Previously...

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.

House let out a sigh of relief, "Wilson."

Chapter 2

"Wilson?!" Cuddy shrieked and leaped out of House's arms and off of the bed, pulling the sheet with her. "Damn it, House! I need my panties!" She peeked behind the bed, observing the white fabric on the floor. I'll never be able to get them!

House was lying completely naked and exposed on the bed. He swung his legs over the bed and limped over to her. "I need some covers too." He barely covered up his lower body before Wilson opened the door.

At the sight of Cuddy and House, Wilson doubled over and covered his eyes. "Oh my God! House!" He turned around and chuckled. "Cuddy!"

Cuddy could hear him laughing. "Stop it, Wilson. It's not funny."

"What are you doing here?" House asked, trying to tug a little more of the sheet onto him.

Wilson laughed again, "I'm...I'm here to check on you. It's nearly lunchtime, you know."

Cuddy tried to sneak around Wilson to get her clothes. House stopped her, wrapping an arm around her waist and wrestling her to the ground. This, Wilson had to look at. "What are you guys doing?"

House was on top of her on the wooden floor, holding her down with his arm pressed into her stomach. "We sooooo did not have sex," he said, grinning up at Wilson.

"House!" She tried to sound as angry as possible, knowing that she wasn't really mad, but she should be.

"What?!" He pretended not to know why she was mad. "I wanted to make sure that you know I didn't have sex with you just to brag to Wilson."

She closed her eyes, torn between the fact that what he said was really sweet and that he'd just actually told Wilson that they'd had sex.

Then again, he would have to find out sometime.

Wilson was impressed. "Wow." He stepped right over them. "You two are really..."

"Yeah," House answered. "Don't worry. I'm sure that she'll share custody of me." He turned to Cuddy. "Amber and I made up a schedule when he started doing her."

Cuddy watched Wilson for signs of sadness or anger at the mention of Amber's name, but only found a glimmer in his eyes. "We don't have to do that," she told him.

"Sure." Wilson's eyebrows were still raised in amusement. "So, are you going to get up, or do you want me to tell everyone that you're going to be out for the day?"

House opened his mouth to voice his preference for the second option, but Cuddy spoke before him. "We'll be in." She smiled at Wilson.

House started to get up, but Cuddy yanked him back down. He groaned.

"Do you think you could give us some privacy?" She asked Wilson.

"Of course." Wilson backed out of the room, still smiling as he closed the door.

Cuddy shoved House off of her as soon as the coast was clear. "I can't believe that Wilson is here!" She searched frantically for her pants. "I can't believe any of this!" She found her pants near the closet, and pulled them on before he stood up.

He slowly put on his boxers while she calmed down and tried to fix her hair and makeup.

She deemed herself decent, and then looked down at her clothes. Shit. "House?"

"Yeah." He hobbled over to her.

She wanted to hug him and feel warm again. He had been strong and protective when everything was so new and scary. But she didn't know what was exactly appropriate for this situation. "I can't want to wear this back to work," she hinted awkwardly.

For once he was mature, although from the smile on his face she could tell he was holding back a smart aleck-y comment. "Oh." He placed a hand on her back and she almost felt like they were a couple. She leaned into him slightly.

House opened the drawers of his dresser, and dug through the clothes. "Lots of t-shirts. Nothing you'd want to wear." He shut the drawers and limped to his closet. "Let's see..." He sifted through a few dress suits, and then withdrew with a flowery old dress in hand.

"I can't wear that," she said. It was a pretty dress, but much too girly for her work-attire. She was supposed to look like a boss, and flowers did not work with that image.

"I know," he said, playing with the fabric in his hands. "Just try it on."

"We don't have time," she said. Her words were contradicted by her fingers, which were unbuttoning her pants again. She was curious about the only article of women's clothing that House possessed. He helped her pull the shirt over her head, and then promptly slid the dress over her face.

Cuddy coughed in surprise; it was a bit musty. "Tell me this isn't a dress from one of your hookers." She adjusted the armholes.

House let out a booming laugh. "It's my mother's."

"Oh!" Cuddy wasn't sure what to think about that, other than that it was a really old dress.

"She wore it to her funeral," House explained calmly.

"What?!" Oh my God. I'm wearing a dead woman's dress.

House laughed again. "I'm just kidding." He helped her tie the string belt around her back. "You know my mother's not dead," he said with an exasperated voice.

Wilson knocked at the door. "Everything okay in there?"

"We're just finding something for Cuddy to wear," House answered.

"Did she come here naked?" Wilson asked, confused. "Wait, no. Don't answer that."

"No!!" Cuddy replied anyway. "I just don't want to wear the same clothes back to the hospital. There would be certain implications..."

"I get it," he stopped her in the interest of time, "If you hurry, we can stop by your house on the way there," Wilson offered through the door.

"That would be nice." Cuddy pulled at the straps of the dress. "We have to get this off."

"You know I'm not very good at hurrying." House grabbed her waist, enjoying the view. He couldn't seem to keep his eyes off of her. "Stop eavesdropping!" He yelled to the door. "We'll be out in a minute!"

"How does it look?" Cuddy asked, biting her lip. She knew it was a bit large on her, as she could feel the excess fabric swishing around her hips. But it was important to make a good impression on the dress so she could make a good impression on House's mother. (As if the two had some weird sort of connection.)

House rubbed her hips with his thumbs, smilling at her strangely. He kissed her softly.

He didn't have to say anything, and she knew exactly how he felt. "Really?" The way he was looking at her- she might as well have been naked. She combed a few fingers through her hair, trying to appear as sexy as possible.

"Yeah." He lead her to a chair in the corner and sat down.

She held onto his hands as he glanced over her again. Wilson, alone and impatient in the living room, crossed her mind.

House yanked her down onto his lap, interrupting her thoughts. He winced.

"House." She shifted onto his good leg, caressing the other. "Love you," she whispered into his neck.

His hand avoided hers as it massaged the pain out of his leg.

She knew he was feeling better when she felt his hand up the dress on the side of her thigh. "We have to go," she reminded him.

"Just a little longer." He tilted his forehead into hers and kissed her again. This time, his tongue pressed sweetly into her mouth. She gave in, distracted, for God knows how long as his hands rubbed her to arousal. One of them was squeezing her ass, the other stroking the wetness in between her legs, so she was literally sandwiched between his hands.

"I can't believe I missed this," House said, spreading his hand out to cup her ass, and then squeezing each cheek individually.

"You were preoccupied," she said dreamily as she shifted to feel his erection on her thigh.

"Yeah," he remembered, staring down the gape in the flowing dress at her cleavage.

She moaned, absolutely hot for him. Her eyelids fluttered and she grinded down on his thigh. After only a few minutes, she was nearly to orgasm.

A knock came at the door. "I'm leaving," Wilson announced.

"No!" She moaned again. She knew she should get up and see her baby and go to work, but the heat between them was too strong.

House felt her attempt to pull away and forced her hand to his bulging crotch. "Just go, Wilson. We'll be in. Sometime."

"I knew I couldn't trust you two alone," Wilson sighed.

House kissed Cuddy, pleading.

She pried herself off of him and stood up to open the door.

House groaned, leaning back in the chair.

Wilson looked in at House, who wasn't even bothering to hide his erection. He turned to Cuddy, "Are you wearing that to work?"

"No." She didn't want to take it off though, seeing the effect it had on House. The dress will always be here. Rachel won't. The board meeting won't.

"It's my mother's wedding dress." House covered his eyes, trying to picture something else.

"It's her wedding dress?" Cuddy looked down. It was so faded now, but she supposed it could have been white at some time.

"Why are you wearing it?" Wilson asked her.

Cuddy looked to House.

"I wanted to see her in a wedding dress!" House, somewhat less aroused at the very sound of Wilson's voice, stood up. He wrapped his arms around Cuddy.

Cuddy took a deep breath. "Tell me this is a wedding dress thing. And not the fact that it's your mother's." She was starting to feel like an intruder, wearing the dress. It was someone else's wedding dress, something that was picked out to be be special forever, and here Cuddy was wearing it without even knowing or recognizing the significance of it.

"Just the wedding dress," House reassured her, his lips on her ear.

"Are you getting married?" Wilson asked with wide eyes.

Cuddy blushed, shrinking into House. I didn't even think...

House replied for them, "Of course not. I'm not you. I don't get married after one morning of mind-blowing sex."

Mind-blowing. Cuddy smiled softly, liking the sound of that. Sure, she agreed, but she hadn't known that he felt the same way.

"What about the twenty years you spent as friends?" Wilson seemed like he didn't believe them.

"Doesn't count until you sleep together."

Cuddy could practically feel the arrogance radiating off of him, and frowned. It was just habit, even though she knew he was kidding.

House felt her move slightly, and tightened his arms around her. "It's just a fantasy!" He fisted a handful of fabric at her stomach and kissed her neck. "One that we will definitely be adding to our list."

Wilson shook his head. "I don't want to know."

"Ask about the list!" House encouraged enthusiastically.

"Don't." Cuddy gently pushed House away. "We have to go. You should talk about this when I'm not in the room." If it was inevitable that Wilson would hear all the details, then she didn't want to be around to be embarrassed. Also, she missed Rachel and now her role as hospital administrator was calling her more than House's body.

Unsurprisingly, House made a whining sound.

"I promise I'll change this time," she told Wilson.

"Not a chance." He leaned against the doorway. "I'm not falling for that again." He eyed House pointedly.

"You're going to watch me change?" She swallowed, knowing that she didn't have any panties on. She, too, looked to House for help.

"I'm going to keep House off of you," Wilson said, emphasizing this point by forcing House's fingers off of her. "You need to get dressed too."

"Not until Cuddy does." House bitterly stepped away and kept his eyes trained on her.

"Okay." I have to be the mature one again. She scooped her pants up off of floor and slid her legs into the holes. She made sure that the dress hung over and covered her as she pulled the pants up. She kept a close eyes on Wilson and House, confirming that they couldn't see anything. Wilson helped to pull the dress over her head, his eyes avoiding her breasts for the sake of modesty, even though she still had a bra on.

House folded his arms across his chest. "Those are mine," he said, indicating her breasts.

Wilson was instantly embarrassed, but Cuddy didn't really mind him seeing her. It would have been much more awkward if she thought that he desired her sexually, but she was pretty sure they had a brother-sister relationship, or at least two good friends who didn't think of each other like that. She hurried to tug on her shirt anyway. "I'm ready."

Wilson was still shielding his vision for some reason, and House shrugged and looked around as if he had nothing to do.

Where's my purse? "I'm gonna go. I'll meet you guys at the hospital."

House appeared sad for a moment, his eyebrows tilting upward.

She kissed his cheek. "I'll see you there."

He lingered close to her. "We'll wait for you out front. To walk in together."

"Speak for yourself." Wilson scoffed.

Cuddy understood. She'd taken a lot of unnecessary time out of his work day already. "Get dressed," she told House.

"No. I'm going to work like this," He said sarcastically and pointed down to his boxers with an annoyed expression.

She rolled her eyes and left. She paused just out of the doorway, expecting and then hearing House and Wilson begin to gossip like the little girls they were.

There wasn't a silent moment as House got dressed. His bragging lead to Wilson's lecturing, which in turn pissed House off. He didn't want to hear or think about any consequences.

And Wilson- who'd always been pushing House and Cuddy together- seemed to find a lot of faults with their relationship.

It wasn't fair. House wanted to revel in his accomplishment. He brooded on the ride to work, staring out the window as Wilson explained exactly how Cuddy was going to get hurt. "Even though you're off the Vicodin," he was saying, "which is great, by the way, but Cuddy thinks you're going to be a completely different person. And you're not."

How the hell does he know what Cuddy is thinking? House didn't say anything of that sort. "At least I'm getting some." He had to pretend like he didn't care.

"You're not in a relationship? It's just sex?" Wilson raised an eyebrow.

"Of course." When did I decide that? House gritted his teeth and kept his eyes on the green landscape flying by. He hated the "relationship" word. Why does everyone have to call it that? He'd better not talk to Cuddy about this.

"Does Cuddy know this?"

"I don't know. We haven't had much time to talk being interrupted in the middle of wild, animal sex." He sounded good, like he was completely in control of everything.

"Do you know that you're not in a relationship?"

Actually, he wasn't sure. He preferred not to think about it. "Yes. Me, myself, and I had a long discussion about it and we think it's the way to go."

"Good luck telling Cuddy that you're just in it for the sex." Wilson shook his head.

House winced. Cuddy was definitely not going to like that bit of information. He wished that she would just expect the worst of him, so she would be pleasantly surprised rather than disappointed. House then decided that he would wait to discuss it with her, just until he was sure of himself.

They pulled into PPTH and Wilson got out of the car, House right behind him. Wilson stopped in the doorway. "Aren't you going to wait for Cuddy?"

House peered out at the motionless parking lot. "She'll find us."

Cuddy slipped into his office a few hours later, speechless. She was carrying a sleeping Rachel in a sling around her neck.

He looked up at her. "Bring your baby to work day?"

"No," she paused. "I couldn't bear to leave her at home." She touched Rachel's head. "It's only a half-day and the nanny's been working so hard..."

"TMI!" House screeched, tipping back on his chair.

"What is the matter with you?" She whispered, as to not wake her baby. "I thought you were going to wait for me, and now you're being all distant..." Oh God, it's already happening. He's regretting everything.

He stood up. "Distant?" He hobbled over to her and kissed her. "How's that?"

She smacked her lips together. "Better."

"Not my best..." He leaned against his desk. "But you've got a kid strapped to you, so..."

"Yeah." She looked down at Rachel again. Okay, he's still holding back a little. Nothing like we were this morning. Maybe it's Rachel. Maybe he can't handle my baggage. "Do you have a case?"

"Yep." He patted the manila folder on his desk. "Seventeen year old girl with vitreous fluid coming out of her nose. Oh, and a rash that's from Africa, but she's never left Philly."

She wanted to scream 'TMI!' at him in revenge, but she figured that she'd better set a good example, as an employer and a mother. "Is she having sex?"

House rolled his eyes. "They're always having sex."

She opened her mouth to ask about the tests, but he interrupted, "Taken care of."

"Results?" She swayed as she felt Rachel waking up, and she promptly fell back asleep.

"None yet." House flipped furiously through a tiny notebook on his desk, and then began scribbling something.

"At least she's not dying," Cuddy offered, looking around. It's so quiet in here. It's never quiet.

House tapped his pencil on the desk. "She may go blind."

Yeah, that sucks. "What are you doing?"

"Making a list of our fantasies," he said, nonchalantly. He casually flipped through the book.

"Give me that." She snatched it from him. "Eat ice-cream off of Cuddy," she read and nodded, "Cuddy in a wedding dress," Okay, already established that one. "Bend Cuddy over the kitchen table." She raised her eyebrow at this, and the next one, "Tie Cuddy to the bed." She laughed and crossed 'Cuddy' out and put 'House'. "Sex in public. Pretty standard. Sex in Cuddy's office." She crossed that one off. "Blow job at work." She drew a line through that one, but only very lightly so that it could be erased. The next one had been written in very recently, "Breastfeeding." She laughed. "You know I can't do that, right? I'm not actually lactating."

"This one..." He ran his hand over her breast, cupping it and brushing his finger over the nipple. "is just for me. No milk involved please." He ruffled Rachel's hair gently. "Thanks for the inspiration, kid."

"Yeah," Cuddy sighed, and placed her hand on Rachel's head, where House's had just been. She handed the list back to him.

"Why aren't you mad?" He demanded.

"What?" She felt Rachel begin to wake up a little, and bounced her around the room.

"I'm making a list of sex fantasies instead of doing clinic duty," He bragged, following her.

She shrugged and kissed her baby. "I'm just tired. Maybe I'll be mad tomorrow."

"Too tired for fantasies?" He frowned, holding up the list.

"I don't know." She ignored his worried expression and walked to the window, holding Rachel up to look at the rain. "What happens when we don't have any fantasies left?"

"There will always be fantasies," he reassured, stepping a few feet away from her.

"You know what I'm asking," she said softly, "Are we just going to be sex?" Because I don't know if I can do that.

"Yes, hopefully, we will always have sex..."

"Stop avoiding the question!" She said, angrily. "I'm so tired of this..." She covered Rachel's ears. "...bull-shit."

House leaned forward and rested all of his weight on his cane. "Calm down, Cuddy. You're going to make a scene."

She didn't know if he was joking, or actually trying to press her buttons, but she could literally feel the anger building inside of her, just about to explode. "Why don't you just tell me now and get it over with? Just so I can feel hurt for a moment, instead of waiting in torturous agony!"

He wrinkled his brow. "Who have you been talking to?"

She took a few deep breaths, and calmed herself. "No one. Why?"

"You're singing a different tune than you were this morning..." He twirled his cane casually in his hands. "Don't you trust me?"

He was right- for some reason, she'd felt a lot more comfortable alone with him at home, than she did here in this hospital, where he was only a pompous ass trying to break her heart. "You're the one who's different!" She held Rachel tightly, and withdrew away from him. "You said you would wait. And then you weren't there."

"Seriously? It wasn't that big of a deal. And look- you managed all on your own!" He mocked her.

"But you said you would wait!" Her voice was just loud enough to make Rachel cry. "Damn it." She sat down on the couch and rocked Rachel and patted her back.

"You're crazy." House sat on the edge of his desk, facing her. "If I'd known you'd be this pissed, I just would have waited. But then I didn't see any point in it and then Wilson kept saying, 'If you stay, you'll be in a relationship with her.'"

"This is your way of telling me that you don't want to be in a relationship? Nice." She shifted on the couch, and prayed that Rachel would stop crying.

"That's what I said to Wilson." He sat next to her. "I don't always tell Wilson the truth."

"Please, stop crying." She whispered to Rachel, feeling a few tears well up in her own eyes. Rachel quieted momentarily, allowing a few whines to escape as Cuddy pressed her to her chest. "Do you still love me?"

He shifted away from her, and she knew the romance was short-lived. He kept his leg barely touching hers on the couch as he faced forward.

She rolled her eyes and pushed away a tear that had fallen. "And men say women are complex." God, did men ever say what they meant? Although she hadn't been completely honest with House about her feelings over the years, at least she meant it when she said she loved him. It must have been the endorphins overloading lust onto his brain. I am so stupid! She sighed frustrated. He was just like the rest of them. Except it hurt more because he was supposed to be different.

"I'm not complex." House crossed his arms, and refused to look at her. "I like sex. I'm a jerk. It's that simple."

She couldn't believe that. Not after the previous morning. But her naivete just made her feel like a small little schoolgirl with a crush. Maybe that's all she really was. "I still feel the same way." He should know, so he could have all the information before dumping her. At least then he'd feel a little guilty, even if he didn't show it. "I'm not giving up. Do you think you could be kind of a grown-up for a minute and tell me if that's a stupid idea?"

"That's a stupid idea," he said, before she could even finish the question.

"Great." She took a hand off of Rachel and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "You're in a pitiful, I-don't-deserve-anything-good House kind of mood."

"Hey." He still didn't look at her, his stone cold stare set across the room.

"It's the truth." She paused and pretended to think, watching him. "You were fine this morning, after sex. What happened? Is this work environment so terrible that it brings you into a pit of depression? Am I not doing enough for your self-esteem? Maybe we should hire another resident to stroke your ego-"

"Shut up." He nudged her with his shoulder, annoyed. "Don't be catty. It doesn't suit you."

He's so hypocritical! She wanted to yell at him, but she knew it wouldn't do any good. She placed her hand back around Rachel, hugging her, but not too tightly. You're all I have. She couldn't deal with House's mood swings anymore. It was just killing her maternal buzz. She decided to talk about something that would hopefully lift House's spirits a little. "So, Wilson knows. Have you told anyone else?"

He shook his head. "Didn't think you'd want me to."

"I didn't think there would be any stopping you..."

"So I can?!" He finally turned his head to look at her, excited. Before she could answer, he was up on his feet, paging all of his residents.

"House, I didn't say..." It took her a long time to stand up with Rachel.

"Shh!" He brought her to stand with him against his desk. "When I tell them, I want you to be here."

It felt nice to be included again, but she had to watch out. His testimony wasn't reliable anymore. Of course, as dean of medicine, it was her duty to stop him from spilling any personal secrets that had nothing to do with work. She formulated a plan in her head.

The residents all entered at the same time, as usual.

"Dr. Cuddy." Kutner straightened up, nervous, but the other two remained curious as usual.

Before House could blurt out the words, she slapped her hand against him mouth, careful to balance Rachel in her other arm. He worked to remove it, but she was too fast. "There's no stopping him, but I just wanted to tell you that whatever House says in the next few minutes is a lie, and you should by no means take it seriously." House licked her hand and she squirmed. "Also, I ask that you repeat none of it. And, please," She looked to the ceiling as if praying, "don't judge me."

She pulled out her hand before House could bite down on the two fingers that had slipped into his mouth.

His hair askew, and his mouth covered in saliva, it all came out in one breath, "Cuddy- our boss- and I had wildly raunchy, ravishing sex this morning, in which I gave her the orgasm of her life, and she screwed my brains out." He patted Cuddy on the shoulder. "I think that takes care of it all."

She smirked at the confused faces of the residents, and made a move for the door. "Actually, you forgot the part about how incredibly well-endowed you are." She gave him the sexiest smile she could muster with a baby in her hands, and left the room.

She heard him yell something about 'tonight', but she couldn't bring herself to care anymore. She was too full with the glee of actually saying what she wanted.

A/N: So this is going to become my go-to fic for Huddy smut. Like whenever I want to write smut, it's going to go here. :) ^^ You can see how I set it up so it won't be hard.

I'm not much for plot (with this story, at least), but next chapter will have a little resolution, and a cute Huddy moment. And then smut, probably.

I promise that I will update my other story sometime soon. I have to finish writing that chapter, which will delay the update for this story a bit.

Review, please! I LOVE them. (Hopefully, I took care of that Wilson reaction that everyone was waiting for.)

And always, thanks for reading.