It had been relaxing, having House over. Even cooking for him had been an easy job since he'd only asked her if she could make Carbonara sauce and pasta. Easy job, Cuddy was an expert in Carbonara sauce. But something was off with him, she just had to figure out what.

'Oncology Nurse staff was a little jumpy today.'

She gave him a look that clearly stated that she thought it was his doing.

'Don't look at me like that I swear it wasn't me. But I have heard that, after his talk with Stacy about missing evaluation papers, Wilson got kind of angered.'

He had that superior smirk plastered on his face again. She was puzzled, knowing that Wilson had never missed out on sending papers in at time. She sighed and gave House her patented: you're-so-childish-and-not-cute look.

'Do I have to guess what happened to the papers or are you going to tell me?'

'I really have no idea what you are talking about Lisa. So ...food?'

He grinned and trapped her against the counter she was currently working on, pressing his front seductively against her back, rubbing an pressing in all the right places. He had taken of his suit Jacket after he threw his shoes into her hallway closet, intent on adding another pair of his trainers.

Kissing up and down her neck Greg watched her cook the pasta and get the sauce mix ready to put over the steaming Pasta. The trick was the fresh eggs in the sauce that would start boiling when in contact with the hot spaghettie. The only thing fried in the sauce was the Parma ham she had bought at the deli shop just for him.

Lisa drew in a shaky breath and tried hard to concentrate on mixing and stirring the ingredients and not the way his warm and soft lips felt on her pulse point. A moan escaped her lips and she felt Greg grin against her neck in victory.

'I'd stop if I was you, the pasta will over boil.'

Lisa made him step back and shot him an admonishing look before draining the spaghettie and then pouring the sauce over them, stirring the pasta for good 5 minutes so that the egg sauce could boil. When satisfied with the result she turned back to him smiling. He had leaned against the other counter, watching her with what would be best described as his bedroom stare and left no room to wonder what he was thinking about.

'I haven't been standing here for the past hour, preparing what you wished for, only to have you dragging me off to the bedroom. It'll get cold Greg. We eat first.'

The decision had been made and not even his famous kicked and sad puppy dog look could get her to forget the food. With a growl Greg followed her to the dining room to eat.

They had collapsed on the couch, full to the brim with delicious, as House had put it, pasta and good white wine and before Lisa could grab what was happening she found herself pressed deep into the cushions, House on her kissing every patch of skin that he could reach. The combination of full tummy and two glasses of white wine made Cuddy giggle whenever House's stubble tickled her neck, ending them both snorting, a sexy and playful grin on Greg's face and a seductive come hither look on hers.

'So Boss, how about that soaking in the tub you promised me?'

She stroked his cheek and nodded.

'Fine, I'll prepare a bath if you do the dishes.'

Lisa was in the bathroom, sitting on the edge of tub, wearing her bathrobe, her hand hanging in the warm water, vanilla smell wafting through the room. She loved the idea of bathing with him, snuggled close together, skin on skin. House was in the kitchen, scrubbing the few dishes while whistling to himself in anticipation, he wore a lazy smile, his tense muscles already relaxing only at the thought of warm water and hot skin pressed against his. The ringing of the bell made him jolt, almost dropping one of her precious plates, before she could get moving to the door she heard him making his way to her door, his gait heavy from a long day.

'Don't worry, I'm on my way.'

With a swift move he had the door open, expecting a neighbor or a wrong address.

House was wrong though. His eyes landed on black Jimmy Choo's, traveling up smooth long legs, to a black skirt. He new the legs as well as the rest of the body. He prayed that his mouth would stay closed, that he could be able to portray smugness and victory. Greg's eyes fell on hers, dilated pupils, red flushed cheeks and a half open mouth. The picture perfect of shock, then hurt mixed with slight anger.

'Greg who is it?'

He thought about telling her to stay were she was, then thought better of it. It was clear what he was doing in Cuddy's house, it was all the more clear as Lisa came into vision in her short gray robe.

'Greg who...'

Her eyes got nearly as wide as Stacy's.

'Hello Lisa.'

The tone was icy, syllables short clipped and House wondered briefly if Stacy's tongue had yet turned into a two tailer. Lisa pulled her robe together, half hiding behind Greg.

'Stacy...'

'Since we're past the formal greetings, my I ask what you're doing here Stacy? Some short notice girls night out? '

House's tone was just as nasty as ever and Lisa wondered if he would be dealing swear words next.

'Actually I was here to thank Dr Cuddy for giving me back my job, now I am wondering why she would do it though.'

Not a single glance at Cuddy, telling her that she was more than unwelcome.

'I am still here you know? I think you should leave Mrs Warner.'

Greg was surprised that her voice sounded almost pleasant. No undertone of anger, sadness, fear, no nothing that would tell him if she got the creeps whenever she was close to the woman he betrayed her with, the woman he chose over her because he wasn't able to wait. He hugged her to his side, to calm her, reassure he would stay at her side this time. She disentangled herself though and walked back into the bedroom, head held high.

'When will you cheat on her next because she has no time?'

'Before I say or do something hurtful you might just wanna leave.'

'This isn't over yet Greg.'

It was an empty thread, at least House hoped so.