Cuddy sat in her office. After having a satiable affair with House in secret for the past two months, with both of them pushing and pulling at each other, Cuddy had both felt extreme pleasure, and intense indignation towards House throughout their torrid Любовь affair.

Cuddy began tapping her poised, pale, perfectly manicured fingers on the hard mahogany desk; Cuddy was troubled. Her eyes were trembling under her thick eyelashes when she could foresee Wilson entering her office, and he did moments after this thought crossed her lucid mind.

“Morning.” Wilson spoke in an upbeat tone, as he moved cautiously towards the chair in front of Cuddy’s desk.

“What are Ты doing here?” Cuddy’s voice was wavering, and raspier than usual.

“I came to ask Ты if Ты wanted me to do еще clinic hours today, a few of my patients have…moved on.”

A small cough to clear his throat broke the awkward silence. Cuddy still could not meet Wilson’s eyes, until he sliced through the tension with two words.

“I know.” A sound of relief stuck through his voice, as if he had held his breath in for hours and could now breathe.

Cuddy’s eyes focused in on Wilson’s forgiving face. “It was so obvious; the fearless mood swings, and then the soft conversations following the arguments.”

Relaxing back into her chair, she held both her hands in a tight grip on her lap with her face hanging low as she remained in deep thought.

“I know that he loves me.” Her voice was quiet, and calm. Wilson’s eyes never stopped watching her body movement, not matter how small they were, he knew how to read her.

“You don’t?” Wilson sounded surprised, his eyebrows raised and his Шоколад brown eyes widened.

Cuddy stayed silent, taking a deep breath, and then looking to the side.

“If I did, I’d know I’d get hurt. I’d rather, live in denial, and negate everything that has been happening than admit my feelings.”

“If House can say it, why can’t you?”

Cuddy sat up and rested her face gently on the palm of her hand. “He didn’t. I just know that he does.”

Wilson and Cuddy just gave each other an exasperated look at each other.

“You can do your clinic hours.” Cuddy smiled with a nonchalant look on her face, as if everything she had previously divulged to Wilson, hadn’t happened.

With a weak smile, Wilson stood up and walked away.


*


House and his team had just arrived back in the outer office, when House noticed Cuddy sitting in his chair, in his office.

Faintly smiling, he immediately turned back to look at his team with a grimace. Trying to get them back out of the office as soon as possible, he began his usual monologue; ripping apart their technique and behaviour, before giving them a Список of tests to conduct before they could even step back into the office.

Strangely, none of his underlings clocked that Cuddy was waiting patiently in the Далее room. After watching them all leave, he slowly walked into his office through the adjacent door.

“You’re late.” Cuddy smirked slightly at the corner of her mouth, with her legs seductively crossed, as she swung slowly and gently on House’s стол письменный, стол chair.

“Troublesome case. If Ты wanted me all the time, simplify the patients Ты give me. If none of them lied as much as they do, we wouldn’t have to cut our meetings short.”

Cuddy stood up and walked over towards House, after looking behind him and through the glass walls, the corridor was unusually empty.

Looking back up at House, she leaned in to Kiss him, as he kissed back, he couldn’t control himself when she began to pull back after a few seconds; holding her close so it would last longer.

When they finally did part, barely an inch apart, Cuddy smiled and moved back slightly trying not to let the moment slip through her fingers, whilst still checking no one had seen them.

“That was nice.” Her breathy, and low pitch voice seemed to make the hairs on the back of House’s neck stand up, as she let out a sweet and soft sigh.

Before they knew it, after only a 20 секунда break, staring at each other and rolling of the lips, Cuddy and House were involved in another еще passionate locking of the lips; the force of each other like a battle that both wanted to be in control over.

Cuddy began pulling at House, moving him towards the blinds, and then tugging on the cable in anticipation, closing them, so they could be in private.

Biting House's bottom lip, and breathlessly moaning, the two of them were engaged in a rough battle. Cuddy grabbing at his back, holding on tight as House began biting her neck.

As House led her to his desk, he cleared it in one sweeping motion; the noise of crashing stationary and heavy paperweights didn’t deter them for one second. Lifting her onto the desk, they were now completely in their own world.