House and Cuddy were in the cafetiria, they'd both finished lunch, and Cuddy had got a cherry popsicle for dessert. House was staring at her sucking on the icecream, his mouth was slightly open. It took her a few minutes to realize he was just staring at her, so when she swallowed the liquid, she asked, "What?" She put the popsicle in her mouth and pulled it out slowly, House was mesmorized by the action.
"Is it weird that I want to be a popsicle right now?" He asked as she moved it back to her lips, she stuck her tounge out, about to lick the popsicle, Cuddy stayed like that, looking at House for a few seconds before sighing and handing the icecream to him. "Thank you," he smiled and accepted the popsicle. He started sucking on it, "Why didn't you keep the popsicle? Was it because it reminded you of the real thing?" He smirked and licked it again.
"No," she answered. "You don't taste like cherries." She contiued matter-o-factly.
"That could be arranged," he raised an eyebrow suggestively and put the popsicle back in his mouth. "By the way," he started out seriously. "It's OK if you want to be the popsicle." She rolled her eyes and he begin sucking on it again.