Why I Must Have Sex With wewe - Cuddy to House

“Oh shut up already! wewe give me what I want wewe I give wewe what wewe want, deal? Just finish what you’ve started.”

“Deal” the devilish smile appeared on his face as he moved his way back ton the juu of her.


He kissed her forcing his tongue into her mouth again and again, taking off her bra and threw it behind himself inayofuata to his shirt. He caught Cuddy kwa her waist and lift her one step higher as his face was now on the level of her breasts. He kissed her chest and started to unzip his pants.

“Do wewe wanna make upendo to me?” he asked placing small kisses on her on her stomach.

“House...”...

Ok, guys, a girl that watched the complete promo today ilitumwa this and I died again when I read it!!! PREPARE YOURSELVES FOR MAJOR HUDDY HOTNESS!!!


>>In the inayofuata part of the promo that is not on the Youtube video, wewe see them actually kiss and her hand is behind his head on his neck. When i first saw the whole thing on earlier tonight i could not stop shaking for half an saa because i was so excited!!!!!!

It was her left hand that was behind his head and his posture kind of makes me think that he still had his cane in his hand, but wewe can only really see there heads

Okay, this is turning...

I wrote this long time ago...I hope someone will gona like it...


Cuddy's office, she was talking with one of the nurses, when Wilson camed. She doesnt stopped talking even she saw that he camed. "- We need to talk...", his voice was low and sad, she didint noticed this, "- Ok, just a minute...", she even doesnt rised up her eyes. "-I think wewe would like to hear this.....alone." Cuddy get scared little bit, so she asked nurse to leave them. "- So whats happend now...?", she went until her tabel, put some documents on it and turned at Wilson, "- Wilson..? It's House ?", Wilson was looking at...

House got out of kitanda after the longest of the nights. He had barely slept a wink after a full night, tossing and turning in the cotton sheets beneath him. He stumbled out of bed, landing on the floor. The pain in his leg ached. And so did his hand. He attempted to stand up, getting on his feet making his way to the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror and slid his hand across his face. His beard faded all the way up to his hair, fading into stubble. He checked his eyes to see if his vicodin had finally shot his liver, as he did every morning.
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Cuddy's eyes shot open. A screaming Rachel...