A/N: My first House fic. It's short and sweet, but it was bugging me for an hour in the car today and I just had to get it out!

Lisa Cuddy stood in the hospital lobby, sorting through some much-dreaded paperwork. Footsteps accompanied by a quiet click-clack-click-clack on the tile behind her brought her into reality, but she didn't bother to turn around. Heaving a sigh, she demanded, "What do you want, House?"

The doctor came to a stop off to her side and leaned heavily on his cane. "Well, I think you know what I want..." he trailed off, only half-joking.

Another sigh escaped her lips and she shook her head without turning. "Fine, House. What do you need?" A rough hand on her elbow forced her to look over at him. Before she was really sure what was happening, he had her pressed against him, one arm wrapped around her waist. There was no time for shock or surprise before his lips covered hers.

She unwittingly leaned into the kiss, a soft moan drifting between them, though she wasn't sure if it was hers or his. She vaguely heard her papers slipping from her hands to hit the cold floor, but couldn't-or wouldn't-make sense of the sound. As she brought her arms up to curl around his neck, he cut off the kiss as abruptly as he had begun it. He adjusted his ever-present cane to turn away from her, one hand already to his mouth, wiping away any traces of lipstick.

"You," he said, frustratingly cryptic, as always and began to hobble off down the hallway.

Cuddy stood there in confusion, the heady feeling of his arms and his lips still bombarding her senses. "What?" she called after him.

He stopped and looked exasperatedly over his shoulder at her. "You asked what I needed," he tossed back before continuing down the hallway.

Fin