of the Peach
feels it, the thrill in his
veins, the tingle of anticipation tightening his muscles as
his way to the office door and raps on it. Both urgency and arrogance
push the door open before her voice calls to him, and House
moves with lurching determination towards the woman at the desk.
enjoys this. Not many people can
keep up with him, certainly not through the years.
Cuddy is rare that
way. Cuddy is fun that way, even if she doesn’t see it.
hard not to grin. He tosses the
medical file on the desk and pulls back a moment,
taking it to study
her Highness in the soft light of the high intensity desk lamp, to
the way it highlights her hair, accentuates the shadows of her
cleavage peeking coyly
out of her blouse.
little follow-up on your clinic
patient from this afternoon. Mr. Hemorrhage.”
His name is Henderson,”
Cuddy corrects, reaching irritatedly for the file.
She knows he does
this on purpose, but can’t help rising to the bait every
Her long hands flip the folder open, and she scans it. House
waits, knowing she’ll find
the result he wants to share with her.
does. Her nostrils flare a bit, and
she glances up at House. He sees her fighting an
initial shock, not
wanting to give into it in front of him. House watches their
the window behind her, and he admires the feminine
curve of her back against the chair.
for Hepatitis B. We
suspected it. Nothing too serious.”
for me,” House agrees, his
tone cheerful. A shade TOO cheerful. Cuddy stares at
him coolly. He
looks back at her, and in that moment, that PRECISE moment, he
her dead to rights.
pales, and House feels the smile
steal over his face.
checked YOUR records, Doctor
Cuddy, and it seems you’ve been a little lax in
immunization. Tsk, tsk. Don’t you read the memos?
we’re REQUIRED to be vaccinated against hepatitis B. But
no, the Dean of Medicine
somehow forgot to follow up on that
directive, and now, after being splashed with a fair
amount of Mr.
Henderson’s blood, she needs a big old honkin’
pause is sweet, and House savors
this moment. He can count on one hand the
number of times he truly
has had Lisa Cuddy over a barrel and this makes only the
occasion in nearly seven years.
lifts her chin, annoyance masking
something else in those amazing blue eyes, and
that something else is
completely unexpected. House blinks, freezing, trying to hold
and look harder, to see if he really saw what he THINKS he saw.
I’ll get it in the morning.”
get it now, Cuddy,” comes
his rumble. It’s quiet, and his glee has drained away,
with curiosity. She shakes her head.
come on—it’s nearly . . . “
she checks her watch, buying time as much as noting it,
“ . . .
eleven at night. It can wait until morning, Greg.”
catches the quaver in her voice, and
the truth dawns on him easily. House shakes
his head, amazed.
It can’t. If it was anybody
else, you’d march them to the clinic right this minute
vaccination and you know it. Nobody in this hospital, not even I
would get out of it.
CDC rules, hospital regs, Cuddy. We do this
she snaps, glaring up at
him, and he catches a glimpse once more of that
elusive emotion. The
final confirmation makes him feel odd inside.
eyes widen; her mouth thins
out into a grim line before she speaks. “Excuse
scared. What is it? The
needles? You don’t like shots?” House probes. At
she flinches and he sighs, picking up the Henderson file again,
it instead of those big blue eyes.
fingers flex for an awkward
moment and she speaks, in a rush. “No, I don’t
it’s a stupid phobia, and how the hell can I be a doctor with
this, but giving and receiving are two different things,
okay? I can inject anyone and
anything, no problem. I can intubate
and set up an IV line and lance and hell a hundred
procedures, House. But I don’t . . . take needles
why you haven’t used that
tattoo parlor coupon I gave you for Christmas,” he
tells her, as
much to break the tension as to distract her. Cuddy rolls her eyes,
House senses she’s grateful for the shift of mood. He leans
down over the desk,
dropping the file once more, moving into her
personal space. “Nevertheless, oh grand
high Poobah of
Princeton-Plainsboro, you NEED immunization. Not only is it a
regulation, it’s imperative to your health, Cuddy. I
up to that pretty oath I had
to swear if I let you slip by on this.”
wants to laugh; Cuddy never curses
except in extreme duress, major crises, and yet
here she sits with
her lower lip stuck out and trembling, looking like a naughty little
in trouble rather than a hospital administrator. Actually the
thought of her as a naughty
little girl is causing some lovely
tension in his lower stomach, so he shifts himself to
keep her from
noticing. Cuddy blinks, her hands clutching her Mark and Cross pen
tightly that her slender knuckles are white.
you HAVE to,” he tells her
firmly. “And nobody has to know but me. I’ll go get
and be back here in a few minutes. We can close the office shutters
can scream and cry and curse me—that will just confirm
we’re having sex, right?”
getting OFF on this, aren’t
you?” Cuddy dryly demands. House refuses to
dignify this with a
reply, preferring to waggle his eyebrows at her.
the clinic is locked up at this
hour, it only takes a few minutes to walk into the ER
authorization in hand to pick up a dose and a clean needle. House
his way back to her office, feeling the tiny bottle warm up in
his palm. He thinks about
Cuddy’s fear, and about how best to
distract her because the globulin is an
wonders if he isn’t the one who
needs a distraction because the foremost
thought in his mind is that
he’s going to see Cuddy’s ass tonight. That taut,
admired aspect of his boss; the object of many a fantasy.
is good, House thinks.
still there when he opens the
door, standing near the coffee table, straightening
House recognizes her anxiety, her need to take charge of SOMEthing
this extreme moment of stress. Carefully he moves past her and speaks
in a low voice.
close the blinds and lock the
hesitates, then moves to do it,
gracefully. House lays out the needle and vaccine
out on the desk
along with an alcohol wipe; in the light of the intensity lamp they
very sterile and slightly scary. Cuddy is still over by the
door, her arms crossed, her eyes
wide. House gazes at her in the
semi-darkness of the office and waits.
really is like sex you know,”
House tells her. “In order for me to do this, you
to be over
reluctantly moves forward, eyes
on the hypodermic sitting her desk. House
clears his throat.
“Sometime tonight would be nice.”
reaches the edge of the light, and
he can smell her fear, can see how pale she is.
House is both amused
and exasperated, but the mischievous part of him is quick to take
advantage now. He shifts himself between her and the desk, blocking
her view of the
needle. House smirks.
this is where the fun begins.
Tell me where you want this—the right cheek or the
blinks, and the flush across her
face is a joy to see; a wave of rosy color stealing
over those high
cheekbones. House swears even the tops of her ears are red.
is all she mutters. He
preens a moment.
I’m happy to walk among
you and be called House these days. But getting
back to the matter at
hand, Cuddy--you need to hike up your hem and show me your
you just give it to me in
the arm?” she whimpers even as her hands drop to her
gleefully shakes his head.
Deep muscle injection is
required for best absorption of globulin. Think of it as
to moon me.”
enjoying this so much.” She
growls. Cuddy moves to the far side of him and takes
a deep breath.
She quickly pulls up her skirt, and begins to shimmy down her
hose, struggling with it for a few awkward moments. House waits until
she’s slightly bent
over and then moves. He lays a hand on her
blouse covered back, giving her time to get
used to his touch.
Calm down. Grip the edge
of the desk.”
resists for a second and then
takes in a deep breath and does it. Her fingers
clamp the rim and
House lets his hand rest a little more heavily on her back.
he reaches for the foil packet with the alcohol wipe, and moves to
stand behind her.
need more of a target,” he tells
her honestly. The dip of her waist, the hollow of her
unexpectedly beautiful in the low light, but he’s all too
that it’s the curve of
the peach that draws him. Cuddy quivers.
I stick you anywhere along the
pelvic ridge you’re going to feel it a LOT more,
let me jab it where you’ve got some padding.” His
and the wishes
he could make the innuendo more of a tease, but the
sight of her is making it hard.
him hard, to be precise. House
feels the surge of his erection and rattles the foil
reaches back and slowly lowers
her hose and panties even further, letting them
shift over the sweet
globes of her bottom. In the dim light House sees the sleek rounded
perfection of that bared backside and fights the little growl in the
back of his throat.
it, nobody else has an ass this
nice—not Cameron, who lacks curvature, nor
Stacy with her boyish
hips in tailored slacks.
it’s clear that Doctor Lisa Cuddy
not only got back, she got bootalicious back and
House is almost
dizzy at the revelation, what with the blood flow all moving south at
damned quick rate.
ON, are you going to do it or
what?” Cuddy grouses, trying to hold her skirt up.
guiltily, and drops the alcohol packet, which lands on the carpet
of her high heels. She glances down and lets out an
irritated sigh. “Oh great. That gives
me SUCH confidence.”
grips his cane and dips, reaching
one lengthy arm down to pick up the wipe and
as he does so his face
comes dangerously close to the warm curve, the semi-bared
long, long line of legs . . . He rises and forces himself to turn his
the packet as he hooks his cane further down on the edge
of the desk.
or I won’t give you a
lollipop,” he snipes, but his heart isn’t in it.
aware of Cuddy as a woman right now, a half-naked body gleaming in
the dim light,
warm and probably satiny to the touch and GOD how long
has it been since he got
laid? He tears the packet with force and
pulls out the slightly mangled wipe.
just DO it,” comes her
voice through gritted teeth. House takes a deep
breath and shifts
once again. He steps behind her, and presses his left hand on
small of her back, pinning the skirt up, feeling the knobby ridge of
her spine through the
layers of cloth. With one swift circular swipe
he rubs the astringent on the perky
perfection of Cuddy’s right
cheek. She shivers, and he can feel her body against his
still; that’s just alcohol.”
COLD,” she complains, her
voice oddly strained. Her head is down and her hands
tightly on the edge of the desk now. House lets his stroke around her
slow a bit, guiltily enjoying the sensation of those firm
muscles under his fingertips.
Only a thin layer of saturated cloth
keeps him from touching her bare ass, he realizes.
This makes him
throb, and he tenses, hoping like hell Cuddy doesn’t feel
leans over her back and reaches
for the bottle of vaccine and the needle,
scooping them up even as he
drops the used wipe on the desk. Cuddy turns her head
the other way,
her long hair gleaming. He grips the needle cap in his teeth, pulls
and pokes the foil seal on the tiny bottle, drawing in the
globulin in a long precise drag
of reverse suction. When the barrel
of the syringe is full, he pulls the tiny bottle off the
tip and sets
it down on the desk.
sound makes Cuddy flinch again, and
he hears her soft little whimper, all the
louder in the silence of
the office. House hesitates, caught between wanting to comfort
and distract her, both of them rising from his underused sense of
Finally, he brings the needle a few inches from her skin
and clears his throat.
you what--once this is all done
I’ll kiss your ass and make it alllll
most leering tones, deliberately infusing his words with sexual
insinuation. Cuddy stiffens, and at that precise moment House slides
the needle in, squeezing the plunger
in a swift move borne of long
practice. A low yip rises out of Cuddy, and when he pulls
out he pushes closer, brushing against her firmly.
sighs; she sags, all the tension
draining out of her as her head drops to her folded
arms on the desk.
House reaches over and sets the empty hypodermic down next to
used wipe. He’s up against Cuddy’s ass again, and
hypersensitive to this
fact, keeps screaming this fact to him.
whimpers a little. “Damn it
that stuff burns. I feel like I’ve got menthol in my
can’t talk. He’s up against
said butt, feeling the warmth of her body pressing
feeling how his erection is nicely trapped between the curve of those
bare cheeks, and there is no WAY Cuddy can miss this.
. . .” she turns her head
and looks over her shoulder. Something lazy in her
voice makes his
balls tighten, and the gleam in her eyes makes his pulse jump.
in a moment of pure surrealism she grinds back against him.
lets out a harsh sigh as all the
muscles from his chest through his knees flex
and rock him forward.
Even though his damaged thigh is thrumming, it’s minor; in
background of his consciousness because Cuddy’s
up against him and GOD it feels
SO good to rub himself right along that divine cleft.
his hands are now on Cuddy’s
waist, gripping the cloth of her skirt, fingers
tangling in the silk
lining. More sensory input to go along with the push of her tush
House fights to speak when all he wants to do is grunt and rub some
. . . “ her voice slides
through the semi-darkness, low and breathless, “. . . owe
fingers tighten convulsively
and he lifts his head as Cuddy widens her stance a
little. He leans
down, letting his torso stretch out along her back, dropping his
her as he traps Cuddy against her desk.
. . . was just to get you to
pull your panties down for me—“ he breathes.
harassment suits and personal assault charges flicker through his
right now higher brain function is shutting down as his
hips push, and the ridge of his
erection slides along the bare globes
of Cuddy’s ass.
laughs; the sound is husky, and
excited. “Oh no, you’re not getting out of it. I
you to kiss
my ass, Greg.”
words hang in the air, and House,
rubbing shamelessly on her now finds them
deliciously naughty. This
dark office in the aftermath of Cuddy’s fear is alive now
giddy passion and who is he to deny it? House brushes his chin along
her shoulder and
don’t want a lollipop?”
impatiently makes a soft negative
sound, her lithe body moving under his, writhing
in a counter rhythm
that’s going to have him coming in his shorts very soon if he
pull back. Reluctantly House lifts himself, and Cuddy keeps
looking over her shoulder at
he can’t believe how sexy she
looks right now. Cuddy is bent over her desk, skirt
up over her
waist, hose and panties down at mid-thigh. Her sweet butt with its
along the base of her spine is utterly hot, and House
realizes he WANTS to kiss it.
is breathing quick and fast now,
and House sees a hint of common sense
coming back to her, so he
reaches out and lays a hand on her butt, cupping one cheek
palm, savoring the feel of it.
a peach,” he breathes with a
sincerity that startles them both. Cuddy sucks in a
breath, and House
slowly bends down, fighting hard twinges through his damaged
He breathes in the scent of her skin; mingled perfume and musk, and
with warm deliberation he brushes his bristled cheek against her
gives a soft yodel. There really
isn’t any other word for it; a musical cry of
pleasure that makes
House throb savagely in response. He turns his face and
flicks his tongue out to lick the arch of one cheek and the moment
tongue touches her Cuddy tenses.
licks a circle on her ass, and
then opens his mouth, pressing his teeth against
that firm tushie,
the thrill running through his loins in a jolt of molten fire.
squeals, jolting forward,
knocking her pencil cup off the desk in a clatter. House
all and lets his mouth wander along the curve of the peach, moving
the cleft. Cuddy groans and one hand slides back, attempting
to touch his chin.
. . “
. . . “he tells her
dreamily, his words muffled against her butt. She can’t
giggle and House nips again, one hand sliding around a smooth thigh,
panty hose down further.
by little, inch by inch he
manages to kiss all of it, from cheek to cheek he realizes.
and nibble, every scrape makes Cuddy react. House has never heard
name uttered in so many ways—cursed and sung and gasped and
pleaded and hissed and his favorite, begged. By the time he’s
covered it all, Cuddy is
damp and desperate, her ass gleaming with
his saliva, her eyes wide and unfocused.
God . . . “ she moans,
shivering. House leans over her body once more, settling comfortably
against her ass, feeling possessive now of those charming globes.
breathes in her ear.
this is what being a sycophant
means, I’m all for it. You have no idea how close I
my wad here---“
hands reach back and find his
straining fly; with a dexterity that amazes him House watches as
Cuddy unzips his pants behind her back. She shoots him a smutty
dark fire in her gaze.
ready for that lollipop now.”
doesn’t need to be asked twice,
and after struggling to get free of his jeans and
boxers House sinks
himself into the gleaming cleft between Cuddy’s thighs,
deeply with a growl rising out of his throat now. He grips her hips,
oohhhhhh the squeeze, the searing slick grip of Cuddy
roasts him in sheer pleasure. He pumps, he pushes hard, not thinking
now, lost in the glide of muscle and skin, feeling savagely happy.
And then the crest rises and he feels his nipples harden under his
shirt. Beneath him Cuddy softly wails, her half-naked body
tight,tight,tight as she comes and
that’s such a fucking RUSH that
he comes too, the lancing pleasure pulsing hard and
deep from his
still paying for it two days
later. His leg is throbbing through the heaviest dose of
can take and still humanly function. His temper is savage, his mind
but through it all he’s determined not to do anything
but live on the memories.
has only seen Cuddy in the
distance for the last forty-eight hours. So when he
steps into the
half-full elevator and she comes sliding in with him, he’s
afraid of course, but even so, he
can’t help but check out the flare of her ass under
her skirt. She
catches his glance and for a moment her expression flickers off of
the professional mask. Then she clears her throat.
He responds, amused at her
tone. Something inside him relaxes a little. “Nice
skirt? Is it
rolls her eyes and waits until the
elevator is in motion. “I need you to follow up on
one of your
mind rolls back over the nameless
rabble from the clinic and he turns to look at her,
hope welling up
in his chest. Cuddy looks at him, and nervously licks her lips.
smiles. When the door opens, he
steps out and looks at her while the other
passengers are exiting,
and he dips his head down.
get on it after clinic, if
that’s okay with you.”
a moment she struggles not to
laugh, the relief on her face evident for a second or
two. Then she
In fact—“ she begins to
walk away, and House SWEARS she waggles her
glorious backside at him.
“—That would be just peachy.”