A/N: The second in the series of drabbles of how Cuddy ends up at House's door and what ensues. T rating for implied sexual situations, spoilers for 5x23, 680 words, and I, sadly, own nothing. Remember, these chapters are not continuous, just different possible scenarios.
Chapter 2: When the Bough Breaks
"Wow, wasn't that quite a show today."
House looked up and groaned at the sight of Dead Amber.
"I'm pretty sure you almost passed Cuddy a note asking if she liked you and to circle yes or no. Are you going to meet under the monkey bars later?" Dead Amber continued to tease.
House rolled his eyes. "Turns out that no REM sleep and hallucinations of best friends' dead girlfriends do tend to fry one's brain enough cause more insane behavior."
"It's not insane behavior if you would actually admit that you lo--"
"Can't admit what's not true," House grumpily interjected. He was startled when he was answered, not by Dead Amber, but by a knock on the door.
"House and Cuddy sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g," Dead Amber sing-songed as House limped to the door.
He pulled open the door to find Cuddy. He nodded at her, not trusting himself to say anything, especially since he found himself nearly overjoyed at finding her at his door. And in that skirt…
"House," Cuddy began uncertainly, "What is going on?" He was silent. "Seriously, all day you've been acting more insane than usual, jeopardizing the life of your patient, freaking out Wilson, and," she paused and lowered her voice into a hushed whisper, "and I think you've been making moon eyes at me."
"Shit, she noticed," House thought to himself, trying in vain to stop staring at her as if she was a life preserver and he was drowning at sea.
"What was that? In the clinic room? I thought you were going to…" she stopped and looked at him, noticing the same hungry look in his eyes from earlier. "You want to kiss me, don't you?"
His eyes bore into hers. He wasn't sure anymore what was hallucination and what was real, but right now, he didn't care.
"I always want to kiss you."
The next morning…
House woke up completely satisfied next to a very naked Cuddy. He'd had sex with Cuddy AND finally gotten the rest he so desperately needed. He stretched and actually grinned, wondering what to do with the good mood he found himself in. He wasn't used to feeling like this.
Cuddy shifted next to him. She slightly opened one eye to glance at him, apprehensive at what she might find.
"Don't worry Cuddles, I'm not running or rejecting before breakfast and I hope you can follow suit."
She opened her eyes and smiled at him. "I think I can handle that. At least until after breakfast."
"Alright, it's settled. Let's eat first and then I will divert your mind from over-analyzing and regretting for another two hours at least," he leaned in to kiss her deeply, demonstrating his favorite method of distraction. He then pushed himself out of bed, threw on some clothes, and tossed Cuddy a pair of his sweatpants and a t-shirt. "I always loved how my clothes smelled after you wore them. Especially after sex," he said, waggling his eyebrows. Cuddy simply rolled her eyes and continued to smile. She didn't trust her words not to ruin the moment between them, so she kept quiet.
House limped into the bathroom, feeling free and, dare he say it? Almost content. He smiled again, testing it out in the mirror.
"For a cripple, you were surprisingly limber last night." House's heart nearly stopped when he heard Dead Amber. He spun around quickly, knocking his sleeping pills to the floor. The sight in front of him caused him to lose his balance and go down, his head falling heavily on the cold tile.
"You should be gone." House tried to focus as the room spun around him.
"But I'm not…must mean you're not done with me yet."
"No, but I am going to be soon. If I can't sleep you away, then I am going to drug you away!" he growled viciously at the apparition, reaching for his pill bottle.
As he fought against a growing black, he thought he heard the pitter-patter of Cuddy's feet rushing towards him intermingled with her screams.