Hello!

I would like to thank each and every one of you for the feedback you left last time. One drabble every four weeks or so doesn't do you justice, and I can't tell you how much your kind words mean to me. Thank you!

In the meantime, here is another drabble for you guys. It's set somewhere in 7.02, and it was prompted by the patient - Alice Tanner - asking if Cuddy's perfume was a gift from House because it was "all over him last night" (it always gives me butterflies just to think about it, by the way). It's rated T for sexual-ish situations. Hope you enjoy! ;)

25. I made this for you.

They looked into each other's eyes, his forehead against hers, before her eyelids fell shut and her head fell back and they came undone together – sharing this with her always brought him more satisfaction than an orgasm given by experienced and professional hands ever did.

House collapsed on top of her for a moment, just enough time for him to regain his senses and roll onto his flank, bringing her with him, limbs still tangled up and his pubis pressed against hers. Her laboured breathing swept the crook of his neck as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tightly against him. He pushed her hair away from her face. Her eyes were still closed and an open-mouthed smile adorned her flushed face and he couldn't resist kissing her forehead, before he slipped a hand in her hair while he let his fingertips roam across her ribs.

She grinned against the roughness of his stubble – Greg House, misanthropic and sarcastic ass, liked to cuddle after sex. Who would have thought?

The same thing could be said about her, she mused as she began to draw mindless patterns across his wide, muscular chest – Lisa Cuddy, ruthless dean of Medicine, liked to cuddle after sex.

She let her thoughts wander for a while, focused on him and the intimacy they just shared – just like he did, she was sure, else he wouldn't have just sighed contentedly into her scalp – before the hospital and her daughter came running back into her mind. He sensed it – how could he not? The guy could read her like an open book – slipped out of her and disentangled their limbs ever so slightly, allowing her to glance at the clock over his shoulder.

She sighed. She knew she would be missing Rachel's bedtime, which never pleased her, but it didn't make her want to go home either.

It would be so much easier if she just let me inside her home, he thought.

"I should get going," she whispered, her voice still hoarse. "The nanny's leaving in half an hour."

He smirked at her, propping himself onto his elbow, inordinately glad that she wanted to stay here with him.

She'd come to recognize this look on his face. "You slipped the nanny a few extra bucks." He nodded. "How much time do we have?"

"One hour."

She grinned, pulled him down to her lips. "You're gonna make her a millionaire," she said. "Careful, or she won't need to work for me anymore."

"Guess I'll just have to babysit for you then," he mumbled against her mouth. She chuckled.

"If you babysit, how are we supposed to have sex?"

They kissed for a little while, and it still surprised her that things didn't heat up right away – the man had the libido of a teenager, but he took the time to kiss her. Boy, did he kiss her. Like he could never get enough of her, which always made her heart flutter and her toes curl.

He abruptly pulled away and shuffled into his nightstand drawer, leaving her frowning. "I almost forgot," he said as he handed her a slim, tall bottle. "Here. I made this for you."

Her brow furrowed further as she examined the bottle, and found no label. She sat up and didn't pull the sheet with her, like she used to on their first days together. He didn't pass up the opportunity to contemplate her breasts bathed in the warm glow of his bedside lamp. "I don't understand. You made this?" He nodded. "What's in it, hydrogen sulfide?"

He smirked. "Good idea, but I promise it's safe. You know that perfume you liked, a few years ago, which they discontinued?" She acquiesced. "I had it custom made."

Her jaw dropped, and she eagerly sprayed some of the perfume into her wrist; fresh and exotic, with a sugary whiff of roasted coconut and a hint of citrus.

"Wow. This takes me back," she said with a small laugh. "You had it made from memory?" He nodded. "How? When? Why?"

"Do you like it?"

"It's slightly creepy, but I'm touched." She looked into his eyes, an erubescent smile stretching across her face. "Thank you, House."

He felt the need to deflect, a little too overwhelmed with emotions he couldn't name for his liking. "Now what could you possibly do to thank me?" he said as he sprawled spreadeagle onto the bed.

"We've got one hour, right?"

He beamed.

Happy birthday to MajorThompson! ;) I hope you're having a great one!

See you guys next time!