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"Secrets" Remix for femslash100 challenge Cuddy/Stacy 255 words


Title: Secrets
Fandom: House MD
Pairing: Cuddy/Stacy
Prompt: Remix of The Power To Break by girlie_girl_23 using Challenge #77 - Control
Rating: R
Word Count:255
Notes: Sort of a warm up to see if I have the "right stuff" to go into the remixredux. So even more than my usual crack comment habit, I'd be interested to hear how you think I did as a "remixer". Thanks to girlie_girl_23 for her prolific and kick-ass drabbling, and for giving me the opportunity to play with her words.

The first time Lisa touched Stacy’s panties, they weren’t even Stacy’s yet.

It was a week after the surgery. The end was clear to everyone except Stacy. She could see the hatred and betrayal on House’s face, but still told anyone who would listen that Greg would find a way to forgive her.

Lisa and Stacy had been casual acquaintances and now they were bound together by the decisions they’d made. Lisa had given all the hugs and sympathetic looks and pep talks in her arsenal. There was nothing left to do but go to the mall and check out the sales at Victoria’s Secret. Lisa watched as Stacy half-heartedly examined a stack of purple silk thongs, and wondered exactly how they would look coming off Stacy’s ass and down her legs.

“I like them,” she said, running her fingers over the slippery material.

Eventually House drove Stacy to hopelessness and into Lisa’s bed. She thought she was the strong one, trying to keep her friend together. Only after Stacy left, did she realize that she’d been broken, and vowed not to let it happen again.

Stacy came back asking House to fix her sick husband. If House couldn’t say no to Stacy, who was Lisa to think she was stronger?

“You don’t always have to be in control, you know.” Stacy insisted, while Lisa was pulling her panties off.

Lisa ran through her memories. Victoria’s Secret. The first time. The last time. Being alone with House when she was the only one left for him to blame and not being able to tell him that she was a victim too.

She thrust slim fingers into Stacy without warning, smiling at the gasp Stacy let out and the way her body squirmed.

“Yes I do.”

Tags: drabble, femslash, housefic, remix

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