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Entry tags:	30kisses, greg house, greg house/lisa cuddy, house md, lisa cuddy, smut

FIC: "Confidentiality", Greg House/Lisa Cuddy
Title: Confidentiality
Author/Artist: hawkeyecat
Pairing: Dr. Gregory House/Dr. Lisa Cuddy
Fandom: House, M.D.
Community: 30kisses
Theme: #4. Our Distance and That Person
Disclaimer: Well, it could happen. Just hasn’t, as far as I know.
Rating: Adult/NC-17
Word Count: 1,181
Author’s Notes: Episode tag for 2x23 “Who’s Your Daddy”. Thanks to ceriebue819 for the beta.


She hadn’t asked him. It was almost a letdown. He’d been sure she would, when she came to thank him for doing the shots. Besides, he’d kill to get his hands on that ass again.

But she’d apparently gone with Wilson. Not surprising. Wilson was good-looking, nice on the surface, intelligent. Perfect candidate, besides that uncle who had died of cancer. No other family history of disease, except the brother who’d vanished—probably schizophrenic.

Why the hell had she picked Wilson?

The question grated over the morphine relief. He was fixating, dammit, and he shouldn’t be. Her choice. Why should he care?

Because he cared about her, he admitted grudgingly in the bare haze. She was a great boss, and good friend, much as they’d both deny it. They’d had good times in the past, some great sex. If he did the donation, the kid would be healthy. Cute. No predisposition on his side for anything. His mother didn’t even have osteopenia.

Besides, he’d make a good father. Wilson would only be interested until the kid was self-sufficient.

Goddamn downers. Sure, his leg stopped hurting, but he was left being mopey.

He was roused from the Pity Party of Wonders by a knock. Like he could get up to answer. Maybe they’d go away.

They didn’t. Dammit. He’d have to answer. House groped for his cane and pushed himself up cautiously. No disorientation, good. He’d judged the dose right.

The one person he was not expecting when he finally opened the door was Cuddy, in the fine flesh. “You’re supposed to be getting pregnant,” he told her gruffly. “Wilson doesn’t live here anymore.”

She rolled her eyes. “Wilson’s family history is a mess. You know that.” She pushed past him. “And I am getting pregnant.”

“Congratulations.” He sounded bitter, even to himself. “You pick a random donor after all?”

“No, actually, I took your advice.” She gave him a wry look. “Medically speaking, you’re a good one to listen to.”

He smirked slightly at that. “Found someone you like?”

“You could say that.” Cuddy stepped over to his couch and sat down, giving his coffee table a disapproving look. Oh, right, the needle.

“Morphine,” he explained. “Leg’s been killing me all week.” He’d been trying to go without, at least until Crandall’s not-daughter was okay. Made it this far.

She just nodded. “I wanted to thank you for taking care of the injections.”

“Already did that.” He was getting suspicious. What’d she really want, a volunteer for diaper duty?

“And to ask you to be my donor,” she continued, looking straight at him.

Now that he wasn’t expecting. He stared at her for a moment. “And you’re ovulating…now.”

Cuddy—Lisa—nodded at him. “And a sample would take too long.”

Aha. “So you want it right from the source.” Hah. Wilson wasn’t getting laid by her, after all.

“Assuming you’re clean,” she clarified. “Otherwise, I can wait another month.”

“All condoms, all the time,” he assured her. “Except this time.” Kinda counterproductive to use a barrier when pregnancy was the goal.

Lisa nodded and stood, smoothing her skirt. “It’s been a while.”

“Everything’s in working order.” He leered at her. “You have to be on top. Always did like that.”

“And you get to grab my ass,” she ribbed back. “Where’s the bedroom?”

“All business,” he mocked her. “There should be some pleasure, you know. Can help with conception.” Greg led the way down the short hall to his room, turning the blankets down before he sat to undress.

“You know, I’ve heard that. And I know a guy who’s always good for an orgasm.” Yeah, there was a reason he’d liked sleeping with her. She kicked off her pumps and slipped off her skirt, and he stopped what he was doing to watch. The skirt she laid out flat, blouse folded on top, before she dropped her bra and panties. “You’re such a voyeur. This kid’s not getting made if you keep your pants on.”

“Enjoying the show. First I haven’t had to pay for in…months.” But he stripped quickly in the second-nature, awkward way he’d developed over years of practice. He wasn’t hard yet, but touching her, kissing her, would make that happen.

Lisa sat beside him on the edge of the bed, and they kissed slowly, getting used to each other again. Greg’s hands rose to her breasts, caressing her slowly, and she hummed into his mouth. Oh yeah, he still had it. Then her hands were on him, small and feather-light, stroking along his chest, a nail catching against his nipple on the way down, and this was a way better distraction than the masseuse. Especially when her hand closed around him.

He moved on from her mouth to her neck, taking his time, making sure she was enjoying this as much as him. She’d once called him considerate, and he’d told her to wash her mouth out, but it was true. He liked knowing he was succeeding, even if it was just in giving her pleasure.

“C’mon, Greg,” she murmured. “Let’s get to the main event already.” Her hands were on his shoulders, urging him back, and he caught her by her ass, guiding her over him as they shifted. Lisa leaned in to kiss him as she sank down, and he didn’t bother guiding her movements, just felt her instead.

By the time he was panting and groaning, she’d called out his name once, and he felt her orgasm, muscles tightening around him. When he came, she moaned out his name again, and fell down against him, but only for a minute. Then she rolled over and stole a pillow, tucking it under her hips and drawing up her knees.

“You don’t have to help, you know,” she murmured. “With the baby. I can handle it on my own.”

He turned and watched her face. “If you wanted a hands-off dad, you would’ve asked Wilson.”

Lisa grimaced at that. “Or used a donor,” she admitted. “This kid should know its dad. If you want to have a part.”

“Wouldn’t have agreed if I didn’t.” He didn’t tell her how he’d wanted kids with Stacy, planned on having them when he was younger. She didn’t need to know.

“I saw you in the clinic, with that little boy. You were good with him. And you protect your fellows.”

Greg bristled at that. “I expect them to live up to their responsibilities,” he argued.

“Well, sure, but when they’re threatened—like with Vogler—you fight for them.” Lisa reached over and patted his arm. “You’ll be a good dad.”

“You already work with children all day,” he grumbled. “Comes naturally to you.”

She smiled sweetly at him. “And you’re the worst.” Then she sobered. “Don’t tell anyone, even Wilson, until we’re sure.”

He hadn’t been planning to. “Blood test in ten days?”

“Only if you run it yourself.”

Greg smirked at her. “So I get to know if we’re expecting a little House-Cuddy first?”

“On second thought,” she grumbled, “I’ll run it myself.” But she was smiling.