"You're not stopping me for medical reasons," House started, barging into Cuddy's office, really HIS enclosed office. "You're stopping me because you have the hots for me."

Cuddy smirked as she rose and walked toward him. "You're still here because you have the hots for me" she retorted.

"Evidence by the fact that I'm the one that moved into your office."

"It's the biggest office and I'm not the one that destroyed…"

"Why are you dressed like that?" House interrupted. "Why do you try so hard to get my attention?" Cuddy looked unsure as he continued. "Are you screwing with me?"

Cuddy moved closer to him. "Are you screwing with me?" Moving even closer, invading his personal space.

"Depends on your answer."

Cuddy thought before responding. "Everyone knows this is going somewhere," she said in a soft voice. "I think we're supposed to kiss now."

"We already did that." House responded. Not breaking eye contact, House grabbed her breast. She glanced down at his hand before meeting his eyes once again.

"It seemed like the logical next step…"

"Really?" Cuddy questioned full of hurt disappointment. "I'm an idiot for being surprised." Cuddy turned to walk away, still cupped in House's palm. He stopped her and turned her back to face him.

"I'm an idiot for touching you," House muttered softly before pulling her to him. He took her mouth in a hot, wet kiss, immediately striking a cord within Cuddy. She moved her hands up his shoulders and into his hair, while he gently stroked the breast still in his hand. As he parted her lips with his tongue, he deepened the kiss, swallowing her moan of pleasure. The kiss deepened still as their tongues warred for control. House pushed her against the wall and moved his hands to her hips, bringing her against him. They both groaned in pleasure at the contact. Releasing her mouth, House kept her pressed against him as he looked into her eyes. "Where do we go from here Lisa? You got your kiss…" House murmured softly.

"I don't want this to be just sex," she said cautiously, not wanting to push him away.

"What if that's all I have to give?"

"I know its not." the brunette responded fiercely. "I know you're afraid of being hurt again, but I'm not her. I'm not Stacy. And you can hurt me just as much as I can you."

"I don't want to hurt you…"

"I've built up a pretty good tolerance." Cuddy smiled sadly. "It was a necessity," she added quietly.

"What do we do now?" House asked cautiously.

"We finish work for today, then you take me to have a nice dinner and we take things slow."

Cuddy smiled before slowly bringing his mouth back to hers.