Title: Confessions

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I do not own anything

Summary: Cuddy is faced with a suspected case of abuse and tries to help the victim. But her willingness to help puts her in a dangerous position and she begins to fear for her life.

!!Huddy!!!

Chapter 7

"Great." Cuddy whispered to herself as she examined the bump on her head in her compact mirror. "Just great." She sighed dropping her head into her hands.

"Cuddy;?" House gently knocked on the closed bathroom door.

Cuddy lifted her head as her tears began to flow freely. "Yeah." She quickly flushed the toilet to throw him off.

"Are you going to come out of there any time soon? My Bladder isn't a reliable as yours."

"Yeah." She replied as she threw warm water on her face. "Just a sec;"

House nodded to himself and listened through the door. He could tell she was still crying.

"Hey," she opened the door and faked a smile. "Sorry, I was…" she walked past him trying in vain to avoid eye contact.

"Hey," he gently grabbed her arm.

"What?" she turned back, looking everywhere but at him.

"You're not going to tell me what happened?" He asked

"I didn't think you would care." She retorted. "Is it okay if I make some tea?"

House let her arm fall and watched as she headed toward his kitchen.

"Dr. Cuddy has nothing to say?" he asked as he limped after her. "Do you know where you are?"

Cuddy didn't reply.

"You're in my apartment." He continued "My name is Gre…."

"I hit my head House, I'm not confused, I have a headache." She grabbed a mug "Not memory loss."

"Just checking, because judging by the way, you won't look at me!" he pointed out "I thought maybe your brain was slowing turning to Swiss….cheese…." he trailed off.

Cuddy watched the kettle intently as if she was willing it to boil. As she stood she could feel his eyes burning into her.

"I'm waiting." He snickered after a few minutes of awkward silence passed.

Cuddy kept her head down and tried to fight her tears "House." She poured the hot water.

"That's my name."

"Please don't." she whispered taking the mug with her to the couch.

"Okay." He followed her "But how long are you going to keep me waiting?"

Cuddy sat he sat next to her.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"It." He mimicked "What exactly is 'it' that you don't want to talk about?"

"House." She said his name again.

"Stop saying my name that way." He took the mug from her hand "It's creeping me out."

"I…" she paused.

"You." He added

"I…"

"Wow. I never thought I would see that day when you couldn't talk to me."

"I can't go home." She whispered " Not right now."

"Okay." He sat forward and set her mug in the table "Where are you going to go?" he joked.

Cuddy looked up at him for the first time that night with shock written all over her face. House disregarded it.

"You forgot to put a tea bag in your mug." He set the mug down. "The cup is filled with nothing but water."

Cuddy wiped a tear that had escaped from her eye. "Right;" She quickly got off the couch, grabbed her bag and raced out the front door.

"Hey!" House went after her. "Cuddy!" he yelled her name. "Stop!"

Cuddy paused at the end of the hall.

"I was joking!" he limped after her.

"It's okay." She brushed him off "I shouldn't have come here anyway."

"Sure you should have, it was your turn." He smiled "I came to you last time."

Cuddy did reply with words, instead she turned her face from him as if to say she didn't want him to see her like this.

"I know you're used to being cutthroat Cuddy." He grabbed her bag. "But I've know you a long time. And I know you really well." He took her hand in his. "You don't always have to be the Dean of Medicine when you're with me."

Cuddy wiped away the tears that were staining her face "Are you drunk?" she smiled resting her forehead on his chest.

"Believe it or not I have a heart. I thought you knew because I'm such a pleasure to deal with all the time." He smiled meshing his fingers with hers. "I know how to use it when it matters."

"House?" she pulled away from him after a few moments passed. "Can we get out of the hallway?"

House nodded and they headed back toward his apartment.

"I kind of like this side of you." She spoke to fill the silence. "It's …."

"Don't get used to it." He replied closing the door behind him. "I've got a reputation to protect."

"Yeah, yeah;" Cuddy turned to face House to find him standing right behind her.

"What are you…" she began.

House didn't respond with words. Instead he took her chin in his hands and without any hesitation he kissed her.

Cuddy was quick to respond to him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. The kissed until they both ran out of breath.

"There's that tongue again." House smiled as he pulled away.

"Are you complaining?" she replied trying to catch her breath.

"Not at all." He pulled her down to the couch to sit with him.

"Where are we going with this?" she asked resting her head on his shoulder.

"Going;? I thought we were sitting on the couch." He quipped

"It didn't take much for the smart ass to return." She smiled.

"Not much at all." He added.

"So;?" She snuggled up to him.

"So what?"

"House!" she slapped his arm.

"What?" he snickered "Five minutes ago you couldn't even look me in the eye, now your sticking your tongue in my mouth and asking me where we are going? Does your mother know about the naughty things you do?"

"She's none the wiser." Cuddy played along. "She still thinks I'm a virgin."

"Well if that is the case." He paused over at her as she sat up. "You're mother is clueless."

"I just play the part well." She added "That's all."

"What happened; Cuddy?" House's demeanor changed.

Cuddy shrugged.

"It was bad enough to scare you out of your home. It was bad enough to reduce you to tears." He paused "Which is hard to do to the Dean of Medicine."

"I just don't want to talk about it that's all." She sighed "I'm pretty tired."

House nodded "You can take my room." She handed her the bag she had brought.

"Thank you." She smiled kissing his cheek.

"That's it?"

Cuddy leaned foreword to meet him halfway, again her arms wrapped around his neck when his lips met hers. House placed his hands on her waist. Not wasting but a few seconds his hand slowly began to caress the skin under her shirt.

"House." She whispered his name when his lips moved from her mouth to her neck. "House;" she whimpered again. "Please." She put her hands to his chest. "Please."

House pulled away.

"I'm sorry." She sighed trying to fight the tears that threatened to fall. "I want this more then you…."

"You don't have to explain." He cut her off.

"It's just that…"

House shook his head "It's okay."

"No…no it isn't because you kiss me like that and I.." she stammered "It's….." she paused "You're never going to let me live this down but it's amazing, it's everything I thought it would be…."

"Cuddy." He tried to stop her ramble.

"And I really want this …I just…" she paused "I don't want to associate what happened tonight with the first time you and I…."

House finally gave up and stared at her.

"Are…." She paused when she noticed he seemed to be staring off in space. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

House didn't respond.

"House!" she playfully punched his shoulder.

"That's abuse!" he cried out pretending to be hurt. "The Dean of Medicine is a physically abuser."

"Shut up!" she smiled "Seriously."

"Can I say something?"

Cuddy nodded as he brushed a stray tear from her face.

"I don't plan on making out with anybody else." He smiled "In case you were still wondering where we were going."

"Okay." Cuddy smiled "Good night House."

House watched as she disappeared into his bedroom, before returning to his spot on the couch.

Cuddy rolled over in the bed and stared at the red glowing digits of the alarm clock. She had been in bed for almost two hours and she was having a hard time getting to sleep.

She sat up and tried fixing the pillows that rested under her head. She lay back down and closed her eyes. She attempted to focus on the meeting she had at the hospital the next day, but it wasn't working. The only thing she could focus on was House. The fact that she was there in his bed, the fact that he had kissed her again and that he wasn't planning on kissing anyone else.

Cuddy smiled to herself as she stared at the ceiling. Before she knew it she was climbing out of the bed and heading down the hallway.

"House;?" she whispered.

House was asleep.

"House;?" she whispered again, as she gently shook his arm.

House opened his eyes "Are you kidding me?" he whispered "It's not enough that you took over my bed, you have to wake me up in the…"

This time it was Cuddy who cut House off taking his face in her hands and forcefully kissing him.

"Good morning!" he shot back while pulling away. "What..." he began to speak as Cuddy took him by the hand. "Are you doing?"

Cuddy didn't respond until they reached the bedroom. "No more questions."

"Cuddy, are you…."

"Shh." Cuddy placed a finger on his lips, and pushed him down on the bed. "Quiet."

Cuddy climbed on top of House and straddled his legs. She began to trail her finger down his bare chest.

"Cuddy." He tried to speak again only to have her silence him with a kiss.

"My god woman." He flipped her over so that he was now on top of her.

"Cuddy!" he called her name to get her attention.

Cuddy stopped her attack and locked eyes with him.

House caught his breath as he took in her disheveled appearance. He reached down and pushed her hair from her face. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Cuddy nodded "If I asked you to stop, would you?"

House shrugged "I don't know that I could."

"That's good." she reached up and pulled him down. "Because I don't want you to stop."

TBC