Author's Note: So this is my very first House story. With all this huddiness going on, how could I not? Please review and let me know what you thought!!

No Beta, Mistakes be me own! Sorry!

Disclaimer: Not David Shore. Not Mine. No suing please!

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House sighed as he sat at the large empty table, staring at the recently erased white board, cane twirling in hand. This day had been as much as a puzzle as the case itself. His current office guest had turned out to be more annoying than he considered possible. However, he couldn't help the pleasure he experienced by having someone to not only stare at, but verbally spare with all day. As much as he hated to admit it, the nuisance was rather interesting. Not to mention fun to look at. That was a problem in itself. This was why she couldn't be around him; he couldn't concentrate on his case with her running around in skirts, sitting in his chair, playing with his ball….God! He had to stop thinking!

Darkness had long settled over Princeton Plainsboro leaving the Diagnostician to believe he was alone. Standing, he prepared himself for yet another night alone, when he noticed a soft yellow glow coming from their office. Did he really just think theirs? HIS office. Entering quietly, he eyed the brunette diligently scribbling something that could probably have waited until tomorrow.

"Just can't stay away, huh?"

Cuddy's eyes glanced upwards as though she had been expecting him.

"Hello House, What are you still doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing?"

"Yes, you could. But I would actually have a legitimate reason." Cuddy scoffed, smiling ever so slightly.

"And what makes you think I don't. Your narcissism taking over, Cuddy? Think I need more of you? Like you invading my office all day wasn't enough?" House remarked, with just a hint of agitation that stemmed from a place that had nothing to do with her mere presence.

"Oh House, you sound annoyed. Maybe this will teach you to stay out of MY office. Since you have such an issue with your precious space being invaded" She was smiling again as she stood to place some files in their rightful place.

When House didn't reply Cuddy looked curiously at him, searching his impassive face for some clue, finding none she leaned against the wall, awaiting the next move in this odd dance they both consented to participate in. House said nothing but moved to his desk, while Cuddy chose to awkwardly examine the empty folder she held in her hands. Then she heard him mumble something.

"What was that House?"

House moved swiftly and in a quick stride he suddenly closed the space that separated their two bodies and placed his hands on opposite sides of the wall, successfully pinning Cuddy between him.

"I said, how do you like your space invaded." His face mere inches from hers, his tone teasing.

Cuddy took a minute to evaluate the sudden closeness and tried to mask the flushness and quickened pulse it seemed to induce.

"What are you doing House?" she tried unsuccessfully to sound annoyed.

"Just seeing what you would do." A smirk threatened to play across his lips.

"Well this is it. Did you expect me to start kicking and screaming, try and fight you off? Although I think I could take you."

"Probably." He consented. " But you won't."

His face, if possible seemed closer to hers, lips threatening to touch. Though she wasn't sure if he had moved or she had.

"No I won't. But in my defense, I can't" Her eyes gestured to his arms pinning her in. "You on the other hand can, so why are we still standing in my office?" she asked baiting him, her mouth curling into a knowing smile.

House suddenly felt defeated, but oddly enough in a good way. What was the point of denying this any longer. He moved his right hand and brought it down to pull a stray hair from her face.

"Your office, Cuddy?" his voice teasing, the elusive House smile now fully displayed.

The gesture was too sweet, too un-house and it made Cuddy shudder with excited pleasure.

"House" she whispered, hardly audible as his other hand awkwardly reached for her hip.

No longer pinned, her hands landed on House's firm chest, his breathing seemed unfairly even in comparison with hers. The spacious office suddenly seemed so small, so warm, so…House's hand that had sweetly stroked her hair moments before was suddenly tangled in her curls pulling her mouth the extra inch toward his own, his other arm snaking around her back crushing her petite frame against his.

The kiss was rough and passionate. Tongues meeting and dueling for the control that had no losing outcome. Her hands were caressing his face, his neck, his arms, his chest. He, if possible, was pulling her closer to him, molding her body with his.

Suddenly he pulled back, his icy blue stare piercing her own. Searching for an answer to a question she was sick of thinking about. Cuddy met his gaze with equal intensity and wanting to squash and doubt and prevent another awkward situation, she pulled his face back to her own and showed him what she wanted. House met her kiss slowly, unsure. This time it was her turn to pull back.

"Do you want to stop?" she questioned breathlessly, afraid of the answer.

He smiled then knowing she was fully onboard.

"God No!"

Cuddy let out a quick laugh that was quickly stifled by the crashing of House's mouth onto her own. Her only worry being that this office wasn't exactly soundproof.

Author's Note 2: Good ? yes? No? maybe?

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