Chapter 4: Download: Complete
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"House?" Cuddy knocked softly on his office door as she opened it. "Are you busy?"
"Cuddy, it's ten in the morning on a case-less Friday. What could I possibly be doing other than downloading porn and counting down the hours until my weekend starts?"
She scoffed and made her way over to his desk, leaning against it a safe distance away from him.
"I was thinking about what you said the other day."
He looked over at her as she quickly looked at the floor, her hands fidgeting with her necklace.
"…How you look like you've put on a few pounds? Or how you should invest in a pair of Daisy Dukes?"
She turned and gave him an apathetic glare, "No, House. What you said about us… and having sex… And you're right. We're both respons- we're both adults, we're… professionals, we've been friends for years and we trust each other, for the most part."
An almost sick smile spread across House's face as he leaned back in his chair, quite proud of himself for being able to, yet again, get what he wanted out of Cuddy. "This mean we can do it right now?"
"No."
"Cuddddyyy!" He whined. She almost laughed at his puppy dog face as he clasped his hands together in a begging manner and leaned towards her. "It's not nice to tease, Dr. Cuddy! You're a mean, mean lady."
"And YOU are a very silly, over excitable boy." She scoffs. "No sex at work."
"Wait, there are RULES?!"
"Of course there are rules!"
"I want no part in this."
She rolled her eyes, "That so? You're going to turn down free sex, House?" She leaned in towards him and touched his face lightly as she brought her lips dangerously close to his, "Sex… with me?"
He narrowed his eyes at her and shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "Tease."
She pulled back and stood up, smoothing her skirt out as she walked towards the door. "I can get Rachel an over night sitter on Wednesdays and Fridays. You're free those nights, right?"
"God, mood kill, talking about your little parasite."
"House."
"Yes I'm free… When am I ever doing anything?"
"I don't know." She shrugged, smirked and pulled open the door, "I thought maybe Wednesdays were date nights with Wilson."
"Dates with Wilson are always subject to change."
"Depending upon?"
"Sex. Duh."
"Oh." She rolled her eyes. "I'm so glad your schedule is so flexible."
"I'm glad you're so flexible."
"Grow up, House."
He grins, "Never."
She laughed softly and let herself out of his office, her annoyed but amused smile lasting until she returned to the constant bore of her office. House watched her walk away until she had passed the glass separating himself from the rest of the moronic hospital before grabbing his phone and dialing Wilson.
"What the hell, House? Your office is right next door!"
"Wilson, need I remind you one small step for you is one walk of hell for me?"
He sighed, "I'm sorry. What do you want."
"Come over. The back door's open."
"…Are you not in your office?"
"Well I'm not at home, am I? Do I have a back door?"
"So you're just being an ass and not telling me what you want to tell me over the phone, and in a second you're going to hang up and just wait for curiosity to overwhelm me until I come see you?"
House pulled his legs onto his desk and grabbed his Vicodin out of his pocket, "You know," He said, throwing to pills into his mouth, "That sounds like a really good idea. I'll see you in a second."
"Wait, House, just tell m-"
House dropped the phone into its cradle and turned his attention to the door, knowing that any second Wilson would rush in to see him.
"What do you want?" He walked in, arms crossed, a less than believable scowl plastered on his face.
"Hello to you too, dear. I've just had the best day at work, how was yours?"
"House, really. I have a patient coming in in ten minutes."
"Oh this won't take ten minutes." House laughed. "Well, it might, knowing you. You'll want to analyze and rationalize and generally annoy me with your outlandish assumptions."
Wilson raised an eyebrow, "That sounds a lot more like you."
"Only in a medical situation. You're all over that in anything personal."
"Oh so it's personal? Hurry up and tell me, I don't have time for this."
"Cuddy wants me to do her." He smirked as Wilson's jaw fell open.
"AGAIN?"
"Every Wednesday and Friday… I think that's what she said, anyway. Then she said something about Cuddy Jr and I tuned her out."
"Wow…"
"Ah, here comes the rationalization…"
"Cuddy just made you her booty call."
House's smile faded quickly and he snapped his head towards Wilson. "…That's not funny."
Wilson laughed, "It's TRUE."
House scowled. "It's more of a mutual agreement that we both want it and the best place to get it is from each other."
"Yeah…" He nods, giving House a grin. "Booty call."
"Get out."
"Why does that upset you? Do you not want it to be? Do you want it to be more?"
"No." He glares. "I want you to stop saying booty call. I'll go down to pediatrics and announce that you're gay for me if you don't."
Wilson rolled his eyes, "Stephanie knows I'm not gay."
House raised his eyebrows and smirked, "So her name is Stephanie…? Nice. I'll have to go check her out so I can give her a name I'll actually remember."
"F- You're deflecting, dammit." Wilson turned and walked towards the door. "You're impossible."
"Your mom was impossible last night."
"Grow up." With that Wilson walked out the door, leaving House alone with his thoughts and complete downloads.
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So I realized that I haven't been putting up disclaimers… I'll start doing that…
