hullo, cutiepeas! before you read this chapter I would just like to apologise for butchering the english language on my last chapter, I re-read it and cringed at the amount of mistakes I found. Bad me.

I'm afraid updates will be coming slower, I'm approaching the end of my high school years (PANIC), graduation and prom are next week and exams are closely followed. welp.

But fear not, I've written a little treat for you... it was time I took advantage that M rating, don't you think? ~/wink

Enjoy!

Pigs didn't fly now did they? Of course not. Pigs were genetically programmed to live amongst their filth and prosper happily buried in a revolting amount of crap. House was a flying pig. well, not literally, but figuratively. Flying pigs were unnatural, against nature's laws, and that was precisely how he felt in that moment. Out of place and unsettled. Sitting across from him was his mother, with a thousand watt smile gracing her aged kissed face, and by his right, feeling completely out of place, sat Lisa Cuddy.

They had just arrived from the airport, both determined to tell Blythe about their marriage without breaking her heart too much, but somehow, finding themselves making small talk about the weather and other boring political questions. Of course, Blythe, oblivious to the whole thing, contently sipped on her tea, eager to ask the one and truly important question.

"So, when can I expect grandchildren?" No time to waste, she wasn't getting any younger, and neither was Greg, no need to sugar coat the situation.

House choked on his coffee, feeling the way Cuddy had tensed up next to him. He knew how delicate that topic was when it came to her and how devastated she'd been once her attempts at IVF failed miserably just a couple months prior. Cuddy's desire to become a mother sometimes consumed her whole, it was so deeply buried within her she couldn't find a word to describe it, it made her feel miserable and somehow slightly worthless.

"We... Ahm..." - House was searching for an answer but couldn't find none and his mother's curious eyes on him were certainly not helping - "Mum, there's something I need to tell you..." - he sighed - "... Cuddy and I aren't-"

Calmed and poised as always Cuddy cut him off speech - "We aren't planning on having children" - Blythe's face fell - "Our lives are a little hectic at times and our schedules are not too big on free time, it wouldn't be fair to bring a baby into a life so stressful..." - sensing the woman's discomfort and disappointment, Cuddy, trying to sooth the situation, added calmly - "... But if it were to happen one day, it would be a blessing nonetheless." It wasn't a lie, having a baby would be a blessing... At least for one of them, she just chose to omit that last part, sometimes it was easier to let people linger with the tiniest bit of hope instead of crushing their hearts completely.

House sat there in silence, mulling over Cuddy's words and mentally scolding himself. He was really not amused with the way his chest heaved when the memory of him telling her how much she would suck as a mother stroke him like a 100V lightning bolt, how part of him cringed when she'd implied that being a mother wasn't in her plans and how heartbroken he knew she would be feeling when she casted that smile across the table, easing his mother apparent discomfort and deteriorating her own self preservation.

House finally looked at Cuddy, thanking her silently for not telling his mother (who was probably the only person still having faith he would someday live happily ever after) about the circumstances of their matrimonial enlace. Cuddy nodded at him, averting her eyes almost instantly, not feeling like having him study her like one of his puzzles, trying to rationalize her decision.

She couldn't bear the look of sadness in his eyes when he'd looked at his mother. She knew House, despise everything and then, like one of his epiphanies, it hit her: the only reason he'd give in so easily when she'd stated that his mother was to know about the whole ordeal was not because he was okay with it but because it mattered to him. Leave it to House to react with his negative feedback mechanisms. His mother was one of the few people whose opinion he gave a damn about and she knew how much it pained him having to disappoint her like that.

The rest of their impromptu reunion went by without any major collateral damage. The ate, made small talk, nothing out of the ordinary. Blythe would stay with them at Cuddy's house, meaning, their act would be extended to their living environment too, something they both were secretly okay with.

Every night they'd go through the same ritual. They'd sit on opposite sides of the bed, back to back, both flipping through phones and going about their nightly routines. Their uneasiness wasn't unusual, after weeks of 'marriage' they'd still feel awkward sleeping next to each other.

House sighed, he knew he had to say something. They hadn't talked about Cuddy's sudden change of heart, not that he was that big on talking but the curiosity was picking at him. Knowing was what he was best at, not knowing was whitewash on water.

She made her way to the bathroom and for some reason he decided it was the right room to have a serious conversation in, the bedroom was too personal, too dangerous, and the bathroom just seemed like a save, neutral place. Plus, there was less change any of them could make a run for it, or better yet, a limp for it, without falling flat faced on the floor.

"Cuddy" he spoke sternly in a low voice, not wanting to startle her, or worse, letting his mother hear them talking.

She jumped, grasped her polka dotted tank top, clenching the fabric in her hands, just as she was about to remove it. House inwardly cursed his sense of timing but chose not to verbalize his disappointment.

"Jesus Christ, House!"

He couldn't helps the amused smirk on his face, watching Cuddy squirm warmed his heart every time.

"We need to talk." The lack of snark in his voice surprised her, she starred at him, mouth slightly agape, nodding for him to continue.

"Why?" One simple question, one very difficult answer.

Cuddy feigned ignorance - "Why, what?"

House grunted - "Why did you tell my mother we were married?" - his forwardness caught her off guard, of course, the one subject she'd hope he'd avoid is the one he chooses not to let go.

"Because we are." She stated in a matter of factly.

He took one step closer to her, the tiny bathroom suddenly drained of oxygen. His intense gaze on her, reading her emotions, studying her reaction like only he could.

"Cuddy..." He warned.

She sighed defeated, unable to avert her eyes from his.

"I just..." - she looked down for a second, feeling his body get closer, laws of physics be damned - "... I saw how happy she was and I didn't... She'd be heartbroken."

He nodded, still fixated on her face.

"You didn't have to do it."

"I know. I just..."

"You just what?"

Cuddy could feel his breath on her cheek. His voice, raspy and low, floating in her brain, awakening her senses. He snaked his arm around her waist, placing his hand on the sink for support.

"As much as you try to make people believe, House, I'm not an heartless wrench. I care. About you."

The sincerity in her voice was more than he could handle.

"I..."

His voice trailed off as the arm under her waist slid up her back and pulled her towards him. Lowering his head to hers and brushing his lips over hers.

She shivered.

He smiled and did it again. Pressing more firmly against her, his tongue slid into her mouth and tangled with hers. She moaned as she angled her head against his. Her hands crept up and gripped his shoulders as she arched against his body.

His hands slid down and under her tank top. Her skin prickled with sensation as he stroked his palms up over her ribs. His thumb scraped over the pebble of her nipple and she groaned throatily into his mouth as she arched against him again.

His mouth moved from hers and he kissed a path to her neck and nipped her there in a way that had her jumping as pleasure lanced through her body. She had forgotten. She had forgotten how well he knew her. How he knew her body almost as well as she did and he could wring pleasure out of her as easily as his fingers could dance over the keys of his favoured piano.

"We can't" She whispered, not meaning it in the slightest.

He smirked against her skin. Cuddy whimpered as she slid his body into the cradle of her hips and ground against her through the thin layers of material separating them.

"I…" She tried in vain to get her brain to cooperate with what she was trying to tell him. She finally gasped as he nudged his pelvis against her and sent a fire burst of pleasure rocketing up her spine.

Consequences forgotten, they finally let the fire burn between them.

I've been getting less and less reviews each chapter :( my muse is sad. But I will not disregard those who do review, thank you people, you put a smile on my face.

Ps: how adorable was Lisa Edelstein on twitter yesterday? gaaaaaaaaaaaaaawd that woman will be the death of me. I'm in lesbins wit her tbqh.