WARNING SMUT AHEAD!

Disclaimer: House isn't mine….sorry got distracted by the words House and Mine in the same sentence :sigh:

A/N- Ok here we go again. This thing has been giving me attitude and my attempts to post have not been showing up...so hopefully this will work. Excuse the tardiness, I have been mucho busy! I temporarily gained a social life, but not to worry, it was short lived :sigh: . The show must go on so... again, many humble apologies for the wait to my lovely reviewers. Chapter 7 should be up soon! Enjoy and as always, feed back is appreciated!

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Chapter 6 -Truce

Cuddy's back hit the wall. Dead end, trapped, no where to hide now. House's face was inches from hers as he waited for her confession. She could smell the bittersweet scent of the alcohol on his breath and she repressed the urge to taste it from his lips. With one arm on the wall pinning her there he leaned in even closer; his lips brushing her cheek as he whispered in her ear "Do tell."

"Yes," was all she could manage; it came in an almost inaudible whisper. She swallowed the anger that crept into her voice and realized she was holding her breath. "It was about you, is that what you wanted to hear? I…"

House's lips pressed against hers stopped any further expression of her discontent. She found herself shocked at the pleasant sensation, rendering little to no resistance as she parted her lips and offered herself completely. She could have fought but it would have been a false refusal as the taste of the liquor lingered in the kiss making him all the more intoxicating. He pulled back holding her firmly by the waist and watched her expectantly as Lisa licked her lips starring slightly flushed up at him. She realized that her hands had traveled of their own accord to his shirt collar where they still held the fabric beneath white knuckles; she released it from her clutches and smoothed her own shirt, still a little stunned. Slightly buzzed - unsure whether it was from the alcohol or the taste of him still on her lips - she blinked a few times trying to calm her racing heart.

"There now, was that so hard?" The reverberation from his soft-spoken words sent a wave of sensation throughout her and she felt as though she'd come undone. House watched her pupils dilate and felt his own undoing as her tongue darted out across her lips again before meeting his gaze. What was going through that pretty little head of hers?

Cuddy shook her head and attempted to duck under his arm, but House countered the move, pressing her back against the wall with a shocked whimper as his fingers found the ends of her skirt and began working it upward. His soft touch brushed teasingly over the exposed flesh. He found her panties with his free hand and with one sharp tug they gave way with little more than a quick rip. Cuddy gasped and met him with a wide-eyed stare of brief outrage, quickly replaced by lustful awe.

"Victoria doesn't make 'em like she used to" he mused into her neck as he nipped at the sensitive flesh there.

A smile curled the corners of her mouth, any comment lost before becoming more than a fleeting thought. She was loosing concentration once again as he guided her leg to rest wrapped halfway round his hip giving her a more balanced position and him better access. All she could focus on was his hand now slowly sliding up the inside of her thigh as he watched her eyes flicker shut momentarily overwhelmed by the anticipation, a soft gasp parted her lips as his fingers found her slick wet heat. His eyes remaining trained on her regarding every breath and emotion that played across her face.

"Tell me you don't want this, and I'll stop" he offered sincerely to her as she writhed against him.

Cuddy's head lulled back against the wall as she attempted to force herself into a semi-composed state. A shallow sigh escaped her lips in lieu of the intelligent argument she had composed as she tried to voice her opposition. She grabbed his hand, stilling his pursuit.

Sink or swim her mind shot at her as his sapphire eyes bore into hers overwhelmingly besieging her reasons as to why this should stop. Because she signs his paycheck, because he'd tell Wilson, along with half the world; because he was a narcissistic- bastard who drove her to purchase enough Advil to increase the stock value 50 in the last week alone; to hell with reason. His lips were inches from hers now and she needed no invitation. She released her grip on his hand. "Don't stop." She mouthed against his lips before crushing her lips to his in a heated kiss.

House smiled into her kiss before pulling back to speak. "Now where have I heard that before?"

Bringing her leg down from him she stood on her toes to whisper in his ear.

"House…shut-up –for once." She allowed her lips to linger before her tongue traced his ear, her teeth playfully nipping at him. She stepped round him and sauntered down the hallway towards her bedroom. He watched her hips sway seductively from side to side interrupted only by a sly come-hither stare tossed over her shoulder at him before disappearing into the bedroom.

House followed suit quickly there after. Reaching for her in the dimly lit bedroom he captured her lips in a fervent duel, his hand threading in the her long dark locks, the other wrapped around the curve of her waist pulling her tightly into his large frame as she moaned into his mouth. Cuddy fumbled with the buttons on his shirt as he worked the zipper of her skirt. The image of shirt buttons ripping from the material played in her mind and she loosed a breathy laugh.

"Care to share what's so amusing?" he was running his hands under her shirt and her focus was narrowing as his thumb traced her nipple through the thin lace material of her bra. She strung her sentences together with sheer effort.

"Nothing, just that...in my dream, I- I ripped your…shirt off." She finished a little sheepishly between gasp of pleasure before seeing the wicked grin that spread upon his face.

He was a little too cocky, time to knock him down a bit. She pushed him onto the bed where he fell seated at the edge and straddled him. She pulled his under-shirt up over his head and tossed it aside then stood again, only for a moment, to shimmy out of the skirt before returning to a more promising position on his lap. She was careful even in the midst of her lustful decent not to put pressure on his leg.

House divested her of her shirt and marveled at the view, the red lace bra was all she had on and his eye roamed her nearly naked form, "My compliments to Victoria." This earned him a snort, which was quickly silenced as he flipped them now so that he was in control. He unhooked her bra with deft fingers and flung the garment to the floor joining the accumulating heap of clothing. Cuddy supposed this one time she'd let him have his way, as long as it was with her. She reached to undo the zipper of his jeans and reveled in the groan he reciprocated as she teasingly slid delicate fingers over him through his boxers before ridding him of them as well.

He trailed a path down her neck alternating gentle kisses and teasing bites that earned him delirious moans. His hand wandered down the length of her leg, now wrapped around him he felt the muscles tensing as he trailed upward over the curve of her hip and across her taunt stomach before finding her breast. His hand gently caressed and teased until his talented mouth found it's way to them as well. Cuddy arched her back and wrapped her legs tighter around him, grinding against him in response as his teeth scraped over a nipple. Pulling his face down to hers in a desperate kiss, she playfully captured his lower lip with her teeth before soothingly stroking over it with her tongue. His eyes watched bemused and a low growl formed in his throat as she wrapped slender fingers around him stroking him lightly as he lowered himself onto her. His name falling from her lips she could bear no longer to be without him inside her.

" Greg please."

He'd rarely heard her call him by his first name and the effect was addictive. He knew he want to hear his name on her lips over and over again. He watched as her head tilted back onto the pillow, enthralled moans of pleasure flowing from her lips. He slid in to her excruciatingly slow as she clung to him urging him on.

Adjusting to him quickly she marveled at the sensation of being filled so completely. Their desperate need set a delirious pace that pushed them both quickly towards the edge of ecstasy. She met his thrust with raised hips and one last utterance of her approach to decent sent them both crashing over that wall in a tangle of arms and legs. The sheets bunched beneath her hands she cried out, silenced by his kiss. Slowly their sense returned and breathing steadied. House felt a dull throb in his leg he had previously found bearable now becoming a nuisance. He dropped a tender kiss onto her forehead before rolling onto his back and shifting his leg to a more comfortable position.

"Oh my god Greg your leg?" a panicked wave of concern washed over Cuddy's face at the realization. She quickly shot up to find his vicodin and a glass of water. She found the bottle in his jean pocket and hurried to the bathroom to fill a cup she kept by the sink, promptly returning to the bed and offering the items to him.

"Thanks" He grinned at her. "We just slept together and already I'm getting special treatment, what will people say, "he dogged a pillow swung in his direction.

"They wouldn't believe you if you tried." She watched as he downed the pill, happy to see him sip generously from the glass of water. She cringed at the thought of him swallowing those pills dry. House sat the water on the nightstand and slid himself until she was tucked into him before pulling the rumpled sheets over their cooling bodies. She draped an arm lazily over him her head nestled beneath his chin resting on his chest. Lisa tottered on the edge of slumber as he stoked her hair.

"Truce?" He offered inhaling the sweet scent of her hair.

"Truce." Cuddy sleepily agreed." I think we can call it even."

"I should say so! Mind blowing sex with Greg House should even any score."

"Aren't we full of ourselves," a light smack to the chest accompanied the statement and House grinned at her, although she couldn't see it. He noted the steady rhythmic breathing-she had fallen asleep.

"You're so beautiful" he whispered into her hair before sleep claimed him as well.

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Cuddy awoke with a start, her heart leapt into her throat at the presence in her bed before realizing it was just House. The night's events flooded back into her memory and she smiled. Tonight she had not gone to bed alone. It was a nice change. He looked so peaceful all rumpled from sleep. He was snoring softly as she sat propped for a moment watching him, glad she hadn't woke him. She grinned as his words tugged at her thoughts "I should say so, mind blowing sex with Greg House should even any score." We'll see about that, she eased out of the bed slowly.

House fitfully asleep, was blissfully unaware of her absence as she sought after the lacy garment and the Polaroid camera. They weren't quite even until she decided they were. That would be very soon. Like mind blowing sex evened the score. It had come damn close, but who was she to disappoint by yielding to him now. He wouldn't expect less from her. After all that was part of the attraction right? She never yielded to him.

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House awoke to find he was the only one occupying the bed. Hearing the steady hum of the shower he moved to join her and noticed something sitting atop his chest. He quickly brought the unwelcome item closer for better inspection. It was a Polaroid; of him, asleep, dressed in the lace teddy. The words "Now we're EVEN" scribbled along the bottom. Oh he was in for it now. A woman as dastardly and evil as he was, he was smitten. Yes loving her was going to be quite easy. Not that he'd let her know, just yet.

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