House watched as Cuddy's delicate hand reached for a rib.
His eyes lingered on the way that just the fingertips got coated in barbeque sauce.
Cuddy's sharp white teeth tore the meat from the bone as her pink lips were painted with the brown molasses.
Her tongue shot out, pink and wet, licking the excess off of her mouth except for a small dollop on the right corner that she just quite could not get - an accent mark attesting to just how good the food was.
House took Cuddy's hand bringing the sticky tips to his mouth and quickly laving them clean, sucking strongly and releasing them with a plop.
Cuddy grinned pressing her forefinger into his bottom lip and playfully tugging it down before bringing it to her own mouth and biting it seductively.
Never one to turn down a challenge, House leaned across the wooden table, his napkin crumbling in his hand as his tongue came out and captured the prize at the corner of her mouth, nibbling lightly before pressing a kiss to her lips.
He fell back into his seat, returning her heated gaze with a smirk, "Mmm... sweetsauce."
