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Authors Note Over 500 hits on this story at fanfiction net which means I must be doing something right! LOL...please though, you're reviews do make me happy and do give me inspiration so could I get a few more? LOL This is chapter 5...I don't know how it's going to turn out, but this is where my fic gets rated M, its about to get smutty... :P PLEASE R&R!
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~~huddyaimee~~
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Cuddy invited Thirteen into her home; her lips were still searing from the kiss that they had, had outside. Judging by both expressions and emotions, Thirteen wanted more, and Cuddy was on the brink of wanting A LOT more. Cuddy made her way to a small cabinet hidden, out of sight, and pulled out a few shot glasses and tequila.
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Authors Note i was in the mood for another update so i started writing before bloody writers block takes over the mind... -grumbles- anyways...if you have read my third chapter i hope you enjyed and i hope you will enjoy this chapter just as much...
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The day at work passed, nothing out of the norm. House argued here, House argued there, cllinic patients got pissed off with House, House refused to do clinic duty, House this, House that. That was a normal day for Cuddy. House seemed to be a part of her life whether she liked it or not.
People percieved their banter as foreplay and assumed they had history. But no, banter was not their foreplay, banter was just banter. Yes they had history, attending the same university and the one-night-stand but that was all. Cuddy used to have deep, meaningful feelings for the man, but...
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Authors Note I hope those people who didn't review are enjoying it...the more reviews the faster I update...if anyone has any advice on how i could make my fic better in anyway please let me know... :) im a bit bored now so i thought i might indulge you in this chappie...
REVIEWS ARE MY DRUGS AND IM ADDICTED !!!! FEED MY ADDICTION !!!!
Thanks -
huddyaimee
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Cuddy woke up the next morning hoping that she didn't have a hangover from the few bottles of wine she and Thirteen had consumed at two in the morning. As soon as she opened her eyes to the world, a headache split her head and she groaned in pain and frustration. Cuddy ordered her body to removed her from the bed to get paraceatamol and to have a shower.
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