Hi guys!

I re-watched the season 4 finale a few weeks ago and the plot of this fiction popped into my mind! I won't give you a lot of details concerning the storyline, you'll just have to know (even if it's obvious) that it's to set at the nearly end of "House's head". If you didn't watch the double-episode, there will be heavy spoilers. Ah, and, it's pretty much canon following, only for the few first chapters.

I think that's all, I hope you enjoy it and would be very happy to know what you think about it!

Enjoy :)

She woke up in his room. Laying in his bed. Wrapped into his arms. The first thing she saw when she looked up was his blue eyes staring at her in the dark. She didn't move, still in the dizziness of sleep, but her eyes widened. She didn't completely realize the situation both of them were in.

Before she could regain her senses, he rolled onto her body and reached for her lips. Her frown vanished as he forced the barrier of her lips, deepening the kiss. She responded to his caress, unable to think rationally, still half-asleep. Her tongue met his in a rhythmic move. His hands rested on her bare waist while his body pressed against hers and their curves cupped in a perfect osmosis. Cuddy put an arm around his shoulder and brought him closer, her left hand lost in his growing hair.

The intensity of the moment overwhelmed her and she couldn't think about anything else but the feeling of his humid lips gently devouring hers and the weight of his body on hers. His movements were slow and patient, passionate. They kissed with passion, mirroring that of last night. But a deep affection tainted their movements, an affection neither of them could restrain.

Her mind slowly got clear and memories of the last hours came to the surface as his hand moved lazily along her body to caress her thigh. The other hand held her tight, as if he feared she could disappear. He abandoned her lips for a second, breathing sharply before kissing her lips again, not giving her the time to talk. It was like he didn't want to talk about it at the moment and it turned out, neither did she.

"I thought you were an hallucination," he breathed in a whisper when their lips parted, searching for oxygen.

She felt a fluid under her fingers. What happened and what he just said would wait, they would talk later.

"You're bleeding," Cuddy said in a worried voice.

She gestured to him to pull aside so she get up and headed to the bathroom as he did, putting on his t-shirt in her way.

House brought his hand to his head, touched his scar, feeling the red liquid flow from the wound. He smirked when it ached at the same time his leg protested from the effort he demanded it last night. At the thought, questions came up to his mind. Now what? was the main one. He couldn't answer, he truly didn't know what the next move was supposed to be.

House decided to let it flow, see where things where leading him. Them. And it wasn't like he had time to think about it, Cuddy was heading back into the room, only in his oversized t-shirt. She put the first-aid box on the bed and ran a hand in her messy hair. She kneeled in front of him on the bed and observed the injury. Avoiding his observing gaze, she started to disinfect his wound.

"Don't provoke me while I have scissors this close to your head, House," she warned him when he started running his hand under the hem of the t-shirt.

"It distracts me," he argued, running his hand along her leg.

"Me too."

He pulled his hand away. "Ouch!"

"Shut up," Cuddy said flatly. "I told you it was a bad idea," she added after a while, considering his wound.

He looked up at her. "Is it?"

"Shh, don't move," she ordered, gently slapping his shoulder. "We'll talk later."

She stitched up the opened injury as quick and good as House let her do. She managed to make another suture to avoid any other opening and cleaned the area before standing up and making her way to the bathroom again.

When she came back, he didn't move, still under the messy bed sheets. He looked up at her, fully dressed. A slight frown painted his face. Cuddy approached the bed, nonchalantly checked his head.

"You could wear something," she pointed out, gesturing to his bare chest.

"You could stay naked," House restocked, raising an eyebrow and smiling as she rolled her eyes.

"Rest a bit, I'll make you some food," she finally said, already heading to the kitchen. "And, really, wear some pants," she added before getting out of the room.

Thanks for reading! Reviews are appreciated :)