Disclaimer: Not mine too bad.
A/N: Not my usual pairing, but whatever.
Summary: Cuddy's got a secret…
What's Underneath
It was a normal day at PPTH, and Greg House was bored out of his mind. An evil glint appeared in his eye, and suddenly, he got up, hobbled out of his office, and went in search of Cuddy.
He got lucky.
"Ugh." Cuddy ran straight into him from around a corner and looked up, blowing a stray curl from her dark eyes. "Watch where you're going, okay?"
"Yeah, I could've seriously hurt myself, and then where would you be?" House's piercing gaze bore a hole through her as he studied her thoughtfully. "Either the world is ending, or…" he trailed off, staring pointedly at her chest.
Cuddy glared at him and crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm cold. What of it?"
"You're wearing a turtleneck," House observed logically. "FYI, Cuddy, you haven't worn a shirt with a neckline above here-" he poked at a spot above her chest, "since sometime in the third grade."
She glared at him again. "House…"
House smirked and pawed at the soft cotton material at her neck. "What have we here?" he asked innocently when he caught sight of a colourful bruise on her skin.
Cuddy slapped at his hand. "Go away."
The smirk grew bigger. "If you say so…"
"I say so."
"I'm going to find out, you know."
"Mmm, right."
HOUSE, MD
"Cuddy got laid last night," House announced out of the blue, plunking down in a chair in his friend's office and helping himself to a chocolate.
Wilson spat out his drink and coughed violently. "Excuse me?"
House glanced at him with an angelic smile. "She was wearing the highest-cut I've ever seen her wear, and when I pulled at it-" his voice dropped to a conspiratory whisper, "I thought I saw a hickey."
Wilson swallowed. "That's none of your business!"
"Since when does that stop me?" House retorted. "And why are you defending her?"
A barely noticeable blush coloured the young oncologist's cheeks, and he looked at the floor, but House caught it.
A light dawned in his ice-blue eyes, and they widened. "Oh my god."
Wilson's chocolate brown gaze met his silently.
"It was you!" House exclaimed with glee.
Wilson rolled his eyes. "Get real."
House's eyes danced with excitement. "Wait'll I tell Stacy!"
"Go to hell."
House just grinned. "I am. So damn good."
"Don't."
To Wilson's surprise, the diagnostician nodded. "Fine. Just Stacy."
"What?"
House shrugged. "I won't." He grinned again. "I'll bug you and Cuddy like hell about it, though."
Wilson eyed him warily. "I don't trust you."
House's shoulders lifted again. "You'll have to this time." And he left, leaving a gaping James Wilson behind him.
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