AN: I challenged myself to write a fic without saying the characters names until the end, so here we goes. Then again, you probably know who it is because you looked at the little thingy on the page where it tells you.
The room was bathed in an eerie darkness, only lit by the light from the bathroom and what sunlight was able to sneak through the blinds. A set of footsteps echoed in the silence and there was a creak as the person of the steps sat on the edge of the bed.
"Wake up," a slightly gruff voice woke the woman in the bed with a groan and she blinked open her eyes.
"No." The woman yawned, trying to pull the man down in the bed besides her.
"Oh, so now you want sex with me?" the man laughed, laying besides her anyways, slipping his arm around her bare waist.
"You want it too handsome." A smile formed on her lips and she rolled onto her stomach, pressing herself against his side, her head on his chest.
"You wish," he retorted, running his fingers up and down her side, causing her to press her body to his.
"Yes I do," she smiled, running her hands down his arms then she rested them on his abs. "And I know you do too."
"You minx," his eyes met hers, "If you want sex then say something."
"Or do something," she kissed him hard on the mouth, moving to straddle his hips at the same time.
"Or that." he wrapped his arms around her waist, one hand on her back, the other supporting her as she wiggled her hips against his.
"Love you too." She pressed her lips to his, allowing him to pull her down onto him. "God."
"Yes, I am, thank you for noticing." He thrust upwards, into her, causing her to gasp.
"Harder," she breathed, her hands on his shoulders, her eyes half closed. "Oh!" She leaned against his chest as they came together, the heat of the moment drawn out by their breathing.
"I love you," he pulled himself out of her, his arms around her waist, before he pulled the blankets over both of them; his arms still wrapped around her waist tightly.
She rested her head in the crook of his elbow, quirking her eyebrows at him playfully. "More than anything?"
He kissed her forehead, "Of course, who could find anything better to love than Lisa Cuddy."
Cuddy blushed, "Cute; I love you too Gregory House."
House looked at her, "Now, when do we tell Wilson about this?"
Cuddy laughed, a mischievous smile spreading across her lips, "Never, we let him find out."
Muhahaaa, evil Cuddy! Also, there's something that I will be writing soon, called Hiding, which will also be a oneshot, which is where Wilson does find out.
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