Her name was Cindy. Well she had introduced herself as Cindy, at least, he thought she did. It didn't really matter since names had very little to do with what they were doing.

The event that drove almost all human behavior. Sex. Fornication. Distraction.

It wasn't what interested him. Not nearly as much as it should have. What interested him was the figure standing in the doorway. Because without looking, he knew it was Wilson, and he knew he was naked.

And this gave him a strange satisfaction.

"House, what are you doing?"

Cindy was straddling him and House thought that it was rather obvious what was going on. He wanted to say "Care to join me?" but as he opened his mouth to speak, the sound wouldn't come from his throat. A moment later he was choking. He tried to move, to get up, drink some water, but Cindy was still on top, bouncing away.

He felt like he was going to pass out. Instead he woke up.

His head was noticeably on a lap. Rolling onto his back he saw Wilson's face directed at the television. "Hey."

Wilson looked down. "Hi. Have a nice dream?" And without waiting for an answer,"Now will you get off my lap?"

Well this was awkward.