A/N: Well, here's my second Huddy story. I really need some reviews, to know how i'm doing and such. Please take the time to review, and you'll get and e-cookie. :D

DISCLAIMER: I do not own House, M.D.. David Shore does. Dang him. X|


House barged into Cuddy's office and slapped his cane on her desk, startling her out of the paperwork she was doing. "I need consent for-"

"No."

House gave her a confused look. "You don't even know what i'm going to ask, and you're saying no?"

"Yes."

House sighed an irritated sigh. "I really need a consent for an MRI."

Cuddy looked up at him. "You mean with a patient with constant sezuires, in fact so bad they had to strap her to her bed to keep her from falling out? I doubt she'll stay still for an MRI."

House raised his cane again and slammed it right back on the desk. "Please," he asked in a high-pitched whiny voice.

"Being a child is getting you nowhere," Cuddy said blankly, unphased by House's begging.

"It has the years i've worked here!" He exclaimed. He paused a minute before saying, "I'll do anything."

Cuddy got up and walked in front of him, smiling. "Would you get off Vicodin?"

House let out a very loud, annoyed sigh. "You know I can't do that. Remember when you tried the first time?" Cuddy flinched at the memory of House detoxing. "Right," she said.

"Work three hours a day in the clinic."

House gasped, "Never."

Cuddy decided to throw a little joke in. "Kiss me," she said.

Cuddy meant for this to be a joke.

She knew it wasn't a joke when House grabbed her head in his hands and brought her up for a passionate, yet tender kiss.

When he broke the kiss, Cuddy's face felt flushed and she was blushing so hard she was afraid House's hands (which were still on each side of her head) would catch on fire.

He rested his forehead on hers.

"Do I have your consent now?"

"Huh? Oh,uh......y-yea, sure."