Hi everyone!

Here's a new drabble. It's set in 7.09 'Larger Than Life'. I've been wanting to add a (smutty) scene to this episode for a little while now, but always lacked the motivation and/or inspiration. I thought a drabble could be perfect... It's rated T for sexual situations.

To the guest who reviewed Breaktime not long ago: I'm currently working on three new chapters at the same time. So don't worry, even if I take forever to update it, this story is far from over ;p

I'll let you read now. Hope you enjoy! :)

31. Well, what do you want to do?

"Should we wash the coffee mugs, too?" House asked as he handed Cuddy the last plate, which she put away in the overhead cabinet.

"No, they may want to finish their coffee when they wake up." She closed the cupboard, and leaned back against the sink. "How long do you think they'll be unconscious for?"

"One hour, maybe. I dosed your mom so that we could put her to bed at a reasonable time."

"How thoughtful of you." They looked at each other, enjoyed the silence for a second. "Well, what do you want to do?" she asked, a seductive grin adorning her face.

House returned her smile, and stepped towards her so that he could wrap his arms around her. "We did the dishes."

"Rachel's already in bed." Her hands caressed their way up his arms and to his neck.

"I don't suppose you want any coffee."

They shared a smile, and Cuddy pushed gently on the back of his neck so that their lips could meet. They kissed gently and quietly for a few minutes, his hands bringing her closer to him. They rarely got to share quiet, peaceful moments together, and they made the best of it; until they pulled away and she rested her forehead against his cheek, his arms draped loosely around her hips.

"I must say, I'm actually quite relieved," she admitted with a sigh.

"God, me too. I thought I was gonna lose it when she started insulting you."

"About that." She looked up at him. "I'd rather not know what you were going to say, but thank you for coming to my rescue. And, although you did drug my mom and your best friend, I'm glad you held your tongue and behaved well. Mostly."

"Well, you know me. I only did it to get into your pants."

She chuckled. "Again, even though Wilson and I had to trick you into it, thank you for coming."

"That's what she said."

But Cuddy didn't chuckle this time – as a pang of tenderness and carnal hunger for him coursed through her, she slowly began to unbutton his pink shirt instead. "Is it what I'm going to be saying in a few minutes, though?"

And just like that, the flirty, cuddly mood between them vanished. House grabbed her under her thighs, and sat her on the edge of the sink, peeling off her top before she could kiss him. His hands and mouth were all over her and suddenly, her gold necklace felt cool on her sternum.

"Shouldn't we close the door or something?" he asked, unbuttoning her pants.

"They're unconscious," was all she could manage to say, reaching for his face.

"Kinky," he said against her lips, before kissing her deeply as he tangled his hands in her hair. Cuddy let her head roll onto his shoulder as he endeavoured to give her neck all the affection it deserved, and found herself staring straight at her blissfully unaware mother's face – mouth half-opened and all.

"Maybe I should face the other way," she said with a wince.

"Maybe I should distract you," House replied as he slipped his hand into her pants.

She half-gasped, half-moaned, her eyelids falling shut. Yes, that could work.