A/N: Just to warn you- this is pointless smut. That's all really. There's no character development or plot (yet). In fact, they may be a little OOC, so...that is what you should expect. And a whole lot of fun. I will probably continue this until I come up with something for my other story.

Because everyone knows that Cuddy and House really did have sex. Amber was wrong. (Ahh, denial will get me through the summer.)

I don't own them and review please, if you like it!

Ever the Same

Fall on me
Tell me everything you want me to be
Forever with you, forever in me
Ever the same

- Matchbox 20

Finally, House and Cuddy kissed.

Kissed like they always wanted to. Fighting for dominance and breath.

His semi-grown-out stubble scratched her, but it wasn't enough for her to stop him. She tugged on his blazer as he moved his kisses down her neck.

Mmm...good. But I need...boobs. His hands circled around her waist and spun her around the other wall, removing her jacket, and then her shirt.

That was a pretty smooth move. Cuddy seemed more intent on moving to the bedroom, but he liked pinning her up against the wall. He sucked on her mouth again, pressing his arms into her back. Please don't disappear.

There was hardly any room for her arms, so she threw them over his shoulder, periodically rubbing his neck and through his hair.

It wasn't very long before House couldn't take the feeling of her breasts pressing up against him any more. He had to move. Trailing his fingers over her stomach, he brought his hand up to her chest and pulled at the cup, exploring. It would be delicious, he knew. If only she wasn't so damn short. Even with her in heels, his neck ached bending down.

He got one worthwhile bite before she pulled his head back. Uh-oh. Shouldn't have done that.

She didn't seem mad though. She began kissing him again, tilting his head to get better access. While she busied herself in the kiss, he unhooked her bra and slid the straps down her arms. She smiled and took it off.

House stared momentarily. He'd spent a lot of time thinking about her breasts, fantasizing about them. He had to savor the moment when he was actually allowed to touch them. He reached forward slowly, barely grazing the sides before she stepped away. "Hey!" I want to touch those!

He must have frowned, because she laughed and grabbed his hand, pulling him into the bedroom. "How did you get me half-naked so quickly?"

He shrugged cockily, "Just one of my many skills." It wasn't that great of a comeback, but he was too busy staring at the big, beautiful, dangly boobs in front of him.

Her legs hit the front of the bed and she slid backward sexily.

He stared at the bed for a moment, knowing he wasn't physically able to pounce on her like he wanted. He sighed and walked to the side of the bed, flopping down on his back.

Cuddy was on him in an instant, legs curling around his waist. She buried her face in his neck and twisted her fingers in his t-shirt.

House was still trying to get a taste of her breats. He lunched hungrily, halfway on top of her.

This time, he bit into the fabric of his shirt as it was being pulled over his head.

He growled and she touched his cheek, fingering his short hair. "Patience," she whispered.

He smiled and ducked his head toward her chest. Again, she moved out of the way to pull his undershirt off. "There. It's better now that we're even." He raised an eyebrow in confusion and she explained, "With our clothes. I don't want to be the only one showing some skin." She pressed against him and he closed his eyes.

"Yeah." House tried to concentrate, but she felt too smooth and cool against his skin. And then she started kissing him again so he forgot about her breasts for a second. Only a second, though, because they were there, soft against his chest. He brushed the side of one again, causing her to moan and press harder into him.

Poor things. They're getting squashed. He moved his lips to her cheek and she took the hint to move back. "Okay. I know you've been waiting." Her eyes squinted excitedly. She leaned back, resting on the pillows.

"Waiting?" He grabbed eagerly, grinning as he finally cupped her breasts. "You've been thrusting these in front of me- teasing me for years. It's been a fucking war between my libido and desire to keep my job."

She sighed, turning her head into the pillow. "I probably wouldn't have fired you, if you'd slipped up."

"You would have been pissed." He kissed her cleavage and then a nipple.

"Hmmm." She didn't even have a comment.

He grinned and sucked the nipple hard, using his hand to play with the other. He felt her fingers stroke against his forehead and he looked up. She had her eyes closed, running her fingers lightly over his face and shoulders. She's so hot, he thought.After a while, he switched nipples, brushing the wet one with his fingers.

She tugged at his hair. "Sorry. I-"

"It's okay." He felt a little guilty about sucking her nipples raw, but he'd been waiting so long. "You know I can't get enough."

"Yeah." She smiled playfully and kissed him on the lips.

She looked so beautiful, happy and flushed with her fantastic rack right in front of his eyes, that House just had to tell her, "I love you."

Cuddy pulled him more fully on top of her and deepened the kiss. Her legs almost wrapped twice around him, pressing her pelvis against him. "Me too."

"Wait a minute." What the hell had he just said? He paused and took a few deep breaths. "I didn't mean that."

"What?" She pushed him off of her, moving away. "You're kidding, right?"

Oh, fuck. I guess I did mean it. Now I have to make up some crap and shit, she's mad. He felt her arms tense in anger, and he rubbed his hands up the length of them. "Actually, I was deciding if angry sex would be hotter than passionate sex. What do you think?"

"I think you're an asshole." She sat up straight, staring at him, seemingly pondering her options.

House didn't like the way she was drawing away from him. Angry sex wasn't working out too well. "Okay, okay. Get back over here. You know I meant it."

"No. I don't." She sighed and kissed him, sliding back to lie next to him.

He threw an arm over her waist, tugging her until their hips met. Then, he pecked at her cheek until she smiled. She turned her head to kiss him, this time with much less enthusiasm, which was a little disappointing but he supposed that he deserved it.

She surprised him by pressing on his shoulders and rolling them over. "It's your turn."

"Are you going to suck on my nipples?" He leaned back, his hands tucked behind his head. This should be good.

She kissed each of his nipples once, softly, and ran her hands through his light chest hair. "I was hoping I would get to suck on something else."

He tried to hide just how excited he was with a sarcastic retort. "That was clever."

"Shut up." She kissed his stomach, leaving wet marks which she nuzzled away with her nose.

He took a deep breath in when she unbuttoned his pants. It was nerve-wrecking, yet he wanted it so badly. He watched her, and knew she was nervous too. Her lips were slightly parted in a half smile and her hands were too clumsy to be confident. She pulled the pants down his legs, running her hands over them on the way back up. Before she could reach for his boxers, he stopped hers. "Take off yours too." He paused. "Just so that we're even."

"Okay."

Clad in only ivory panties, she climbed back on his legs. "Better?"

"Oooooh yeah." She looked like every fantasy he'd ever had. Smooth, smooth legs and an ass that he just couldn't wait to grab. He touched her hair, sliding his fingers through her bangs. She looked up and kissed his fingers as her own moved the elastic of his boxers to the middle of his thigh.

He was only halfway hard, not taking his Viagra beforehand. But, with her light touch just grazing over his length- he was ready to go in no time. Cuddy kept her mouth at his thighs for as long as she could, until his eyes started pleading her so his mouth wouldn't have to. Still, she moved so painfully slowly as she rubbed her open mouth over his balls. And then a slightest tip of a warm tongue at the base of his penis.

He closed his eyes, letting out a deep breath that was almost a moan. "Jesus Christ, Cuddy." The same tip ran all the way up and then all the way back down. Ohh fuck. He pursed his lips, as to not let the expletive out.

"Don't fall asleep on me." She brushed her lips and nose against him.

"I'm not!" His voice rang out, and he peeked out at the incredibly hot visual of her staring at his dick. Hold on! He looked at the ceiling and curled his fingers in the sheets.

She slowly lowered her mouth onto him, held for a second, and then withdrew, sucking to keep as little space in her mouth as possible. "Feel good?"

"Yeah." He was still looking at the ceiling.

"Watch this time." She repeated the motion with his eyes on her.

Fuck, she's doing this on purpose. When she reached the tip again, he gasped, "Cuddy? Come back up here now."

"I've barely even done anything yet." She rubbed her fingers over his balls. "Just give me a little warning, okay?" He nodded and she went down on him again, this time much quicker and less deep. He turned his head into the pillow and watched her out of one eye. He could feel her tongue pressing down and lapping up him with every bob of her head. He waited as long as he could before thrusting his hips and saying, "Cuddy."

She understood, and stopped immediately, holding him tightly in her hand.

He regained control quickly. Wow. "Do you do that to every guy?" Please, no.

She shook her head.

Liar. Not that he thought she was a slut, but women tended to lie about stuff like that just to make guys feel better. He told himself that he wasn't falling for it- for her- but he really did feel special.

"Condom?" She asked, sitting up and straddling his legs.

"You don't trust me?" She shouldn't, with his past history of hookers. But truthfully, he didn't have any STD's and he liked that she generally expected better of him.

She ran her hand up his length again, making sure he didn't go soft on her. "I'm not on the pill, so..."

"Aren't you trying to get pregnant?" That question brought up too many complexities that they weren't willing to talk about.

She raised an eyebrow.

"Then what's the problem?" He took her hand off of him. "You don't have any STD's, do you?"

"No." She withdrew her hand and sighed in thought. "Okay. But you'd better not regret this."

"I won't!" He replied enthusiastically. He waited as she decided what to do.

A curious smile crossed her face as she leaned forward to kiss him. It was soft and slow, and their tongues pressed against each other patiently. His hand stroked down her stomach to her panties, only to meet her hand there. Together, they pulled the white lace to her knees. She sat up to quickly remove them the rest of the way, as well as his boxers.

She straddled him again, hovering over him. "Ready?" She asked, her hands flat on his chest.

"Yeah." He helped her slide onto him, guiding her hips as she closed her eyes. The look of bliss on her face told him that she felt as amazing as he did. Her legs, strong around him. Her hands, soft and nurturing. Her face, mouth open, cheeks flushed. Everything else was hot and wet and tight, and he couldn't think at all.

He didn't move a muscle until she shifted on him. Leaned forward, back, forward. And then she rocked her pelvis back, pulling out halfway, and then pushing forward back onto him.

House reached forward and cupped a breast, and liked that so much that he grabbed the other one. Then, he noticed one of her hands rubbing her clit and decided that he should probably do that, since she was doing all the work anyway.

Cuddy smiled briefly when he took control, and then went back to focusing on her in-and-out.

After a while, he grabbed her hips. "Stop." He tried to flip them over himself but she wouldn't let him. "Let me be on top for a little while."

"No," she said, between breaths. "Thigh...get...hurt." She shook her head, and the morning sun reflected off the beads of sweat on her face.

"I'll be fine." She was already tired, and he knew he could really finish them off. "Just let me."

"No!" She whined.

House hated whining, especially in bed. "Well, how am I going to tell the whole hospital that I fucked Lisa Cuddy if you're sittin' here, doing all the work?" He hadn't really thought about it, seeing nothing wrong with his words immediately after he said them.

"Fine!" She threw herself off of him and on the other side of the bed, on her back. "Sprain your damn leg."

She was crossing her arms over her breasts, which was inspiring to House. He pinned her arms to the bed so she couldn't move, something he'd always wanted to do.

"Stop it!" She pulled at her arms.

"Can't." He kissed her neck and prepared to enter her again.

"No!!" She flailed and kicked until he let go of her. "Not like that." She placed her arms at her sides. "Okay. Continue."

"Are you okay?" He touched her hair, and kissed her to remind her of what they felt.

"Yeah." She shrugged. "Just fuck me."

Her tone seemed to mock him, and the indifference was getting more than a little annoying. He wondered if he'd done anything that awful just by suggesting that they switch positions. He didn't mean to degrade her or anything, but with women- he never knew how they would take a simple gesture.

House figured he could get her back into the mood by rubbing her clit and sucking on her neck. He started to press into her, and then pulled away to open her legs a little more. "Ready?"

"Yeah." She sounded exasperated.

Damn it. What's wrong with her? It wasn't nice to hold grudges during sex. He wasn't thinking clearly and couldn't help what came out of his mouth.

He pushed into her anyway, watching her face. She barely twitched. He moved faster, trying to excite her, but it didn't work. She lay still, touching his arms.

"Come on, Cuddy." He grunted. He was almost there, and he didn't want to let go without her.

"Oh. Right." She said bitterly. Immediately she moaned and began faking the most obnoxious fake orgasm he'd ever experienced. Between tossing her head and making loud noises, she managed to clench down on him just right. With the additional friction he came, falling on top of her.

Cuddy waited for a few seconds and then pushed him off of her. "Done?"

"No." Does she have to be such a bitch about it? He breathed into the pillow and lifted his head. "What's wrong?"

She didn't say anything at first, finding her underwear and putting it on. "I just think I misunderstood you."

He groaned. Women. She was just trying to make him feel better with nice words. "What are you thinking?"

She turned away, her back towards him as she pretended to look for her clothing. "I'm thinking...that the only reason you want to have sex with me is so you can tell everyone else about it."

"I just said that." He didn't mean it.

She paced the room, too embarrassed to let him see the naked front of her. He rolled over. "What are you doing?"

"Leaving." Proving her point, she exited the room. She was back soon, though, with her bra on. "I told you that I liked you."

"I told you that I loved you," he retorted, looking for his boxers. Where'd she put them?

"You took it back." She slipped on her shirt.

"No!" He yelled in protest. He crawled forward, holding the sheet to his skin. "I meant it."

"No, you didn't." She sat down on the edge of the bed, running her hands through her hair.

"Yeah, I did." He touched her hand hesitantly. "And I didn't say it just to get you into bed." Although it helped.

She turned towards him, warming up to him a little bit. "So, do you want to be in a relationship or just friends with benefits or something else?" Finally, she looked at him with an expression that wasn't a glare.

"I don't know, Cuddy!" He hated that question almost as much as he hated the relationship label. He'd already had that unfortunate experience with Stacy, and he definitely didn't want the same thing to happen with Cuddy. "Right now, I just want you to get back into bed." Cuddy hadn't orgasmed and he wasn't going to leave her unsatisfied during their first time.

"House," She shook her head, reluctantly pulling her legs onto the bed. "You've already gotten what you want. You can go to work now, telling Wilson and Chase and everyone that you screwed the boss. Congratulations."

She was right. He couldn't wait to see the looks on their faces. But he wasn't finished with Cuddy yet. "It's not that simple. Yeah, I'm going to brag. But I'm having way too much fun to let you go now." She smiled and he scooted right next to her. "Believe me. I love you."

She took a deep breath in when his fingers slid between her thighs. "Okay?" He asked quietly. She didn't say anything, but she didn't seem mad. He moved his hand a little. It was already hot and sticky. He took off her panties and started to rub her between her legs. She moaned. "Like that?" He continued, kissing her. His other hand found her breast until he decided it was too squashed between their bodies. Then, he brought it up around her neck.

They stayed like that for a while- as he kept rubbing her and whispering and humming.

She placed a hand on his chest and kissed him.

He ran his lips over her cheek. "Forgive me?"

"Yes." She stared up at him.

"Do you love me?"

"Yes." She brought him back down on top of her for another deep kiss. She tried to keep him there, but he resisted and moved to her stomach with a smirk.

"House..." Her head rolled against the pillow, like his had done several minutes ago. "You don't have to..."

"Shhh." He made the noise against her clit and then covered it with his lips.

She moaned, "House."

Oh, this was going to be fun for him, especially if she continued to be this loud. He sunk two fingers deep into her, and then pulled out, teasing her with a few shallow thrusts. He pushed them in again, this time curling around, pressing hard, trying to find...

She groaned and kicked a leg out.

"There." He told himself, tickling her there a bit.

He licked her clit and she gasped. "God, House, I'm..."

He kept moving his fingers in and out, trying to hit the same spot every time. Sometimes he missed, but when he hit it exactly, he could feel her muscles contract around his fingers.

He kissed her clit. Kissed, then licked, then sucked. And then she came, lifting her hips up to his face.

He kept his fingers moving throughout the last of the clenches, as he moved up her body (tasting a nipple, of course).

"Thank you." She held him close, pulling at the skin of his chest. "Thank you. That was amazing."

So are you. "Yeah." He kissed her, his arms wrapping around her. "So, we're staying in bed all day?"

She laughed and poked him. "No way. We'll go in at twelve."

"You can't take one day off?" They finally slept together! The whole hospital should get a fucking holiday.

"Nope." She stroked his cheek. "I have work to do and you have to talk to Wilson."

House did want to talk to his best friend, but he certainly could call him from home. Even better- have him come over and see Cuddy and House behaving like a couple in the flesh. "I'm too tired." He buried his head in a pillow and pretended to snore.

She hit him playfully. "Get up." He felt her legs shift next to his.

"No!" House 'woke up' and trapped her between his arms. "Stay here."

She smiled up at him.

"You're really beautiful when you smile," he told her. I'm in a romantic mood today...weird.

She gave him an even cheesier smile.

"Not that kind." He leaned over her and brushed his lips over her collar bone.

"You know..." She grabbed his jaw and kissed him, wrinkling her nose. "This stubble is really getting to me."

He smirked. "Getting to you in a away that make you want to jump me?"

"No..." She rubbed her own chin. "It's more like I don't want to be marred across the face when I go to work."

"I will try..." He kissed her very lightly. "...to be more careful."

"I think it's very sexy, though." She stared at him, smouldering, and hooked a leg around his hip.

"Hmmm..." He wanted to kiss her, but he could see the skin around her lips starting to turn red. "I think I have to start shaving, if I want to kiss you other places." He touched between her legs, so she knew exactly what he meant.

"Hey!" She swatted at his hand. "That...um...sounds good." She seemed really distracted, shifting around in the bed, looking for something. "Where are my panties?"

"Umm." I have to find them before she does! Where did I put them? He checked on his side of the bed. They were crumbled in a ball next to his sheet. House grabbed them. "Here they are." He played with them for a minute.

"May I have them?" Cuddy asked impatiently.

"No." House shoved them in the crevice between his headboard and the wall. "You'll never get them. Don't even try."

Of course, she didn't listen to him. "House!" She scrambled up to peek over the headboard. "I can't even see them. You have to move the bed."

House laughed. Yeah, right. "Cuddy, this thing literally weighs a ton. I'm not moving it. You can go to work panty-less."

"I cannot!" She insisted.

"You're wearing pants. No one will notice." Except me. When I take them off of you.

"That's gross." She made a face of disgust. "That's how you get yeast infections, you know."

"You have been lied to, Cuddy." Okay, so House didn't really know if it was true or not, but he supposed that Cuddy kept her pants clean enough not to get some sort of bacterial infection.

She put a hand over her eyes. "I can't believe this."

As Cuddy contemplated her humility, House tugged her back down on the bed. He nuzzled her breasts, and then sucked at her cleavage. "I think..." he said, in between wet kisses, "...we should eat stuff off of each other." He paused. "I could just eat ice cream off of you right now." He took a bite out of her stomach. "Chocolate, preferrably."

"Okay," she said nervously. "Is this one of your fantasies?"

"Yep." He kissed her abdomen. "One of many."

"You should make a list." She twirled her fingers into his hair, and pulled him back up. "I might do some of them."

"Really?" He kissed her, forgetting about the burn he was leaving on her.

The sound of a door opening came from the other room.

Cuddy jumped, hogging the blanket by pulling it over her. "Damn it. Who is that?"

"Give me some." House pulled some of the blanket towards him. At least Cuddy has some clothes on. I'm completely naked. Footsteps moved around his apartment, stopping in front of the closed door leading to House's bedroom.

"House?" A familiar voice asked.

Cuddy and House both let out a sigh of relief, "Wilson."