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Fic: One Up (House/Cuddy)
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speckleberry's House/Cuddy drabble-a-thon; prompt was 'banter'.
Title: One Up
Fandom: House, M.D
Pairing: House/Cuddy
Rating: R
Words: 400
Disclaimer: Not mine. Playing. This is set post-Human Error, originally posted here.
Summary: In which they banter and have sex.
"Can I have flying monkeys instead, Mommy?"
"Sure. Just let me talk it over with the Wicked Witch of the West," Cuddy says, swinging a leg over him and settling comfortably on top. House reaches up to untie her hair, and takes a minute to admire the view. Naked and flushed, hair cascading over her bare shoulders: she's a vision. "Do you call everyone you sleep with 'mommy'?"
"Only Wilson," he says. "Foreman prefers 'bitch'. Chase on the other hand likes to call me 'Daddy'."
She makes a face at that, and he can tell she's trying very hard not to laugh. He considers that; proceeds to palm the girls in a manner he knows she'll appreciate, watching for her eyes to glaze over. And when he decides she's sufficiently distracted, he tickles her on the ribs.
That elicits a surprised giggle, but soon she's grabbing hold of his arms and saying, "You keep that up, House, and you'll be back to applying the hand brake."
"And leave you at the mercy of Mr. Massage Bunny? That would be cruel," he says, but leaves it at that. He got what he wanted, anyway.
Cuddy snorts, "At least he's better company." She licks his collarbone. "Polite. Well-behaved. Takes instructions. Knows where the G-spot is," she says, kissing her way down his chest, his stomach, pausing a moment to lavish some extra attention on his navel before moving further south.
"I don't recall you having any complaints last night. In fact, I'm pretty sure I heard begging," House says, doing his best not to thrust. Which is difficult, given the things she's doing down there with that wicked, wicked tongue. "'Ohgoddon'tstop", wasn't it? Funny how you get all religious in bed. Not that I object to the title, it's very flattering."
"I think you should stop talking now," she says.
"I'm not bowing down to your fascist ways," he tells her. "You get enough of that from your minions in the hospital." A hint of teeth, then, and he bucks against her, helpless.
"I can smell the satisfaction on your breath," he says after a while, when he can speak again.
She ignores him, planting her mouth on his instead. "It's time you put your mouth to other uses," she says when she lets him up for air. "Consider that an order."
House doesn't complain.
She is the boss, after all.
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speckleberry's House/Cuddy drabble-a-thon; prompt was 'banter'. Title: One Up
Fandom: House, M.D
Pairing: House/Cuddy
Rating: R
Words: 400
Disclaimer: Not mine. Playing. This is set post-Human Error, originally posted here.
Summary: In which they banter and have sex.
"Can I have flying monkeys instead, Mommy?"
"Sure. Just let me talk it over with the Wicked Witch of the West," Cuddy says, swinging a leg over him and settling comfortably on top. House reaches up to untie her hair, and takes a minute to admire the view. Naked and flushed, hair cascading over her bare shoulders: she's a vision. "Do you call everyone you sleep with 'mommy'?"
"Only Wilson," he says. "Foreman prefers 'bitch'. Chase on the other hand likes to call me 'Daddy'."
She makes a face at that, and he can tell she's trying very hard not to laugh. He considers that; proceeds to palm the girls in a manner he knows she'll appreciate, watching for her eyes to glaze over. And when he decides she's sufficiently distracted, he tickles her on the ribs.
That elicits a surprised giggle, but soon she's grabbing hold of his arms and saying, "You keep that up, House, and you'll be back to applying the hand brake."
"And leave you at the mercy of Mr. Massage Bunny? That would be cruel," he says, but leaves it at that. He got what he wanted, anyway.
Cuddy snorts, "At least he's better company." She licks his collarbone. "Polite. Well-behaved. Takes instructions. Knows where the G-spot is," she says, kissing her way down his chest, his stomach, pausing a moment to lavish some extra attention on his navel before moving further south.
"I don't recall you having any complaints last night. In fact, I'm pretty sure I heard begging," House says, doing his best not to thrust. Which is difficult, given the things she's doing down there with that wicked, wicked tongue. "'Ohgoddon'tstop", wasn't it? Funny how you get all religious in bed. Not that I object to the title, it's very flattering."
"I think you should stop talking now," she says.
"I'm not bowing down to your fascist ways," he tells her. "You get enough of that from your minions in the hospital." A hint of teeth, then, and he bucks against her, helpless.
"I can smell the satisfaction on your breath," he says after a while, when he can speak again.
She ignores him, planting her mouth on his instead. "It's time you put your mouth to other uses," she says when she lets him up for air. "Consider that an order."
House doesn't complain.
She is the boss, after all.
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love it...
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Wow!
(Anonymous) 2008-01-26 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)Great fic!
- Julia
Re: Wow!
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and i was getting hot and bothered imagining what cuddy was doing..hehehe.. :P
wonderful drabble!
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Love it!
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Bloody hilarious!!! Even when they're having sex, they just don't know when to quit...lol
I love your writing, aweosome :D
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