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AN: And back to the Huddy. Thank you all for your reviews and support. Wow, didn't think you all would like this, this much.

Now, she was fairly certain she knew the meaning of domestic bliss.

Not that living with House was a picnic. He liked to watch loud cartoons in the morning while he ate sugary cereal in front of her that made her teeth ache just watching him. He mocked her music. He constantly tried to sneak peaks of her naked (which was actually sort of ego boosting). He was still obnoxious, and picked at her, making sarcastic observations about everything.

Yet it was moments like this that made it bliss.

"Grilling is man work…" House said as he lightly hip checked Cuddy over, taking a place so they could stand shoulder to shoulder.

"I thought that was just barbequing…" Cuddy arched her brow at him, but was actually pleased with the proximity and them working together.

"Nope… You play with the evil green – I will grill the meat." House turned his attention to seasoning his steak.

"You know that means you have to grill my tofu…" She nodded to where it was marinating in the teriyaki sauce she preferred.

"Ewww… And I suppose it has to go first." House stuck his tongue out. "It's gonna get tofu cooties on my sirloin."

"Better than blood on my tofu." She glared at him.

"So says you…" House still took a pair of tongs and lifted the offending item out of its marinade and put it on the grill. "But I expect you to put out for me, since I'm actually cooking that monstrosity."

"House…" Cuddy started then rolled her eyes as he arched his brow at her. "Fine. Greg…" She said pointedly. "You expect me to put out for everything – and I haven't yet."

"The key word here being yet…" House smirked. "I'm keeping track and eventually you will…" He waggled his brows.

"In your dreams…" Cuddy murmured, but it didn't hold the certainty it had – even to her ears – as it had even a few weeks ago. This was so domestic and she felt so content, standing with him as they cooked dinner, verbally sparring. Even her rational side that warned her that she was setting herself up for a fall had seemed to quiet. She focused on the stir fry; only half watching as House made certain her tofu was grilled to perfection then set it on a plate to wait for her stir fry. Then she watched as he put his own steak on the grill, leaving it to sizzle and pop as he started cutting up mushrooms into a separate pan that already had seasoned butter melted in it. It seemed like no time at all, before he declared the mushrooms done and started to cover his steak with them, then to her surprise he kept back half and looked at her. "Over or on the side?"

"What?" Lisa looked at him quizzically.

"They're good…" He popped one into his mouth, and then held out another for her. "The trick is not to cook them too long or all the juice goes out of them." He waited for her to take the mushroom into her mouth from the end of the fork he held it on. "Or do you not eat of the fungus? It's a hell of a lot more appealing than that…" He nodded towards her tofu.

"I eat mushrooms…" She licked her lips then leaned in and took the mushroom from the end of the fork, her eyes closing at the delicate flavour. "Mmmm… Over please."

"Good choice." House swallowed hard, and then proceeded to spread her portion out over the tofu before he set the pan down and adjusted himself. "Can you save those noises for the bedroom?"

Cuddy couldn't help but laugh. "Sure… You just shouldn't feed me things that taste that good."

"I can think of something else to feed you that would taste better." He waggled his brows suggestively.

"You would…" Cuddy rolled her eyes as she added stir fry to his plate, and then they both carried it through to the living room after stopping at the fridge for a beer.

House smirked as he flopped down onto his couch. "So L-word on mute?" He asked as he picked up his remote.

Cuddy shook her head; it was amazing that he picked up the same damned habits regardless of memories in some instances. "How about the news?"

"Boring…" House commented as he started to channel surf. "Grey's Anatomy?"

"Only if we mock their medicine." Cuddy smirked.

"Why else would we watch it?" House grinned back at her.

House flicked on the channel in question and they both set into their meal. "If I caught our doctors acting like that…" She paused. "Who am I kidding – Cameron and Chase were acting like that." She snorted.

"We could act like that…" House waggled his brows.

"Not happening – besides which you're not working right now." Cuddy arched her brow at him.

"I could though…" House said thoughtfully.

"What?" Cuddy looked at him curiously.

"I mean – functionally…" He tapped his head. "It's all here, all my skills, all my knowledge." He paused. "It's not like I don't know how to be a Doctor. I'm not college level in my medical knowledge."

Cuddy paused, she hadn't thought about him coming back to work before he remembered. "I just didn't… You'd have to be certified by the board again."

"So… I get certified." He shrugged and popped a mushroom in his mouth. "Look, I've been out of my coma for what… Six weeks. In the hospital for two, here in the apartment for four. My memories aren't making any announcements about when they're coming out of hiatus."

"They will…" Cuddy insisted.

"I know…" He said placating. "I'm not saying I won't remember Lisa. I'm just saying I'm bored stiff around here. I've found a few things to do – but I did train to become a doctor – I want to go…"

"Doctor?" Cuddy smiled slightly.

"Yes, clinic, ER… Whatever I normally do…" House said in exasperation.

"Be still my beating heart – you might get into my pants yet." Cuddy grinned, visions of House actually catching up on his clinic hours for once going through the administrative portion of her brain.

House grinned. "I'm holding you to that… Didn't know you took offers of working in the clinic or ER as serious come-ons, Lisa…"

"From you, yes… I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth." Cuddy took another bite of her food. "I'll make the calls on Monday to get you set up with the board to be re-certified."

"Good…" He nodded and took a drink of his beer. "Because tomorrow you're coming with me…"

Cuddy looked at him questioningly, but didn't bother asking where. Knowing House would tell her, or show her when he was ready. "As long as it doesn't interfere with me going to my place Sunday and doing laundry."

"Right – my day to deal with your vastly inferior cable service." House smirked. "The indignities I suffer for you."