A/N Okay, I know I also posted the first chapter today, but hey, when you get on a roll you gotta take advantage, right? I have to warn you, this chapter is quite smutty, so if you will be at all offended, I would suggest you move on to the next chapter and use your imagination as to what happened. I hate to ruin the surprise, but hey, you've been warned!

Disclaimer: Well, I haven't acquired any TV shows since the first chapter, so same still goes. I own nothing.

Lisa sat in her office after he left. His scent still lingered in the air, her lips still tingled where he had kissed her, and her body still trembled from his touch. She stared at the floor and replayed the entire situation in her mind, touched by the compassion she had seen in his eyes and felt in his touch. Compared to the tragedies that they saw in the hospital every day, her situation was of little importance, yet House had shown more kindness and sympathy for one failed fertilization process than he had shown for every cancer victim, every car accident, and every stillborn baby that had every entered the hospital.

What does that mean? she thought. Why does he care so much more about this? She pondered the question in silence. It's not that someone failed to get pregnant, you idiot something deep inside her screamed, It's You! It's bugging you, and he cares! He saw you crying, and he melted in front of you and became exactly what you always hoped he could be!

Cuddy smiled. She gathered her purse and her jacket, locked up the office, and left.

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House sat in his living room, kicking himself for this afternoon. He had wanted her, and he hadn't been willing to wait to have her. He had to ruin the moment and scare her away. Just when he thought that she would finally be willing to open up to him. He took another sip of scotch, his first glass of what might turn into a long night. He sighed, about to resign himself to yet another night of loneliness, when there was a knock at his door. It was quiet, but clearly audible in the silence of the room. He walked to the door and opened it slowly, revealing a surprise that he was completely unexpected.

"Greg," she said by way of greeting, her voice slightly husky. She stepped into the apartment, reveling in the perfect atmosphere of the dim lighting. She set her bag on the floor, and took one step that covered the difference between them, covering his lips with her own, and replacing his look of shock with one of pleasure. He deepened the kiss and pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her and tangling his hands in her hair. Her nails dug gently into his scalp as she allowed his tongue access to her mouth, intertwining his with her own. They finally parted for air, and he took a cautious step away from her, something that his body fully protested.

"Lisa, not that I don't appreciate that," he said, believe me said his cock that had begun to throb between his thighs, "But what are you doing?"

"You said if I needed anything…"she started, her voice trailing off for a moment before her confidence was regained, "well, I need something."

House looked at the spark in her eyes, filled with lust that wasn't usually present. He felt himself respond eagerly, having guessed what she 'needed'. He moved to grab her again, but she stopped for a moment to slide her coat seductively off of her shoulders. Instead of the power suit that she'd been wearing in the office, he found himself looking at a gorgeous dress. The dress was strapless, and therefore a little tight around the chest, making her cleavage more visible; leaving less to the imagination. The dress was tight around her slim midsection, and framed her tight ass perfectly, before flowing smoothly down to her thigh, just a little higher than she would dare to wear to the office. He gasped at the sight of her, every movement she made making him harder. He stepped closer and finally took her back into his arms, loving the feel of her perfect body pressed against him. He kissed her again, filled with passion and desire, and her hips ground against his groin, making him moan into her mouth. He reached down to just below the hem of her dress, and started running his hand up the back of her thigh. His hand climbed her thigh as high as it could go, her body tingling at his touch. The higher she went, the stronger the slow burn that was building between her legs, and she moaned.

House's entire body responded to that moan, and his cock pressed painfully against his jeans. He loved the feel of this woman's legs, but right now what he needed was much more immediate.

"That dress looks gorgeous on you," he whispered huskily in her ear, sending ripples of pleasure and desire through her body and intensifying her need for him. "When can I take it off you?"

In response she stepped back from him slightly and raised her arms above her head. He gladly grabbed the hem of the dress and lifted upwards, feeling himself grow harder with every inch that he revealed. The dress now on the floor beside her coat, he held her at arms length for a moment, taking in the sight of her, wearing nothing but a black lace bra and panties. She cut short the inspection by grabbing his shirt as well and lifting it with ease over his head. His muscular chest was as new to her as she to him, and she rubbed her hands over it lightly. He moved his attentions to the clasp on her bra, and in a moment it had joined the rapidly growing collection of clothes on his floor. Seeing her gloriously naked breasts, the nipples already perfectly hard, was more than he could take.

"Bedroom?" he asked desperately, running his hands over her entire body.

"Later," she replied, out of breath. His hands on her hips made short work of her panties, and a moment later he was running his hand along the inside of her thigh. He ran his thumb playfully along her clit, teasing her for just a moment, and causing a deep primal moan to come from the woman in front of him. His mouth moved to her nipples, teasing each one with his tongue and his teeth, and causing glorious gasps to come from her, her nails digging into his back. She teased him too, running her hand over his groin, feeling his hardness through his jeans. Her mouth met his, and she slowly undid the button and zipper on his pants, causing them to slide to the floor. He took this opportunity, with her distracted, to slide one finger inside her, feeling her warm wetness. Her initial gasp of pleasant surprise turned into a deep moan as he moved within her, still teasing her clit with his thumb, and her nipples with his mouth. He wanted to taste her, but that would have to wait, according to his throbbing, hard cock that cried out to be inside her. She gently stroked his cock; the last thing he could handle. He intensified his treatment of her clit and she groaned, throwing her head back and giving in to him; letting him know she was more than ready.

"I need you," he growled hoarsely in her ear.

"Oh God Greg," she moaned, unable to stand it any longer, "Fuck me, Greg, I need you, please!"

He wasted no time in complying, his need for her taking over any other senses. In seconds she was lying on the couch, and he was straddling her, instincts taking over at the look of desperation in her eyes. She was more than ready for him, the slow burn having been replaced by a deep ache that she desperately needed to satisfy. But as she thought he was about to enter her, instead he again teased her clit with his cock, enjoying the way her mouth opened in a silent moan and her back arched, lifting her body closer to him.

"Please!" she moaned, and he wanted nothing more than to fulfill her request.

"Please what?" he growled into her ear, and just as she started to beg, he thrust himself deep inside of her. She cried out in pure ecstasy, lifting her hips into him. He thrust now, slow and deep, allowing her to get used to his size. He filled her, but as she loosened he was the perfect size, rubbing her in all the right places. She could feel the ecstasy burning through her, causing her more pleasure than she'd experienced in her life.

"God, Yes!" she screamed through clenched teeth, "Harder! Please!"

Greg was more than happy to comply, and he thrust into her with all he had, feeling her tighten around him. Neither of them would last much longer, he could tell as he felt her tightening around him. Her eyes widened just as he felt his own climax arriving, and he felt her nails in his shoulders and heard her yell as she let loose; her head flying back, her back arched, her hips pressed against him, her entire body completely under his control. He then allowed himself to do the same, and the two of them collapsed into a pile of sweaty, trembling limbs as he finally pulled out of her.

When he finally got the energy to look at her, she still had her head tilted back, her eyes shut, and a thoroughly satisfied smile on her face. He moved enough that he wasn't on top of her, but allowed them the moment to recuperate. He propped his head up on his hand and watched her, fully aware that she'd been completely satisfied. Her eyes finally opened and met his, and she met his grin with her own.

"Greg, that was…wow. Thank you." she said, her voice filled with complete sincerity. Her heart rate was still elevated, and her chest rose and fell with quicker breaths than usual. He stood tenderly, testing out his legs. They seemed like they would do quite nicely, so he bent and gently lifted her into his arms. She giggled, and he carried her into the bedroom, laying her down in his bed. He joined her, pulled the covers over both of them, and then pulled her into his arms, where she comfortable settled against his chest without a second thought.

"Stay with me," he whispered.

"What?" she asked, not sure if she heard him.

"Stay with me," he repeated. "Stay the night. Please Lisa?"

"I fully planned on it," she answered immediately. "Besides, I have to keep my promise, although I will need a few minutes."

He raised an eyebrow. "What promise is this?"

"You asked me if I wanted to take our sex to the bedroom, and I said later. And I fully intent to keep that promise," she explained, settling deeper beneath the sheets.

Greg couldn't believe his ears, or his luck. He thought he'd done well by kissing her! Now he…wow. Lisa Cuddy, you will definitely not regret this night. he thought. I will make sure of that.

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