Disclaimer: I Don't own House MD or any of it's affiliates. hhmmm. That sounded kind of oficial...I don't own it, so, you know, don't get on my case dudes.

A/N: I think I'm going to write a prequel to this about the bet and the attempts by the others to get House. That would be funny.

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"House isn't gonna hand you anything…

You want him, you gotta take him-

Jump him"

Dr. Robert Chase, Episode 1-20: Love Hurts.

I rolled off him and bounced heavily on the mattress, breathing hard and hearing his echoing, post-orgasmic, sounds next to me.

I grinned to myself and almost laughed.

I won.

Cameron had tried and got as far as a dinner date, Foreman was almost to second base when things went awry, and Wilson had nearly made it to third when it all backfired.

But I had succeeded; I hit the homerun.

"Now" I heard him say in his gruff, caustic tone, "I expect you to go brag loudly to the rest of them tomorrow so someone can finally win your little bet and you all can stop trying to jump me"

My smile faded, along with my post-coital, warm-and-fuzzy feeling.

He wasn't supposed to find out.

One month ago-on a no-case, boring day- a bet had been made…no- THE bet.

I can't even remember how we got on the subject, but Foreman and I started razzing Cameron about her date with House again, about how she hadn't been able to get him into the sack. She challenged us to do better.

Fifty bucks to start with, but when Foreman failed the stakes quintupled. We were really getting into it.

I knew my approach would work…I was so sure, that I could hardly wait for my go.

Cameron had been too soft, all kind and caring, trying to get him to open up so they could "Make love", completely off. He shuts down when you do that, he doesn't want anyone fixing him, he doesn't need a romantic relationship.

Foreman had been too domineering, trying to control everything, make him submit. He doesn't like to be bossed around, he just fights you off.

Wilson was too close, he was too manipulating, he wanted to get what he was after without risking their friendship. He doesn't like to be lied to, and made to do things without him knowing it. But their original relationship is still intact.

I let him take charge, and I still took what I wanted, but I was straight forward about it. There were no games, no question of authority, no manipulation, and no trying to fix him.

He gave what he wanted and I took what I wanted.

"This isn't about the bet" I said, starring at his bedroom ceiling and wondering…hoping, that I'll be able to see it from this position again.

"At least not for me" I added before rolling over and planting one on him.

When I pulled back he was scrutinizing me.

"You're not playing" he said.

"I never was" I replied.

The End.