Something was tickling his cheek. House was in that lovely and hazy state between a deep sleep and gradual wakefulness, but there was definitely something moving back and forth across his face gently. He was sure he had gone to bed alone last night. The first time in two days since an exhausted and stunning saviour in pink scrubs had stepped in to his bathroom and gave him his 833rd chance, but he was positive he remembered her leaving Sunday night. As his mind crawled towards fully conscious, he turned slightly towards the distraction and slowly opened one eye. Well, it was definitely Cuddy, but not as he remembered her. This Cuddy was in full PPTH battle gear; perfect make up, carefully styled hair, light grey suit over a not-cut-low-enough red top, and the ever present heels, which never failed to simultaneously arouse and terrify him. She was nuzzling her nose across his cheek and up over his own whilst gazing down at him, wearing the most dazzling grin he had ever seen. As his other eye opened he couldn't have not smiled back if his life had depended on it.

Cuddy's lips skimmed teasingly over his own before she pulled back slightly, one arm on either side of his head, "For someone who has been shot and punched more times than I can remember, you're very blasé about leaving your front door unlocked."

Chuckling, House's hands found her backside, smoothing over the cheeks and up her back until he reached her shoulder blades. Pulling her upper body back down towards him, their lips made contact and he murmured against her mouth, "I like to live dangerously," before kissing her hungrily.

One of House's hands moved in to Cuddy's hair and he tilted her head, looking for a better angle then deepening the kiss. He could feel his morning erection growing even harder, starting to strain against his pyjama pants, and needed to feel her against him. Using a hand on the small of her back he brought her pelvis down against his own, grinding up as soon as he felt contact, and groaned in to her mouth.

"Do we have time?" he asked breathlessly.

Cuddy took a second to process the question, her brain hazy with want. Glancing at House's alarm clock she didn't even really register the numbers, already nodding and sitting back to remove her suit jacket. Following her example House pulled off his t-shirt and watched as she unzipped her skirt, slipping it over her hips, "For the record, I was only coming by for coffee and breakfast."

House was fumbling under the sheets, trying desperately to remove his pyjama pants. Once they had cleared his legs and been thrown across the room, he moved on to his knees, reaching for the top she was still wearing and frantically pulling it over her head. Her statement finally reached his ears and he growled hotly against her lips, "Don't care," as his tongue found it's way in to her mouth and he pushed her backwards, still in her bra and panties, their heads now at the bottom of the bed.

Cuddy arched under him as his hips moved slowly, his erection grinding against her moist panties. His lips moved down her chin, his hot breath and wet tongue trailing along her jaw, a quick kiss placed below her left ear, then down her neck. He placed an open mouthed kiss to the top of her breast and a thumb ran over the nipple before the hand disappeared, as quickly as it had announced it's presence, in search of her bra clasp.

The bra was tossed over the side of the bed and his mouth descended, tongue flicking out against a nipple. His immediate plans, however, were halted abruptly when Cuddy pushed him back gently and reached down to remove her underwear. He couldn't help reaching out towards her sex, his fingers spread over her abdomen and his thumb finding her clit, even as his eyes questioned her reason for stopping him.

His thumb encouraged a loud gasp from her and her breathing was laboured when she spoke, "We're aiming for a quickie, remember?"

House grinned as he removed his hand, nudging her legs further apart with his knees, "Just as well we have twenty plus years of back dated foreplay to cash in on then."

He ran his hands over her thighs and up her sides before placing them at either side of her on the bed and pulling his hips back until the head of his cock was pressing deliciously at her entrance. Their eyes locked and Cuddy nodded. He stole a heated kiss from her lips before surging forward, both of them letting out strangled moans. House thrust his hips a couple of times until she had completely enveloped him, and without even moving, the feel of her around him had him unable to keep his eyes open and he pressed his face in to her neck.

His voice was muffled as he spoke, "Jesus Cuddy. That feeling is never gonna get old."

Her rand running through the hair at the back of his head, Cuddy moved her legs up and over his hips, her feet coming to rest against his ass cheeks before she thrust up, urging him to move. House pushed himself back up on to his arms and immediately started up a quick rhythm with his hips. He had been pretty much hard almost from the minute he opened his eyes that morning and he knew that he wouldn't last long. But, given that that was exactly what Cuddy was looking for, it only spurred him on. Cuddy tilted her hips up and his next thrust hit deeper, encouraging him to speed up and push in to her harder. Cuddy was mewling below him, writhing against the sheets, and her shoulders shot off the bed as his thumb found her clit again. She was pushing her head as far back in to the bed as she possibly could as she cried out, "Yes. Right there, House. Please don't stop."

That sight alone had House's balls tightening and a familiar tingling was moving from his thighs and up in to his abdomen. He worked his thumb faster against her, his hips frantically rocking in to her and he knew this was his home stretch. Cuddy's pelvis rose in to the air and everything seemed to stop for a split second before she began to buck wildly and the already tight walls of her sex closed in on his shaft. He could vaguely hear her calling his name over and over until all thought processes shut down and he thrust hard one last time, coming harder then he would ever have given a quickie credit for.

House's hips pumped forward gently a couple more times, completely out with his own control, and he ran his parted lips from Cuddy's cleavage to her mouth, kissing her lazily for a few seconds before toppling to the side and staring up at the ceiling, still a little dazed. He was concentrating on the decline in his heart rate when she started to laugh. They both turned to look at each other - he noted that Cuddy's mascara had smudged around one eye. Her hair was also in complete disarray, but he thought it would be rude to mention it. It being his fault and all - "I love that you're an atheist in every which way, except during sex."

He laughed and continued to lounge lazily on the bed as she got up and started to gather her clothes. She turned to him as she fastened her bra and he unapologetically stared at her breasts while she spoke to him, "There's coffee and a muffin in the kitchen for you. But I have to get going," she pulled her panties over her legs and over her hips before sitting down. When there was no response from House she glanced back at him. He was staring at the ceiling, his brow furrowed. Leaving him to his thoughts she picked up her top, but just as she was about to pull it on, she felt the bed shift and then House's hand run down the length of her back gently. When she turned to him again he was on his side, an elbow propping him up, and he clearly intended to share his thoughts.

"Do you think it'll always be like this?" He sounded like he was in awe.

One of Cuddy's sculpted eyebrows rose in question and he smirked at her, "The sex. Wanting each other this... Intensely. I'm not sure I'll even survive the honeymoon period."

Her red top was in place now and she was grinning as she stepped in to her skirt, "You said it House. Twenty plus years of foreplay."

Jacket now in place and looking almost as immaculate as she had before he jumped her, Cuddy leaned down and gave him one last, lazy kiss, "I'll see you at work." Her tone was intimate and his stomach actually lurched.

She was suddenly gone and he could hear her heels click through his apartment. As his front door closed behind her, he rolled out of bed and limped to the bathroom, wondering if he would be able to catch her in the parking garage.


AN: I have a couple more missing scenes from Selfish that I want to write, as well as at least one for most of the other episodes of Season 7. This is obviously my jumping off point, so let me know if you think I should continue. I also wouldn't be opposed to requests.

Also, I have never in my life written smut before. It was terrifying.