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Summary: Huddy. One moment in PPTH begins to change everything. House and Cuddy both learn things about each other. What will happen as a result? Drama, Romance, Hurt, Angst, Smut.

Rating: MA - language, adult themes, adult content.

A/N: Soo, House has made a move, next Cuddy's 'meeting' with Wilson, enjoy guys...

Chapter 4: Coming Clean

Wilson continued down the corridor after talking to House, he was praying Cuddy would be there. After the earlier incident he figured she'd have buried herself in paperwork for the rest of the day. Seeing the office door shut but light creeping out from beneath the door he knew he had guessed correctly.

Ever since she had returned to her office she had been distracted by him. House had behaved in a way most un-House like and she didn't have a clue what to do. Sure, the comment, the constant innuendos, the blatant disregard of hospital policy was him all over but holding her like that, speaking in that throaty voice…it caused a reaction from her she could not ignore, she craved that feeling, she wanted to feel like that everyday, she just wasn't sure that it was a realistic idea, it was a dream, a fantasy, unreachable because it was a man who did definitely not do love let alone dating. Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door, "Come in." she announced to the arrived person. She looked up and saw Wilson poke his head around the door.

"Hey, come in." he walked in slowly and remained standing across the desk from her.

"Hi." he said awkwardly, his hands now thrust in his pockets.

"I assume you want to see me?" there was no reply, "Come on Wilson, what can I do?"

He ran one hand through his hair then placing it back in his pocket, "I just came from House's office and -" her face fell.

"What's he done now? I swear I'm going to do crush his ba-"

"No!" Wilson jumped in, "It's not like that, it's not hospital based per se, Cuddy, I'm…" his voice trailed off and he suddenly found the floor very interesting.

"James, what's going on?" she rarely used his first name but it was only when something began to worry her did they switch to first name terms. When she had lost Joy, the baby she was going to adopt was the most recent occasion.

"Lisa. I've known you for a long time, we're close and I know I can trust you and can talk to you." He wandered over to the sofa and sat down, leaning forward, his arms resting on his knees.

"Of course you can trust me James." she raised herself out of her chair and rounded her desk sitting down next to him. She placed her hand on his leg and he smiled.

"Well I was saying, we've known each other for a long time" she nodded, "and the only other person you've known for a long time so well is Ho-" at this she jumped up and looked down at him.

"Wilson, I'm going to stop you right there." she suddenly realised where he was going with the conversation; he had been at the Nurse's Station. He had noticed the name change, one time that she used his last name was when she was angry or scared, but he decided that this was important enough to keep digging at.

"Wilson, you saw what happened and now you think something else is going on." she shook her head and muttered, "I can't believe this."

"Damn it Lisa will you listen to me? There is a reason you've known him so long, kept him in your life. Why did you give him a job when no-one else would? Why have you let him stay? Why do you treat him differently to the rest of us?"

Her eyes blazed and she banged her hand down onto the hard wood of her desk. "Don't you dare suggest I have favourites Wilson!" she took a deep breath, "House has a pain problem, you know as well as I do he is better on the Vicodin than off it." he noticed she had changed the reason why she kept him here to a professional one.

"Cuddy I know that, as much as I don't want him addicted to a dangerous narcotic I know it helps him deal with the pain. But," she looked back at him, now standing and approaching her she lowered her head almost in embarrassment, "I also know you wouldn't have put up with his shit if he was a normal man. It's because he's arrogant and egotistical and clever and a jerk and," he paused and smiled, "you're in love with him."

She was now staring at him with her lips parted her eyes wide, her eyebrows rose. He gently took her hand and spoke softly, "Lisa," he smiled, "he loves you too, has been for years but he's such an ass he won't talk about it."

"Wilson I'm pretty sure that it's only my ass he loves." Cuddy smiled.

"Well who wouldn't?" he retorted. She smacked his arm and he chuckled.

She took a deep breath. "This is House. I wouldn't dare dream he felt the same and I'd like to say I only just now admitted to myself how I feel about let alone say that to him." she almost whispered.

"Well when you tell him don't forget to put in the "I want your babies" thing too." he joked but he received a rather painful punch in the arm.

-H~H~H-

Meanwhile, House had remained at his desk since Wilson, who had been playing Cupid, had left. He knew what Wilson was after he wanted a happy ending, where Cuddy and him fell in love got married and had kids. House couldn't see that happening, he liked his pills, his guitar, his piano, his apartment, his job despite what people thought, and he liked his life but the problem was he also liked her in it. He couldn't see him dating her, for one, she was seriously hot and he'd seen plenty of other men after her and secondly, he was a pain in her gorgeous ass and she did not feel the same, besides he did not love her anyway. He couldn't, could he?

-H~H~H-

Cuddy sunk back into the soft sofa, her head resting back she closed her eyes and sighed loudly. Wilson had just left and she was about to go and see House. What she was going to say had not presented itself just yet but going to see him was a good step to begin with. She grabbed her pager and strolled out of the office her heels hitting loudly down the hallway.

House had remained at his desk, reading his magazine, leaning back in his chair, his legs on his desk. Suddenly he heard her heels hitting the floor and stashing his magazine he grabbed a file pretending to be working. He didn't look up but he could see her shapely figure appear in the doorway.

"House? Can I have a word?" she lent on the doorframe, arms folded across her chest accentuating her cleavage.

"God she looks hot." he thought lustfully.

"Cuddy." he paused and sighed. "You can have several if you want." he replied, looking back down at his file.

"Oh my God you're flirting, stop that, right now." he cleared his throat.

"So, you want something or you going to stand there all day, as much as I like the two large things on your front I can't work with them distracting me." he smirked but instead of saying something witty in return she walked towards his desk.

"I was looking through the budget report today and I noticed you are charging expenses to the hospital that are not allowed." she was now leaning on the desk in front of him and his eyes zapped to her breasts. "Stop charging new motorbike parts, Chinese dinners on nights you don't work and porn to the hospital or I will suspend your expense account, period."

But House had been distracted "Cuddy, dangle those things in front of me and I'll do anything you want."

"House. They shouldn't distract you, you're a doctor, you study human anatomy in detail." she smirked, she loved that he reacted like that to her.

"Yes but no girl's anatomy has been so fine as of yet." she smiled.

"Well get over it House, we have a budget to finalise and your expenses are throwing it all off."

"Do it House, do something. She's going to walk out!"

"You want lunch?" he blurted out.

She turned around "You're asking me to lunch?" she asked, her eyebrows raised.

"No," he lied, "I'm asking if you want food."

"Damn it. You asked her to lunch?" his brain scoffed at him.

She smiled at his blatant lie, "Okay, I'll get something from the canteen."

"No."

"You always eat in the canteen."

"But Wilson will pay for me, you won't." he smirked.

"True." she said slowly, her gaze fixed on him.

"There's a Chinese 'round the corner, they'll deliver in 20 minutes." he said quickly, picking up the phone, "Chicken Chow Mein with rice and salad okay?" he didn't look up.

She smiled, it was her favourite dish.

"Yeah that'll be great, see you in a bit." she walked out smiling and swinging her hips more deliberately.

He watched her ass swishing under her skirt and picked up the phone pressing the speed dial.

"Hi I'd like to order to Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital...Yeah, Dr Cuddy...A number 7, number 8, two of number 12, yeah with salad, two of number 24 and some Hoi-Sin sauce...Mmm-hmm...send it to Greg House's office...No Dr Cuddy will pay...40 minutes? Make it 20 and I'll tip very generously...Okay better hurry, she doesn't like being kept waiting." with that he hung up and dialed Wilson's office. Thankfully he answered.

"Dr Wilson, Oncology." he answered cheerily.

"Wilson, why do you answer your phone like a randy hooker? he said heartily.

"House, that's gross. Besides, it's called being polite and friendly, some patients actually like it." he sighed back.

"Yeah, whatever, in my experience patients are stupid and lie constantly. Anyway, you couldn't distract Cuddy for a bit could you?"

"Oh come on, House, why?" Wilson moaned.

"Just do it will you." House snapped.

"Okay but only if you tell me why." Wilson knew Cuddy would tell him but he wanted House to talk about it too.

"You'll have to wait for an explanation from Cuddy." House knew that she and Wilson would discuss it anyway so he wasn't saying anything, yet. "Just make sure she doesn't get here before half 1." he reckoned that would be enough time.

"Done. See you later." Wilson hoped House would say he owed him one.

"And no I don't owe you one." House smirked, knowing exactly what Wilson had been thinking, he hung up.

-H~H~H-

So there you have it, lunch plans! Cue dramatic music.

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