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I am completely glued to the keyboard pumping out some of the good stuff for y'all. I believe I promised you boardwalk in this chap, but I got a little carried away with fluff, so...boardwalk next chap. That way, it'll be awesome! This chappie is like 4,000 words so I didn't want you like GAAAH when does it end? SO yeah. But, as soon as I've posted this, I'm starting the boardwalk. Ok my children.

Enjoy :/ :) :O :D

CHAPTER 10: Fun!

Cuddy awoke find that House was still sleeping next to her. However, as she moved to get up, she noticed a tent in the blanket right where a certain body part was on him...and it stopped her dead in her tracks. Oh God. She fell back onto her back and squeezed her eyes shut as the tinge of arousal shot through her.

House apparently sensed her movements and woke up. He looked down at himself and tried to cover it up, and then looked at Cuddy, who was glazed over in lust. He blushed.

They stared at each other for a few seconds more before they lunged at each other and were at it like dogs. She moaned when he pried her legs open and teased her with his long, hard erection. She ripped off his pants to get the full effect and he tore off her shirt to lick and nip at her chest. The combination had her writhing underneath him.

Right when he was about to plunge into her heavenly depths, House's entire team, plus Nurse Jeffrey, Wilson and Mark Warner came bursting through the wall with M-80's and opened rapid fire on House, who became a bloody mass of skin swiss-cheesed to death. Cuddy screamed and started to bawl as the intruders laughed evilly.

"House! No!" she sobbed. The team was posessed and stoned out of their minds. Wilson looked rabid.

They reloaded and began to shoot at House's corpse again and Cuddy screamed-and shot up off of House, who she apparently rolled onto. House jolted awake.

"What the hell Cuddy?" he yelled in a half-asleep daze.

She came to her full senses and stared at the very much alive House. She sobbed and yanked him into her arms. He came fully aware of his senses as she soaked his shoulder.

"Sweet mother of Jesus? What the hell happened?" he pulled her away to look at her.

She stared at him and broke out sobbing again. He gently rubbed her back. It felt good. She calmed down enough for him to repeat his question.

"What happened?" he asked again.

"Oh God I had a horrible dream. Your team, plus Nurse Jeffrey, Wilson and Mark Warner burst through the wall, stoned and possessed, and shot you into swiss cheese with M-80's. It was horrible. And I think Wilson was rabid!"

He cracked up. "Nurse Jeffrey? I could imagine him wanting me dead...and Mark...but Wilson? Chase? Foreman? Thirteen? Wilson rabid? I'd love to see that." He paused and thought of something. "Wait, why were you there? What exactly were we doing? You said they came through a wall?"

Her face turned a dark shade of red. House smirked.

"Ah, Cuddles had a dirty dream that turned into a nightmare." he grinned proudly. "And I was the lucky man."

She smacked him. "Shut up."

"Ha Ha! It was me!" he fist pumped. Then his face turned serious. "Don't worry, darling. I've had my fair share of dirty dreams where you give me pole and lap dances in your office."

Her jaw dropped. "House!"

"What? Don't tell me you've never had a dirty dream with me in it."

"You are a pervert." she stated.

"Go to bed, Cuddy. It's 3 am." he yawned and lay back, closing his eyes.

Cuddy dropped back as well, still traumatized over that horrific nightmare. She was now scared shitless. She let out a whimper.

"What's wrong?" House said without opening his eyes.

"I don't want to have another nightmare that you die." she whispered.

"Come here." he patted right next to him. She hesitantly slid over. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him. "As long as you're right here, nothing will happen to either of us."

She lay in shock. That was the sweetest, most romantic thing he's ever said to her. She burrowed into his warm body and the two of them fell asleep comforted by the other in happiness.

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The two of them woke up again, this time at a reasonable time. 9 am. They were both utterly exhausted and slept in. House was the first to open his eyes. He did a double take when he realized that he was entwined with Cuddy.

"Pssst! Cuddy!" he shook her. She groggily came to.

"Whaa? Mom, 10 more minutes." she yawned and fell back asleep.

"Cuddy!" he shouted. She woke completely up.

"What?" she hissed.

"One, I believe you called me mom, and two, we're kind of...um..." he looked down at her. She looked around and saw the position they were in. House was on his back and she was on her stomach, her arm draped across his torso and her knee on his crotch.

She quickly tried to shift around, but she ended up falling completely on top of him. He chuckled and licked her forehead. She jumped.

"What the hell?"

"Hey, as long as you're there, I'm gonna torture you."

She rolled her eyes and hopped off him. He stood up off the bed and went to go find food. Cuddy went to go take a shower.

House dug through the cabinets and found some pancake mix. He began to cook a 5 star breakfast for himself and Cuddy.

Meanwhile, Cuddy let the hot steamy water roll down her well-toned body. She hasn't slept that well since...well, she never slept that well. She felt complete in his arms like that. Before she knew it, she began singing. She figured House went back to bed after stretching his leg for a minute.

House was cooking at the stove when he heard Cuddy's melodic voice fill the home. She started off with A Dream is A Wish Your Heart Makes, from Disney. He just sat in awe over her beautiful voice. He's never heard anything like it.

"A dream is a wish your heart makes...when you're fast asleep...In dreams you will lose your heartaches...whatever you wish for you keep. Have faith in your dreams and someday, your rainbows will come smiling through. No matter how your heart is greiving, if you keep on believing, the dream that you wish will come true."

"A dream is a wish your heart makes, when you're feeling small...Alone in the night you whisper thinking no one can hear you at all...You wake with the morning sunlight to find fortune that is smilin' on you...Don't let your heart be filled with sorrow for all you know tomorrow...the dream that you wish will come true."

He sat in bliss. Cuddy then changed songs and began to sing Billie Jean. The first song was gorgeous, but this was hysterical. She was trying to imitate Michael Jackson with all the grunts and everything. House snickered and grabbed his cell phone to get a recording of this for later blackmail purposes. He tried hard not to break into hysterics.

"Billie Jean is not my lover (grunt)...She's just a girl that claims that I am the one...But the kid is not my son...She says I am the one, but this kid is not my son...(grunt)"

He snuck up to the door and hit the record button as she warbled out a few more lyrics before he sent it to his team and Wilson, and a nurse who spread gossip like wildfire. House then realized he had to pee so he entered the bathroom as quietly as he could.

"Doing any crotch grabs or moonwalks in there?" he said loudly. He heard a thud and a scream.

"House! Get out! I didn't know you could hear me!" she yelled over the water splattering against the tile inside the little shower booth.

"I have to drain the snake! I ain't waiting for you to take 2 hours in there." he shouted back. "Oh, and I recorded that and sent it to my team...and Wilson...and a nurse...so it's probably all over PPTH by now." he smirked.

"YOU WHAT?" she screamed and flipped around and squinted through the opaque glass door.

"Hey, it's a number one hit, Cuddles." he flushed the toilet.

"Once I'm out of here you are dead." she growled.

"Be my guest." he saundered towards the kitchen.

"You son of a-" he slammed the door shut and limped for his life.

Cuddy got out of the shower, grabbed her robe and burst through the door in pursuit of House. She caught him just walking out the front door. She chased him around back through the bathroom door and back into the house. House screamed like a girl and Cuddy doubled over in laughter.

House took the opportunity to hide in a closet. He heard her walk into the room. He burst out of the closet and growled. Cuddy flipped around and screamed and lunged at him. He made a hasty escape out the bedroom door, but tripped over the coffee table and fell into the couch. He yelled as Cuddy closed in on him. She tackled him as he tried to get up and lightly kept punching his chest. The two of them were dripping with laughter. She finally stopped beating him because she was laughing so hard.

"Oh God that was fun." she wiped tears from her eyes.

"I haven't done something this fun since..." he trailed off. She knew the answer to that one.

"Yeah."

She was straddling him as they were sprawled across the couch. She lowered her head against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and patted her back. And then he looked down and smiled so big that his cheeks would've fallen off.

"You might want to put on some clothes..." he stared down her poorly cinched robe. She blushed and crossed her arms across her chest.

"We gotta go check on Abby." she said as she got off him. When she turned around, he slapped her ass playfully.

"Hey!" she turned around and smiled.

"Eat the damn breakfast I made for us. I'm not letting it sit here!" he called.

"I want some clothes first!"

"Do whatever the hell you have to so we can eat, check out the kid and go to the boardwalk."

She rolled her eyes. He was such a child sometimes.

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The two doctors kept making jabs at each other until they walked into the room of Abigail Vimmersberg. She was sitting up in bed looking so much better. The color was back in her cheeks, and her hair wasn't so dull anymore.

"Doctor House! Doctor Cuddy!" she greeted happily.

"Hey sweetie! How are you feeling?" Cuddy walked over and looked at her stats. House just stood there.

"I feel fantabulous! Hey, when can I get out of this place? I'm bored out of my mind. I need to go for a run." she babbled.

"As soon as Cu-Dr. Cuddy and I are satisfyed that you're well enough to leave, you're outta here." House grinned.

"Yay! So when is that?" she asked.

"Hmmm...well I want to keep you one more night, and I promise you can get out of here tomorrow." Cuddy said after being satisfied by her charts.

"Woo hoo!" House walked over and they high-fived.

"I'll be back, ladies. Gonna go get some chow." House left.

"Didn't you just eat?" Cuddy called after him.

"Pancakes aren't very filling!" his muffled voice shouted back.

She rolled her eyes.

"Are you dating him?" Abby asked out of the blue. Cuddy flipped around.

"Him? Not now." Cuddy said and cringed as she realized what she said.

"What do you mean 'not now'? You did date him?"

"Yes, honey, a very long time ago. We went separate ways for a little while, and then I hired him."

"So why don't you start dating again?" she pried further.

"It's complicated."

Abby huffed. "Just tell me, alright. I won't tell anyone. I like listening." she said. "I'm sure you've never told any of this to anyone before, so just talk."

She had a point there. Cuddy pulled up a chair and sat next to the bed.

"Well, when the two of us met up again when I hired him, he was already seeing someone. Her name is Stacy. She's a lawyer. Anyway, I kept out of it until the infarction."

"You mean, his leg?" she asked.

"Yes. He had a clot, and he wouldn't let us amputate. There was a very risky procedure done, and it saved his leg, but...it wasn't worth it. He's in pain all the time and...he's miserable. He broke up with Stacy then, after 5 years." she stared into her lap when she felt her eyes water up.

"Oh..." Abby said gently. "Can I get up for a sec? I want to stretch."

"Sure...Cuddy detached the IV's, still looking away and Abby stood and stretched out. She walked over to Cuddy.

"You need a hug." she smiled. Cuddy looked up and Abby saw the tears. She pulled her into a hug and Cuddy let it all out, the emotion she held in for so long.

"Shhh...It's alright, okay? He's fine. You should go tell him how you feel. You would probably feel a whole lot better. And hey, what's your cell number? You can talk to me whenever you want."

Cuddy smiled and pulled away. "Thank you sweetie. Here's my card, the bottom number is my cell. Oh, and you don't have to call me Dr. Cuddy, you can call me Lisa."

"Or Cuddles." House said as he came back in with a Reuben. Cuddy smacked him.

"Have an interesting conversation about me, ladies?" he waggled his brows. The two of them rolled their eyes.

"Girl stuff." Abby lied. Cuddy winked.

Abby's parents came in right then from running home to take a quick shower and get a change of clothes.

"Doctor House! Lisa! How is she?" Craig asked.

"She's doing fine. I just want her here for one more night, just to be safe. You can take her home tomorrow."

"That's great!" Madelyn said happily.

"Yup." House said.

"Thank you so much, Dr. House, Cuddy."

"No problem." House said. "It was fun."

"Fun?" everybody made a face at his choice of vocabulary.

"Oh, I just had a belief that it's never lupus and I was proved wrong."

Cuddy smirked. House glared.

"Okay, guys, go enjoy your time down here." Madelyn shooed them away.

"You're sure?" Cuddy asked.

"Go ahead." Craig smiled.

...

"Cool." House said. "Can we go to the boardwalks now?"

"Boardwalks?" she asked.

"There's two. I want to kill two birds with one stone."

"Um, okay...but can we go back to the house and chill for a little while? Don't you want to go later on when it's dark?"

"Yeah!" House cheered. "Besides, I wanna try out that hot tub and take a nap."

"Alright."

...

They finally made it back and House tossed his cane and fell onto the couch. Cuddy went and sat down next to him.

"You wanna see if there's any good TV on?" he asked.

"Whatever."

He flipped it on and went channel surfing. A repeat of Oprah was on, from 1993 when she interviewed Michael Jackson in Neverland Ranch.

"Michael Jackson!" he shouted and pointed. Cuddy tuned in. That guy was like sex to her ears.

Oprah was asking him about why he always grabbed his crotch. House made a face. Cuddy smiled. He said that it was subconscious, that when you get so into your music you don't think when you do things. He doesn't think ahead of time that that's not a good area to grab, it just happens. When he reviews the tapes, he often thinks "Oh God did I do that?" He even did a little demo of the crotch thing. "BAM!"

House cracked up.

"Shut up! I'm trying to listen."

The conversation went on, eventually asking MJ about dating and love. Then, Oprah asked the unthinkable.

"I know this is an embarrassing question to ask, for me to ask it, but I'm going to ask it anyway. Are you a virgin?

House and Cuddy looked at each other and cracked up.

"How could you ask me that?" MJ buried his hand in his face.

"Only Oprah." House snickered. "Of course he's not a virgin! Maybe celibate, but he had freakin' kids!"

"Alright, shut it off before you argue with the TV." Cuddy hit the button on the remote.

"I'm going in the hot tub." House announced and got up to go find some swim trunks.

"I think I'll join you." she agreed.

They got changed. House was the first one out. He opened the cover and started up the bubbles. Cuddy came out as he was fixing it. He turned around and tried to keep his pants on.

She was wearing a baby pink bikini that showed off her outstanding abs and her toned body. Her belly button stud glimmered in the sun.

House was speechless.

"What?" she asked.

House hopped in before his manhood started to show. "Nothing. You look...fantastic."

She smiled and got in next to him. Those bubbles felt great. House actually fell asleep laying in that comfort. It did wonders for his leg.

Cuddy rested her head on his shoulder and dozed off as well. She started to have a dirty dream, but House woke her up.

"Cuddles?" he smirked. She opened her eyes.

"Cold? Or another dirty dream about me?" he stared at her chest. She covered herself up.

"It's cold! And we slept in here for an hour and a half? I'm all pruny!" she whined.

"You're pruny? MiniMe is all shriveled up!" he complained.

"I'm putting clothes on." she got out.

"Then I won't be able to stare at your hot bod!" he whined.

She rolled her eyes and walked inside. He decided to get out too, for the sake of his manhood. They both eventually met up again fully dressed, Cuddy in a Michael Jackson t-shirt and jean shorts. House looked sexier than ever before. He had on khaki pants, flip flops, and one of those outrageous Hawaiian shirts that was open just enough for some chest hair to poke out the top. She had to keep herself from drooling.

"You wanna go out to eat? Together, no sneaking away from people?" he asked.

"Sure! But where, though?"

"Or we could eat on the boardwalk." he suggested.

"Ooooh! Yeah!" she clapped.

"I want to show you something." he led her into the little office to her laptop that was on the desk.

She glanced at the screen. "Porn?"

He quickly closed that window. "You never saw that." he blushed. "And no, this is what I was going to show you."

He pulled up a YouTube video, and hit play. Cuddy stood there with her tongue out and was pretty much sure her pants were soaked. It was a video montage of a whole bunch of Michael Jackson crotch grabs. It got her horny like nobody's business.

She had to wipe the drool from her chin.

"Somebody likes..." House teased.

"You knew that he does this to me!" she whined, still staring at the screen.

"That's why I showed it! To get you hot and bothered! Now, let's go!"

"Wait, wait! I wanna watch the last 5 minutes of Black and White!"

"I wanna go the boardwalk!" he dragged her away.

"I am so watching it when we get back!"

Yeah, I got carried away...whoopsies :P Oh, and for a few random statements:

Michael Jackson is the only person that can grab his crotch in public and get cheered on for it.

Totally true! LOL. And here's a Chuck Norris:

Chuck Norris is the reason Waldo is still hiding.

Wow. I can't believe I just said that. Oh well. I had ice cream...which I haven't had in a while...

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