I hugely apologize for the wait...I've become a proud mommy to an adorable 5 week old kitten who always wants to play, so I can never get anything done!

I present you with smut for the last quarter of the chapter, just of the warning in case you want to stop there!

Enjoy :)

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Safe to say, waking up the second time was better than waking up the first time. House woke up first and was out of bed by the time Cuddy's eyes fluttered open to a well-lit room. His side of the bed was cold, so she's been out of the room for some time.

Cuddy, still clad in her robe, left the room, wondering what House was doing. The moment she stepped out of the room to find him, a pair of hands reached out from behind and covered her eyes. Cuddy was caught off guard for a moment, but then laughed about it.

"Guess who," House said.

"House, what are you up to now?"

"If you shut up and go with it, I can show you."

They both started walking, taking baby steps. House directed Cuddy, still not freeing her eyes. She was afraid he had put something in her way that she would trip over if she continued to walk, so she held out her hands blindly feeling for what would be in front of her.

Suddenly, she was slapped in the face with the wonderful smell of breakfast.

"Wow, what is that?" she asked, breathing it in and feeling her stomach instantly growl.

He stopped her and removed his hands from over her eyes. The sight before her took her breath away, excuse the cliché. House found the suite's finest china and set the table with it, candles included. He also made just about every breakfast item America had to offer, including homemade home fries out of actual peeled potatoes.

This looked like something out of Martha Stewart Living magazine for some home that wouldn't accept a down payment of anything less than a hundred grand. He had their place settings designed with three plates each, two forks, including a cocktail fork, two spoons, and two knives, all of different sizes. The main platter had another smaller dish on top, followed by a bowl.

"Okay, can you stop gawking now? It's getting a little creepy."

"I just can't believe that you…You can cook?"

"Yep."

"Where did you get the ingredients for this?"

"Oh for god sakes, Cuddy, take a seat and close your mouth. You ask too many questions."

Cuddy sat down and noticed a cloth napkin in front of her that was folded into a shape of a bird. She chuckled, unfolding it.

"A girl can get used to this," she said, folding the napkin the way it should be folded and placed it beside her plate.

"Don't get too used to it. You're going to start doing the cooking in the relationship from now on," he said, taking her plate. "And put your napkin on your lap. Where's your manners?"

"Oh, pardon me, sire," she said, laying the cream-colored napkin flat on her lap. "And what's this 'relationship' thing you speak of?"

"Not at breakfast, darling."

"Darling? Okay, what did they put in your morning coffee?"

"I figure that if you be nice to a woman, you'll get anything you want. I just thought of that all of a sudden, too. How awesome am I?"

Cuddy chuckled, watching him fill up her plate. She knew right away that half that plate she wasn't going to eat.

"Dream on, House."

He handed her back her plate. Cuddy's mouth dropped to the floor. There was no bottom to be seen anymore. He had given her an egg white omelet, turkey bacon, home fries, English muffins with strawberry jam, and even pancakes.

"After you eat this, you'll think twice."

"After I eat this, I'll be too full to be thinking about anything."

He had also given her a fruit medley, orange juice, and some green tea.

"Wow…you must really want something."

He also piled his plate high with food. "Why can't you just think of this as something nice? I did something nice."

"House, you don't do nice, unless you know there's a reward in it for you," she said, digging into her omelet. "You certainly don't go to an extreme like this."

He sighed dramatically. "Okay, okay, you figured me out, Cuddles. I wanted to get you nice and fat so you couldn't get out of bed anymore. That way I can have my way with you all day, every day."

"Plus ten points for the breakfast, minus ten for the Cuddles," she said in a flat tone, eating her first bite while giving him the eye.

House chopped off a huge piece of his Portobello mushroom omelet and shoved it in his mouth like someone who hasn't eaten in days. "You can't be mad at me! I made you breakfast," he said with his mouth full.

"That doesn't mean you're going to get any special treatment," she said, finding it hard to scold him when the bite of omelet practically melted in her mouth, it was so good.

"What are you going to do, go home?"

"Restrict you from having sex with me."

House's eyes widened. "That might work."

"God, House, this is the best! How did you learn to cook like this?" she asked, unable to help herself. She had to ask.

"No idea. I just started to cook, and what do you know, it came out not poisoned. Maybe I should quit Princeton Plainsboro and become a chef."

Cuddy chuckled, picking up a piece of her turkey bacon. "We'll see how long that lasts. Figuring out a recipe isn't a big enough puzzle for you."

"You just can't stand to see me leave your hospital. Who would come down and bother you if I left?"

"I'd be able to get things done and not have to worry about you causing havoc elsewhere."

"You'd miss me."

"I'd miss you."

They exchanged smiles and ate the rest of their breakfast. House ate everything whereas Cuddy found it difficult to. She barely touched her pancakes and finished the last half of her omelet.

"Are you sick?" House asked when she said she was done.

"That's a lot of food, House. Only you could eat that much, plus more. The bowl of fruit is enough for me for any breakfast. Where did you get this food, anyway?"

House waved his finger back and forth. "Uh-uh, secret."

Cuddy frowned. "Secret? Unless you turned into Jeannie and blinked the food here to make it, I think I can safely ask where it came from."

"Wow, you're relentless, you know that?"

"It's a simple question. Did someone bring it to you, did you buy it?"

"I bought it. They do have a store downstairs you know."

Cuddy shrugged. "So what was the big secret?"

"I just wanted you to think there was something bigger involved. It's fun seeing you get all riled up."

Cuddy rolled her eyes and stood, taking her plate with her. "You're an ass."

"You're welcome, by the way, for spending an hour cooking. Women."

"I'm not doing the dishes, just to let you know," she said, putting her plate in the sink, purposely leaving it full of food.

"That's why we have a housekeeper, Cuddy," he said, back turned to her at the table as he continued to eat.

Cuddy grinned and closed in on him. She rested her hands on his shoulders and then gently massaged them. Instead of saying something sarcastic about that, which Cuddy completely expected, he didn't. Instead, he relaxed under her touch and let a light moan escape his throat.

"Is this your way of thanking me?" he asked, leaning his head back to rest against her stomach.

"Maybe," she said, feeling a small smirk tug at the corner of her mouth. "Maybe not."

"Oh, you little tease."

"No, House…this…" Her mouth went to his ear and whispered, "is a tease." Cuddy snaked her hand down the front of his shirt and stopped just before his groin.

She felt his body shiver under her touch. She grinned at the power she had over him. He had no self-control when it came to women. It was so easy to get him fired up. If Cuddy really wanted to be evil, she could play around with him and not finish what she starts. Sometimes House deserved that. Mr. High and Mighty.

"Jesus, Cuddy…"

Cuddy's grin turned into a smirk as he tried taking control of her hand to place it where it counted. She removed it quickly after that.

"Sorry, House, you don't have enough points accumulated for that. Maybe if you didn't lose ten points earlier, you'd have enough."

He whined. "No fair."

"Very fair." She poked him in the chest. "Maybe now you'll learn your lesson."

She walked away, still wearing the smirk. She looked over her shoulder at him teasingly and could see that he was very turned on by her simple hand gesture just now. No, she couldn't just leave him like that, so she invited him to join her by giving him a sultry look, eyes telling him to meet her in the bedroom. He must've caught that invitation because he was in there ten seconds after she entered. She undid her robe mischievously and let the material fall from her shoulders, onto the ground where she stood, revealing her nudity and all its greatness.

"I knew you couldn't refuse me," he said, voice a little on the husky side.

"Shut up and drop your pants."

Who knew that they would end up where they are now after this morning? Everyone was so uptight. From the looks of things, House never went back to sleep. He waited for her to sleep and then went downstairs to get ingredients for their meal. Cuddy had to think of a way to thank him. House would more than accept this as proper thanks.

"I don't know if I can make love on a full stomach," he said, lips forming into a smirk.

Cuddy's alluring grin remained on her face as she slithered over to him, hooking her thumbs around the waistband of his boxer shorts.

"You're going to have to," she purred, sliding his shorts down to reveal his hardening member. She took him in his hands and traveled his length, loving watching his eyes flutter closed and a deep moan form in his throat.

"Think you can now?" she asked.

"Yes," he said on the inhale and then snatched the hand that was playing with him by the wrist.

Cuddy's smirk remained. "Who knew the only way to control Gregory House was to tease Junior."

"You'll pay for that."

"Ooh, promise?"

"Definitely."

He smashed their lips together heatedly, but not too forcefully as he guided her to the bed. He just about threw her on there while remaining in a standing position, grabbed a hold of her arched legs, and thrust into her immediately. Cuddy was more than ready for his harsh entry, but still cried out as he stretched her, turning it into anything but lovemaking. House wanted a quickie, but even with Cuddy, it turned out to be something. His hips went from fast to slow the closer they both got to their peaks. Cuddy was having a hard time keeping her head from tossing and turning from side to side. Meanwhile, she had a part of the comforter bunched up in her fists at the chilling sensation that flowed through her body as House transitioned from fast to slow. He leaned over her and kissed her while continuing to drive himself in and out of her steadily.

"House…I'm—"

"Me, too," he said in a strangulated voice, nipping at her neck and massaging her chest as he felt himself draw nearer and nearer to his peak. Stars blurred his vision and Cuddy's cries of elation filled his ears as he reached his orgasm, pumping her full of his seed with the help of her pulsating heat.

"Christ…" Cuddy sighed.

"You don't believe in Christ," House reminded, looking up at her with a smirk.

She smiled and ran her fingers gently through his hair. "I do now."

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Sorry if the smut was bad! I can't stand writing smut, so I hurried it a bit and didn't take my time like I usually do. Thanks for reading! Review please :))