Protruding Purple Letters (This was fun XD)

'What are you doing?'

Cuddy yelped and tried in vain to shield herself from incredulous eyes. She pulled her nightgown down from around her neck, flushing all the while.

'Oh my God,' she whispered. Covering her rapidly reddening face after she tried desperately to exterminate what was causing her pleasure mere moments before. After several failed attempts she finally just slammed the contraption into the nightstand drawer as the faint buzzing continued to sound off in the room.

'I-I thought you were stuck at the hospital,' she tried her damnedest to not meet his eyes.

'Yeah...I was,' House stated trying his best to keep his composure.

'Yeah, I-I see that...now,'she paused trying to think of a way out, 'I'm gonna go...shower.' But before she could make it into the en suite, House already had his cane blockading the doorway.

'Cuddy,' he said quickly.

'Fuck,' she thought to herself. She had been two steps away from freedom. She looked at his cane and slowly back up to him.

'Yes, House?' she sighed.

'Won't your batteries die?' he asked trying, but failing not to smirk.

She frowned at him, before finally succumbing to hilarity of the situation.
'You're an ass,' she said smirking, as she walked up to him, wrapped her arms around him and thumped her head against his chest.

House was quiet as she hid her face in his chest.

'I had an itch that needed scratching and you weren't here. What was I supposed to do?'

'I'm not judging you, Cuddy,' she could hear the smirk through his words. She tried to bury herself deeper into his chest.

'But you're laughing at me,' she mumbled into his shirt, 'which is kinda worse.'

Another pause.

'Did you get off?'

'What?' she asked confusedly .

'Cum, climax, peak, ya know ORGASM,' he stated emphatically.

'Why? So you can laugh at me some more?'

'I'm gonna take that as a 'no',' he said matter-of-factually, 'so, how about I join you in that shower? Or how about a bath? That way you can do all the work since you saw it fit to start the festivities without me. I can only assume you need this more than I do.'

'Says the man who is already hard,' Cuddy smirked, as she reached down to stroke his erection.

'Hey,' he joked, 'Man walks in on his woman 'petting the kitty', he'd have to be cheating on her or gay to NOT get hard.'

Cuddy stretched up to put a chaste kiss on his lips, then waltzed into the bathroom.

House quickly stripped himself of his motorcycle jacket and threw his cane on the bed. Looking towards the source of buzzing, he reached towards the nightstand drawer and opened it up. He took out the object and flicked off the device. Smirking to himself, he read the name spelled across it in sparkly, protruding purple letters.

HOUSE.

He smirked to himself and looked towards the doorway at the sound of Cuddy's voice.

'You coming or am I going to have to go at this by myself again?'

House lowered his head and put the device back into the drawer.

'You didn't seem to mind earlier,' he yelled, as he got up and limped quickly towards the bathroom.