This is the sequel to My Foolish Heart, as stated in the description. I don't own the characters, so don't sue me. That's about it. Enjoy the first chapter, guys!


House pulled a one hundred dollar bill from his wallet, his eyes never leaving Cuddy's. He let the bill flutter to her desk. "A hundred bucks."

"That's it?" Cuddy cocked an eyebrow.

House pulled out another hundred. "Two weeks of clinic duty. Plus, two hundred dollars. You can afford that, right?"

Cuddy glared and then folded her arms across her chest.

House gave her a nod. "I'll take that display of attractiveness as a yes."

Cuddy opened her purse and sifted through her wallet. She only had fifty two dollars on her. She looked back to House.

"I don't have the money on me now," she told him.

"Why wouldn't you have the money on you?" he asked, eyebrows drawn.

"I don't go around perusing the streets with hundred dollar bills," Cuddy replied and snapped her purse closed.

House leaned in towards her. "Neither do I."

House reached for his money on the desk, the moment no longer as dramatic as it had been before. After he returned the two hundred to his wallet, he prepared himself to leave. Cuddy stopped him.

"We need rules," she said, studying him, making sure he understood.

House took a step back from her. "Must there always be rules?"

"Yes," Cuddy answered. "No sex."

"With you or anyone?" House sized her up, making sure he had fun with this.

Cuddy narrowed her eyes. "With anyone, House."

"You want to take masturbation off the table?" he asked, holding back his smirk. "I know you go at like nobody's business, so you might crack in a couple of hours."

Cuddy sighed and shook her head. "Technically, it's not sex."

"We're getting technical now?" House appeared annoyed, but he was simply still messing with Cuddy. "Should we cover, in depth, the technical definitions behind sex?"

"House." Cuddy placed her hands on her hips.

House shrugged. "I didn't know you were such a prude."

"Do I look like a prude to you?" Cuddy asked, straightening her shoulders and making sure she stuck her breasts out to him. She actually felt a bit of power when House's eyes lowered to her breasts before returning to his face.

"Quite the opposite actually," he replied.

Cuddy relaxed her stance and gave a small sigh. "If we're going to do this, House, I have to feel I can trust you to be honest with me."

"Same applies to you." House gave a nod in her direction.

Cuddy was offended. "I would be honest."

"Everybody lies, Cuddy," House told her simply. It was his mantra.

Cuddy pointed a finger. "Including you, so don't give me that. The only way this bet will work is if we both promise to be honest."

"Fine," House replied and gave her an exaggerated sigh.

Cuddy studied him and was quite positive that he would end up lying to her anyway. However, she was determined to win. She didn't need sex. Well, she figured she needed it less than House did anyway.

House, on the other hand, had his own plan to win the bet. He would stick to it, of course, but he would make sure he wore Cuddy down. It wasn't that hard to do, he knew. He just had to make sure he prepared himself for when she started to fight back and used those breasts of hers to her offense.

"So, we're really doing this, then?" Cuddy asked him.

"Like I said, I'm all in," House replied and smirked.

"Good." Cuddy nodded. "Me too."


House entered the hospital and smirked when he saw Cuddy standing next to the front desk with Wilson. House took his time as he approached them and effortlessly slid next to Cuddy, leaning towards her so his mouth was by her ear.

"Give up yet?" he asked in a throaty voice.

Cuddy narrowed her eyes at him. "It hasn't even been twenty fours."

"Twenty fours hours since what?" Wilson asked. He was still suspicious about the two of them and the actual closing events of their date.

"Nothing," Cuddy told Wilson before she gave House a look. She was surprised when he actually kept his mouth shut.

Wilson looked to House, expectantly. He thought House would go against Cuddy as he always did. However, House merely shrugged.

"Oh, come on," Wilson replied. "You are together, aren't you?"

"No, that's ridiculous," Cuddy said and flipped a chart shut.

"But, you slept together." Wilson pointed an accusing finger.

Cuddy turned to House. "Did you tell him that, House? You're such a pig." House held back a smirk as Cuddy looked back at Wilson. "We didn't sleep together. I thought we went over this."

"Well, something's going on." Wilson replied, folding his arms across his chest.

"Or you're paranoid," House jumped in. "Might want to get that checked out. Could be early signs of schizophrenia."

Wilson rolled his eyes and gave them both a look telling them he did not enjoy these antics. With that, he turned from them and headed to the elevators.

"Wilson's schizophrenic?" Cuddy asked House, narrowing her eyes at him again.

House shrugged. "He's crazy. Like this bet."

"Then, give up," Cuddy replied, taking a step closer to House.

House's eyes fell to her breasts, which were dangerously close to him. He lifted his gaze back to her face. Cuddy smiled, her plan to tease House already set in motion. House brought his face inches from Cuddy's.

"I'll never give up," he told her.

House pulled away and headed for the elevators, knowing he was going to have to strike back soon now that Cuddy was already starting to use her physical features against him.

Cuddy, on the other hand, smirked. She had a feeling she would be able to break him in a matter of days. Smirk still on her face, she began to walk in the direction of her office.