A/N: This chapter is kind of short. Please don't hate me.

On a chilly November night, two weeks after Halloween, Cuddy was in the chair and House was lounging on the couch with his feet on the table like he owned the place. A James Bond movie flickered away on television, and House was providing his usual running commentary. Glancing over, he caught her staring at him.

"What?"

"Nothing," she said, quickly turning back to the movie.

It was those blue eyes that did it. Those piercing blue eyes that made her hear skip a beat. As much as Cuddy hated to admit it, not that she would ever actually admit to anyone, she had always found Gregory House to be a damned attractive man, with his tall lean frame and and perpetual I'll-shave-when-I-feel-like-it stubble. But those eyes...That night when she opened the door, his eyes were like blue flames. Cuddy was mesmerized. She couldn't stop staring.

Ever since the Halloween kiss, the image of Greg House had been hanging in the back of her mind like a dusted-off painting, and it was maddening. They had kissed several times since then, but he didn't seem to be in any hurry to take it any further. Apparently, she was going to have to finish what he started.

Cuddy rose from the chair and walked around the table, intentionally in his line of sight, watching as his eyes followed her. She sank into the couch next to him, and he didn't turn back to the movie.

"What's on your mind," he said.

No answer, instead she took his hand in hers.

"Lisa, what are you doing?" He didn't return the affection but he didn't pull his hand away.

Still no answer. She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him closer, kissing him deeply.

House broke away and caught his breath. "Lisa, wait..."

"Greg, be quiet," she whispered, and kissed him again before he could say anything else. Soon she felt him relax, returning her embrace and her kiss, tasting her just as she was tasting him. Pushing him back, she straddled his lap, careful not put any weight on his right leg, and tugged at the buttons of his shirt.

"Lisa, do you..."

"Goddammit Greg, do you want me to stop?" Cuddy looked up, irritated.

"No."

"Fine. Hold still and for once in your life just shut up."

That night he stayed over well past midnight.