[RP for dateless_doc]

[whatstheddx]

copy/pasted from smuttysws and continued here

whatstheddx: [email] Finish early tonight. Pretty please? -House.
dateless_doc: [txt] Have something in mind for tonight?
whatstheddx: [txt] I have something in my pants for tonight, too.
dateless_doc [txt] How can I resist such a sweet talk [txt] Be in my office in ten minutes
whatstheddx: [txt] Yes, mistress. [txt] Shall I bring what's in my pants to your office

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[whatstheddx]

House wished he could explain - to himself - exactly what it was about Cuddy that sent his heart racing and his stomach twisting in knots. He could explain it scientifically - chemistry, evolution, pheromones, biological urges programmed within human DNA to procreate, the function and excretion of hormones from the hypothalamus. None of that explained why Cuddy, though. Except he could also come up with a whole list of reasons why Cuddy, some of which made no sense given how often he and Cuddy combatted and clashed, but even combatting and clashing was a reason

[hbic_cuddy]

"Feels to me like more than a little," Cuddy said, slowly rotating her hips against him.

She had no idea if this thing was going to work between them but the attraction was undeniable. Through all the years, despite all the baggage and the history--shared and separate--the spark was just as strong. No wonder she'd never been able to put him aside and move on with her life. She'd told herself many times that she had, that she was so over him. She kept coming back to him, though, because the chemistry was inescapable. It was a relief to not have to deny it anymore

[whatstheddx]

"It's been a long day and I have a very active imagination," he replied just before Cuddy kissed him again. He kissed back with equal greediness, slipping a hand down to her ass and he pulled her hard against him. Already they were making short, quiet shuffling and bumping noises against the door; those noises were going to get a whole lot louder if things didn't move to a more private part of his apartment

[hbic_cuddy]

The coy smile on Cuddy's face deepened when House mimicked her by stripping off his shirt. She didn't care that he was fifty years old and he was a little softer around the middle and his hair was a little grayer...and thinner. Sure, she could regret all those years of being apart, the years when he was younger and fitter and still had his whole leg. There wouldn't be any point, though. That was the past. What they had was now and she was grateful for that.

"I feel your pain," she said, tossing his shirt back at him. The shirt was quickly followed by her bra. She kicked off her high heels and moved toward him again, sliding her hands up to his shoulders. "I mean that literally, of course. When you're bored or frustrated, you tend to make everyone around you feel your pain