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Tennis Lesson
By Coco


House swung open Wilson's door. "Come on! We're going to be late!"

"I'm with a patient." He replied curtly.

"Wilson... it's Tuesday."

"And tomorrow is Wednesday. I'll talk to you later."

"It's Tuesday and it's two in the afternoon." House said, getting annoyed with Wilson and his stupidity.

"House, I said-" Then the realization hit him. "I'm sorry." He said to his patient. "I completely forgot about my previous appointment. Do you mind if we reschedule?"

"No, that's fine." The patient said, looking a little confused.

"Sorry," Wilson apologized again before slipping out and joining House in the hallway.

"I can't believe you forgot." House said after a few moments of walking.

"You almost let me forget! Why didn't you just say it?"

"What was I supposed to say? Uh, duh, Wilson, it's, like, Tuesday and you're late for ogling your boss having lesbian sex with her adulterous mistress?"

"...good point."

It had been a brilliant mistake that House had stumbled upon Cuddy and Stacy's "tennis lesson." He had been looking for her in a huff when word had reached him that she was regulating the amount of times a week he could refill his vicodin. He picked the lock on her door only to find it empty. He looked for her datebook, figuring he'd get to humiliate her in front of a board meeting or a group of investors.

The datebook was pulled unceremoniously from her desk drawer and he flipped hastily through the pages. "Stacy's Tennis lesson!" He declared annoyedly, carelessly slipping the book back.

It wasn't until he was at the indoor courts he remembered that Stacy had had extensive tennis lessons as a kid and played all the way through high school and Cuddy'd been on the UMich tennis team. Neither of these women needed lessons. He went for the door only to find that it was locked.

To a normal person a locked door meant do not enter, however to Gregory House it was a challenge. He picked the lock and was inside in a matter of seconds. Still in a huff he hurried through the equipment room only to stop and back track.

It was then that he realized there was a God. And God liked him.

Nearly two months later House had let Wilson in on his little discovery. From their vantage point behind the mirrored glass they could see everything. And life was good.

"Thanks a lot, Wilson!" House chided in a hushed whisper. "We missed them undressing each other. This is your fault."

"Just shut-up." Wilson mumbled.

Cuddy's hands moved appreciatively over Stacy's torso, her slender fingers caressing the soft skin. Stacy let out a soft sigh of contentment. Cuddy's fingers drifted over her stomach, causing her muscles to tense and relax, writhing gently against the movement.

Stacy cupped Cuddy's cheeks and brought her lips down in a searing kiss.

Wilson and House were under the assumption that these private "tennis lessons" were the only times that Stacy and Cuddy could really be together. And that throughout the week they had to go without seeing each other which led to an incredible amount of pent up sexual frustration. Well, that was the way that these things normally went in girl-on-girl porn...

Cuddy's heart pounded in her chest. She always felt invigorated during their encounters, adrenaline, fear and sheer desire coursed through her, fueling her actions. The administrator of the hospital should not be having sex in any part of the building. Let alone with one of her staff. Who happened to be a woman. A married woman, no less.

Stacy experienced similar sensations though her anxiety focused mainly on the married woman part, though the lesbian aspect of it posed to be a point of anxiety. Stacy grew up in the South and was not a stranger to hate crimes. Not that she committed any or was the object of one but she saw them everywhere and knew a lot of people who committed them.

It was scary and exciting being with Cuddy. Cuddy treated her and touched her like no one ever had before. It was tender and sweet with a hint of desperation and an overwhelming need.

Cuddy was drunk on Stacy. Her moans, her sensual movements, the feel of her fingernails raking over her skin, it was all enough to drive a girl crazy.

Cuddy let out a soft yelp as she toppled backwards. Stacy burst out laughing which made Cuddy laugh. "Bitch," she mumbled playfully as Stacy crawled over Cuddy and covered her body with her own.

Cuddy arched her back into the contact and let out a soft moan. Stacy kissed down her throat to her breasts. Stacy nuzzled in between them before lavishing attention to both her nipples, making Cuddy moan and squirm. "Stacy!" She gasped.

"Fuck, Lisa..." Stacy breathed against her stomach. "You are so sexy." She punctuated each word with a kiss, each kiss getting closer to Cuddy's center.

When Stacy's lips made contact with Cuddy's clit, she cried out, clutching desperately at her shoulders. "Stacy..." she moaned.

"I think Tuesdays are my favorite of all the days." Wilson said with a sigh of contentment.

Cuddy grabbed handfuls of Stacy's hair as Stacy's tongue worked busily between her legs. Cuddy cried out for her, desperate and aching with pleasure. Her back was arched almost painfully and her hips rolled immodestly against Stacy's onslaught.

Stacy's fingernails dug into Cuddy's toned ass, Cuddy gasped and bucked. Stacy pulled up, "careful," she scolded playfully. "You're gonna break my nose." She nipped at her stomach.

"Sorry," Cuddy whispered amidst a little grin, blushing softly.

"You better be sorry." Stacy grinned. "Because if you're not really sorry you're just going to have to finish this yourself."

"No!" Cuddy sat up, grinning. "I'm really really sorry."

"...say please." She breathed softly on her lips.

"Please. Oh god, please." Cuddy moaned softly, taking Stacy's hips and pulling her closer.

"Please Stacy!" Wilson pleaded from the other side of the glass.

House smacked him in the head. "You're such a tool. Just shut-up."

Wilson glared at him, rubbing the back of his head annoyedly.

Stacy pushed Cuddy onto her back again, anchoring her shoulders with her hands. "Tell me how much you want me."

"God, I want you!" Cuddy groaned, "so badly. God, Stacy! Put me out of my misery!"

"When you put it that way who can refuse?" Stacy asked with a grin as she thrust two fingers deep into Cuddy. Cuddy screamed then, half in surprise and half in pure unadulterated pleasure. Her hips rolled, her thighs trembled and her muscles tightened. She could feel the heat moving up her body as she squeezed her eyes shut and moaned, Stacy's name on her lips as her orgasm washed over her in waves.

Her ragged breath echoed in the enclosed space, the hard floor was cold against her hot body. "God, I love you..." she breathed.

"What did she just say?" Wilson stood up and moved closer to the mirror.

"She just said she loved her..." House watched in amazement.

"I love you, too." Stacy whispered, leaning down and kissing her softly.

"Well..." Wilson said then paused. "I guess we finally solved the great mystery of how Stacy could possibly dump the incomparable Greg House."

"Just shut up," House grumbled with a playful grin. "Come on, the time's almost up, we have to get out of here."

"We have 20 minutes. You want to give them privacy! House you're a romantic!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Out. We're leaving."

The End

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