They arrived at her house in record time. "You are lucky you didn't get a ticket."
"You would have paid it." He looked up at her innocently. She'd already gotten out of the car, and was heading for the door. "Hey, wait up." House tried to put the roof up on the car quickly, decided he couldn't do it fast enough, and gave up. He trailed after Cuddy as fast as his cane would allow.
He caught up to her in the doorway and kissed her on the neck. He knew it drove her nuts, and he could feel her body press closer to his. For a split second he thought they shouldn't do this. He was taking advantage of her feelings for him. They should talk. Then he tried to shake Cameron's conscience out of his head. Maybe Wilson was right and she was having a bad influence on him.
To make sure he wasn't getting soft in his old age, or through prolonged exposure to Cameron, He grabbed Cuddy by the waist and turned her around to face him. He planted a long, hard, passionate kiss on her mouth. Yep, he was just fine. No more pangs of conscience would hit him tonight.
He followed her upstairs. She took the stairs slowly, out of consideration for his leg. He appreciated that, but not enough to actually tell her so. They were holding hands, which felt a bit weird to House, but he knew it was not so much out of some romantic gesture, but because she was afraid his leg would give out and he would go tumbling down the stairs. She really was quite a mother hen where he was concerned.
When they reached the top of the stairs, just for some fun, House leaned back like he was about to fall. Cuddy turned around quickly and with one hand on the banister and one hand on his, she pulled him back as hard as she could. She must have been working out because it was a pretty forceful pull. Of course it might not have been had House actually been falling, but then, she didn't know that.
House's body went in completely the other direction, and instead of falling down the stairs, he fell right on top of Cuddy. "Wow, you are an animal!" He said, laying on top of her. He was surprised that his leg wasn't killing him, but then, it had landed so nicely between her soft thighs that it actually seemed quite content.
"Oh, get off me." She pushed him over on his side.
"Hey, if you want to do it on the floor, I'm game." He put on his "I'm game" smile, his blue eyes sparkling up at her.
"Oh House. You are impossible." Her words said I'd rather wait and do it on the bed if you don't mind, but her lips, which were now pressed onto his, were saying quite a different story.
"I think you'll find a way to do the impossible." He smiled, pleased with his own cleverness, especially since there wasn't much blood headed to his brain at the moment.
Cuddy swung her leg over his torso, and was unbuttoning his shirt. "Shut up." She demanded.
"Yes ma'am." House was only too willing to obey.
"And don't call me ma'am." She threw the sides of his shirt around his arms baring his finely defined chest, which she ran her hands down slowly toward the button on his pants.
"You da boss." It was the last thing House said for quite some time. His lips were busy with other, better things.
They eventually made their way to the bed. Somehow House didn't mind sleeping over. He didn't feel any pressure from her. She wasn't expecting them to talk about their feelings, she didn't want him to hold her hand, or cuddle all night. They shared the bed, but only touched now and then, more by accident than by any design.
Cuddy was already out of bed by the time House woke up. He looked over at the clock. It was pretty early still. He usually wasn't up yet, which explained why his eyes were finding it hard to adjust to the light. There was a steaming mug next to the clock. House picked it up and was happy to find coffee inside it. There were also a couple packs of sugar and some cream near the mug. She didn't presume to know how he liked his coffee, nor had she been studying him so intently that she knew how he liked his coffee.
House sipped away at the coffee then got out of bed. He heard running water coming from the bathroom. She must be taking a shower. He tried to turn the door handle. She hadn't locked it. People who live alone usually don't lock the bathroom door, they rarely have a reason to.
House walked in. The bathroom smelled of perfume. She must use one of those fancy bath gels or something. The mirror was steamed up. She was singing softly to the song on the radio. House smiled to himself. She didn't have a bad voice, really. But then everyone sounded good in the bathroom. Great acoustics.
She obviously hadn't heard him come in. House was already naked, and he did need to take a shower, so he slid the shower curtain aside and slipped in. Cuddy was so startled by his arrival that she dropped her loofa sponge.
"You dropped something." House looked down at it, his eyes taking a long lingering stroll down her body on the way.
"You're reputation for astute observation is proven once again." She bent over to pick it up, struggling in the confined quarters of the tub.
"While you're down there…" House purposely left his sentence incomplete. He knew she would protest before he had a chance to finish anyway.
"I don't think so." She straightened up. "Turn around." House was confused, but happy to oblige. He held onto the shower wall as he turned away from her. She started scrubbing his back with the loofa. He could feel the cold bubbles forming on his back.
"I could get used to this." He was smiling, but she couldn't see it.
"Don't." It was quite obvious she wasn't looking for a job as his official bather any time soon. It was really just a one time "thanks for a fun night" kind of thing. They took turns cleaning each other off. After all it was their fault that the other was all sweaty and dirty anyway. It was the least they could.
After the shower they went their separate ways to get dressed. Cuddy went to her closet and House threw on yesterday's clothes and went home. No goodbye kiss, no see you later dear. Just a nice little "thanks for stopping by" From Cuddy and an "Anytime" From House.