A/N: Hello Hello! Sorry for the lack of updates. The Holidays and returning home from being abroad for 6 months has kept me rather busy! But I will try to be better!
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Anywho—on with the show!!!
p.s. Not mine. Not David Shore. Don't sue me. (no beta) I only own the mistakes!
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House looked down at the sleeping, naked figure that lay across his own. A dark mess of curls strewn across his chest, legs entangled with his, and a hand lightly resting on his arm.
He wasn't sure whether or not sleeping together, (not the good kind of sleeping together) was crossing some sort of invisible line. At first the idea had worried him, but looking at Cuddy innocently resting, chased all questionable thoughts from his head. Almost.
House gladly recalled how they had gotten to this position, speeding to his home on his motorcycle, Cuddy's hands wrapped securely around his waist. They hadn't even made it to the door before his lips had found hers, entering his apartment as one. Looking around now he saw the mess of clothes randomly thrown around the place, it made him smile at the memory of how each piece had got there. There hadn't been time to get the bedroom so the couch was made an honorable substitute.
Cuddy stirred slightly moaning something inaudible, moving her hand from his forearm to rest instead on his chest. Okay, this is bad he thought. The idea of his boss, Cuddy for God's sake getting comfortable, familiar with him was freaking him out just a bit.
Every part of his brain was screaming for him to get up, get her out of here, this was too much, they had gone too far. And yet, there was no way he could disturb the beautiful woman before him. He had to admit that she looked rather pretty sleeping, her features calm and relaxed, not scrunched with the all too familiar anger, usually directed at him. Oh, he liked sexy- angry Cuddy, there was no doubt about that, but at peace Cuddy was quite enjoyable as well.
This was supposed to be just sex, just fun, no getting attached, and no getting used to or comfortable with one another. No, it just couldn't happen, not now.
Just as House was about to decided whether to move or not, the decision was made for him. A knocking at the door interrupted the battle raging in his own mind. Untangling himself from Cuddy, who continued sleeping, apparently unaware of the movement or noise; he quickly pulled on his jeans and dress shirt.
The knock sounded again, producing some movement from the couch, though she stayed sleeping much to House's appreciation. Now somewhat clothed, shirt still unbuttoned, House opened the door which revealed an annoyed Wilson.
"What are you doing here? It's late."
"It is not late, it's only ten o'clock! And you didn't answer your phone. House, its Tuesday. I called you like ten times! Why weren't you at the bar? I waited over an hour for you. At lunch today you said you were definitely coming! What happened?" Wilson questioned.
"First, calm down, you sound like a chick whose date was broken. Second- sorry, completely forgot about our beer and women-watching Tuesday tradition. My bad." House remarked and raised his arm to rest on the door, preventing Wilson from entering but not from seeing.
"Thought it was Hooker Thursdays. Got my T's mixed up. Sorry bout that Jimmy." House explained upon viewing his friend's sudden attention to the amount of women's clothing articles sprinkled around his apartment.
"Right." Wilson accepted the fact and probably would have left had it not been for the sudden noise produced from the unseen figure on the couch.
"Houuseee…" Cuddy softly moaned, still somewhat asleep, her hand moving around the now half empty couch.
Wilson's eyes went wide. As did House's, who had he not been panicking slightly, would have been totally turned on by the fact that Cuddy not only moans his name when he's with her, but even when he's not. He would tease her later, if she didn't kill him for letting Wilson in here first.
"Oh. My. God!"
"Shut—"House tried
"That! Is no hooker. I thought those shoes looked a bit expensive, not to mention familiar." Wilson suddenly whispered.
Then again from the couch, "mmmh... House?"
Wilson pushed past his friend, and quickly peered over the top of the couch, confirming his suspicions.
"Oh. My. God. House!"
The sight of his sleeping, clearly naked boss thankfully covered (mostly) in a blanket met his eyes.
"I knew it. I KNEW it!"
"Wilson, I think you better go." House replied, suddenly at a loss for words. He should have seen this coming, why the hell did he answer the door and not his phone? Where the hell was his cell anyway? He knew his home phone had been knocked off the hook, by a certain someone, with a certain body part—he distinctly remembered that!
But none of it mattered now; he just had to get Wilson out of here before Cuddy woke up and turned into angry-we're never having sex again because someone knows- Cuddy.
"You're right. Best let you to get back to getting it onnnnnnn!" Wilson sang as he made his way to the door, laughing as he did so. "We'll talk tomorrow buddy!" And with a very victorious smile, he was gone
"I look forward to it" House said miserably and with that, he locked the door and made his way back to the couch. Finding Cuddy suddenly awake most likely due to the slamming of the door.
"What's going on?" She sleepily asked.
"Nothing. Go back to sleep."
"But I heard the door?" Cuddy persisted.
" Just someone who got an address mixed up."
"Mmm, "she murmured, closing her eyes again. And then noticing that House was not rejoining her on the couch, they flew open, just in time to see House limping off towards his bedroom.
"Where are you going?" she called out suddenly wide awake.
"To bed." His answer was simple, blunt, cold.
"Oh" she replied so softly, clearly stunned by his change of attitude.
Her soft remark caught him off guard. He was pissed at Wilson, no reason to ruin his fun. Fun that after tomorrow, might just be over.
Screw it he thought.
"Get that beautiful ass of yours in here! No way on the couch again, I have a bed for a reason."
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