If The Ring Fits

Rating: R (possibly higher later, will give warning beforehand though)

Summary: House/Cuddy reflect while at their daughter's wedding. Not sure where this is going, the idea for it popped into my head. It'll probably have plenty of flash-backs once I have time to add more. I'm just going to see where this one takes me.

Disclaimer: Don't own any of them, unfortunately.

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"House, no. You are not making a speech. No more speeches for you after the last one, remember?" Lisa Cuddy-House tried to grab for her husband's hand, to keep him from tapping his knife against the champagne glass and bringing attention to them. He deftly avoided her, and feigned an innocent look.

"What, you didn't like it? I thought it was much better than the ones they give at the Oscars. . besides, it's my daughter's wedding, that means I have an obligation to give a speech and embarrass the hell out of her. Don't worry, people will just assume I'm a sentimental drunk. I mean, that's what you thought when I grabbed your ass in front of everyone at that Christmas party."

Cuddy fixed him with a glare he knew all-too-well, and he sensed the Dean of Medicine in her preparing to take charge.

"Uh-oh. Back, She-Devil! I cast thy foul spirit out of mine Funbags-and-Amazing-Ass-Having wife!"

Cuddy rolled her eyes as House feigned making a cross with his knife and fork. Whatever she would have responded with (most likely a vaguely threatening reference to clinic hours, he suspected) was cut off by the DJ's voice booming over the mike.

"All right everyone, we're gonna have a great time tonight with the new Mr. and Mrs. Brandon McCoy! Before the dance floor gets too crowded though, the bride and groom will share their first dance as husband and wife. They've asked their parents to take the dance floor as well, so if Mr. and Mrs. House, and Mr. and Mrs. McCoy will please come on dooown!"

Cuddy glanced at House, whose gaze flickered from their daughter, Elaina, to meet his wife's. He sighed.

"If I hobble out there, does that mean I get some tonight?"

Cuddy sighed; House, even after 20 years, was still, and always would be, House. She just stood up, and waited a moment as he used the cane to push himself to his feet. They made their way out to the dance floor, where their daughter Elaina smiled at them.

Lisa smiled back, fighting the urge to choke up at the sight of her only daughter in a wedding gown. She had her father's piercing blue eyes, and coupled with her mother's hair and body type, the boys had fallen head over heels for her through the years. Of course, House had a way of dispatching with her many suitors.

"Watch your hands, Lover-Boy, unless you want this cane jammed somewhere very uncomfortable."

House, true to form, growled at his daughter's husband, who looked only mildly frightened. Elaina was glaring at her father, and whispered something in Brandon's ear that caused him to smile.

"Sure thing, Dr. House!"

House wielded his cane as though he were contemplating where the most painful strike would be.

"Greg."

He turned to Cuddy, appreciatively taking in her still-ravishing figure in a clingy sapphire dress. She had some grey hairs now, and a few more wrinkles. His own shorter hair had long-since greyed, though there was a patch of brown here and there in the ever-present scruff of his beard. She gestured as the music began to play softly in the background; he tossed the cane to the side, and took her easily into his arms. For a few minutes, they swayed back and forth in silence; House's gaze never leaving his daughter. His wife's lips brushing his cheek, however, caught his attention.

"Relax. You can't kill him here, too many witnesses. We don't keep enough money in your lawsuit budget for a murder trial, either."

She murmured, and tilted her chin up slightly to hold his gaze, and he muttered something about having access to all kinds of untraceable poisons before capturing her lips with his.

Not much of a start, I know, but bear with me. Just wanted to put up what I had for now and get some feedback.