Disclaimer – I do not own House, if I did it would consist of House and Wilson standing in a room bringing the pretty and the snark……….well they would do it more often.
Author's Note: This is a Wilson/Cuddy piece. My first fanfic. I had this and my second story as separate stories but now it's going to be various oneshots about Wilson in one story so hope you enjoy.
Summary: Cuddy's interest in him was completely shallow, which worked because you can't drown in shallow waters. This is a very short little oneshot.
When Lisa Cuddy started to sleep with James Wilson she told herself that it was nothing more than sex, that she would never fall in love with him; she didn't want to get involved in the mess that is James Wilson. It was easier than she had expected, the sex was good great fucking fantastic. He knew how to push her closer to the edge and dangle her there until finally pushing her over. He never said 'I love you', never stayed the night, and never asked her out for dinner. The minute he stepped into her house he wasn't the womanizing James Wilson but the James Wilson who always gave you what you needed. Cuddy's interest in him was completely shallow, which worked because you can't drown in shallow waters.