House sat alone at a corner booth in the hospital cafeteria anxious as hell and noticeably nervous. He felt like he was under a microscope. Everyone kept staring at him, whispering and wondering. He figured he was in the spotlight for one of two reasons. He was wearing a lab coat, a rarity in itself—bound to be noticed by the entire hospital staff.

Or perhaps it was the more obvious—his throbbing erection that literally entered the room before he did. It was hard to conceal it from everyone. Someone was sure to have seen it and pointed at it. He trembled a little as he wiped away the beads of sweat building up along his forehead with the back of his hand. Then he tucked it back in his lap and between his legs.

It had been nearly five hours since he and Cuddy had started this little wicked game of sorts and he was finding it hard to concentrate on work, on anything. It was absolutely ridiculous. All he could think about was sex. Having sex every which way with Cuddy in his office, in her office, in the elevator, janitor's closet, Sleep Lab, everywhere in the hospital—even Coma Guy's room and more disturbingly, the Morgue. House was bent on the verge of breaking and losing the bet.

He slipped his hand into his coat pocket, grabbed his bottle of Vicodin and popped the lid off. Curious, he studied the two blue pills in the palm of his hand and examined the label on the bottle. It had his name on it and the correct prescription label. Inside the bottle, however, was a mixture of Vicodin and more blue pills. Viagra.

He sighed relief for a minute because this explained why he'd been feeling extremely horny and a sporting a hard-on for the last forty-five minutes that he couldn't get rid of no matter what he did.

House underestimated Cuddy. She was actually a very good competitor, always challenging him. Never in a million years did he think she would scheme and do something like this.

He smiled and clutched the bottle in his hands, imagining having his way with Cuddy once more. "Mark my words Cuddy, you are going to pay dearly for this over and over and over again. I'm going to fuck you so hard and so good, you'll be walking funny like me for the next week."

He drifted back to reality and lifted his head up as he heard the loud clickety-clack of Cuddy's Fuck-Me Pumps. She was walking toward him carrying a tray of food in her hands.

House immediately noticed that she was wearing a different outfit from earlier that day. Instead of a white-collared blouse and matching black tweed jacket and skirt, she wore a bright red low cut blouse that cinched at the waist along with a tight black skirt.

Her beautiful breasts bounced ever so slightly with every step she took and were quite visibly on display. The top halves of her sumptuous, creamy fun bags emerged through the top of the silky fabric, instantly making him rock hard. They almost appeared to be giggling at him, bobbing up and down like that. Two things were for sure: Cuddy's breasts could hardly contain themselves inside her blouse and House could hardly contain himself in his jeans. He was practically bursting at the seams.

House couldn't help but ogle her cleavage as she approached him at the table. "You don't need to stoop that low to get my attention."

"Oh. I'm sorry. Did I break your concentration?"

He swallowed hard and tried to turn away. "No. But your friends Patti and Selma did."

Cuddy threw a paper napkin at his face. It stuck to his sweaty face. "What's with the shvitz?"

"What's with the outfit?"

"I asked you first."

"Then I plead the fifth."

"Are you screwing with me?"

"Absolutely."

"Please, don't do that."

"Do what?"

"You're not playing fairly."

"And I can't believe what I'm hearing." Cuddy heartily laughed. "House, I had to change my clothes because your scent was all over me." She grabbed her blouse off left her shoulder and inhaled the fabric. "See? Now, I don't reek of desperation anymore."

"Scent of a man."

"Honestly, this was the only thing I could find to put on in my office." She looked at him doe-eyed and spoke, "I didn't mean for the peep show."

House coughed and uttered, "Bullshit," under his breath.

She gave him a look and then gestured to the empty side of booth. "Is this seat taken?"

House leered at her ass. "You know damn well it is."

She placed her tray on the table and sat across from him keeping her gaze. Then brushed her leg against his under the table while crossing hers. Her foot moved slowly up and down the inside of his leg.

"I'm amazed. So far, you've been a good boy all day, keeping your hands and your comments to yourself. "

"You've been holding up well yourself too."

Cuddy peered under table and snickered. "Likewise."

He looked down at his erect penis protruding along the fabric of his jeans. "Oh? You noticed that, huh?"

"Well, yeah. Who couldn't?"

His face turned a light shade of red. "Wait! Backup a sec. You got naked in your office and didn't invite me?"

"Stop trying to change the subject. I'm sorry to report that you lo-hos-ost!"

"What? That? It has a mind of it's own, you know? You can't possibly hold that against me."

"Okay then, I'll hold it against me," she whispered under her breath.

House strained his ears. "Did you say, 'Hold it?' 'Cause that's what it sounded like you said."

Cuddy didn't give an answer. She just stared at him in a naively innocent manner.

"You're skating on some pretty thin ice Cuddy, talking to me like that and doing that thing with your leg. You think you can bend the rules in this game?"

"I'm doing no such thing."

"I know about the pill swap, Cuddy."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yes, you do!"

"Okay, maybe I do. But I never specifically said that we couldn't…"

"That's totally cheating."

"No it's not! Puh-lease! And I don't need to cheat to win," Cuddy flicked his name badge on his lab coat, "You on the other hand…"

"What? This? I'm just trying to please my boss by doing my job and setting an example."

"Liar."

"Honest to God."

"You don't believe in God."

"You caught me on a technicality. Did it work?"

"What work?"

"The lab coat? Did it at least turn you on a little?"

Cuddy lied. "Nope." She leaned over the table, her breasts dangerously close to falling out of her blouse. She whispered into his ear. "House, you're not going to win." Then she gently blew in and around his ear, her hot breath tickled and sent goose bumps all over his body. She slowly drew her mouth away and sat back down ready to devour her meal and House.

She had a plate of pasta with Alfredo sauce, a tossed, fresh green salad and another plate of fresh fruit consisting of a handful of strawberries, a small bunch of plump, red grapes and one ripe nectarine.

"I'm not going to win? What makes you think that?"

She pointed at his plate. It was piled high with celery. "The Celery."

"I don't get it."

"House have you forgotten that I'm an Endocrinologist? Celery contains Androsterone, the pheromone released from your sweat glands and partly responsible for turning me on. Look at you." She wiped his brow. "You're practically leaking. And who eats a plate full of celery for lunch anyway?"

"You're right. I can't do this, Cuddy."

"Told ya."

He got up from the table. "As a matter of fact, I think this whole thing—us—was a big mistake." Then he walked away.

Cuddy panicked a little. "What? What are you talking about?"

He whipped his head back at her, smirking. "I was having a conversation with my plate of celery." He held the plate near his face and continued "their" conversation. "I mean, really? What the hell was I thinking? I can't have you for lunch. I'm going to go and get some real food."

Cuddy called after him, "House?"

"Cuddy?"

She motioned for him to come hither.

He returned to the table. "Geez, I can't leave you for two seconds? Talk about no self-control."

"House, I'm just trying to save you from a little embarrassment, but you might want to cover up that thing." She discreetly pointed to Little Greg. "You don't want the cashier to think you're sticking up the joint, do ya?"

"Oh? Oh! Right."

She got up from the table. "Why don't I go and get you something?"

He sat back down. "Great. I'm in the mood for…"

"I know what you're in the mood for and you're not going to get it."

"Sure I can."

"Rule book says no."

"I can't have a slice of pepperoni and sausage pizza?"

"Oh, sorry. I thought you were talking about…"

"And what if I was?" House intensely stared at Cuddy, his blue eyes piercing right through her, instantly hypnotizing her. His penetrating gaze, intimating her to make a move and initiating some type of pleasurable response. They unveiled the truth that he desired him just as much as she did.

A pool of warmth swirled about her stomach, her whole body tingled.

And then it happened.

An orgasm! Resulting from their eye sex! Was that even possible?

Now Cuddy's face was flushed. She needed to get away from him fast and compose herself. "I better get you that pizza." She bolted toward the long cafeteria line.

Ten minutes later Cuddy rejoined House at the table and much to her dismay, Wilson. She sat down next to Wilson and across from House with a plate of two slices of thin-crusted pizza.

House smiled at Cuddy. "I invited Wilson to lunch."

"Oh?"

"You brought your friends, Patti and Selma. I brought mine."

Wilson questioned Cuddy, "I'm not intruding, am I?"

"No." She slipped off her stiletto and rubbed her bare foot up against House's leg, starting from the outside and working her way to the inside of his leg. "Not at all."

Her foot moved onward and upwards near House's crotch while she began eating her pasta. She purposely slurped up the noodles off her fork with every bite, creamy alfredo sauce all around her mouth and dripping down her chin.

House shifted in his seat. "That's attractive." He grabbed a piece of fruit off Cuddy's plate and stared at her while addressing his friend. "Wilson, did you know that the nectarine is commonly referred to as the shaven peach?"

He took a bite out of it. The nectarine's juices simultaneously ran down his tongue and down his chin.

Wilson glanced back and forth at the two of them in silence for the next few minutes while they played with their food and each other. "So are your friends going to join us?" He scanned the cafeteria. "We might need a bigger table."

"There's already a crowd," House interjected.

Cuddy wiped her mouth and looked at Wilson. "What friends?"

"Patti and Selma? Did I hear that right?"

House nearly choked on the piece of fruit and erupted in laughter. He pounded his fist against the table, resulting his cane to fall to the floor. He wiped away the tears forming from all that laughter and bent his head down underneath the table to retrieve his cane.

Cuddy uncrossed her legs and parted them so far until her skirt grew taut.

House clutched his cane as he stared into the dark abyss between her legs. His eyes widened then his head smacked against the bottom of the table. He wasn't expecting to see anything else other than a small black triangle of fabric. Instead there was nothing there.

He thought that he was hallucinating and imagining what he wanted to see. He shook his head and closed his eyes real tight before opening them again.

Still. Nothing.

Third time was the charm, but not in this case.

Cuddy mysteriously lost her panties and he was about to lose his mind.

Wilson called out, "House?"

House quickly appeared from under the table.

"Are you okay?"

Cuddy cunningly smiled. "What's the matter? Cat caught your tongue?"

House raised his voice a bit louder and grabbed the left side of his parietal lobe, "I think I hit my head real hard."

"It must be throbbing?"

"Oh, it is."

Cuddy picked up her purse. "I have something in my office that I can give you to take care of that. It would definitely clear up that problem you're having right now."

Wilson quizzically looked at Cuddy as she stood up from the table. She looked flushed.

"And," she added while clearing her throat. "I have a case for you. I can debrief you along the way, you know, give you the blow-by-blow, if you'd like?" She moved behind Wilson craning her neck a few times in the direction toward her office.

House sounded a bit too eager, "Yeah?"

And in a swift motion he rose from his seat and smacked his left thigh against the bottom of the table.

"Damn it! I swear this table is out to get me." He grabbed his leg with one hand then slapped his cane against the tabletop with the other.

Wilson came to House's aid and placed his hand on his arm. "Are you okay?"

House placed his jacket over the front of his jeans and tried to exit the booth. "I'm fine. Just fine. Really.

Then House and Cuddy proceeded to leave the cafeteria at an unusually fast pace.

Wilson rolled his eyes and spoke aloud to no one in particular. "Mmm-hmm. Yeah, clearly those two have their hormones in check."

Cuddy noticed that House's limping was more prominent. She stopped him down the hallway. "Are you really okay?"

"I'm fine. Cuddy, please tell me there isn't a case. I know what happened back there."

She shyly admitted, "No case."

"I knew it. You lost."

"We both did. Let's call it a tie and leave it at that, okay?"

"Come on, I'll race, ya," he added with his trademark smirk.

"No, you can't."

"Well, that's just mean."

"But it's the truth." Cuddy rolled her eyes.

"I can outrun you any day, especially today of all days. Not because you have been traipsing around in four-inch heels but because as an added bonus you seem to not be wearing any underwear."

"Shh! House, shut up." Cuddy looked around to see if anyone heard them.

"Good luck trying to muster the strength to move forward fast. Every quick, short stride you take in that tight ass skirt would only cause more friction and rubbing. You really think you have a chance?"

"Wanna bet?"

"Yes."

"Okay. This time I make the terms of the bet. If I win, I get to jerk you around in my office. If you win I still jerk you around."

House tapped his cane. "Only fair to give me a head start."

Her eyes lowered to his bulging crotch. "Oh, I think I've already given you that."

Then she took off.