Author's Note: Sorry that this chapter is short. The next one will be longer and have more action in it. I promise.

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Chapter 4

Cuddy stood in the hallway. Her back up against the closed door separating her and House. He kissed me she thought to herself. She could feel her heart beating against her chest, Her face had turned red from the lost of oxygen. She could still feel the warmth tingling through her fingers from the first moment his lips met hers. She took three deep breaths, trying to steady her breathing.

She quickly maneuvered down the hall to the bathroom and closed the door behind her. A couple of seconds later, House stepped out of the room and shut the door silently behind him. He finally got Michelle to go back to sleep. He looked up and down the hallway in search of Cuddy. He smirked to himself when he heard the shower water cut on. He snickered and walked down the stairs. He walked into the livingroom and noticed that the clock on the wall had started moving again. House sat down in the armchair and pressed the power button on the remote. The tv flashed on.

"All right," he said to himself with enthusiasm.

Cuddy stepped into the hallway with a bath towel wrapped around her. She quickly stepped into her bedroom before House "accidently" walked upstairs. Michelle lay fast asleep on her bed. Cuddy quietly walked into her closet. About 5 minutes later, she stepped back out. She wore green silk pajama pants and a white shirt with green flowers on it.

She stepped over to the bed and checked Michelle's forehead. Still warm. Cuddy sighed and kissed her on the forehead. She quietly exited the room. As she stepped into the hallway, she could hear the tv from downstairs. She knew she had to talk to House sometime about what happened. She took in a deep breath and started down the stairs.

House sat in the arm chair watching a repeat of General Hospital. Cuddy slowly walked passed him and sat on the couch. House looked over and smirked.

"Did the shower that you take happen to be cold," he asked?

"Ha ha ha, very funny. Why did you kiss me?"

House shrugged his shoulders. "It just felt like a good moment," he replied. He flicked the channel on the remote.

House, you don't just kiss anybody for no reason."-

"You kissed me back," he said solemnly.

Cuddy stared him down. "That's not the point. The point is why did you kiss me."

"You know you liked it," he said ignoring the question. "You would kiss me if you have the chance," he muttered to himself.

"What did you say," Cuddy said leaning in forward.

House met her gaze. He pressed the power button on the remote control. He then leaned forward and angled himself so that he was facing her. "I said, you would kiss me if you had the chance."

"What makes you think that,"she said. Her voice gradually got lower.

House moved closer. "You have a chance right now."

Cuddy focused on his eyes. "And your point is." House gave her a sexy grin. He leaned in and tenderly kissed her on the lips. Cuddy's mind didn't get a chance to react. She instantly pulled him closer to her. House smiled against her lips and pulled her down on his lap.

"I told you so," he teased. His voice was muffled with passion. Cuddy smiled against his lips. He pulled her back down into a passionate kiss. House snaked his hands around her waist.

"House," she said in between kisses. "Michelle is upstairs."

"Yeah, she's sick. She won't be up for a couple of hours."

"House," she warned. He pulled her down for another kiss. This one was interrupted by the sound of his cell phone. House let out a frustrated sigh. Cuddy smirked and slid off of his lap. He picked up his cell phone that he left on the night stand.

"House," he greeted bitterly. "Where is it," he said after a while? "What time can I pick it up? Alright, I'll be right there." He hung up the phone.

"Who was that," Cuddy asked.

"Car depot. They said they found my car. I have to go get it now because they are running out of room down there."

"Oh. Do you want me to help you get Michelle ready." House studied her gaze. It was filled with disappointment.

"Yeah . I could use some help." Cuddy nodded and stood up. Before she could hurry up the stairs, House pulled her towards him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and gently kissed her on the lips. She kissed him back. Due to the lost of air, they both pulled back. They smiled at each other before they hurried up the stairs.

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A couple of minutes later, House shuffled around the guest room shirtless. He had thrown his shirt somewhere but didn't know where. He was busy checking the closet when Cuddy walked in, Michelle holding her hand.

"House." He stepped out of the closet. Cuddy stared at his appearance. She took great appreciation in his chest. House smirked when he noticed her staring at him.

"Yes," he asked. Cuddy shook her head to get her thoughts straight.

"Um, what are you looking for."

"What does it look like. My shirt."

Cuddy sighed and walked Michelle over to the bed. She searched around the room for his shirt. "So ... what do you think Wilson will say about ... us," Cuddy asked.

"Why? What did you do," Michelle asked innocently. She coughed and rubbed her nose.

"Nothing," House said looking under the bed.

"Then why would Uncle Jimmy be mad at you." She crawled over to the side of the bed where House was. He looked up at her.

"Because ... I through out something important of his." He kissed her on the cheek, ducking back under the bed afterwards. Cuddy laid down next to Michelle. "Got it." House came back from under the bed with his shirt. Cuddy's face surprised him.

"So what will he think," she asked again?

"Well," he said putting his shirt on, " I think that Jimmy should mind his own business." House found his jacket and pulled it on.

"Daddy, can I stay with auntie Cuddy." She put on her best puppy dog face. It made Cuddy smile.

"She gets that from you."

House laughed and knelt down to Michelle.

"Sweetheart, auntie Cuddy has a lot of things to do. And your sick, so she can't take care of you and do her work. Plus, you don't have any clothes to change into."

Michelle frowned and buried her face into the bed. It wasn't long before House heard a sneeze come from her. While Michelle's face was down, House sneaked a goodbye kiss from Cuddy. He pulled back just when Michelle lifted her head up. Cuddy smiled at him.

A couple of minutes later House, Cuddy, and Michelle stood in the doorway. The rain came down lightly. House buttoned up Michelle's jacket.

"Goodbye auntie Cuddy," Michelle said hugging Cuddy around her waist. Cuddy lifted her up and kissed her on the cheek.

"Goodbye Michelle." Cuddy looked over at House. She smirked. "Goodbye Greg," she said handing over Michelle.

"See ya tomorrow," he said. He started down the path towards the nearest bus stop.

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To be continued...