Instant Pleasure

[Robert Chase]

Surprised by the feel of her nails digging into his back, Chase let out a low, soft hiss which was completely swallowed by their kiss, lost as their mouths moved against each other with a kind of needy longing that went far beyond words. Tightening his hold on her, moving his hand a bit lower on her back side, Chase pressed against her as their kiss continued for what must of been several moments though it certainly did not feel like it.

Pulling away as well when he felt her move back, Chase took a gasp of breath, head feeling light. In the back of his mind, a small part of him couldn't help but think of Cameron. It briefly considered and then concluded that this was entirely different in every way. Yes, both woman were attractive but Cuddy...she was almost pure sexual energy. Shutting down the part of his mind that wanted to continue to focus on Cameron, Chase instead blinked a few times at Cuddy's words, still feeling a little light headed from her passion mixed with the lack of air.

"Yes." Was all he breathed out in response to her words. Grabbing the food again, Chase took a very reluctant step back from her, only able to do it with the promise of much more very soon. Keeping that thought in mind, he turned and headed up the short flight of stairs to his small but clean and quaint apartment. Eyes roving back automatically to her, Chase licked his dry lips as he struggled to pull his key out of his suddenly too tight pants.

"Just a moment..." he mumbled as he pulled it out and shoved it in the door, unlocking it quickly, eagerly. Hesitating for only a moment he then stepped aside to allow Cuddy to pass through before him.

[Lisa Cuddy]

Cuddy followed Chase leisurely, despite her body’s strong desire to tackle him to the floor. Her head was swimming, her senses a chaotic mess. His scent was on her tongue, the echo of his touch tingling in her ears, deafening. She saw nothing but the white heat his kiss generated inside her, and the blurs of motion their contact excited. Swallowing hard, she forced her mind to focus on the alarmingly difficult task of walking in a straight line behind him.

Waiting with a taunting mixture of patience and impatience, Cuddy waited for him to produce the key. Impatience won out, and she decided to help the process by sliding her hands over his and helping him find the key hole. She smiled at the implication, the way her hands worked over his and lead the key to find the opening it was searching for.

As he opened the door and allowed her to pass she sent him a radiant smile, nodding appreciatively at his sweet chivalry. She glanced around the room, a habitual movement she shared with most of the human species, but hardly absorbed any of the details. There was nothing in this particular area of the house that she was interested in. The look she wore as she glanced back at him, her eyes burning, searching his body and paying particular attention to the parts she wanted, made that clear.

“You better…” she said, her voice labored through a tight throat, “get that food in the kitchen…” She watched him keenly, moving towards him even as she was speaking, not registering her own voice. The moment he closed the door behind him she slid her hands under his shirt and, pushing him back against the door, kissed him once more.

[Robert Chase]

Hesitating a moment before walking in, Chase turned to see Cuddy glancing automatically around his apartment. A drop of cold irrational fear slid through him as he watched. The more paranoid part of him was wondering if she was judging it - judging him - by what she saw. His apartment was small...it was clean, but he didn't have many possessions. A good deal of his money went to pay some of his mothers' debt...not like he was getting any help with that from his father. But that was really -not- something that he wanted to think about now...And it wasn't rational anyway, why -would- Cuddy judge him.

Still standing still as she turned back around to face him, Chase felt the unfamiliar sensation of a flush as her intense burning eyes focused on him. He had the sensation that she was definitely judging -this- time but it was a favorable judgment. Which he certainly returned. Dropping her heated gaze, Chase's own eyes drifted the length of her body from her firm chest down her lithe shapely body down to her strong and slender legs.

Tearing his gaze up again as she spoke, Chase blinked a few times, glancing down to see that he was indeed still holding the food - he had completely forgotten about that. Distantly he also realized he had left the door open still. Resting the food on a side table for a moment, Chase shut the door before turning back to Cuddy...who was suddenly standing extremely close to him. Her fingers moved under his shirt and he was speechless as she pushed him back, her mouth closing in on his own.

Glad that he was no longer holding the food, Chase moved his own arms over her as well, taking the fact that she was invading his shirt as her permission that he could do a little invading of his own. Moving one hand to her lower back, rubbing the skin he felt in between the straps, he slid the other through the opening of the slit in her dress that ran up by her leg. All the while, he continued the kiss, even more attracted to the press of their bodies with his back against the wall. Keeping his hand on her leg, the other searched her backside for any kind of zipper to string to pull to aid her in taking off the dress. He found nothing.

Feeling a little frustrated, Chase moved his lips away from her, leaning his head back against the wall to do so. Breathing irregularly, he asked, "Is this some sort of chastity dress?" Although he might have normally felt embarrassed about not being able to help a woman out of her dress his mind was on...other things. Even as he spoke, his eyes were pulled toward her cleavage. "You can take it off, right?" Even as he spoke he still was unwilling to move his hands off her.

[Lisa Cuddy]

The feel of his hands on her body, his contact on her skin in places not recently excited by the warmth of someone else’s touch, made her tremble. She brought her leg up as he slid his hand along it, pressing it against his leg with out subtlety as to where she wanted his hand to go next. Her hands left his chest, satisfied by the feel of his finely carved chest, and began to work the buttons on his shirt with surprisingly expert efficiency. She was fueled by need, and her desire to get what she wanted made the task of getting it a mindless, almost mechanic ritual. She wasn’t there for that part, her focus entirely on his taste, his touch and the movement of her own body against him.

She paused, his shirt undone and halfway down his shoulder with jacket in tow, when he moved away, grinning at Chase’s comment lusciously, the movement of her lips feeling numbed and foreign after the heat of their passionate kiss. She, unable to contain herself, arched an eyebrow at his comment and question, “No, sorry. I had it sewn on for the date, to be removed by appointment in the morning. I was pretty sure it wouldn’t get this far.”

Kissing him lightly to remind him she was only joking, she stepped back, disengaging his hands, and freed herself of her dress. It was a simple, elegant movement, yet she performed it as if it were a dance. She let the electricity of suddenly being exposed pulse through her body. She was standing before him now in very little, and she was very aware of it. Despite the bold, reckless attitude she had maintained since the dinner, and in spite of her efforts to appear in control and completely devoted to this idea, she felt a blush spread over her cheeks.

Her body was something she kept maintained, fit and to be proud of, but it was not something she frequently showed off. Not to someone she worked with. Not like this. The last man who had seen her like this…

She forced herself not to think of anything but this moment. Of Chase, and the experience she was about to share with him. It was, as far as she could see, meaningless and fun. There was no need for hesitance of regret yet. Smiling at him, bowing her head so that he couldn’t see her blush and only making it more obvious that she was slightly embarrassed, she brushed the hair that fell into her face to its home behind her ear. A deep breath steadied her, and she looked back up into his eyes.

“I think you need to catch up,” she said, indicating playfully to his pants.

[Robert Chase]

Although Chase's natural reaction to her almost chiding comment might normally would have been to frown or back up a little he did neither of those things. Maybe it was due in part to the teasing look in her eye that he had never seen before, or maybe it was due to the light kiss she bestowed upon him after the comment...and it might even have had a small bit to do with the alcohol he had ingested earlier. But more than any of those things it was probably because it had been meant as a joke and taken as a joke - which was nice. When working with House or even anyone at the hospital, really, there was usually so many double meanings and you had to watch your back - it was nice to know that here and now, he had to do neither.

Inhaling a slight breath of air Chase watched with rapt attention as Cuddy slipped smoothly out of her dress. At that moment any thought of wonder how she had done so smoothly when he had been having such trouble flew from his mind. Along with most coherent thought.

If Cuddy in the dress was sexy than Cuddy out of said dress was nothing short of a sexual goddess.

The curve of her legs, the smooth and taught muscles in her calves and up to her flat stomach, it all spoke of strength and power, yes, but it was more than that. The lighting seemed to fall upon her in just the right way that she seemed to glow from within. Managing to pull his gaze up and over her perfectly sized cleavage to her face, Chase saw her in a way he had never seen her before - and it was not just the lack of clothing.

Usually her face was shielded and bore a scowl or some other displeased expression. This might simply be because he never really saw her away from House, but it was still true. Everything about her was...not cold, exactly, but professional, she was a strong, smart, sexy woman and she knew damn well so she certainly did not need to be told.

But that was not the same woman he saw before him.

This woman was still strong, yes, but she had a softness to her. Even though she had ducked her head in an attempt to hide it, Chase still caught the light red color that spread across her cheeks. Blinking in amazement he realized that she was -blushing-. Lisa Cuddy was actually blushing. And she even looked -cute- in doing so. Not that she shouldn't, seeing as how she was standing almost naked in front of him while he was still almost fully dressed, but the idea itself was so foreign.

Her voice broke him out of his haze and he met her eyes evenly, blinking yet again before realizing what she was referring to. "Oh, right..." he replied lamely, slightly embarrassed that he had had such a strong reaction to her revealing herself. It wasn't as though he had never slept with anyone before so he shouldn't be reacting so strongly...but then, this -was- a rather unusual night.

Knowing that if he looked at her again he would likely be distracted from what he was doing, Chase first slipped all the way out of his shirt letting it fall completely to the ground before he brought his hands to his own slim hips and undid his pants quickly. There was no fluid motion to his actions, no teasing or dramatic stripping. He was focused simply on riding himself of this barrier between them so they could move on to the rest of the evening. Once he pulled off his belt and undid the button he stopped, realizing he had shoes on. Stepping on the heel of one shoe to pull his foot out he then repeated the process, unable to stop himself from looking back at her as he did so.

Realizing he had been rather quiet since she had shed her clothing and that she still seemed to be a little red her offered her a warm smile tinged by more than just a little lust. When he spoke his voice was low, husky, "You are amazing...you look...incredible." He told her honestly. Finally freeing himself of his shoes he kicked them off and slipped his pants off, kicking them to the side, leaving him in black cotton boxers. "You really do...Lisa."