DISCLAIMER: House is not mine sadly.
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CHAPTER 2: Never Say Never
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I might like you better if we slept together
I might like you better if we slept together
But there's something in your eyes that says maybe that's never
Never say never
Never say never
Never Say Never – Vandalism
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"When two people have had sex, unless it sucks, if they can do it again, they're gonna do it again. And that's when things get complicated." – Chase
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House slowly limped down Cuddy's block, a rare smile playing on his features as he recalled the apprehensive and shocked look on Cuddy's face before he had abruptly left. He began whistling, although he himself was not actually aware of this, as his mind was busy processing, analysing and evaluating the events of last night. House was half stunned by what happened as well. Sure, he made copious insinuations about sleeping with Cuddy, but he never really believed that it would ever happen. Not because he didn't want to, or because Cuddy didn't want to. House's perceptive eye had seen, in moments of unreserved anger (usually directed at House), naked lust in Cuddy's eye. House was certain that Cuddy hadn't gotten some for a long time. Screaming her head off at him was probably the closest she came to any sort of unadulterated passionate feeling. Now that he thought about it, it was probably the closest he got as well.
House often wondered what it would be like to sleep with Cuddy. It was a fantasy he frequented regularly. The reality, however, far exceeded any of his fantasies. After last night, well he definitely knew now that she was certainly a woman. Not that there was any doubt on his part. It was just fun to watch her seethe…and a very huge turn on.
The truth was that House was not lying when he made all his snide comments. The low cut tops really did turn him on and the way she was so authoritative and commanding or the way she screamed and yelled at him. He looked forward to their daily exchanged banter and he often purposely provoked her just to excite angry from her. Cuddy made House feel some strange unidentifiable feeling. The thing with Cuddy was she didn't try and change him...she accepted him and that was why House respected her.
House shook his head in disbelief. If he continued any further in his thoughts, it might seem that he actually liked Cuddy, in a more than just an easy target for sexual innuendos sort of way.
House, always so overly confident and self-assured for once, did not know what to think of this whole situation.
Sleeping with a colleague. It had been done before. It didn't really need thinking about.
However, this was Cuddy.
That made all the difference.
Cuddy was a pain in the arse. On that note though, she did have a very adorable arse which he was able to gratefully grope last night. However, if he was actually truthful, she was good at what she did. He admired and respected her as a Dean of Medicine. Sure, she forced him to do the dreaded clinic duty and disagreed with all of his life-saving procedures albeit they were highly dangerous and often illegal. But she basically did let him get away with anything after a little persuading. He was undeniably lucky that she was his boss. Somehow Cuddy could endure his outlandish ideas and his insults and abuse. House knew he was difficult, hell he purposely made himself difficult and he admired how Cuddy could tolerate him. Every so often, she would have her rightful little bouts of frustration and anger but she hadn't fired him.
Yet.
Cuddy valued what other people thought of her. She had a very high reputation to uphold and House was certain that if anything was to jeopardise her position as Dean of Medicine, she would have no scruples in doing whatever it was in her power to keep her job. Then again, there was the Vogler incident. Even though Cuddy claimed it the lesser of two evils, House couldn't help feel it was partly because of him. Partly because she liked him. Partly because he meant something to her. It wasn't a thought that House entertained often, scared of where the thoughts may lead, but it was there.
Cuddy didn't have to worry though. He wasn't going to tell anyone though. House was a private person and he didn't like to expose his personal life. It was no one else's business but his. However, there was something more than that. House felt a strange sense of protectiveness. He didn't want anyone to know about this… incidence with Cuddy. It was personal…between them.
House didn't want to go any further with his thoughts. To save himself any further dissecting of his recently discovered sex life… House pulled out his mobile and pressed 2.
Speed dial.
What a miracle.
"Wilson, get over here now and pick me up. I have some interesting gossip to dish. I slept with C-"
House waited impatiently for Wilson to drag his ass from what ever it was he was doing because obviously he was more important. He had no intention of wasting his hard earned fifty from Cuddy on an overpriced cab ride.
"Wow that was quick. You might have set a new record," said House, as he made his way into Wilson's car.
"Okay spill, who did you sleep with. You hung up on me!" Wilson asked, trying hard to contain his curiosity and failing miserably.
"No I didn't. The phone screwed up," House said, not bothering even to sound a tiny bit genuine
"It wasn't Cameron was it? Did you finally give into her twisted fantasies?" Wilson said, looking disbelieving at House.
"Ew, you're sick Wilson," House said, this time with sincerity.
"If it wasn't Cameron. Who else? Wait, aren't we near where Cuddy lives." Wilson eyes widen considerably with shock.
"Excellent observation there Sherlock Holmes," House snarked back. A familiar jolt of pain in his right leg reminded him that last nights events, however pleasurable, did leave its toll.
"Nooo, you didn't?"
"Oh, but I did," House smirked. He reached into the pocket, feeling the bottle he had become all too familiar with.
"No, that's impossible."
House flicked open the lid and expertly emptied a single pill in his mouth, which was actually quite impressive in a moving car. He swallowed it with amazing ease.
"Jealous?" He said, grinning devilishly.
"Of what? I don't like Cuddy," Wilson said emphasising each word. "You obviously do."
"I mean of her."
"Oh yes," Wilson intoned dully. "She slept with my man."
"I knew you were jealous."
"How is this even possible though? Did you drug her? Bribe her? Attack her?" asked Wilson seriously. Wilson had always had a small suspicion about House's feelings for their boss. Sure he insulted her daily but Wilson knew that House's abuse was his way of showing he cared. Sort of like in primary school where you pulled the hair of the girl you liked.
"Hey, I'm insulted by that. What makes you think I need to do anything to her? She just wanted my hot bod."
Wilson raised his eyebrows, not even bothering to argue that.
"Fine, she was wasted."
"You took advantage of her when she was wasted!"
"Well I was wasted too. It wasn't my fault," House said defensively.
"Sure."
"It wasn't!"
"What happened?"
"Just because you are deprived does not mean you can live through my sexual encounters," House quipped, the usual sarcasm came dripping back.
"How did it happen?"
"And people think I'm the perverted one."
"House!"
"Well…"
----Flashback----
Cuddy entered the crowded bar. It was around seven on a Friday night. Normally, Cuddy would still be working at the hospital however today had been a more than usual stressful day. A certain obnoxious head diagnostician had performed an illegal brain biopsy on a twelve year old child without the parents consent. It really didn't bother him that the parents had adamantly refused on the procedure. Instead he lured them out of the room while Foreman and Chase wheeled the poor kid to surgery. Understandably the parents had been furious and who had to deal with this? House? No, it was her who had to calm the screaming parents threatening to sue and publicly expose the immoral hospital. As usual House was his unbearable self and refused to apologise. Thankfully, his wild life-threatening surgery ironically saved the boys life and the parents just happy that their boy survived, decided not to sue. All Cuddy remembered though, was that self-satisfied smirk on House's face directly aimed at her when the parents thanked him.
Cuddy heaved a heavy sign of relief as she sat down for the first time all day. She really could not recall a time where she was out on a Friday night, to a bar no less.
Her thoughts were interrupted though when a very charming and good looking stranger asked if he could buy her a drink. Cuddy was a bit startled but conceded. She hadn't spoken to a man that wasn't part of the PPTH staff or a potential donor for quite a long time.
"So why so blue?" the stranger, whose name was Jeremy she found out, inquired.
"Oh, just work related stuff," she brushed off. She didn't think it was fair to rant about House to complete stranger.
"What do you do?" he asked politely. Cuddy answered, thinking at the same time why couldn't more people, namely a certain annoying and obnoxious diagnostician, be more polite. But the thought was immediately disbanded when Cuddy thought with horror that she was thinking about that insufferable prick when she was talking to this perfectly nice and normal man who was clearly interested in her.
Cuddy was really beginning to enjoy herself. Jeremy was interesting and pleasant. Maybe she could end this dry spell of hers. Maybe this day wouldn't turn out too bad. However, Cuddy really should have known that House made it his personal mission to make her life a living hell.
"Honey, there you are! Did you miss me while I was gone?"
Cuddy spun around in her chair and found a very concerned looking House. She would have thought he was actually genuine if it wasn't for the subtle glint of mischief in his eyes that she had become all too familiar with.
Jeremy looked confused.
"What do you think-" Cuddy began but was cut of by House.
"Oh you've met someone. Isn't my wife just the most beautiful and adorable women ever? I'm such a lucky man to have found her. Sorry what was your name?" inquired House sincerely.
"Um…sorry for the misunderstanding," Jeremy stuttered and slunk away, embarrassment evident on his red face.
"House, what on earth are you doing?" said Cuddy, trying to restrain her anger. Just when she thought this day could not get any worse.
"Oh sweetheart, I love you too," said House, quite seriously.
"Do you make it a priority to ruin my day?" cried Cuddy, exasperatedly.
"It's one of the tops ones along with avoiding Clinic duty and sleeping with Carmen Electra. What are you doing here? I never really pictured you in a bar scene, it was more the bed scene with lots of other women."
"To escape all the crap at work that you left. But I'm going now as you've once again successfully ruined my week," Cuddy said angrily as she stood up.
"Wait."
"Why should I?"
"I'll buy you a drink," offered House, nonchalantly, but there was a pleading look in his eye.
"You'll actually buy me a drink as in with your own money."
"Yes," said House, daring to look offended.
Cuddy looked on disbelievingly.
"I have a tab."
"Paid with Wilson's money no doubt," Cuddy scoffed.
"What he doesn't know can't hurt him."
Cuddy snorted but she sat back down on the barstool.
"Hm, so Cuddy getting drunk. Now that's something I need to see."
"That's not going to happen House."
"We'll see," said House mischievously.
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"Nup, I beat it. Worse date was when I was in college, this guy after a terribly awkward dinner, leaned over and pulled out one of my hairs and started flossing his teeth with it," slurred Cuddy.
House laughed. "What? Are you serious? Like this?" He proceeded to grab a strand of Cuddy's brown locks and run it through his teeth.
"House-" But she couldn't finish voicing her disgust because she was laughing too hard.
"Another," interrupted the bartender.
"No no, I shouldn't," said Cuddy.
"But you have to," urged House.
"Are you trying to get me drunk House?" giggled Cuddy.
"I think you've managed that one on your own."
Cuddy giggled uncharacteristically and nodded her head for the proffered drink. All rational thought had fled her mind hours ago and all she could keep sense of was this lovely relaxed feeling coursing through her right now. This freeness and openness was not a new feeling but one that had been dormant for a long time.
"What about this," House said. "Girl I dated in college-"
"What girls actually wanted to date you?"
"You did."
"Ha right."
"I saw that look the first time we met."
"What you mean the glare I gave you when you ran into me, knocking all my books out of my hands."
"I offered to help."
"If um…what were your exact words, 'I'll help you if you help me with those gorgeous hands of yours later in my room.'"
House laughed. "Those were good times."
Cuddy quietened for a moment. "They were good times," she murmured, nostalgically. They were times when her and House were actually friends: before the infarction, before the resentment, guilt and anger. Before all that, they had actually been friends, good friends. It was funny how things changed.
House's giddy laughter also began to subside, recalling similar memories as Cuddy.
"Wanna get a room?" he interrupted after a brief silence.
"I don't even like you, especially after today," said Cuddy, although not cruelly because it wasn't really true.
"You might like me better if we slept together," slurred House, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"House, that will never happen."
"Never say never," House said roguishly.
House stopped when Cuddy fell of her chair.
"Oppsy daisy," she laughed.
"C'mon, I think we better go home."
"House, I'm not sleeping with you."
"You say no but that a dangerously low cut top of yours begs yes," he leered.
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"Whoa, how many did you drink?" asked House as he manoeuvred her into the waiting cab.
"This was your plan wasn't it, to get me drunk?"
"Yes, my life mission."
"You're a jerk," said Cuddy, but there was no anger in her tone.
"A lovable jerk though."
"No just a jerk jerk."
"You're vocabulary really astounds me."
"You're still a bastard when you're drunk. Just get in," she retorted.
"Ohh and you're still bossy when you're drunk. I love that," said House a little incomprehensibly. He stumbled into the cab, nearly tripping over the curb.
"Where to?" interjected the driver.
"My house," said House.
"No my house. It's closer. You just don't want to pay."
"You know me too well."
"Don't worry I'll pay… I just want to get home."
They lapsed into a silence as the cab started driving. House wondered idly about the potential for embarrassing Cuddy with this ammunition. But he was interrupted when Cuddy's lips attacked his. Suddenly, in the lapse of a few seconds they were kissing fervently and passionately.
It felt strange.
It felt weird.
It felt so good.
He felt her tongue run along his lips, forcing them open. Her hands were on his face, caressing them softly. She was pushing him down on the seat, pressing her body flush against his and he could feel the heat radiated from her. He could feel the sensations that he thought were lost being evoked with each new incredibly hot and passionate kiss. Cuddy sure knew how to use her tongue.
"Uh, so will I be dropping both of you here?" interrupted the cab driver, pulling up on Cuddy's driveway.
Cuddy stumbled out. She looked back and gave House a seductive smile.
House's mind was in a flurry of thought. The drunken part screamed for him to follow, that he would be stupid to not as he wouldn't be getting any anytime soon. However, there was the lingering doubt of his rational side that screamed that it would be wrong. It would be immoral; taking advantage of someone when they were drunk. But when had that ever stopped House before?
"Oh just go for God's sake," the cab driver sighed in frustration.
So with that, House followed Cuddy into her house.
-----End Flashback-----
"And the rest is history," said House, speculatively.
"Hey you can't leave it like that," gaped Wilson.
"Seriously why does everyone think I'm the perverted one?"
"Well so the big question is… is it going to happen again?" questioned Wilson, immune to House's insults by years of practice.
"How many times have I told you Wilson? It was just one night. It meant nothing. Just because I occasionally let you sleepover."
"Oh haha," deadpanned Wilson. "I love gay jokes. Stop avoiding the question."
"Obviously Cuddy is in denial right now. I give her two days tops."
"Because you are so irresistible," replied Wilson dryly.
"Jimmy, stop it. Enough with the flirting. Down boy."
"Do you want to do it again?" asked Wilson, interestedly.
"Well, der. Who passes mind-blowing sex?"
"That good?"
"But not better than ours. Ours will always be the night to remember."
"You know," said Wilson. "When two people have sex and it doesn't suck, they're going to do it again."
"How discerning of you Jimmy. Was that the excuse you told your wives when she found out you were having an affair? Er, sorry I just couldn't stop because the sex didn't suck."
It was spiteful. It was uncalled for. But honestly, Wilson's comment rang some truth in them and that frightened House.
"You like her," teased Wilson, opting to totally disregard his last comment. "I always knew it. It was only a matter of time."
"You knew nothing and know nothing," sneered House.
"You really like her," continued Wilson, this time in a sing-song voice.
"Shut up and keep your eyes on the road," said House, annoyed.
It was just sex right?
Meaningless sex.
It meant nothing.
It meant nothing to him and it meant nothing to her. Nothing would change. Cuddy would just pretend it never happened and well, he would just use this against her like he usually did whenever he had anything interesting.
But did House want things to change?
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A/N: I'm extremely sorry for having to wait so long for this chapter. It was very difficult to write this chapter. Trying to think like House? Impossible. Nobody knows what goes on through his head. I can only try. Hopefully I'm not too off the mark as they say. It's probably not my best piece of work but I thought I should post it up asap. Anyway, thanks for all the wonderful reviews.
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