I had a great Easter weekend. Here is the next chapter, just like I promised..

Harder And Harder To Breathe

After Cuddy and House said good night to her family, they both headed up to their room to go to bed. Cuddy and House went into the bathroom that was connected to their room so that House could give Cuddy her shot.

"Drop you pants," House said to Cuddy.

"You enjoy saying that, don't you?" Cuddy asked House as she pulled down her pants a little so House could prep the area.

"I do," House said as House cleaned the area. "Not as much as I like the view, though."

Cuddy took a deep breath as House gave her the shot.

"I would enjoy bending over for you more if you weren't jamming a needle into my butt," Cuddy said as she pulled her pants back up.

"If you want, you could bend over and I could give you something else," House said with a smile.

"I already said not to the sex," Cuddy said.

"I was hoping this would change your mind," House said as he slowly lifted his shirt to show her his stomach.

"Even though your body is totally irresistible, I will have to dig down deep and resist it," Cuddy said with a smile of her own.

"I knew we should have stayed at a hotel," House said.

"You and your penis will survive a few days of rest," Cuddy said. "We have been going at it like crazy since I started my fertility meds."

"And I have enjoyed every minute of it," House said.

"Then you will enjoy cuddling with me," Cuddy said as she grabbed House's arm and dragged him to bed.

"Having my arms wrapped around your body is better than nothing," House said as they climbed into bed. Cuddy reached and turned out the lights and then curled up in House's arms. It wasn't long before both of them had fallen asleep.

2:00am

House woke up, quickly feeling how congested his chest was. He could tell that his allergies were going full force. House sat up, struggling to try to catch his breath. House took in a deep breathe and quickly started to cough. House tried to take another deep breathe, but he couldn't because it made his chest hurt. House turned and shook Cuddy.

"I said no sex," Cuddy said to House as she kept her eyes closed.

"I can't breathe," House said to Cuddy. Cuddy quickly opened her eyes and sat up as she heard House's wheezy voice.

"What's the matter?" Cuddy asked him with worry in her voice.

"I need some Benadryl," House said.

"I am sure my parents have some," Cuddy said. "Come on." Cuddy helped House out of the bed and led him to the bathroom. Cuddy had House sit down on the side of the bathtub and she turned on the warm water to try to get steam in the bathroom to help clear House's chest. "I will go get the medicine," Cuddy said. Cuddy went to the hall closet and got the Benadryl. Cuddy knew that he parents would have some because her father always tried to keep plenty of medicine in the house for emergencies. Cuddy came back into the bathroom and gave House the medicine.

"I will go make you some hot tea with honey," Cuddy said. "Do you need anything else?"

"No," House said. Cuddy gave House a kiss on the forehead and then went downstairs. When Cuddy went into the kitchen, Leslie was in there warming up a glass of milk.

"What are you going up?" Cuddy asked Leslie.

"Brady was snoring," Leslie said. "What are you doing up?"

"House is having an allergy attack," Cuddy said. "I am getting him some tea and honey."

"Is he like Brady and turn into a big baby when he doesn't feel good?" Leslie asked.

"A little," Cuddy said. "Fortunately it is only enough that I like helping him get better and not too much that I want to kill him before he gets better."

"Does he at least take care of you when you are sick?" Leslie asked. "In my household, if mommy gets sick, mommy still has to do everything around the house."

"He takes care of me to a certain extent," Cuddy said. "I do not really like to be babied, though."

"At least you know that you have a doctor to take care of you if you do get really sick," Leslie said.

"That is a plus," Cuddy said.

"I have to admit that Greg does not really seem like he is your type Lisa," Leslie said. "He is quite different from all the other guys you have dated."

"First of all, 'all the other guys' makes it sound like there was about a thousand," Cuddy said causing them both to laugh. "Second of all, look how it turned out with all of those guys."

"You just always dated someone who acted so proper and would never go anywhere with scruff on their face," Leslie said.

"House is different than anyone that I ever dated," Cuddy said. "I would have never dreamed I would go out with a guy like him. Even if I did go out with a guy like him, it would not have been hoping for a lasting relationship."

"Is that your way of saying that he is great in bed?" Leslie asked.

"Yeah," Cuddy said causing them both to laugh again.

"Now I know why you are dating him," Leslie said. "Is he very, let's say giving, in the bedroom?"

"Let's just say that he likes to give what he receives," Cuddy said.

"Is he the best you ever had?" Leslie asked.

"Yeah," Cuddy said. "Part of it is his actual movements and the other part is just the way that he looks at me. I have been in love before, but when he looks at me sometimes, for the first time I feel truly loved back. I can see it in his eyes."

"That is so corny," Leslie said laughing.

"I could taste corn as it came out of my mouth," Cuddy said.

"If you wake up with a giant grin on your face tomorrow, I will know what you where doing," Leslie said.

"I am not going to do that with mom and dad and grandma down the hall," Cuddy said.

"With all the screaming, they might think you are getting murdered," Leslie said.

"Which reminds me that I better get upstairs before House starts screaming for me," Cuddy said.

"At least with him being sick you will not have to worry about him trying to jump you," Leslie said.

"He is a guy," Cuddy said as she started to leave the kitchen. "I will always have to worry."

Cuddy went back into the bedroom and placed the tea on the side table. She then went to check on House. "How are you feeling?" Cuddy asked as she walked into the bathroom.

"A little better," House said. "I can at least breathe a little better."

"I got your tea ready for you," Cuddy said. Cuddy turned off the water and helped House back into the bedroom. House crawled into bed. Cuddy gave him the tea for him to drink. Cuddy went and sat back down on her side of the bed.

"I hate honey," House said as he drunk his tea.

"It's good for you," Cuddy said.

"Why can't pizza make me feel better?" House asked.

"Honey helps with your congestion," Cuddy said. "Pizza helps when you are depressed about something and you need to feed your face." House finished drinking all of his tea down.

"All gone," House said as he showed the empty glass to Cuddy.

"Good boy," Cuddy said as she patted him on the head. House put the glass on the side table and then laid back down.

"Goodnight for the second time Cuddy," House said. Cuddy reached and turned off the lights. Cuddy curled up in House's arms again.

"Goodnight House," Cuddy said. "I love you."

"I love you too," House said through a yawn. He then gave Cuddy a kiss on the top of her head. Cuddy let out a sigh and closed her eyes. Cuddy knew that House was a lot different than the other men she had dated. Cuddy just hoped that House would be the last man that she dated.