Ch 21: Drawing the Lines of Battle

It had been nearly a month since House had discovered that Thirteen was pregnant, quite possibly with Wilson's baby. He had, for once, observed Wilson's wishes and kept his mouth shut about the entire mess, except with Cuddy of course. She was completely thrilled that Wilson may be about to become a father and had invited him over a few nights later for a private celebration. House had studied Foreman carefully, wondering how pissed he would be when he found out that his girlfriend was sleeping with another man. Especially, House thought to himself, after he found out about her pregnancy, which he must have noticed by now.

Thirteen had mild morning sickness, House found, but her body was still thin and there was no way someone who hadn't seen her completely naked or known beforehand could have seen signs of her pregnancy. Wilson had asked House not to mention his knowledge of the situation to Thirteen, but House had pointed out that he needed a bit of fun. What was the point in knowing dirt on someone if they didn't know you knew, he had argued. Wilson had sighed realizing that House could have made things much more difficult than just letting Thirteen know he knew about her situation.

Wilson had been in the room when House informed Thirteen of his newness into their privacy circle, but she hadn't been as surprised as he had imagined. She seemed a bit relieved, actually and House pointed that out. "Well I figured you would find out anyway and if you're going to try and help us out, it'll be a bit easier," she had told him with a shrug.

"What makes you think I would help you go behind Foreman's back to have testing done on the unborn child that is quite possibly his? He's a member of my team…one of my fave five!" House said. Not even Thirteen would believe that, however. She rolled her eyes and looked at him a bit impatiently.

"Wilson's your best friend. It could be his baby," Thirteen told him. "That's why you'll help."

House had to grudgingly agree. "Don't expect me to lay off the fat jokes or baby references forever, though. As soon as you find out who your 'baby daddy' is I'm all over your situation."

Fortunately, the drama surrounding Wilson, Thirteen, Foreman and the love child kept House's mind off of his nerves concerning giving up his freedom to Cuddy forever. With a little over five months until he was doomed to say 'I do,' House knew it was best to keep busy. He used the next few weeks to privately harass his best friend and the secret girlfriend about their nighttime escapades. He was there as well when Chase was let into the secret and asked to perform a paternity test on the three month old fetus.

The blonde was a bit flustered to say the least, but House made a call to the doctor formerly known as Cameron and put her on sympathy alert to help them get what they needed. "I don't like keeping secrets from colleagues," House had muttered as he prepped Thirteen for the procedure. She was still not showing, much to her relief, so Foreman still didn't know about her fragile state.

"You never liked the dark end of our ethnicity rainbow, anyway," House pointed out. "I don't know why you'd oppose getting some inside information about his life to hold over his head."

"He can't tell Foreman!" Wilson broke in, annoyed that House would suggest such a thing.

"I know, I know…just trying to help his conscience…or the lack there of." Everyone present, including Cuddy, who had demanded to be present for the procedure, rolled their eyes at House's insensitive statement.

"I think I'm glad you're marrying him," Cameron told Cuddy as her husband's team anesthetized Thirteen. "Maybe you can keep him in line."

"I'll never be in line," House retorted before his fiancé could say a word. "I'm a line skipper actually."

The procedure went well and the baby's DNA was extracted for testing. "You'll have to make up some reason that Foreman needs to give some kind of DNA," Cameron told House.

"Random drug testing," the diagnostician said with a smile. "He'll think I'm just being racist, but Cuddy's got my back. It's nice to have friends in high places. Besides, if he thinks I'm being racist, he won't suspect me of wanting to test his DNA."

"You're brilliant, but evil," Wilson pointed out to his best friend.

"You're making me blush!" House exclaimed sarcastically.

"You'll need to give a sample of your DNA as well," Cuddy told the oncologist.

"Already did. It's waiting in the lab."

"You are such a teacher's pet," House accused. "I'll be in my office naked if anyone needs me. The fun part of this is over. Wilson you can run the labs after you get the sample from 'the dark one.'" House limped out of the observation room and headed back to his office, knowing his claims of becoming naked would interest his lady soon enough.

It was nearly an hour before she showed up, however. "I thought you'd lost interest," he told her as she locked the doors and closed the blinds. She turned to face him and unfastened her dress, revealing a corset and g-string.

"Just wanted to get prepared for a day of waiting on some answers," she replied as his jaw dropped. She let the dress slide to the floor and walked across the office to where he sat behind the desk. In one motion she had swept his things to the floor. She then climbed on top of the desk to give him a close up view of the ensemble. "Do you like my outfit?"

"You should dress like that every day," he told her, running his hands up her thighs. He pulled her closer and licked her bottom lip as he massaged her breasts through the material of her corset. 'What a great way to wait,' he thought to himself. She tangled her hands in his hair and wrapped her legs around his waist as he worked the fastenings of her binding attire. Once her breasts were free he gave them the attention they deserved, eliciting approving moans from Cuddy as she held his face to her cleavage.

When both breasts had been thoroughly suckled and attended to, he hooked his fingers into the thin material of her panties and tugged them down. The g-string was stuffed into the top drawer of his desk for safe keeping. He decided to leave her half open corset and high heels on and made to strip himself. Cuddy helped, making short work of his belt as she stripped off his t-shirt. His pants and boxers were a puddle around his feet in under a minute.

House bent his fiancé over the desk and teased her entrance with the head of his throbbing member. She moaned at the feeling of her breasts pressed against the cold hard wood of the desk as House held her down and drove her crazy with his ministrations. He rubbed his cock over her clit, making her buck up against the desk and shudder. "You like this?" he asked, pleased with the way his day was going.

"Yes!" she hissed. "Please, House…"

"What is it you want?" he asked. He had never really liked talking dirty before but the sight of Cuddy splayed out on his desk begging for him was a huge turn on.

"House!"

"Say it!" he demanded.

"Fuck me!!!" she begged, pushing her ass back to rub against his erection more firmly. House's cock twitched with her words and he plunged mercilessly into her depths. He held her to the desk and pounded into her from behind as she cried out obscenities and his name over and over again. With her third orgasm clenching around him he began to thrust even more wildly, holding her hips in place as he shoved his cock into her dripping pussy. He came as she cried out the feelings of her fourth explosion, milking him with her inner muscles.

They collapsed together on top of his desk, House putting the majority of his weight on her and keeping it off of his right leg. When the strength returned to his legs he stood and pulled his boxers and jeans back up, squeezing her ass as he pulled her into a standing position again. Her body pressed against him made him tingle as his penis twitched to life again, but a knock at the door squashed his plans to take her again.

"What do you need?" he yelled at the intrusion through the door.

"Cuddy's babysitter called," Wilson answered, his voice muffled. "She needs to pick Rachel up within the hour."

House growled but let Cuddy go. "We'll continue this later," he told her. Cuddy smirked as she refastened her corset and put her dress back on.

"Are you going to return my underwear?" she asked.

"Oh no," he replied with a glint in his eye. "These are staying with me." She looked very pleased that he wanted her g-string and kissed him soundly before opening the door. She winked at House as Wilson walked in, not surprised to see the mess in the floor and House standing shirtless by his desk.

"Good counseling session?" Wilson asked, dropping to his knees to help House gather up his things.

"Sex with your employer in the afternoon," House replied with a smile. "Really wakes you up."

Wilson grinned as he finished replacing the things on House's desk. He was happy that his friend had finally found love. "Thirteen's doing well, wants to check herself out right away, but I convinced her to stay under observation."

"It's a good thing Foreman's off today," House muttered. "Never expected his mother's Alzheimer's to be a blessing."

"You're an ass," Wilson told him.

"It apparently doesn't bother you too much," House retorted.

"The results of the test should be ready any minute," Wilson said, suddenly a bit nervous.

"I'll walk down to the lab with you," House offered. The two men didn't talk until they were sitting in the lab waiting for the machine to announce the results of the paternity test. "What are you going to do if it's his?" House asked.

"I'll let her tell him…I love her, but I'll do whatever she wants. If its Foreman's baby and she wants to be with him, she doesn't have to tell him about us." Wilson sighed and House realized that his friend wanted the baby and Thirteen.

"You really love her?" House asked.

"Yes," Wilson said wistfully.

"It's your baby."

"You don't know that yet," Wilson told his friend. The machine beeped and the results printed out. House let Wilson read the results first. The color drained from Wilson's face and House got ready to clap him on the back to say 'better luck next time.' "It's my baby," Wilson whispered.