Cuddy dressed her daughter and rocked her for a few minutes before the toddler began nodding off. House stayed out of her way and counted the minutes until he could have her all to himself.

Cuddy quietly exited the room and bumped into House out in the hall.

"She's down. We've got an hour maybe a little more," Cuddy said flirtatiously.

House grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the bedroom, "You don't have to tell me twice!" Cuddy grinned at his transparent intentions.

"Do you have something in mind?" Cuddy played along.

"Do I ever!" House pulled her closer and closed her bedroom door before pulling her robe off her shoulders skillfully. "Patty, Selma, I've missed you so much!" He murmured as he let her robe hit the floor. She was truly a beautiful woman. A body like hers could mess up a man's logic for a lifetime. There was nothing he wouldn't do for her.

"I had the weirdest dream last night," Cuddy began before House tried to interrupt her with a kiss. "It was about you, and me and we wer..." House kissed her deeply.

"Go on," House murmurred into her ear as he kissed her neck and face. Cuddy reached for his boxers and pulled them down just enough to bring her foot up and hook her toe into the waistband before pushing it down and nearly completely off his legs.

"I love that you do Yoga!" House smiled against the curve of her neck and shoulder. Cuddy smirked as she slid herself up and onto his chest. He rolled her over and was on top of her.

"You don't want to hear about my dream?" Cuddy managed to whisper almost as if she was pouting.

"Of course I do," House rolled his eyes. "Now couldn't be a better time." The sarcasm was evident but he stopped long enough to seem somewhat sincere. "This dream of yours, did we have sex in it?"

"No, but..." Cuddy said quickly.

"Were you at least naked in it?" House interrupted again.

"Shut up and let me finish!" Cuddy added.

"Fine! But we only have an hour so make it fast."

"Can I talk now?"

"Do you have any idea how long I've waited to hear you say that?" House teased. Cuddy ignored him with a sarcastic look on her face as she wiggled a little out from under him and turned to face him, both lying on their sides naked. House reached over and rubbed her arm as if to keep her warm.

Cuddy reached over and touched his chest absentmindedly tracing little designs on his sternum.

"I dreamed that you and I were in a boat and we were stranded in the middle of a calm lake with no paddles, just floating out on the water."

"Fascinating." House said dryly. Cuddy ignored him, she lay back on the pillow and closed her eyes briefly.

"You stood up and the boat began to rock back and forth and it scared me that you might fall in so I stood up to pull you back down but you grabbed me and just fell over the side!"

House looked confused. "Wait, what?"

"You were smiling the whole time as if it was the greatest thing ever but I can't swim and it terrified me." Cuddy glanced over at him. House looked a little worried. "What do you think that means?"

"What? That I tried to drown you?"

"No, I didn't tell you the rest." Cuddy turned to look at House fully. "You and I plunged into the water and the next thing I knew we were standing up and realized the whole time the water couldn't have been more than three feet deep!"

House grinned. "What?" Cuddy asked, curious to know what brought the change over him.

"Oh nothing," House said slowly. He was piecing her dream together with the late night one-way conversation he had with the sleeping Cuddy.

"Tell me!" Cuddy urged.

"Sounds like we took the plunge together."

"Yeah, so?"

"And we were never in any real danger ...of drowning because the water was shallow."

"Yeah, I know. It was my dream, remember?" Cuddy sounded a little annoyed. Atta boy, Gregory House. Keep on figuring it out. She worked hard to look innocently at him all the while wanting to smile at how easy it was to get him to connect the dots.

"Then what happened?" House urged.

"Nothing. That was it," Cuddy answered flatly. "We fell overboard, I thought we were going to drown but as it turned out we didn't have anything to be afraid of." House looked at Cuddy closely. Was she screwing with him?

Before he could detect anything from her expression she had already moved in and began kissing and nibbling at his bottom lip. Hell with it, he'd think about it later. Right now he had more pressing concerns, like his hot girlfriend pressing her bare breasts against his chest and sliding her hand down his hip.

"Was Rachel in the boat?" House suddenly asked her. Cuddy stopped kissing.

"No, why?"

"Where was she?"

"I don't know. I'm guessing she would have been at home since we were on some sort of date." Cuddy made it up quickly seeing as how she had made up the entire story to mess with House.

"Did we end up in Vegas?"

"Why would we go to Vegas?" Cuddy asked before she realized the inference.

"Oh nothing. I just thought ...hey, you're still naked! Mind if we table this discussion to another lifetime? I got plans for you, Patty and Selma." House lunged at her and kissed her.

Cuddy laughed. "Fine." She pulled him closer and kissed him back. House had connected the dots and threw a few new ones out there. Vegas! Not in this lifetime, she thought. Cuddy had waited long enough for her Mr. Right-all-the-damn-time. No way was she going to skip walking down the actual aisle.

"Now where were we?" Cuddy said innocently. Mess with me, I'll mess with you, Mr. Gregory House, Cuddy smirked into his kiss. You have no idea what you're in for!