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Behind Closed Doors
By Coco
Cuddy's head leaned on her fist as she leaned over her desk, staring at a piece of paper she wasn't exactly reading. She was starting to feel a pain in her neck- that for once wasn't House. She sat up and stretched out.
"That's a lovely sight..." Stacy grinned as she walked into the office.
Cuddy smiled and blushed modestly. "Did you want something?" Cuddy pretended that she didn't know what Stacy wanted. What Stacy always wanted.
What Cuddy had no qualms about giving her.
"Yeah, I have a big file for you to read. Big legal thing." Cuddy looked up at her, one eyebrow raised in skepticism. Stacy broke out into a grin. "What do you think I want?"
"Meet me in the MRI room."
"No one needs any MRIs anytime soon?"
"Just go." Cuddy grinned.
"I love when you do your whole 'dean of medicine' thing."
"If you're not out of my office in the next five seconds you're fired." Cuddy teased.
"Ok, I'm going." She grinned. "See you soon..."
"Where are you going? You have clinic duty." Wilson exclaimed, seeing House hobbling away from the clinic.
"How long have you known me?" House threw over his shoulder.
"Cuddy'll have your ass if you don't get your clinic hours this week."
"...all the more reason."
Wilson rolled his eyes.
"I left my iPod somewhere." House confessed.
"And you couldn't trick Cameron into running around the hospital looking for it?"
"I've missed my girls."
Cuddy was shoved back against the MRI machine. "Mmm, and they've missed you, too." She grinned, her head lolling back as Stacy's hands cupped Cuddy's breasts and her lips descended on her neck.
Cuddy's hands gripped Stacy's thighs and pulled her tight to her. Her nails digging into her ass. "You've been working out."
Stacy grinned against her neck and pressed into her harder.
"iPod... iPod..." House opened the door to the MRI room and stepped inside. "Ah. iPod." He picked it up.
"Did you miss me?" he crooned to the shiny white device. "I promise I'll never leave you alone again."
He turned to leave the room. But stopped. His attention was drown to the room on the other side of the glass. He squinted his eyes, not believing what he was seeing. His mouth dropped open slightly for a short moment before his lips curled in a grin.
He was pretty sure he was well hidden in the shadows. But let's be honest. They were otherwise occupied anyway.
He shoved the iPod in his pocket and pulled out his pager.
'MRI room now." Send to... Wilson.
Wilson checked his pager. He decided to ignore it. Favoring his paperwork instead of indulging House and his selfish whims.
His pager beeped again.
'NOW'
He sighed knowing House had gotten something into his head and wouldn't stop until Wilson showed up or he died. He thought about the woman with the breast implants and decided that humoring House once in a while was worth it.
All he knew was there better someone with big boobs in the MRI room or there'd be hell to pay.
He opened the door and peeked in. "What?"
"Not so loud. Come here."
Wilson sighed heavily and dragged himself dramatically to join House. "Are you hiding from Cuddy and got lonely?"
"James..." House started, "There comes a time in every man's life when he feels it's time to share something truly special -and dare I say, erotic?- with his best friend. Well, my friend. That time is now."
"What?" He narrowed his eyes at him.
House nodded towards the other room.
Wilson turned towards the MRI room, not expecting what he was about to see.
"Close your mouth. You're drooling."
Cuddy moaned, her fingers sliding easily through Stacy's hair and scratching lightly at her scalp.
Stacy's tongue expertly teased and treated Cuddy's nipple while Cuddy's other hand squeezed Stacy's ass. Cuddy's pleased noises enough to spur her on.
"Stop teasing!" Cuddy growled, giving Stacy's hair a tug.
Stacy grinned, taking Cuddy's bottom lip into her mouth as her hand slipped past Lisa Cuddy's waistband. She bit down playfully, feeling Cuddy squirm under her hand.
"This is so much better than the L Word."
"Something's been bothering me." House said, cocking his head to the side thoughtfully. "Does L stand for lesbian?"
"Probably." Wilson said distractedly.
"Hey, do you think if we page Foreman he'll bring us popcorn?"
Cuddy arched her back as Stacy's fingers slipped into her. She bucked her hips and moaned. Stacy's skilled fingers brought Cuddy closer and closer to the edge. Cuddy could tell she wasn't Stacy's first girlfriend and she knew she wasn't going to be her last.
Cuddy briefly wondered if Stacy had had a girlfriend while she was with House, but didn't have much time to give it the thought it didn't really deserve anyway as her orgasm slammed into her.
Her eyes clenched shut as she bit her lip to keep from crying out.
She could feel Stacy smiling against her collarbone. Smiling smugly. She was always so pleased with herself every time Cuddy had an orgasm. Cuddy found it endearing.
Her heart rate was slowing to normal and her thoughts were once again gaining coherency. She looked up and locked eyes with Dr. Gregory House.
"Uh-oh."
"Yeah, uh-oh!" Wilson was out of his lesbianism enduced haze, realizing that House had once again sucked him into a very terrible, but strangely gratifying, idea. Wilson did, however, have the good sense to, well, haul ass.
"Fuck! I'm going to kill him!" Cuddy yelled.
"That's a new one." Stacy teased, nipping at her earlobe. "But I like where you're going with this. Go on."
"Stacy let go."
Stacy pulled away looking confused and poised on the verge of offense.
Cuddy sighed heavily. "We're not alone."
"...I'm going to kill him."
The End