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Authors' note: Rating might go up in the future, who knows? Be good, don't think of dirty stuff!

The two men were sitting in the cafeteria, eating lunch together. Wilson, chewing on his greek salad, was suspiciously scanning his friend. Some mostly inquiring thing happened today, and James couldn't quite put his fingers on it. He could swear he saw House jealous of a man Cuddy was talking with. Not that the man was actually trying to pick her up. Not that Cuddy wasn't an attractive and interesting woman. She was wonderfully slim for her age, well dressed and had an exceptional gift for choosing the right perfume- the heavy tone of sandal wood and musk always lingering nearby, alluring. Not that House would admit it.

"You're fantasizing about one of your ex or having a seizure" House spats angrily at Wilson deeply immersed in his thoughts .

"Either way I don't want to be near when it ends"

"Talking of which" Wilson says "Who are you fantasizing of, House?"

"Except for the new nurse with Carmen Electras' legs? It'd be one of my latest hookers"

"I assume you wouldn't lie to your best, and only to be precise, friend just to cover the fact that you're highly interested in our dean?"

"By dear God, Wilson, you think Cuddy's my hooker?" Houses expression turns into exaggerated disbelief. " I know there had been rumors but to be honest she likes it a bit rough,and I'm of delicate nature" he says with a puppy-like face.

"You're not going to admit it, are you?"

"I would very much like to, but I'm too concerned about her reputation. Just imagine those people asking about her price, and what would I have to do? Overstate! It would be embarrassing"

By that James Wilson knows House won't tell him anything, although he doesn't have to say anything more than he showed.

By that House smiles.


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