A/N: I can't stop thinking about the Huddy thanks to the amazing promos! This is the first in the series of drabbles of how Cuddy ends up at House's door and what ensues. T rating for implied sexual situations, spoilers for 5x23, 415 words, and I, sadly, own nothing. Remember, these chapters are not continuous, just different possible scenarios.
Chapter 1: Bedtime Stories
As the door opened, Cuddy took in the grizzled face and tired eyes. He still didn't look rested.
"Ah, so doctors don't make house calls anymore, but stripper doctors do. Interesting," House commented, breaking Cuddy's thoughts.
"House," she said, combining her 'no bullshit administrator' voice with the 'I'm irritated with/may strangle House' voice. "You called? Said you needed me? Something important?"
"They're not working." She looked at him, confused. "The sleeping pills. I need something stronger."
"No House, no more pills and certainly no stronger ones," she turned to go. "I'm not helping you replace one drug habit with another."
"I don't want more pills." His words stopped her but his tone made her turn around and take a step closer to him. He seemed focused, clear, almost…honest? She was intrigued. "There are other ways to get someone to sleep..."
"House, if I wanted to sing lullabies, I would be home with Rachel-"
"No," he chuckled softly, "no lullabies. Although, I have been thinking a lot about bedtime stories..."
"House, I'm not-," she began.
"Cuddy, just listen and stop anticipating whatever inappropriate, sexist remark you think I am going to say." He waited and she was quiet. "Good. What I was going to say was that I've noticed that, once upon a time, all a handsome prince had to do was to kiss the sleeping princess and she would wake up. I was wondering, though, if that worked the other way around too. Can the princess kiss the devilishly charmingly, scruffy, insomniac prince and put him to sleep?" She stared at him and he braced for her rejection. "I mean, obviously your boring lectures put me to sleep, so I just thought--"
"You want to kiss me, don't you?" Cuddy broke in, stating the fact that they both knew to be true.
He hesitated a moment before finally breaking his vow of silence.
"I always want to kiss you."
Their lips met, slowly, each testing the others' response. But as he heard his door slam and felt his hands grabbing at her designer jacket of their own volition, House knew there would be no falling asleep for several hours. He was glad he had cleared off his piano.
House also knew that the only thing better than making love to Lisa Cuddy was lying in the arms of Lisa Cuddy, drifting off to sleep while inhaling the scent of her shampoo. He smiled against her lips as he pulled her into the living room.