The reflection of what had happened last night distracted House from the mundane elevator موسیقی as he went down to the ground floor, his duffel bag slung over his shoulder, and his cane propped at an angle.

After the monotone ding, the doors opened, and House walked towards the bar to his right, it’s dark shady atmosphere was مزید appealing than sightseeing, یا walking around in the sunshine outside whilst he waited for his check out time, and the slow blues song selection it had was so tempting to him.

Dropping his bag to the ground, her sat up on the bar stool, before ordering a whisky, on the rocks. As he waited observantly for his drink, he brushed his slight bristly beard as he turned to look behind his shoulder, at the numerous amounts of people leaving the elevators every five یا ten minutes.

“Thanks.” Holding his drink, with a sense of possession, House began his long methodical habit of nursing his drink, whilst still peering behind his shoulder every now and again, hoping she would catch his eye یا notice his cane.

But Cuddy was still lying on سب, سب سے اوپر of the bed, with nothing but her bathrobe کی, بیتھروبی on. Her mind filled with last night, and the feelings that ravaged through her body as he kissed her in the places only he knew she was sensitive in. Their mutual understanding of each other, made it even مزید amazing; he knew she loved her hair being ruffled up سے طرف کی his large hands, and she knew he loved being teased with her tongue and her delicate fingers.

Closing her eyes she could picture it even clearer, and her body felt right at ہوم memorizing everything he did to her, all the things she liked, the secret places he knew were to go first.

Stop she کہا to herself, as she could almost feel her body being taken over completely. Opening her eyes immediately she stared up at the silvery cobweb that covered the light above her.

Putting her hands back beside her body, she sat up, and put on her bra and her other outfit she had brought; a black سکرٹ, گھیرنا that clung to her like a wet t-shirt does, and a white long sleeve شرٹ, قمیض she buttoned up half way, leaving the upper two buttons open.

It wasn’t until she put on her black high pumps, that she sighed with discontent at the awareness that she wasn’t wearing underwear.

Damn, looking back around the room before she left with her large bag she saw no sign of it, and then she hit the side of her face gently at the fact that the only place they could be, would be with House.

*

The elevator doors opened at the ground floor, and Cuddy walked towards the check in, handing her bag to the check in girl before spinning round on her heels, and saw House sitting at the bar.

Walking towards him, with her usual swaying of the hips and seductive aura, House turned round at the right time.

The bartender noticed them as he cleaned the empty glasses at the other end of the bar, with a slight smile as he could see the sparks.
“What the hell are آپ playing at?” Cuddy leaned on the marble and mahogany finish on the bar, crossing her feet slightly as she gave a burning look down at House’s face.

“What. I can’t drink? We’re not at the hospital now…Lisa.”

Cuddy flinched, he had never spoken her first name in over twenty years, the words seemed to shake her and distract her for a moment, to the delight of House.

“I am still your boss.”

House smugly laughed under his breath before taking another sip of his drink,

“I think آپ proved that last night, don’t آپ think?”

Cuddy looked away, and bit her bottom lip to stop herself from smiling broadly, lowering her head and glancing at the bar tender to the side; he was smiling and laughed silently to himself. This did not impress Cuddy, who was feeling self-conscious having this conversation in front of strangers.

Focusing back on House, his eyes still enjoying watching her squirm, reaffirming his theory that she was still his.

“No-one knows us here. They wouldn’t care anyway.” He whispered to her, as he placed his arm on the small of her back, pulling her in slightly, feeling that she wasn’t resisting.

Edging her closer towards him, he breathed slowly and sensually سے طرف کی her ear, which seemed to weaken her at the knees.

“Let go.” His low toned plea for her to let go of the reigns that she had fastened tightly to herself over the years, he wanted her to release them when she was with him, just once.

Pulling back so he was facing her again, they looked into each other’s eyes, and she kissed him faintly on the lips, a sign she was willing to let go for the first time.

The faint kiss led to House putting his other hand behind her head, immersing them in the mass of curls that flowed down her shoulders, bringing her closer for a longer and مزید meaningful kiss. Their only break in between kissing was to switch tongues and for Cuddy to smile as they both broke character for the first time in decades.

It was like slow motion, the world surrounding them was a separate entity to them. Cuddy pulled away, and she instantly felt a heavy sensation sink down her throat and into the pit of her stomach.

“My flights in an hour. I’ve got to go.” Her voice was full of regret as she was trying weakly, to get House to relinquish his hold on her. Her breath was shallow as was his, her breath filled with the smell of the whisky he was drinking; it was fiery and left a remembering sensation in her mouth that would last the flight back to Plainsborough.

“Right.” Bringing her closer once more, to remember the smell of her hair, and her milky skin, they both closed their eyes. The smooth slow blues song in the background become مزید prominent as they looked back at each other, before he let her go.

“I’ll see آپ back at work House.” Walking away slowly, knowing he would be watching her leave. His eyes focused on her legs then her ass, before the bouncing curls down the nape of her neck.

He smiled before bringing the nearly empty glass of whisky up to his lips, and he pursed them around the ridge, still keeping her in his vision until she was out of sight.

“Damn.” Words left his lips softly, and under his breath, as he turned on his سٹول back towards the bar.