The game continues. A lot of this is from Lindsey and Wilson's POV; however the last bit is House's. Hope you enjoy…don't forget to review! Cos I'm hopped up and high at the moment and need my next fix!

Sorry it's the shortest yet, A much longer one will be up next I promise!

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Lindsey had been watching them for a while. Wilson had gone to get another drink leaving her alone.

She was leaning back in her chair cautiously peering over the rim of her glass so as not to draw attention to the fact she was staring.

She saw Lisa's head drop back on her shoulders and watched, with interest, as House's eyes were following her fingers...He looked hungry.

Lindsey took in the blush on Lisa's cheeks as House disturbed her thoughts; but frowned in confusion as Lisa didn't even acknowledge him…what had he said?

A hand on her shoulder broke her concentration and she looked up as Wilson leant over depositing her drink on the table. She lifted herself slightly to allow him past, 'god he's gorgeous.' He lifted up his drink as he brushed by, trying to prevent it form colliding with her body; the movement caused his shirt to fall from the waistline of his trousers exposing sandy smooth skin. His hand rested on her hip as he lowered himself to the seat beside her, causing her skin to tingle from his touch.

She sat back down; they were closer than before.

'You ok?' He asked.

'Yeah, bit light headed' although she suspected it had nothing to do with the wine 'you?'

'Fine, I haven't had too many, just pleasantly floating.' He paused, 'you do realise he's watching us, don't you?'

'Who?'

'House, he will analyse this for all its worth. You been on the receiving end of any of his crude comments yet?' He said with a sly smile

'No, he's actually been quite nice.'

Wilson frowned, 'maybe he likes you'

'No I don't think so,' she smiled lifting her head to lock her eyes with House's. Winking in his direction, she looked back to find Wilson watching her.

'Why do you think he's not into you?'

'No reason'

'Oh come on, why?'

'Well I didn't want to say anything, but I think he's after you' her face remained passive, refusing to give anything away, 'after all he has been watching you for the last 15 minutes' She couldn't hold it, the look on Wilson's face was priceless, his Hazel eyes were wide open with shock, jaw slack as his mouth was hanging open. He swallowed, 'err…um…huh?'

The dam finally gave way and Lindsey let out a burst of laughter, hands clutching her ribs trying to control herself so as not to draw attention, calming down she wiped the tears from her eyes. 'Sorry, I just couldn't resist. The look on your face was priceless.'

'That was mean,' Wilson's face formed a mock pout

'Aww baby, I'm sorry,' she allowed her index finger to stroke his cheek before tapping him on the nose in a playful gesture, 'now get over it.'

……………….

Her finger was soft as it travelled down his cheek, a smile tainted her lips. God she was beautiful. The littlest touch was torture.

'Now get over it'

A little laugh escaped from his lips as he smiled, shaking his head from side to side. He looked back to see her attention had been drawn elsewhere. He took his time and allowed his eyes to float over her features. Her hair was tucked behind her ear, and the little strands that had come loose were stroking her face. The lights reflected in her eyes causing them to sparkle, it gave her a mischievous air. Wilson found this element alluring.

'Where is she?'

Tearing his eyes from her body, Wilson returned his attention to House, however a movement in the corner of his eye stopped his eyes mid track and they settled on Cameron walking up to the table.

'Move up'

Wilson sniggered as he saw the hope drain from House's features, to be quickly replaced with panic as she settled next to him.

He winced as House elbowed Cuddy in the ribs, trying to make her move up; great way of getting someone to do what you want House, start of by causing them pain, he thought. Sure enough Cuddy frowned over her shoulder at him, once she took in his predicament she move barely an inch smirked in his direction and turned back to the conversation, his discomfort a form of obvious enjoyment.

'She's playing dangerously' Wilson mused out loud,

Lindsey leant over, 'why?'

'She just challenged House by not following his wishes…and as House has told us many times before, he is competitive by nature, she should know better.'

Catching each others eye in a knowing look, they returned there focus to the battling duo in time to see Cuddy's head whip round her face expression a mixture of emotions throwing shadows over her face.

She leaned in to whisper something; Wilson couldn't quite make out what it was; however as she leaned back a smile was plastered across her face.

He sighed, why did he get the impression House was going to wipe the grin from her features all too soon.

Taking a long sip from his drink he settled down in his seat to watch the show.

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House's eyes narrowed, 'is that a challenge, Cuddle Kins? I never thought you had it in you to take me on. Right then let the battle of the sexes commence, I shall aim to make you as awkward and miserable as possible for the goodness of man kind and to prove than men truly are the ruling species'.

Cuddy snorted, 'for the good of man kind, usually everything you do is for you and you alone, I might start to think you had gone soft.'

Cuddy wasn't looking at him but he could see her smirk in the corner of his eye he watched as Cuddy brought her drink to her lips, timing it just perfect he leaned over just as she was about to take a sip and, as he ran his hand up the inside of her thigh, he whispered, 'oh no, right now, I'm as hard as I could possibly be.'

It worked like a charm. Cuddy choked on her sip and proceeded to spray her mouthful of wine all over Mark, drenching him, staining his white shirt a deep red…Added bonus House thought. Holding the grin from his face he congratulated himself as he watched Mark try to wipe the spit from his eyes.

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Foreman and Chase's expression was a mixture of shock and amusement. They had no idea what caused Cuddy to react in the way she did, she didn't look as though she had even been engaged in the conversation and even if she had they hadn't said anything that required that kind of reaction.

Their questioning gaze flicked over to Cameron who was watching House and Cuddy's previous exchange with interest. Although she was unaware of what they had said to each other, she knew House was the trigger of Cuddy's outburst. She saw Chase look over and just tilted her head towards House indicating he was the culprit.

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House watched Cuddy, her face contained an expression of utter horror, she stammered, 'Oh...Oh um...I'm so sorry Mark, I...I' what could she say, House whispered an inappropriate comment in my ear, or even worse a comment that was fine until her mind proceeded to twist it into something dirty.
'I just choked,' she finished lamely 'went down the wrong way' she gave a weak smile in Mark's direction. 'Here' she dived into her purse and emerged with a tissue 'you can use this'.

Mark muttered a brief 'thanks' and then tried to clean himself up as best as he could,

'Maybe you should go to the toilets and clean yourself up' Lindsey said 'you could use the dryers to try and dry you off a bit'.

House noticed her lips were turning up at the edges as though she was fighting a smile. Mark nodded and rose from his seat making his way to the bathroom.

Feeling pleased with himself, House leaned back in his seat close to Cuddy's ear and with a casual smirk, whispered, '15 all'.