It was the Christmas party. Gregory House was sitting alone, his cane suitably festive with tinsel wrapped around it, red and white crepe paper wrapped around it to make it look like a candy cane. House hated parties. So why he was here was a mystery to him. Then he remembered… getting Cuddy suitably drunk would be fun. There was definitely something there… only it was hard to get at, like a hole slightly too small for his hand, behind which diamonds lay. He stretched his painful leg out in front of him and sighed. Chase was hitting on some new nurse on the paediatric ward. Mind you, with his gorgeous floppy hair and cute Australian accent resistance was futile. House smiled as Cuddy walked past him. She stopped.

'House?' Her hair, straightened for optimum length hung to her shoulder blades. She was wearing a dramatically low cut dress that was cut to mid-thigh. It was purple shot silk, which rippled with her movements. House felt his heart begin to speed up. Cuddy sat down on the seat beside him and stretched her long, shapely legs out in front of her. She smiled at him, her face lighting completely up. She was drunk, anyone could see that; but that somehow made her more attractive. He wasn't going to take advantage of her, but it was so difficult. She was so beautiful. He looked at her and she smiled at him. When Cuddy got drunk… she got incredibly turned on by everything. Right now, House was getting turned on by her. She stood up and dragged House with her. He started to protest, but she silenced him with a hand over his mouth; her French-tipped nails smooth against his skin.

'I know you can't dance, House… but come on, just once?' House decided to be compliant for once.

'Why not.' Cuddy gave him a big grin. And took his hand. Chase looked at him as he passed him and tipped him a huge wink. House saluted him and placed his arms around Cuddy's warm waist. She took his hand and wrapped her other arm around his neck. She was so warm! He took a step closer to her, revelling in their closeness and her heaviness. She leaned into him and he pulled her as close as he could to his chest. She was short, so that her head only just touched his chin. He realised he had left his cane on his chair, but that didn't matter now.

'House! Shhh… but…' She whispered to him. 'I love you!' House stopped in his tracks.

'You… love me?' Why would anyone love him? 'That's good… because… I love you too Lisa.' Cuddy looked up at his face. She smiled up at him and tilted her face to his. He placed both of his arms around her waist and lifted her gently, so she was on her tiptoes. He dipped his face to hers and their lips brushed. He went to pull back but she laced her fingers together behind his head and pushed her lips forcefully onto his.

'Cuddy… I'm not going to take advantage of you!' he forced himself to say.

'I'm willing!'

'You're drunk.'

'I love you!' She pulled his head to hers and kissed him passionately, forcing her tongue into his mouth. He thought briefly about pulling away, but then decided to give into his temptations. She loved him… so she said. And he loved her. She tangled her fingers in his hair as he kissed her harder, their tongues touching as his hands brushed her chest. She stroked his face with her long nails and rested her hand on his face. He took a hand and touched her lips, feeling the fullness of them. She grinned, and lifted her face to his for another kiss.

'We all know this is going somewhere…' She whispered suggestively.

'We do.' He agreed, kissing her cheeks and losing his hand in her hair.