It was ironic that while he rejected leadership and rebelled against following orders from higher authority at every turn, he bowed to her demands when they were alone. He usually responded to 'Harder! Faster! More, more!' with enthusiasm.
Not that he ever did really listen to her unless it was during lovemaking. She continued on, projecting stern calm, but he wasn't listening. Besides, don't you have anything better to do rather than."
"House, as much as I'd love to while away the time engaging in a bit of verbal swordplay, I've got a busy day, and I can't be delayed by your attempts to distract me. Cuddy shook her head, determined not to rise to it. His remark was teasing and playful, much like his demeanor, challenging her to parry back. "It's my only mission in life," he replied. "Do you deliberately set out every day to try and drive me insane?" she asked wearily. She hadn't been in work thirty seconds and she could sense a headache coming on. She placed her coffee cup down on the desk, put one hand on her hip, and pressed the other to her temple. Still, he was in that kind of mood, and she wasn't. Then again, House was never the subtle type. Little 'little Greg' wasn't as subtle as she liked to believe he was. Despite her annoyance, his actions sent a wave of heat through her for a moment. "Here," he answered with a barely concealed smirk, his cane laying across his lap, and still in his villain persona, stroked it like a Persian cat. Could she even think of changing the lock? Either way, he had gotten into her locked office yet again. Whether it was from the fright or her secret happiness that he was here, she didn't know.
Only when she looked up for a split second did the chair swivel around dramatically, making her start violently and nearly dropping scalding hot coffee on her cream carpet.ĭropping her briefcase abruptly, she breathed deeply to calm her fluttering heart. Picking up her briefcase again, she turned to walk towards her desk, looking at her watch all the while. She set her briefcase down by the door, slipping off her black trenchcoat and hanging it on the hatstand. She had a tightly-packed scheduele ahead of her, with a visit from a pair of potential donors, a board meeting to discuss the hospital's finances, and a tour around the hospital with a new batch of interns. Striding purposefully into her office, Cuddy paused to sip at her coffee, feeling the caffeine work its magic on her senses. Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, 9:05 A.M.
:)Īnd as well, a massive thank you to leiascully for reviving Smut Tuesdays, and who has written some amazing Huddy fanfics which are breath-taking to read. The praise has been overwhelming and inspiring, I'm just thrilled to bits that you appreciate my writing. I just want to say a huge thank you to all the shippers on house_cuddy who have supported my work and have been so kind and encouraging. This is my own little contribution, and to say I enjoyed writing it would be a huge understatement!! But then that's always the case when House and Cuddy are involved! :D I'm not going to say much about this fic, except that it has taken inspiration from so many fantastic office encounters. *dreamy sigh* I'm smiling just thinking about it, and counting down the days to September 20th. This takes place some time after 'Help Me', somewhere in the Season 7 'Huddy Heaven' universe. :) This time with a steamy twist especially for the great Smut Tuesday! ) never mind, I think it's fair to say it's going to happen soon!! :DĪuthor's Note: Well, the Huddy fans have spoken and asked for more, and I'm only too happy to write another Huddy fic. Pairing: House/Cuddy, established relationshipĭisclaimer: I don't own these two, David Shore does, but if I did. Hello all! :) Here's another fic as promised, which I hope you will all enjoy.