Disclaimer: I do not own House, it belongs to Fox and David Shore.
One Day, One Room
"So, I've done Clinic duty and dealt with a pregnant rape victim in the process, what do I do now? More Clinic, because that's just mean, forcing me to do this much: too much Clinic duty is bad for ones health," House said. "Do I get to service the Dean?" he hinted.
"You've stated your own punishment," Cuddy informed him.
"Really? I get to do you?" he sounded extremely surprised.
"Clinic," Cuddy amended.
"But there are no patients," House whined, "its empty!"
"I'm sure there will be some soon."
An hour later, House was sitting in the Clinic watching General Hospital on his mini television when the door opened. House looked up in shock to see Cuddy entering.
"Are you here to tell me I can go home because there are no patients and haven't been any for the past hour I've been sitting here, which is unsurprising," he pondered, "seeing as the Clinic closed two hours ago."
"I have a patient for you," she said simply.
"I've told you already, the Clinic is closed," he moaned but was taken aback when Cuddy herself sat on the exam table. "Symptoms?" he asked changing to a completely professional manor and Cuddy grinned slyly at him.
"Well, I've been feeling rather sick lately and I don't want to go into work, I've also been acting really strange and out of character, I perjured myself for an employee." She said slipping her heels off and twitching her stocking-covered toes together in a nervous fashion.
"Can't you diagnose yourself?" House asked exasperatedly. "You're a doctor, too, you know." He was bored again and Cuddy could tell.
"I was always told it is best to get a second opinion," she told him shrewdly. "What do you think the matter is, Doctor?" she asked running her foot up and down her other leg.
"I think you're pregnant, you devious little minx," he said propelling his chair slightly closer to the exam table.
"Oh, but I'm not," she countered. "I think I'm suffering from something else."
"What do you diagnose, doctor?" he asked, playing along.
"I think I'm lovesick," she whispered.
"Oh, for Wilson?" he asked his heart plummeting slightly.
"No, stupid, Wilson's a friend," she enlightened him, "a certain other doctor."
"Oh, who might that be?" he asked his nose so close to hers they were almost touching. She didn't answer but instead just looked at him. Suddenly his lips were on hers and neither was sure who had started it. She opened her mouth to let him gain entrance and felt his hands creeping up the inside of her shirt. She pulled back and grinned at him.
"You owe me ten," She stated simply. He opened his wallet stuck a ten dollar note in her bra.
"You're cunning did you know that, I'm sure that ten shouldn't be allowed," he snarled.
"I'm a patient," she said, "and now we have doctor/patient confidentiality." She hopped down off the exam table, grinning, and left the room, pausing at the door and asking: "are you coming over tonight?" leaving House smirking to himself.