As Cuddy left her office the Blackberry in her hand beeped to life with a text. Checking her inbox as she continued on her journey she shook her head and let out an almost silent chuckle when she saw it was House asking her to meet him in Exam Room 2 in five minutes. She would be seriously worried about him if she didn't make it through a week without receiving a similar message at least once a week. Never once had she obliged, but it certainly didn't stop him. As she passed the very exam room House had his sights set on for some afternoon delight, the door suddenly opened and and arm shot out, grabbing her wrist and pulling her inside.

Cuddy was startled for only a second as the door closed behind her and she watched House turn from her and limp towards the exam table before hopping up to sit on it.

"How mad would you be if I fired Masters?"

Cuddy rolled her eyes before dropping her gaze back to her Blackberry. If she was going to be having this conversation she could at least check her e-mails whilst doing so, "Umm, very," she looked back up and watched as House spun round on the table to lie down, "Unless you had cause," he turned to look at her and she continued, "Real cause. Cause that a human being would consider cause."

He waved an arm at her, "Never mind then," turning back to look at the ceiling he started to twirl his cane, "She's got principles. She's like the love child of Einstein and Mary Poppins, " His eyes met hers again, "She didn't even get Einstein's hair."

She laughed at that declaration and gave up on her e-mails, taking the few steps that would bring her to the exam table and placing her hands on the edge next to his hip, "It's worth having someone on the team who doesn't see the world entirely in shades of grey."

House rolled his eyes and his shoulders came off the table as he leaned forward for emphasis, "It is grey!"

Cuddy humoured him and let a small smile reach her lips as she leaned in to make full eye contact, "To you," she gave a small shrug, "She has a fresh perspective." Starting to turn away she shot at him, "Unless that threatens you."

He sat up quickly and reached for her, "It does not..." When she smirked he stopped talking, realising exactly what her game was, "You thought I'd get defensive. Keep her out of pride."

They were both smiling now as she replied with dreamy eyes, "Girl can hope."

She stepped between his knees, really hoping he would accept her final point, "I gave this a lot of thought. She deserves a chance. A real chance."

They watched each other for a few seconds as he processed before he nodded once quickly. He wasn't convinced, that was clear to her, but he seemed to accept that this was important to her.

Breaking the silence Cuddy waved her Blackberry in his face, "And stop sending me booty call texts."

House grinned and his hands found her hips, pulling her a little closer to him, "Nope. One day I'm gonna catch you in just the right mood and then at least one of the stories I tell Wilson about nailing you all over this place will be true."

She raised one eyebrow at him and his grin only grew wider, "I'm kidding," his hands smoothed from her hips to her butt cheeks, "I only tell him the stories that actually are true. 'Cause let me tell you, they are all worth telling."

He tightened his hold, expecting her to pull away, but she surprised the hell out of him by genuinely laughing, her hands finding his shoulders, "What can I say, House? When you're right, you're right," she leaned forward and he could feel her breath on his lips when she almost whispered, "Just try not to make Wilson feel too bad about his sex life with Sam."

At that their smiling mouths met and her arms wrapped around his neck as he pulled her flush against him. She knew this probably wasn't the wisest move she could ever make, but sometimes he was far too hard to resist, and really it was only a kiss. 'An extremely hot kiss', she thought, as his tongue stroked hers and he let out the tiniest of groans. One of his hands smoothed up the length of her back and in to her hair and she was extremely glad she had foregone her suit jacket that afternoon. The hand on her butt tensed and pulled her hips in to his and he groaned again, this time a little louder, as he rubbed himself against her. Cuddy knew that was her signal to stop and she started to slow their kiss down. His mouth eventually started to comply, albeit reluctantly, when suddenly the door to the exam room opened and Wilson entered calling House's name.

They had had no time to separate their bodies but Cuddy pulled her mouth from his so fast that he was completely dazed. As his eyes found Wilson his thought process finally caught up and he turned her so that she was still between his knees but kept Wilson from getting an eyeful of his obvious arousal. Thankfully, his girlfriend was more than willing to do the talking. Unfortunately it was a lot of talking.

"I'm so sorry Wilson. We don't usually do anything like this," House's eyes met Wilson's over her shoulder and he gave an exaggerated nod, indicating the opposite, but it wasn't missed by Cuddy and he was promptly elbowed in the chest for his lie, "I mean, not that we were really doing anything anyway. It was just a kiss. I am allowed to kiss my boyfriend, and I know we probably shouldn't kiss in the hospital, but I mean it's not illegal..." As she felt House's hands squeezing her hips slightly she knew it was his way of telling her to shut up, and when she realised Wilson hadn't said a word yet, she thought that was probably best.

She watched uncomfortably as Wilson started to laugh and held up his hands, "Hey, you don't need to explain anything to me. I'm just thankful. That's probably tame compared to what I could have walked in on."

Behind her House began to chuckle and when Wilson stepped forward to high five House over her shoulder she threw her hands in the air and directed a, "Oh for God sake, grow up," at both of them as she stormed towards the door.

Just before it closed behind her she heard House's voice bellowing out of the room after her, "At least Wilson knows I'm not a liar now."

She put her hand out to push the door back open and glare in to the room, the expression directed at both men indicating that they were being warned.

In the most comical fashion she had ever seen they both immediately stopped laughing, and House croaked out, "Love you."

When she heard Wilson mutter, "Whipped," she couldn't help but laugh on the way back to her office.

AN: My sincerest apologies for the length of time it has taken me to update. I just lost my mojo a bit after Bombshells, which I'm sure most of you can relate to.

I promise that I will try my very best to get the next chapter to you as soon as possible. I may have to skip A Pox On Our House though as my little brain cannot think of any missing H/C scene for that episode. I'm willing to consider requests though.