Fic: Business As Usual - House
Title: Business As Usual
Fandom: House
Pairing: House/Cuddy
Rating: R
Spoilers: none
Summary: Some things even sex can't change.
House wasn't quite sure how it happened the first time. Oh, he knew there had been drinking at some party or other that Cuddy had forced him to attend, though why she had wanted him there he still wasn't sure. And he was pretty sure that at some point he had offered to give a very tipsy Cuddy a ride home, or maybe she had just told him that he was giving her a ride. That part was still a bit fuzzy.
What thankfully wasn't fuzzy was what happened once they had gotten to Cuddy's house. She wound up inviting him in for one last drink, though he never actually got around to drinking it. Instead, he wound up with an amorous Cuddy pressing him into the wall, her tongue in his mouth and his hands under her shirt and on her practically perfect breasts. He wasn't sure just where his cane had gotten off to, but between the alcohol and arousal zinging through his blood the pain in his leg had taken a very quiet backseat.
By the time they managed to awkwardly stumble to Cuddy's bedroom they were both half naked. A moment later House was on his back on the bed, Cuddy balanced over him on her hands and knees with an evil smile. "You are going to lay there, House, and you are going to enjoy this. And in the morning, neither of us is going to regret this. All right?"
House just smirked. "Yes sir, Cuddy sir."
Everything gets slightly incoherent after that, the whole experience a blur of pressure and heat, lips and tongues and the sharp press of teeth. And in the end, when he's lying spent on messy sheets with sweat drying on his skin and Cuddy curled up against his left side, he thinks that maybe he should let Cuddy force him to go to parties a little more often.
* * *
The second time it happens it's the morning after the first time. When he wakes the first thing he sees is Cuddy's eyes. She's propped up on her elbow; sheet pulled up to her waist and has apparently been watching him sleep. For some strange reason, he finds he kinda likes that. Their eyes meet, Cuddy smiles, and the next thing he knows she's leaning over and sucking on the side of his neck.
It's another hour before they get out of bed, and House is pleasantly worn out. Cuddy lets him use her shower, and by the time he's clean and tossing back a Vicodin he's feeling almost mellow. An hour and a half later they're both at the hospital: Cuddy threatening him if he doesn't get his ass to the clinic and see patients and House making inappropriate remarks about her cleavage. As far as anyone can see, it's business as usual.
* * *
Two weeks later they have an unspoken understanding. They don't love each other, that pretty much goes without saying. But they do like each other and the sex is great, and great sex is never something to sneer at as far as House is concerned. Cuddy's married to her job, and House isn't really capable of being married to anything and probably never will be.
But what they have works for them, and if House is slightly less of a bastard on occasion, no one is going to question it. It's just business as usual.
Fandom: House
Pairing: House/Cuddy
Rating: R
Spoilers: none
Summary: Some things even sex can't change.
House wasn't quite sure how it happened the first time. Oh, he knew there had been drinking at some party or other that Cuddy had forced him to attend, though why she had wanted him there he still wasn't sure. And he was pretty sure that at some point he had offered to give a very tipsy Cuddy a ride home, or maybe she had just told him that he was giving her a ride. That part was still a bit fuzzy.
What thankfully wasn't fuzzy was what happened once they had gotten to Cuddy's house. She wound up inviting him in for one last drink, though he never actually got around to drinking it. Instead, he wound up with an amorous Cuddy pressing him into the wall, her tongue in his mouth and his hands under her shirt and on her practically perfect breasts. He wasn't sure just where his cane had gotten off to, but between the alcohol and arousal zinging through his blood the pain in his leg had taken a very quiet backseat.
By the time they managed to awkwardly stumble to Cuddy's bedroom they were both half naked. A moment later House was on his back on the bed, Cuddy balanced over him on her hands and knees with an evil smile. "You are going to lay there, House, and you are going to enjoy this. And in the morning, neither of us is going to regret this. All right?"
House just smirked. "Yes sir, Cuddy sir."
Everything gets slightly incoherent after that, the whole experience a blur of pressure and heat, lips and tongues and the sharp press of teeth. And in the end, when he's lying spent on messy sheets with sweat drying on his skin and Cuddy curled up against his left side, he thinks that maybe he should let Cuddy force him to go to parties a little more often.
* * *
The second time it happens it's the morning after the first time. When he wakes the first thing he sees is Cuddy's eyes. She's propped up on her elbow; sheet pulled up to her waist and has apparently been watching him sleep. For some strange reason, he finds he kinda likes that. Their eyes meet, Cuddy smiles, and the next thing he knows she's leaning over and sucking on the side of his neck.
It's another hour before they get out of bed, and House is pleasantly worn out. Cuddy lets him use her shower, and by the time he's clean and tossing back a Vicodin he's feeling almost mellow. An hour and a half later they're both at the hospital: Cuddy threatening him if he doesn't get his ass to the clinic and see patients and House making inappropriate remarks about her cleavage. As far as anyone can see, it's business as usual.
* * *
Two weeks later they have an unspoken understanding. They don't love each other, that pretty much goes without saying. But they do like each other and the sex is great, and great sex is never something to sneer at as far as House is concerned. Cuddy's married to her job, and House isn't really capable of being married to anything and probably never will be.
But what they have works for them, and if House is slightly less of a bastard on occasion, no one is going to question it. It's just business as usual.