Watching The First Wives Club, go Bette Midler!
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House watched Cuddy as she wandered around the kitchen finishing up the diner for them. He watched her prepared the sauce, cutting up vegetables, her hands were wet and they were delicate. Without shame he moved his eyes further down her body, now watching her thin, slender waist. How he wanted to grab it and slide his hand down to her…

"Enjoying the view?" Cuddy turned to him, strangely not mad.

"Very much." He smiled at her. She brought two plates and set them down, sitting across from him.

"Thank you." He said.

So this was how they were going to live. Her making dinner for them, him thanking. Him smiling at her, her melting away…

Cuddy shook her head to get rid of her intrusive thoughts. This was temporary. Temporary. Temporary. She shouldn't let herself forget that. They had done this over a stupid sexual attraction, there wasn't even anything real between them. She desperately tried to make herself believe that but she forgot every time she looked up to meet his eyes.

"Penny?"

"What?"

"For your thoughts."

"Oh…" She was an idiot. "I was just thinking the pasta is… uhm overcooked." When did she get so bad at lying?

"No, it's perfect."

Warmth spread through her chest as she muttered "Thank you."

They ate in silence, mostly throwing each other stolen glances. House had now memorized every single detail, line, and wrinkle on her hand. He was staring at it when he couldn't dare to look into her eyes. He watched her every time she paused between bites to touch her ring. It was almost like she felt safe, knowing it was there.

This was nice. Just a husband and wife having dinner. Something he wasn't used to. And it felt nice.

"You got dessert?" he asked jokingly.

She lifted her head, mouth open. "If you want dessert, you're gonna have to make it yourself."

He smiled to his plate, expecting that answer. "Maybe tomorrow I will."

"You better make it good."

"Or what?" he challenged her.

"Or…" she was at a loss of words.

"I'll make you a deal. If I make the dessert good, I'll get VIP access to your bed."

Cuddy's breath was caught in her throat. "I won't sleep with you, House."

"Not again?" he grinned.

"No." she tried to hold back a smile.

"I didn't mean sex." He continued. "I just want to stay in your room for a night."

She dropped her fork and concentrated on his eyes which caught him off guard as he stared back into her eyes.

"You make that dessert good…" she brought his face closer to his, intoxicating him even more. "Then deal."

She said yes? What? That was unexpected!

And Cuddy thought it was time she had the upper hand and watching him stare at her like that, she knew she finally had it.

They continued the rest of their meal in silence.

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