AN: First off I'd like to apologise to everyone who has this story on their favourites and to those who have reviewed. I've really really wanted to write more for you guys but it just wasn't happening and I couldn't force it.

Hopefully there will still be some people out there willing to read this story, and I hope you enjoy this new installment.


Dina and Danielle continued to argue; their classic argument resonating from the TV as he closed his eyes, rested his head against the back of the sofa and let the Scotch warm his insides. This used to be as close to bliss as he could fathom. Used to be. Now, it all just felt a bit… Flat. He really had been desperate for some time to himself. No Wilson and his woes or Cuddy and her expectations. Now that he had it, it felt like a hollow victory.

His eyes opened and he looked around the room. It was too quiet. He missed her home – the mundane sounds of dinner being prepared or Rachel rebelling against bath time. His thoughts irritated him. Was this really where he was at now? Unable to spend one measly night away from his girlfriend. He sighed heavily as his eyes landed on the phone, but before he even really tried to talk himself out of it he had picked it up and was dialling.

"Hello." She sounded slightly harassed. Guess it was bath time.

"I lied to you." What the hell was wrong with him?

There was a long pause and then, "Okay. You planning on telling me what about?"

He leaned forward, placing his glass on the coffee table and resting his head in his now free hand, "I didn't go bowling with Wilson. And I told him I was going out to dinner with you."

"Couch, Scotch and Real Housewives of New Jersey?" She didn't sound mad. There was a touch of affection in her voice.

He nodded despite her not being able to see him, "Yeah."

"House, when you want time to yourself all you have to do is tell me. The manipulation isn't necessary."

He chuckled slightly, "Old habits and all that." She laughed a little. "Thing is; now that I have the time to myself it's not as great as I remembered it."

"So call Wilson and go bowling." He could hear the grin in her voice and he couldn't help but smile.

"Can I come over?"

"You can. Now let me go or a very sticky and whiny Rachel will be the one keeping you company."


She was soaking in the tub by the time he got to her place and when he appeared in the bathroom her smile was smug.

"Oh shut up." He leaned over to place a gentle kiss on her mouth before sitting on the tub edge.

Her smile grew, "I didn't even say anything."

He dipped a hand in to the water and ran his finger down the length of her midriff, "You almost done in there?"

She nodded and stood up, grabbing her bath towel and wrapping it firmly around herself.

He fingered the knot keeping the towel closed, "You really need that? I've seen you naked before. Many, many, many times."

Cuddy laughed as she stepped over the edge, "And I'm sure you'll see me naked again. Maybe even tonight. Don't pout."

As she turned to head towards her bedroom House followed and managed to snag her hand, stopping her in the doorway. Pinning her against the frame he threw his cane towards the bed and ran his hands down her arms, lacing their fingers together when he reached her hands.

"I'm sorry I lied."

She nodded, "I know."

He leaned down and captured her mouth in a tender kiss. His lips moving against hers, completely unhurried. Cuddy's hands left his and she wound her arms around his neck, one hand finding the back of his head. This seemed to encourage him and his kiss deepened, his tongue gaining entry to her mouth and encouraging a whimper from her. It felt like they had been kissing for hours when suddenly he felt her hands at his waistband and his jeans were popped open. He pulled back slightly, panting for breath and watched her hands disappear into his briefs, his eyes closing again when she wrapped her warm hand around the length of him. He kissed her again as she stroked him a couple of times and then she was gone. His eyes snapped open and she was turning him to stand fully in the doorway. She then returned to his jeans and briefs, pushing them down his legs. She knelt to remove his sneakers and socks then his clothing was thrown in to the nearest corner. When she stood again she kissed him once, twice and then stepped back, her hand reaching for her towel.

As the ends parted and the towel dropped she told him, "You might want to hold on to the door frame."

And because he couldn't think of anything smart to say he did as he was told and watched her return to her knees. He was in her hand again and he stared at the ceiling. If he looked down this was over. Her tongue ran the length of him from base to tip and then her mouth closed around the head. His grip on the door frame tightened and his groan was primal. She moved forward and took the rest of him in to her mouth, bobbing back and forth and removing him entirely at some points to nuzzle at his balls. It both thrilled and appalled him how good she was at this. As she took him all in, his tip hitting the back of her throat and then sliding perfectly down his hands came off the door frame to hold the back of her head. He thrust in to her mouth as gently as he could but as he hurtled towards the end his brain lost all control of his hips. When Cuddy began to hum he gripped her hair and a loud moan was wrenched from his throat as he came and came and never thought he would stop coming. His cock slid from her mouth and the rest of his spent body joined her on the floor. His chest was rising and falling rapidly and she remembered the same look in his eyes from the days of too many Vicodin. She smiled. He was high on her.

When he could finally speak and his eyes focused on her smiling down at him, "What the fuck was that?" wasn't really what she had been expecting.

There was a pause and then they both dissolved in laughter as she eased down to rest her head on his chest, his heavy arm coming around her and pulling her close, "I mean I'm not complaining. No sirree, but fuck Cuddy you could have killed me."

"Obviously the sound of you apologising makes me extremely horny. We probably don't have to worry about that happening again."

At that his hand came down hard on her ass cheek and she let out a yelp, but before she could protest he had her pinned beneath him, arms above her head, "So what are we going to do about you?"

One perfect eyebrow was raised, "I think you're looking at quite a refractory period, House."

He grinned, "Oh, I can use my mouth for more than just apologising."

With that he disappeared from her frame of vision and she stretched languidly in anticipation.


Much much later, when he really should have been in bed, House sat on the couch in his briefs and t-shirt, Scotch in hand, watching Teresa chase Danielle. He smiled blissfully. This had been the right decision. Cuddy stirred slightly, stretched out on the sofa and her head in his lap. His free hand stroked down her back and she remained sound asleep.

Couch, Scotch, Real Housewives of New Jersey and Cuddy. He much preferred the revised list.