Hi. Long time no see!

This drabble is set in season 7. I have a couple more ready, so I'm hoping to be able to update more frequently now.

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68. I'll do it for you.

A few seconds after the alarm had begun to ring, Cuddy held out her arm past House's shoulder, grasping for her alarm clock – but House's body was in the way and she couldn't even reach the bedside table. When she emitted a frustrated groan, House swung his arm backwards and turned the alarm off, quickly curling it around her back again.

"Thank you," she mumbled sleepily.

"Didn't do it for you," he replied, his Adam's apple bobbing against her forehead. She grinned lazily.

Normally, she would stretch her back, begin to move out of bed. But this morning, she found that the covers were at the perfect warmth, House and her in the most perfect position. She really didn't want to move.

"Blow off yoga," he suggested, knowing she might just listen to him today.

"Mmh," she protested. "S'good exercise. Relaxes me before work."

"I can think of another way for you to get exercise and relaxed."

She finally opened her eyes. She couldn't see his own from where she was, but she guessed they were still shut.

She reached under the sheet for his morning wood, letting herself be tempted. That, she was willing to move for.

She opened her eyes with the distinct feeling that it was way later than it should have been. She didn't remember going back to sleep, but clearly she had, according to the clock.

House was looking at her dreamily.

"And you let me sleep?!"

"You were relaxed," he shrugged. "And you still have time."

"Just." She sat up and mentally reviewed her morning routine. Shower, hair, clothes, Rachel's bath, makeup, Rachel's breakfast… "Fuck, I have to iron my blouse," she remembered as she walked past the items of clothing she'd left on the armchair the night before. She would have to get the ironing board and unfold it and wait for the iron to heat up, then she would have to wait for the garment to cool down a bit before she could wear it, and she was trying to think of how she could incorporate that into the next hour while wasting a total maximum of two minutes –

"I'll do it for you," House called out from the bed.

That gave her pause. "Iron my blouse?"

"Yup."

She arched her eyebrows. "Have you actually ever ironed anything?"

"Give me some credit, Cuddy."

Again, she let herself be tempted. It didn't take a genius – which he was anyway – to iron a blouse.

When she got out of the bathroom, her hair dried and her skirt unzipped, he went as far as helping her into her blouse – even pulling her hair free from the collar.

"I think I can manage," she said with a smirk when he began to button her top, leaving most of her bra visible. She rolled her eyes and closed a couple more buttons. "Ass."

"Just wanted to make sure you didn't wrinkle my handiwork."

She examined the fabric. "It is pretty decent, actually."

"Pretty decent," he mimicked, tucking her blouse into her skirt before he pulled the zipper up.

She grinned, resting her hand on his cheek. "Thanks, House," she said as she gave him a kiss. He quickly wrapped his arms around her but she slithered out of his reach.

"Now I'm definitely gonna be late!" she called out as she walked out of the room. He grinned and went back to bed.