jan 25, 2009 13:52:57 GMT -7
It certainly looked like he was falling for it. Trying to act as naturally as she could, she tilted her head as she felt the feather-soft kisses up her neck. Figuring a moan would be in order, she did so. A long, soft moan escaped her throat as she closed her eyes and tried to get comfortable with the situation. Feeling Angel's hands on her stomach, she raised one of her own arms and threw it around the other's neck, turning her head again to whisper back, "Am I doing okay?" Cuddy let her other arm circle her own waist, reaching up to run her own hand over Angel's arm. The vodka coursed through her system as she slowly moved her hand on Angel's neck, combing her fingers through her hair.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Jan 25, 2009 14:13:14 GMT -7
House marveled at the two dark haired beauties as they writhed like sylphs against each other. Framed by the doorway, they made a lovely picture of hot, sexy half naked women. It was even better than the L-word. Less chick angst, more making out. Leather and lace played off against each other, Angel embracing Cuddy from behind, her arms sheltering, her hands stroking, touching lace, smooth skin and lace again.
House's eyes went dark with desire as he watched Cuddy's head tilt into Angel's throat, one of her arms rising seductively to curl around Angel's neck, hand plunging in the long tresses of her hair. His eyes fixated on the arcs of their necks, their generous curves trapped by bits of leather and lace. They seemed so innocent, so gentle and hesitant. It turned him on more than watching Cuddy dance so professionally on the bus.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Jan 25, 2009 14:21:35 GMT -7
"You're doing wonderful..." Angel whispered again, moaning softly at Cuddy's touches. "Shouldn't be long now..." She added, looking over Cuddy's shoulder briefly. Leaning in, she brushed her lips across Cuddy's, teasingly at first. Then, she pressed her lips against Cuddy's hard, taking control over the situation. She let her hands brush down Cuddy's shoulders, pulling the straps of her bra with her.
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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Jan 25, 2009 14:31:43 GMT -7
"Hm?" she muttered, wondering what Angel was talking about. Shouldn't be long until what? However, she didn't get a chance to ask, as there were suddenly a soft pair of lips against her own. A surprised reflex, her hand clenched in Angel's hair, pulling her closer; subconsciously, Cuddy deepened the kiss. She opened her mouth in a gasp as she felt the straps of her bra being drawn away from her shoulders.
Cracking an eye open, she glanced subtly at House. Deliberately, she raised her other arm to Angel's head, dropping the first one. Slowly, she revolved in Angel's embrace so that their breasts pushed together. Hoping that was a good enough move for now, she trailed both of her hands down the leather corset. If she was going to be honest with herself, under the influence or not, this wasn't half as bad as she'd expected it to be.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Jan 25, 2009 14:48:15 GMT -7
House groaned as he watched the two kiss, wishing he was in the middle of their embrace. He was deeply affected by Angel's simple act of slowly drawing the straps of Cuddy's bra over her shoulders. That shouldn't have been as erotic as it seemed, but as the line of Cuddy's shoulder appeared unbroken by the coverage of her bra, House felt something inside him twist.
He tried to suppress the surprised gasp as Cuddy firmly turned in Angel's embrace, pressing their bodies together, kissing the other woman hungrily. Cuddy seemed to blossom under Angel's take charge attitude, rising up to meet her challenge. His eyes watched Cuddy's hands as they blazed a trail down Angel's back, their breasts pushing against each other, nearly spilling forth from their bonds.
House was surprised that he felt his body reacting, overcoming the pain in his leg and the haze of alcohol. That the simple act of watching his long time friend, boss and possible romantic inamorata engaging in lewd acts of promiscuity in his bedroom (even if it was only a hallucination) with the new head of cardiology (who was smokin' hot), could affect him so deeply was a marvel to him.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Jan 25, 2009 15:07:39 GMT -7
Angel smiled at Cuddy's reaction, her hands reaching behind to the clasp of the red bra. With a snap of her fingers, she managed to unclasp the bra and pulled it off her. She broke the kiss, kissing down Cuddy's neck to her shoulder, then down across the top of her chest. Things were going pretty well, and she was quite enjoying it. She'd experimented back in school, but nothing as fun as this. Her hands brushed against Cuddy's breasts, teasing them slightly.
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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Jan 25, 2009 15:18:36 GMT -7
As she felt the clasp of her bra come undone, Cuddy arched her back, throwing her head back to give Angel better access, her hands moving to grip Angel's shoulders tightly. She hissed as cool air and warm hands touched her partly-exposed breasts. Leaning forward slightly, she buried her face in the other's neck, pressing her own soft kisses to the flesh as she moved her hands down and around to the laces of Angel's corset. She wasn't going to be the only one half-naked here if she had anything to say about it.
Unable to clearly see what she was doing, Cuddy worked her fingers under and around the complex laces, loosening them to be undone later. She let a pleased grin cross her lips as the material shifted, exposing a bit more of Angel's body. Experimentally, Cuddy flicked out her tongue, licking and sucking on Angel's pulse point as she continued to work with the corset laces.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Jan 25, 2009 15:49:12 GMT -7
As House observed his two very delightful, diverting and engaging co-workers place touches and kisses all over each other like water nymphs, flowing over each other and writhing at the other's touch, his own hand had slid under the sheets and blankets and took hold of his own engorged manhood. He shivered as he imagined it was one of the sexy women whose hand gripped him firmly. He kept his gaze on the two women, his breath growing harsher as Cuddy's breasts were suddenly released from their bonds and she arched under Angel's touch, her nipples erect and crying out for attention. He panted as Angel leaned down to press experimental kisses and touches on the smooth skin of Cuddy's soft mounds of woman-flesh, her hands brushing the soft skin underneath the curves.
He moaned as his own tight hand stroked his member, stimulated by the view of Cuddy's fingers entangling themselves in the ribbons and strings of Angel's corset. As Cuddy arched forward, trapping Angel's hands on her breasts, she suckled at Angel's neck, the leather shifting and exposing skin and buds of her nipples. House kept his hand moving on himself, trying to reach completion.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Jan 25, 2009 16:02:10 GMT -7
Letting out a louder moan, Angel slowly began to turn them around so that her back was facing House. She tugged off Cuddy's bra, letting it fall to the ground. Trailing her lips down Cuddy's chest, she let her tongue flick out to Cuddy's left nipple. Her hand embrassed the other, pinching it lightly. Lowering herself to her knees, she kissing down her stomach and back up again, this time letting her tongue flick across the right nipple.
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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Jan 25, 2009 16:13:24 GMT -7
Lisa was amazed that something like this could elicit such a response from her. Her moans were no longer for show. She was really into this; she felt herself actually getting damp as Angel licked and kissed her upper body. Cuddy threw her head back again, a soft groan escaping her lips as she noticed what House was doing through half-mast lids. She had to fight not to open her eyes all the way, had to fight to keep the illusion. "Oh...." she let out, drawing the syllable out as long as she could. "Yes...." Either it was the alcohol talking, or she actually was enjoying this. Was it possible that Cuddy could get into this, sober? She'd have to give it some serious thought later, but for now...
Her hands dug into Angel's hair, moaning as her nipples became sensitive to even the slightest shift in the air. She would seriously have to thank Wilson for this idea later, regardless of whether or not it worked.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Jan 25, 2009 16:29:40 GMT -7
House groaned as Angel spun the two around, kneeling in front of Cuddy, revealing the older woman in her beautiful, glowing glory. He never wanted this to end, feeling so great as his high separated his conscious knowledge of the pain in his leg. "That's right," he gritted out, "touch her, make her moan," he wasn't sure which one he was talking to, but it didn't matter; they were both touching each other, making the other moan in the throes of sexual ecstasy. His toes curled as his member throbbed under his hand.
The sight of Cuddy's head arched back, hands buried in Angel's hair as the other woman tortured and worshipped Cuddy's nipples, the line of Angel's ass molded under the black panties, the sounds of their cries drove a bolt of electricity straight to his cock. "Touch her," he moaned, "touch me. Make me feel." His hand stroked his member as his other hand gripped the sheets. His left leg bent at the knee, foot braced up against the mattress, trying to simulate the rhythm of intercourse; his right leg too damaged and broken, but forgotten, the pain ignored. He was enjoying this, he never wanted it to end.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Jan 25, 2009 17:13:14 GMT -7
Angel licked her way back up to Cuddy's neck, kissing and nibbling at it. She moved back to Lisa's ear and whispered. "Think we should join him on the bed?" She wasn't sure whether her boss would be willing to go that far, but things were definitely interesting now. She only hoped she wouldn't regret any of this the next morning.
Feeling Cuddy tugging at her laces continuously, she smirked. Reaching forward, she undid the busk of her corset, wiggling out of it. She glanced over her shoulder again looking at House, watching his hand move underneath the sheets. She wanted to go to him, to have her way with him, but she was too amused with Cuddy's moans. She kissed her way back down the other woman's chest, her fingers hooking around the red panties Cuddy wore. Sliding them off, Angel kissed Cuddy's inner thighs, teasing her.
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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Jan 25, 2009 17:27:25 GMT -7
The sound of Angel's voice in her ear broke through her mental praising of Wilson for his glorious idea. Oh, how she wanted to...how she wanted to own him, and have him own her like so many years ago when she was still in college. "Mm hm..." she hummed, nodding once as she bent and licked a trail up Angel's neck. All of this physical stimulation was doing unthinkable things to her hormones; her juices flowed and dribbled a trail down the inside of her leg.
A contented sigh passed her lips as her panties came off. Her knees buckled as the tender, sensitive flesh of her inner thighs were kissed and caressed. She leaned back against the doorframe to keep from collapsing. Never before had she felt so indescribably good. Her eyes drifted all the way closed as she leaned her head against the doorjamb and panted, clenching and unclenching her fists in Angel's hair.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Jan 25, 2009 17:50:09 GMT -7
Indescribable pleasure was coursing through House's very being, centered at the annex of his cock to the base of his testicles. His scrotum was tightening and his heart was pounding. He was sweating with the exertion and it was all because of the two so very hot ladies sweating and moaning against his door jamb. How he wished they were in bed with him. How he longed for their sexual touch, their sexual healing-- no wait, that was the song playing. Dear god, he still had Marvin Gaye in his sound system?
It almost jarred him from his pleasure, but the pleasure came back as he fixed his gaze on the two women still engaging in their activities. Angel was pulling off Cuddy's panties, revealing the dark curls of Cuddy's sex. He could see her tongue flicking out to taste and lick Cuddy's thighs. Seeing the two being so intimate really set his insides to warm goo and the electric feelings began to thrum through his veins. Their ignorance of his presence seemed so erotic, so sexually frustrating. His engorged penis was like hot metal covered with velvet under his hand, and every stroke sent frissons of pleasure that started him spiraling up into the white hot ecstasy of passion. The music was even a counterpoint now to their pleasure, driving them on.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Jan 25, 2009 18:10:16 GMT -7
Smirking, Angel looked up at Cuddy, giving her boss' wet folds a quick lick before moving towards the bed. "Come, I think we should give some attention to the only male in the room..." She purred. As she moved towards the bed, she slid out of her black panties to reveal nothing but the smooth skin of her sex.
"Let us help you..." She purred again, climbing into the bed with him. She tugged at the sheets, pulling them down. "Care for two lovely women in your bed?"
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