Title:Hidden Moments

Rating:T

Disclaimer: House doesn't belong to me, no copyright infringement intended

Spoilers: Nothing big in the plot so far but based on episodes series 2-4

Archive: Probably but please ask me first anyway.

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You Don't Want to Know

'Please go commando this morning'

'No'

'Pretty please'

'No!'

'With sugar on top?'

Cuddy turned to look at House who was sprawled across the bed behind her,

'You're meant to get to work the same time as me, why aren't you up yet?'

'Because I want you to go commando'

The confused look of innocence on his face almost made her smile before she remembered herself

'Never going to happen House. I'll see you at the hospital soon,'

House smirked as she left the room. That sounded like a challenge and he knew just the people for the job.

***

'I need you to bring me the thong of Lisa Cuddy.' He paused for their reaction; they didn't seem to quite believe him

'Not kidding,' still no movement,

'Thong. Cuddy. Go.' finally they seemed to realise that he was being serious and, still looking disbelieving left the room, pausing to glance at Foreman

'It's how I got hired,' House smiled, he was starting to like Foreman more and more.

***

House looked up as Taub walked in and saw the panties in his hand. Catching them deftly with his cane he looked disappointed

'These are not Cuddy's panties,'

'You don't think that I...'

'No. Also, she's wearing a red bra today,' oops, he thought, as everybody looked at him, probably not information everyone is privy to

'Like I'm the only one who noticed. Means the downstairs will match,' not to mention he'd seen the exact underwear she had put on and he couldn't think of any reason why she would change them, not without him knowing in any case.

***

As soon as he saw them he knew they were hers. Hell by now he could pretty much recite the contents of her underwear drawer. But he supposed he should make at least a show of disbelief.

'Pull down your pants,'

'You think I'm lying?'

'No, I want to give you a reward. Yes, I think you're lying. Cardiac arrest plus nose bleed, Go.'

After they had left he considered the knickers in his hands, how had Cole gotten them? That didn't matter so much right now; it was time for the completion of his plans.

***

He already knew that she wasn't wearing underwear but he needed her to know he knew. House threw his vicodin past her then when she turned to glare at him gave her his best puppy eyes.

Cuddy saw the bottle roll past her, she wondered what House was playing at, he wouldn't normally let his pills out of his vicelike grip.

'I'll get it,' she sighed and bent over to pick them up, purposely teasing him with a nice look at her ass, she only remembered too late…

'Oh. My. God,' Cuddy spun round to glare at him, 'you're not wearing underwear!'

'Of course I'm…' she protested half heartedly

'Skirt that tight, you've got no secrets. Skirt that tight, I can tell if you've got an IUD. You seen Dr. Cole?' House smirked enjoying himself immensely; he wasn't going to let this go for a very long time.

'No'

'You're blushing'

'I am not' she insisted but she couldn't look him in the eye, he would never let her live this down. When Cole had come to see her she had known that this was one of House's plots but she had hoped that he would leave the humiliation until they were in private. She should have known better.

'Look at me,' Cuddy glanced up for a second but couldn't hold his smug gaze. As she walked off she heard his voice following her.

'Oh. My. God.'

***

He slammed the door and stormed into his apartment.

'How could you try and interfere with my team like that?'

'You ordered them to try and get my thong, no way can you take the moral high ground,'

'It was just a bit of fun, trying to get you to lighten up. Well actually just trying to get you to not wear underwear at work, but nothing to do with my team.'

'Kutner nearly killed himself – he's a liability'

'I'll deal with him myself, it's not your problem'

'One, if he's your problem he's my problem. Two, my underwear isn't your problem.'

By now they were standing nose to nose both livid and neither one backing down. House broke the standoff first half pushing her, half collapsing with her onto the sofa.

Make up sex was always the best.