Hi everyone! This is my National Writing Month Novel, which means that there are several chapters already written. It's not finished yet, although it is 50,000 words. Since there are about ten - twelve chapters already written, I'll be updating every two - three weeks. I'll warn you now though, I don't think this is my best, because I was under a thirty day deadline and was sleep deprived and desperate to get to the word count 75% of the time. Anyways, I hope you guys like it though. Let me know what you think in the reviews! Oh, and please make sure to check out "You Don't Know My Mind" by incendioctober. We made a deal that if she posted her Nano Novel, I would post mine, so please make sure to read hers as well, because it's fantastic. So here you go! Enjoy.
She had no idea why she had even said yes. All she knew was that he was bored and wanted someone to go out for a drink with. She had hesitated at first, but then she had remembered how a little over a week ago he had come to comfort her when she was at her lowest. That was the only reason she had agreed. She owed it to him. At least that's what she told herself.
She had always known that she was attracted to him. In all honestly, she had always been attracted to him. It was becoming more and more apparent that he too was attracted to her. He wasafter all the one who had kissed her. His behavior around her had changed since then almost as though he was trying to get her attention more than ever. So what harm would it be to out for drinks with him? They were two friends, who shared a mutual attraction that neither one had either confirmed nor denied.
The booth they shared was perfectly situated at the back of the bar in a secluded corner. She took a sip of her vodka and cranberry juice as he watched her, stirring his scotch with his straw.
"Why did you say yes?" He asked suddenly, almost as though he was trying pull it out of her.
"Why does it matter?"
"Then why did you ask?"
"Because I could."
She let out a soft chuckle, watching him as he smirked in response.
"I never got to properly thank you..." She said softly, recalling the other night when he had showed up at her door and comforted her like no one else could. She had been heartbroken, so upset that she had considered taking a short leave from work in order to recover. Then he was there and she had yelled at him, and then he had kissed her. He kissed her. One moment she was growling at him, telling him how much of a jerk he was. The next she was in his arms, their lips meeting, tongues clashing. Her hands were at his face, and he had pulled her up against him. It had ended as soon as it had started. They had pulled away, breathless, both wanting more but neither brave enough to try. Before she could even speak, she had heard the door close behind him. She should have told him to come back, called his name when he turned away and headed towards the door.
"Last week. When you stopped by... I never said thank you. You comforted me, when no one else bothered to."
"You're my boss. The last thing I needed was you having an emotional breakdown. That would lead to you doing something dumb, like resigning, and as much of a pain in the ass you are, without you I have no job." He replied shrugging.
He wasn't telling the total truth. He wasn't mentioning how if she ever resigned he would miss the sexually charged arguments on the care of his patients, how he would miss watching her get what she wanted when it came to meetings with the head of department, the confidence she showed when she got the heads of every department to succumb to her wishes, himself included.
He looked up at her and saw her lips turn upwards in the smallest of smiles and in a flash it was gone.
She was attractive when she smiled. Regardless of her facial expression she was attractive, but when she smiled, she was more than attractive. She was... He couldn't put a word to what exactly she was, he wasn't one to think or publicly refer to women as 'beautiful' or 'gorgeous'. But those other women weren't Cuddy. They were bland and boring, with no sign of weren't vivacious, didn't have the body of a twenty – five year old at thirty – eight. They didn't have the ferocity of a tigress contained in the small frame of a five foot two inched, gray eyed brunette.
"As I was saying... I wanted to thank you." She watched him take a chug of his drink before responding. He had unbuttoned his collar, and she couldn't help but stare at the small part of exposed skin there.
"So that's why you came? As a thank you for getting you going?"
She could feel herself redden at his comment, the smallest feeling of embarrassment coursing through her. It was almost as though he had been reading her mind just seconds before.
"N-no. I needed a night out, you gave me an opportunity to do so when you asked me to come out with you for drinks."
House chuckled as she rolled her eyes. He knew just how close the attraction between was to resulting in something more. He more he jabbed at the right places, the more he saw just what she wanted from him. But the question was did he want the same?
It was possible. He was attracted to her. She was quite the catch. She was good looking and her wit was enough to match his own. She was the only woman to catch his attention since Stacy. There had been hookers of course, but those were just meaningless fucks, there would be nothing awkward afterward. No avoidance, no strings attached later on.
"Why did you ask me to come with you anyway? You could've asked Wilson, or one of your fellows."
"Touché, Cuddles, touché."
"Isn't it obvious?"
"Oh it's obvious", she thought. "You want to sleep with me, just as badly as I'd like to sleep with you."
"Nothing is ever obvious with you House." She took another sip of her drink, contemplating on what to say next if he said what she was expecting him to say.
"Not even what I'm getting at?"
"What are you implying?"
"I asked you here because I think you're... interesting."
"Interesting?" Cuddy raised an eyebrow, caught off guard by his response. It was nowhere near what she had expected to hear.
"You're not like everyone else. You're different."
"Are you calling me a freak?"
"No. Let me finish before you bitch at me for something I didn't say."
"Well go on."
"As I was saying... You're different. Not in a bad way, but in a goodish way."
"Do go on House, your way of charming a woman is so intricate." She knew that teasing him would just make him more irritated, and it amused her to know that she could control him in that manner.
"Will you just shut up for once?"
"Do you like me House? Is that what you're getting at?"
"Oh please, it's not like you don't like me."
"So you're not denying it? You like me? Do you want me?"
"Doesn't matter if I want you or not, because I can see it in your eyes that you want me."
She smirked before letting out a skeptical laugh.
"Is that so?"
House rolled his eyes at her before leaning across the small table and pulling her face towards his.
His hand was at the nape of her neck, his fingers intertwined in her hair. Cuddy swallowed, anticipation causing a shiver to run down her spine, his touch sending a shock to her system.
He watched her reaction. Her pupils dilated as he stared into them, their faces just inches apart.
"I know so." He growled into her ear before sitting back down. He could almost see her pulse pounding against her neck, satisfying him that he had indeed gotten her worked up in just the way he'd wanted to.
"And if you're wrong?" She challenged, not knowing what had prompted her to do so. Maybe it was the alcohol. Or maybe it was the adrenaline coursing through her at the thought of what could possibly happen.
"I'm never wrong."
She let out a small giggle as he pushed her up against the front door before rubbing his stubble against her neck.
"Hold on. Let me open the door first!"
She felt so bad, almost naughtyfor what was about to happen. She was his boss for god's sake. This was not something that she should permit. She fumbled with her keys before successfully opening the door on her second attempt and pulling him inside. She pushed him back against the door, pressing her lips against his as she pulled off his leather jacket.
"Jesus Cuddy, I didn't know you liked it rough." House said when she broke away, seeing the glimmer of desire in her dazzling gray eyes. How could it have possibly taken him so long to make a proper pass at her? He had made passes at her for years, yet now was when they were finally doing something about it.
"There are a lotof things you don't know about me." She winked before moving her hands towards the buttons of his shirt. "I've had a lot of experience since that one night twenty years ago."
He slipped his hand up her blouse, a shiver running down her spine at the sensation his touch was causing. It had been such a long time since she had had someone touch her the way he did. It didn't even matter that they were doing this without thought, that it was a build up of everything that had happened between them, another step towards the inevitable. His touch was gentle, and even as he thumbed the small of her back she could feel the desire burning within. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled her up against him and brought their faces together once more. His tongue entered her mouth, and she could still taste hour old whiskey on it. They weren't even drunk. They were both in their right mind, and could easily stop this from happening at any moment. But they didn't. They both wanted it to happen just as badly as the other.
He could have easily stopped himself from agreeing to this, but why would he? The fact that she was his boss didn't bother him. The fact that there would most likely be hell to pay afterward? He was fine with it. Opportunity arose and he was not going to miss his chance. He'd been attracted to her for years. This was something that would have happened either way, so why drag it out when it was obvious that they were both at their peaks when it came to the sexual tension between them? She was willing to take him as he was, the drug addicted son of a bitch, who treated everyone like crap. He highly doubted there would be any other woman willing to put up with his bullshit. He pulled away from her and pressed his lips against her neck, smirking when he felt her throat vibrate as she let out a soft groan.
Cuddy felt his hands leave her back and move up towards her chest, his fingers trailing along her taunt abdomen. They stopped just below her breasts.
"Go on." She mumbled, gasping as she felt his thumb brush against her nipple, causing it to rise in an instant.
That feels... nice."
"I know a few other things that'll feel nicetoo."
Sooner than either had expected it they were in the bedroom. Cuddy quickly unbuttoned his shirt, noticing that it was the blue one she'd always loved on him. She pushed it off of his shoulders before he pulled her sweater over her head. Her hands flew to his zipper, pulling it down in one quick motion just as he tugged on the bottom of her skirt, getting it down under her hips. She slipped out of it in the same moment he stepped out of his pants.
He pulled her to him once more and she let out a small squeak before they fell onto the bed, his hands exploring the luscious curves of her body as he felt her press herself closer to him, her arms wrapping around his neck, their tongues almost numb from their battle for dominance. She could feel his erection against her inner thigh and she pushed against him, causing him to moan in anticipation.
"Slow down cowboy, we're not exactly ready to go yet..." She teased, running her hand along his jaw.
She felt his hand slide behind her back, and his skilled fingers easily unlatched her bra. She slipped it off, his hand slowly massaging her breast, as he hooked an arm around her waist and flipped them.
He was on top of her now and he could tell that his weight against her was driving her mad. He looked at her, and she gave him a knowing look. He buried his face between her ample breasts, his hand sliding down between her thighs. His finger hooked along the lace of her thong and he slipped it down to her knees. Her hands were at his boxers in a blink of an eye, and he groaned as she slid her hand inside of them before yanking them off. He dipped a finger between her legs, causing her to let out a frantic whimper. The fact that she was slick with want told him she was ready for him. He teased her entrance with the tip of his cock, smirking when she let her head fall back against the pillows, a soft pleading moan escaping her. He entered her quickly, the strength he used causing her to moan in pleasure. She was tight around his throbbing member, her inner muscles already compressing against him as his lips found her neck. He could tell that it had been a while since she had gotten laid, and he couldn't help but wonder why. She was a desirable woman. He had seen the looks men gave her when she walked through the clinic and into her office. She turned heads.
He moved inside her at a steady pace, her hands pulling his hips against hers as she ground against him.
Cuddy let out a euphoric whimper as House pushed himself deeper inside of her core, her legs spreading farther apart. The sound of tearing fabric reminded them both that her thong had still been around her knees. She let out a soft, throaty laugh before wrapping her legs around him. Her nails were digging into the skin of his back, her forehead against his shoulder as his movements increased, each thrust driving them both closer to their breaking point. She shuddered beneath him as she pulled his face towards hers, capturing his lips within her own. Her fingers grabbed at the baby curls at the nape of his neck. She was so close that she could barely feel her body. The euphoria already coursing through her veins had numbed her body.
She arched her back towards him at the perfect moment. He hit her in just the right spot, so hard it almost hurt.
"House." She moaned in a mixture of both pain and pleasure, her breath coming and going in small gasps as she climaxed, her orgasm shaking her. He continued to move inside of her as her lips met with his once more. He could feel himself almost reaching his breaking point. He pushed into her hard, causing another pleasurable moan to escape her.
"Do that again." She murmured against his lips. He did it again, several times, each time causing a her to become more and more vocal about her approval and just how he was driving her towards the point of a second orgasm. She cried out his name again, a moan so thick with lust and heat that he groaned as he came inside of her, her name slipping out of his mouth with ease. He slid out of her, surprising himself when he pulled her into his arms as he dropped down beside her, planting a kiss on her shoulder.
"Exhilarating..." She replied breathlessly, turning to face him, her hand reaching up and touching his face before she could stop herself.
He had pulled her into his arms. For the second time in the last week. It surprised her. It scared her. This was Gregory House of all people. They just had sex, for the first time without any relationship other than the sexual tension they had shown over the past thirteen years.
She took a deep breath. They needed to discuss what had just happened. She needed to know what would happen from here.
"We can talk about this later." He replied, loosening his grip on her waist.
"We really shouldn't wait."
"Cuddy, shut up. Wait until the morning, then we can discuss whatever the fuck we've got going on here."
"There's no need to be so hostile."
She turned, pulling herself further away from him, but not far enough for his arms to no longer be around her. She had missed the feeling of being in someone's arms, she wasn't going to miss out it just because he had snapped at her. This was House, she knew what she was getting herself into when she had accepted his invitation for drinks, there was no reason to get upset at his jabs.
It had only taken her a few minutes to fall asleep and press herself against him. Her head laid against his shoulder, her right hand on his chest. He looked down at her and felt something different, a feeling that had been dormant for so long that it's resurfacing scared him.
He had never thought that his attraction towards her would result in something more, but that the fact that she had wanted to discuss it was a sign that it could result in something more. If she wanted a relationship he could accept that. He had denied the fact that he did want a relationship with her. Not only to others, but to himself. Since he had kissed her, he had told himself that it was it, nothing more would come from it, nothing more could come from it. He had hoped that the itch he had felt afterward would have simmered down, but it hadn't. Every time he had seen her he felt the need to bother her more than usual. He had almost turned into a school boy, trying to court the girl he had a crush on. Now here he was in her bed, with her draped over him, his arm around her, scared as hell as to what could come.