So, smut. I’ve been sitting on this chapter all day, waiting for the right moment. Smut, more than any other type of writing needs to be done when I’m in just the right mood. Not in the mood and you get Harlequin Romance level smut with talk of throbbing manhoods and her love tunnel and other lame analogies.
I seem to write my best smut at night. It’s hard to write it when I’m yelling at two rather adorable dogs, or having a conversation with the family. That is not an environment conducive to dirty thoughts. So I have to wait until the cover of night. Which is why it is now 1:30 in the morning and I’m wide awake because I just finished two hours of writing.
As my frequent readers will probably have figured out, I have a thing for bondage. lol. I especially like the idea of surrendering to your partner. Now, where House and Cuddy are concerned, I really can’t imagine House surrendering anything. Honestly, he isn’t secure enough to do so. I think he feels that there is so little in his life he can really control that he wouldn’t be able to give up sexual control in the bedroom. Cuddy, on the other hand, her whole life has been wrapped up in control. Her whole life has been wrapped up in a career the basis of which is power and control. But part of what little we know of her is that her password is PartyPants. That implies a wild side. I can see her being more willing, of the two, to surrender to her lover.
For her it’s a release. The one thing she doesn’t have to worry about, but, as you see, she’s not just going to give it up freely. There’s a little fight in there. The hard part is balancing the fight with the surrender. I don’t want it too seem like she is fighting for her life, nor do I want her to seem like too much of a push over.
But like all areas of Huddy, she knows just how much to push him before letting him have his way. So in the end, she does still have the control, but House also gets the illusion of control. Both of them end up happy and satisfied.