Hello guys! Thank you for the amazing feedback :D here is another drabble!

You may notice that it's so inaccurate, it hurts. It is set in both very early season 5 and during Cuddy's first year in medical school (which I think is when they hooked up?). I know next to nothing about medical studies in the US, especially what it was like in the 80's. What Cuddy is studying is what I learned last semester so it's probably pre-med stuff?

Also, from what we know from the show about their med school years, House and Cuddy only had a one night stand, but I wanted to mess with canon a little bit.

Sorry for the inaccuracies! I hope you will nevertheless enjoy this drabble :)

2. It reminded me of you.

I really need to find someone who'll buy me lunch, House thought as he made his way down to the lecture hall. No cafeteria for him today. He's not in the mood to endure the pitying glances directed to the man who just accidentally killed his best friend's lover.

Yeah, he really ought to think about something else. Anything.

House sat at the back of the empty auditorium and propped his legs on the narrow table, took a bite of his tuna sandwich before a thick textbook sitting on the floor caught his attention.

Anatomy. Probably forgotten. Probably abandoned – well, he couldn't blame them, he thought as he distractedly flipped through the book. These entangled webs of captions were horrendous. He did however manage a tiny smile at the sight of a mnemonics scribbled next to an anterior view of the wrist bones. Scared Lovers Try Positions That They Can't Handle. So that was still a thing.

"Homemade sandwiches," Greg announced as he brandished a large paper bag. Lisa, clad in a tank top and jeans, offered him a wide smile and stepped aside to let him in.

"Just give me a minute. I'm not done studying yet," she said as she sat back down at her desk. He followed her into her cramped dorm room and lifted the cover of her book, much to her annoyance.

"Come on, you know this. You've been studying anatomy all semester."

"Well, the midterm is in two days, and I want to make sure I don't, you know, mix up the radius with the ulna."

"You won't." She ignored him and defiantly turned the page. He pushed her thick, dark curls onto her shoulder and his hands circled her neck gently, his thumbs pressing into the base of her skull.

"What are you doing?"

"What's this?"

She rolled her eyes. "C1. C2," she enumerated as his hands slid down to the seventh cervical vertebra.

"Roots of the brachial plexus," he demanded as he massaged her tense shoulders.

"C5, C6, C7, C8 and T1, while keeping in mind there's only seven cervical vertebrae."

"Good. Now the cords."

He traced on her skin each of the nerves she named, axillary, median, ulnar, all the way to her fingertips, stretching out her arms, cupping her elbows. She briefly thought that none of her boyfriends had ever bothered to touch her elbows before. He then curled his fingers around her pinky and ring fingers. "Ulnar nerve." He let go and held her three other fingers together. "Median nerve."

"Now the carpal bones," he said as he wrapped his hands around her frail wrists.

"Scaphoid. Lunate." She hesitated. "Triquetrum. Pisi –"

"Scared lovers try positions that they can't handle."

She tilted her head back to look at him. "What?"

"It's a mnemonics, dummy. So you don't think twice before saying triquetrum."

She smirked, took in the sight of his curled, tousled brown hair, and gorgeous blue eyes, and thin lips, and strong arms, and she held his firm, warm hands in hers. "I like when you talk dirty to me."

"Oh yeah?" He leaned forward. "Triquetrum," he whispered against her mouth. She grinned and captured his lips into a kiss. "Now on to the sacral plexus."

Cuddy frowned at the sight of a textbook sitting on her desk when she got back from lunch. Her brow furrowed further when she recognized House's handwriting on the sticky post-it note he'd put on the cover.

It reminded me of you.

What kind of prank was he going to pull this time? She wondered if she was going to be looking at a uterus. Or breasts. Or maybe male genitalia. She flipped the note.

Page 84.

Anterior view of the carpal bones. A mnemonics scribbled next to it. Not House's handwriting.

She grinned. So that was still a thing.