SEX TIEMS

[whatstheddx]

The Lust Whammy // Put it on me
According to the aim of the game: House has been hit with a wave of Lust, which means he's more or less without inhibition (when isn't he, lol). If he's ever had a dirty thought about your character - now is the time to find out. (If you want it to be within a certain 'verse, say so in the subject line of your

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dateless_doc

[whatstheddx]

(From this.)

I prefer show and tell.

ooc: moved it here because the CAPTCHA thing gets on my nerves.

[hbic_cuddy]

So tell me what you'd like to show me ;-P

[whatstheddx]

Well, it involves you wearing significantly less clothing.

[hbic_cuddy]

You mean like this? [very slowly unfastens a button on her blouse, and then another]

Do go on. Tell me more.

[whatstheddx]

House says nothing for a couple of moments, too mesmerised and stunned at watching those two buttons being undone.

But then he manages to gather his brains together. "It also involves lots of mouth-to-mouth."

[hbic_cuddy]

Cuddy's smile has just a faint hint of smugness as she watches his reaction to undoing two small buttons.

"Mouth to mouth?" she asks. "I would've thought your fantasies would be a little more...creative."

[whatstheddx]

He kind of wishes he hadn't just opened his mouth but it's too late now. He prefers Cuddy thinking he's all perv and nothing else rather than romantic in any way, even if his way of phrasing I want to kiss you hadn't exactly been, well, romantic.

"That's when you take my clothes off," he tells her. "After you've finished taking yours off."

[hbic_cuddy]

She leans in until her lips are just a breath away from his. "So...," she says, letting her voice go husky. "Let me see if I understand so far. You want me to do a striptease for you. You want me to strip you. And you want to kiss me." She turns her head slightly, her cheek pressed against his and her lips by his ear. "Is that right, House? Do you want to kiss me?"

[whatstheddx]

When she leans over, he gets an eyeful of cleavage right down her shirt, which is a sight he immediately files away in his head for future masturbatory purposes. The sound of her voice, too, and the smell of her perfume and the almost overpowering buzz of having her this close goes straight into that file as well.

"Um," he says. He squeezes his eyes shut in attempt to clear his head. It doesn't work, not while his senses are being invaded by Cuddy. "Let me... Let me think about that for moment."

Thinking, his ass. All that's racing through his head is the very appealing thought of his penis getting some action, his face between her breasts, touching her in all the ways he's wanted to touch her for a long, long time.

"You're doing this on purpose," he finally complains, his voice scratchy and thick with arousal.

[hbic_cuddy]

Cuddy pulls back just far enough to look him in the eye. She plants her forefinger in the middle of his chest. "Duh. Of course, I'm doing this on purpose."

She has a chance to find out if the leers and innuendo are what he gives any woman or if it masks a deeper, truer desire. Of course, she's going to push him. She wants to know if his fantasies involve any passing brunette, of which she is just one of many. Or he does he fantasize about her specifically.

She flattens her hand, palm against his chest and leans forward again, closing her eyes as their lips barely meet. "Do you want me, House?"

[whatstheddx]

Evil wench, he thinks to himself. Yeah, of course she's doing this on purpose... not that he has any objections. In his fantasies, however, he's always confident and doesn't have a problem with Cuddy undressing in front of him or taking charge of him. He can be anyone he wants to be in his fantasies

[hbic_cuddy]

Cuddy feels a thrill of...power? Desire? Excitment? All those, probably, and more. Hearing him admit, honestly admit that he wants her is a huge turn on. And a huge vindication for all the crap she's put up with from him all these years. She's always wanted to believe the feelings went both ways but it's just so hard to tell with him.

She flicks her tongue out, giving just the tiniest lick to his upper lip. "Then tell me how you want me," she murmurs, delivering another light lick, this time to the corner of his mouth. "Tell me exactly what you want to see or hear or touch."

[whatstheddx]

He opens his mouth that bit more at the touch of her tongue, expecting and anticipating even more for her to kiss him. Even if their lips weren't as close as they are now, the simple fact of her standing right in his space is scarily disarming. It's made him realise how long it's been since the last time anyone stood this close to him and more than that, someone he wants this close

[hbic_cuddy]

She lets him pull her closer but she's still waiting to see what it is he really wants. She refuses to believe it's 'just' sex. They've been there, done that, and walked away from it. There has to be something more or the last twenty years have been nothing more than a pathetic joke.

Her eyes widened and she pulls back slightly so she can look at him. "Is that what you really want?" she asks, and there's no trace of the seductress in her voice now. Maybe they'd made the right choice back then. Maybe it was best they'd walked away from each other because it could've ended up so much worse if they hadn't.

She wonders, though, what it would be like if they could go back to the state of freedom and excitement and recklessness they'd had in college with the appreciation for those things they had now. What if they could go back to that night when she was more adventurous and he was less cynical?

"And if we had another night, would you vanish without a trace again?"

[whatstheddx]

Is it what he wants? "If it's not what you want, then it doesn't matter what I want," he replies, still murmuring

[hbic_cuddy]

"God, you always do that. You always make your answers conditional on what I say. Stop hedging your bets