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26 December 2007 @ 12:03 pm
For housetango  
Title: Wicked Games
Author: Pryllie prylliepwns
Rating: Hard R, probably NC-17
Disclaimer: Copyright of all characters is David Shore, song lyrics by Chris Isaac
Summary: A natural progression of the deal struck between Cuddy and Foreman. This follows directly after Cuddy tells Foreman she'll pretend she's not doing him a favor and he says "I can start Monday".
Dedication: For housetango who inspired this pairing by being so nonspecific with her want list.
Word Count: 1564
Pairing: Cuddy/Foreman





There was an almost eerie quiet in the office as Foreman finished his sentence. Cuddy picked up a pen off her desk and sat back in her chair, twirling it.

“Monday’s fine,” Cuddy replied in that particular husky tone she normally reserved for House. “But there are a few things we need to discuss. Like how you’re going to be servicing me.”

The pen flickered back and forth between her fingers, more quickly now, almost as if she were nervous. But Cuddy didn’t get nervous. Foreman arched an eyebrow at her choice of words. He didn’t figure she meant an actual servicing, but with Lisa Cuddy one never knew. Walking over to the chair in front of her desk, he settled into it languidly, crossing an ankle over his knee. An eye on the tempting neckline of her cream sweater, he forced himself to drag his eyes up to her face.

“You’ve intrigued me. How exactly am I going to be ‘servicing’ you?”

A tinge of pink crept over her face as she realized her misstep. It wasn’t so much a wrong choice of words as a Freudian slip. One thing, probably the only thing not well known around the hospital about Cuddy was her affinity for Foreman. One of the main reasons she fought so hard for House to apologize and ask Foreman to stay was her need to watch his tight ass walk down the hallways on a daily basis. It was the driving force behind her hiring him back. The icing on the cake was having a spy in House’s camp, and she knew Foreman would be willing to do just about anything for her, now that she was the only game in town.

It was with that in mind that she decided on her next course of action. Standing, she strode over to her office door, locking it and closing all the blinds. “I’ve got a couple of things in mind,” she said seductively, an almost palpable taste of whiskey to her voice. It was like drinking fourteen year old scotch: slow, smooth and good to the last drop. Foreman felt a distinct tightening in his trousers.

“Namely?” he asked with a growing sense of anticipation. Never in the three years he’d worked with House had he ever dreamed this could happen with Cuddy.

Coming up behind him, she trailed a finger along the neckline of his stately blue shirt. It went so well with the dark grey-blue suit and pastel printed tie. Foreman always knew how to dress. She liked that in a man.

“I need someone to report back to me all the things House is doing with his new team, and I use that term loosely. I want you to be my eyes and ears in that team. Wherever they go, whatever they do, you report back to me. Understood?” She came around the chair to stand in front of him, leaning back against the desk, her hands on either side of her.

“Not that I don’t appreciate the job,” Foreman began, his eyes again being drawn to her more than ample bustline, “but what exactly am I going to get out of this? House is going to make my life miserable for being your spy.”

Cuddy noticed where his eyes had fallen yet again and was emboldened by his apparent attraction. Her eyes followed from his down his body to his lap, where she noticed a visible bulge in his groin. It gave her the impetus for her next decision. She hiked her skirt up just a bit and placed her foot on the seat of his chair next to his leg. He brought his leg down from his knee to touch the floor and sat up straight, curious about her actions. Her leg crossed over his and she placed her foot between his legs, the tip of her shoe nudging his groin.

“Oh there are benefits to you doing what I want,” she murmured, her foot pushing forward a bit more, massaging his growing erection. “Just like there are some obvious benefits to having you in this office. With a locked door. And the shades drawn.” Foreman smiled at her statement, and drew his own conclusions. His hand slid up the back of her calf, passing her knee, trailing up her thigh to skim under the hemline of her skirt. Brushing his knuckles across the apex of her thighs, he was pleasantly surprised to find out she wore no underwear that day. Cuddy’s eyelids fluttered closed and a moan escaped her lips. It’d been awhile since someone had touched her there, and she was beginning to think that her dry spell would never end. Fortunately for her, Foreman was amenable to her demands.

Pushing her leg back down, he reached forward to draw her to him, her legs naturally straddling either side of his. Foreman pulled her down onto his lap, her skirt stretched impossibly wide and he watched with eager anticipation as it slid up her thighs to bunch at her hips, revealing her to him. One hand came down to cup her ass as the other wound its way into her hair. He pulled her head down, crushing his lips to hers and sighed in pleasure as she wrapped her arms around his neck, returning the kiss avidly.

He began to rock his hips up into hers unconsciously, his massive erection brushing against her wet heat. Cuddy broke the kiss suddenly, panting and breathless. “I want you now, Eric. We can go slow and take more time later. I want you to fuck me now.”

He needed no more encouraging as he let go of her hair and reached between them to unbutton and unzip his trousers, pulling his cock out. She looked down between them and nearly groaned at how big he was. God, how she was going to love fucking him. Returning her gaze to his face, she looked him straight in the eyes as he positioned himself at her entrance and began the arduous task of slipping inside her. She was tight and hot and he felt like he could come at any moment, but he forced himself to hold off. Inch by deliciously slow inch, he embedded himself in her until finally, after what seemed like hours he was encased by her slick hole. At that point she could hold back no more, and her head fell back, her eyes closed as she began to ride him, the height of her heels perfect for the task.

Foreman brought both of his hands to her hips, eager to help her in her quest to fuck him. No other sounds could be heard in the office, but the sounds of their bodies slapping together, their breathing quickening with the efforts of their endeavor. Foreman slipped a hand between them to brush over her clitoris and was rewarded with a soft moan from Cuddy, her head coming forward to bring her mouth to his again in a heated kiss. Their tongues mated hotly as the fervor of the kiss overtook them and she wound her arms around his neck as he wrapped his remaining arm around her waist, his hand still between their bodies, thumbing her clitoris.

She sped up her pace, feeling an orgasm building deep inside her and she broke off the kiss once again, her breathing coming quickly now, her chest heaving with the effort. “Oh God yes,” she moaned quietly, ever mindful of the possibility of someone walking by and hearing her. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” He grinned at her, quite pleased at her entreaty. His thumb worked her nub faster as he began to thrust up into her, deepening the angle exponentially. She cried out softly as her climax washed over her, and he began to fuck her harder, his hand finally coming out from between them. He wrapped both arms around her now, one finding purchase in her hair as he brought her neck down to him and buried his face in it, his lips sliding over the delicate flesh at her throat as his other arm held her tightly to his lap. He pushed her body down onto his cock even as he thrust up into her cunt, hard and fast. His thick shaft pulsated with the need to orgasm and he finally allowed himself that luxury, grunting into her neck as stream after stream of hot come shot into her. He continued to fuck her hard, slamming his cock into her over and over again until he was fully spent.

Foreman released his death grip on her waist and collapsed back into the chair, pulling her forward to fall against his chest. He brushed her hair back from his face and kissed her deeply, his full lips dancing over hers in an exotic tango. Their erratic breathing finally slowed and he opened his eyes to look at her, for the first time fully appreciating just how beautiful she really was. Cuddy looked down at Foreman, still impaled by his only partially softening cock and grinned.

“Still concerned about House making your life miserable? Or do you think the benefits of this job far outweigh any possible concerns you might have?”

He laughed deeply, his chest rumbling under her. “Oh, I think I can manage to get by. As long as I’ve got benefits.”
 
 
 
housetango: HousePartyhousetango on December 26th, 2007 09:22 pm (UTC)
Pryllie, I adore my gift!
Pryllie, this story is amazingly hot & perfectly written! You've written the characters in a very believable relationship. Lisa Edelstein is always joking about how Foreman could impregnate Cuddy...What lovely eyes their babies would have, if only your story could become canon!

Thanks for taking time out of this busy holiday season, to create such a wonderful House_Santa gift for me! Is it OK to add you to my friends list? I have saved your very special gift in my memories section.

I hope you're having the best holiday season!

With much appreciation & much admiration, from HouseTango





Call no man foe, but never love a stranger.: marry adrian pasdarprylliepwns on December 26th, 2007 09:57 pm (UTC)
I'm so glad!!
Absolutely you can add me! I'm so glad you like your story! I was joking about it with a couple people saying, "Well, this girl is going to get some Foreman/Cuddy because she was so non-specific!" and then the little fic!bunnie ran rampant in my head and inspired the icon. I wish I had better graphics skills because I would have so manipulated them into some kind of embrace in that icon, but alas, I am not that talented.

And I just realized that I'm a moron, because I wasn't specific in my wishlist either, I just put what stuff I like, not any pairings. XD

housetango: Cheershousetango on December 26th, 2007 11:22 pm (UTC)
Re: I'm so glad!!
It's a pleasure to add such a talented new friend as you...By the way, your graphic skills are great and I love your icons! Yes, I purposely left my request as non-specific as possible, just to leave you free to create anything that you wanted to try...I always find that we can be most creative, when there are no restrictions imposed. So, I'm even more impressed that you precisely went for something out of your usual comfort zone!

I think that it was actually very clever of you to also leave your request a bit non-specific...It's too easy, if the requests are very detailed & specific & I think that it's more fun, if the gift-giver has to do some research first!

I'm sending a virtual toast of thanks your way!
Call no man foe, but never love a stranger.: caffeineprylliepwns on December 27th, 2007 02:02 am (UTC)
Re: I'm so glad!!
Thank you so much! I'm not supremely impressed with my graphic skills, but they're passable. I wish I knew how to do so much more than I do. And I also wish I had a tablet. It would make cutting images out of pictures and pasting them into others so much easier.

And I agree that non-specific requests make things so much more fun. I enjoyed writing that fic, and I was happy with the icon.

Thanks! I'm cracking open a bottle of my champagne myself, treating myself after a long two days.
housetango: Daily Dose of Househousetango on December 27th, 2007 03:18 am (UTC)
Re: I'm so glad!!
Your caffeine icon is absolutely brilliant...It could be my anthem for life! I personally love all your icons that I've seen, so far...

I also wish that I was more of a graphics whiz...I have all the tools, but none of the skills to really make them work! I do love playing with graphics though & enjoy making the mess that I do...If I keep practicing, I might just get it right, some day!

Yes, I send you champagne for bravely & boldy entering a challenging, new fandom, on my behalf...You could wind up starting a really daring trend!
Cheers & rest well!