Ok I have added some House/Cuddy into this chapter for Roguebutterfly. It was obviously lacking in it and I want to start the next chapter with Cuddy the morning after so I need to clear a few things up…..people review otherwise I won't write…it is that simple. Reviews are my fuel, my Vicodin, they keep me riding the high. So review!

This one is a lot longer than the last as promised.

It is a Lindsey and Wilson chapter

Warning Smut towards the end (if you don't like don't read), if you pretend not to like but you're really a closet smut reader, (you may laugh but I have met many in my time) read through tightly clasped finders and we shall all turn our heads and pretend not to notice.

Hope you enjoy reading it because I certainly enjoyed writing it…this is the first smut I have ever written. (Be nice!)

To Reviewers:

CiceroGuided: Lol, Pleased you found it funny!

HouseAddictionyou make me feel special as always. Your reviews fill me with happiness and I have achieved my aim of making people laugh at the antics that take place in my fic.

Luv2Luv-Hugh: Lol! It's a saying many of my friends and I use when our certain ahemdirty sense of humour comes in to play. I thought it would be very apt as this chapter title….I think worked well don't you?

eac-dudetteIloved that move too…it made me laugh when I wrote it.

Roguebutterfly: The hand on the thigh wasn't there originally but I thought it gave it just the right touch to finish it off. (If you pardon the pun.)

samanthaonI'm pleased you thought it a House thing to do because I wasn't sure. As for retaliation, there will be many more to come.

Make out by Moonlight:

Mark never did return. The laughter that echoed round the bar as he walked away might have implied certain members of the party found his discomfort amusing.

Not Cuddy. Lindsey watched as House leaned back, whispering something into her ear. Cuddy rose from her seat twisting to face House, slamming her hand against the seat inches from his head; he jumped. Lindsey allowed herself a fleeting smile, it was the first time she had seen House lose his cool, his body reacting against his control.

Lisa grabbed her purse flung House's jacket in his face and stormed out to the Car Park.
Looking around at the rest of the group, everyone was watching her display. The hush rippled round the table as an awkward silence fell among them.

House screwed his face up in mock concern, keys swinging from his outstretched fingers, 'She's not going to get far without me.'

He gathered his things and rose from his seat using his cane to hold Cameron back as he brushed his way out from behind the table to follow Cuddy's footsteps.

'Told you he'd retaliate' Wilson's voice broke through the silence, it sounded almost amused and content, happy he knew his friend well enough to predict his behaviour.

'Poor Mark!'

Wilson let out a light laugh; Lindsey felt the vibrations flow through her skin.

'We'd better be going', Wilson announced, 'Cameron, you ready?'

Lindsey took in Cameron's gaze; she had been staring at her glass for the last five minutes, eyes glassy, apparently in a world of her own.

'Huh? Oh yeah'

She pushed her drink forward and watched it sloshed over the sides. Lindsey felt it reflected tonights activities, overflowing with emotion.

'You guys ready,' Cameron looked around the table, peoples' eyes seemingly focused in the distance, dazed with alcohol.

'Yeah,' they chorused. There was a scrambling for items and the group departed.

Lindsey lingered behind.

'What you waiting for?' She heard Wilson's voice, sensing his presence very close behind her.

'Just checking we've got everything, before we go.' She turned stepping forward with the intention of following the others; her shoes however, had other ideas. Her heel sank between the floorboards, the momentum from the previous movement propelling her forward.

'Opps,' Wilson lunged, catching her in his arms. Lindsey's hands were grasping at the material of his shirt trying to hold her self upright and avoid crashing; in an undignified fashion to the floor...her skirt really didn't provide leeway for that kind of movement.

'Dam shoes,' she mumbled. She released her grip on his clothes, running her fingers over his chest, smoothing the wrinkles.

She looked up, 'sorry.'

'It's lucky you didn't fall,' he strengthened his grip under her arms pulling her to her feet. Wrapping an arm around her shoulder as she brushed her self down, 'Come on they wonder where we've got to.'

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Her skin was soft to the touch as his hands closed around her arms, feeling proud of his modern day heroics, rescuing her from a fall. He allowed her a moment to compose her self. He felt the mumble against his shirt but couldn't work out the words too distracted by her hot breath penetrating the fibres of cotton and tickling his skin beneath them.

He felt her fingers travel down his chest.
Inhaling deeply, he looked down into her eyes.

'Sorry.'

Wilson personally felt she had nothing to be sorry for…She had just made his night. He hadn't had any contact with female skin in months. After Julie left him his love life had become somewhat none existent. 'It's lucky you didn't fall.'

He steadied her, bringing her to her feet, subconsciously wrapping his arm over her shoulder to prevent any future falls, 'Come on they'll be wondering where we've got to.'

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They walked into the open air, the cold breeze stinging their faces, her camisole top doing nothing to protect her from the harsh winter winds, she shivered. Wilson drew her further into his arms, in an attempt to keep her warm.

'You guys coming?' Foreman called from the passenger seat.

'Yeah, sorry, Lindsey had an accident on the way out,' Wilson shouted over her head.

'Can't handle your drink huh?' Chase had joined in the conversation

'Not that kind of accident' Wilson sighed shaking his head from side to side a faint ghostly impression of a smile on his lips. 'She twisted her ankle.'

Lindsey was happy he didn't mention the cause of her accident, she would have felt foolish. Besides this would protect her from any sarcastic remarks that could have potentially been thrown her way…after all this would get back to House and he didn't need any ammunition to get his shots in.

'You ok?' Chase asked as her and Wilson settled in the back seat of the car.

'Yeah, thanks' she replied snuggling down into the seat trying to warm up, Wilson's arm was still around her. She allowed her head to fall and rest against his shoulder, sighing as she closed her eyes, dozing as Cameron started the car.

'Where do you live?' Cameron called from the front, disturbing Lindsey from the waves of slumber threatening to claim her.

'She lives a few blocks from me,' Wilson's voice floated through her mind, 'drop us off on my road and I'll walk her from there, it's quicker on foot with the shortcuts, in the car it's a bit out the way. We could probably do with the fresh air anyway,' he paused, leaning down to Lindsey he whispered, 'That ok?' gently nudging her ear to attract her attention.

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Her eyes flickered over, regarding him with confusion, 'how do you know where I live?'

He shifted slightly, shrugging, 'Cuddy mentioned it.' It was a loose remdidtion of the truth and he knew it. Honestly, Cuddy had undergone and interrogation until she told him all there was too know about Miss Lindsey Faye. House was right, Wilson wasn't known for his subtlety.

'Sure. That's kind of you,' Wilson felt the little bubble of pride expand once again. He was getting good at the heroics… no woman had triggered that feeling in him before, he felt dominant, protective and he liked it.

'Like I said, we probably could do with the fresh air.' He smiled resting his head on hers.

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Cuddy had a death like grip around his waist, it felt like she was trying to squeeze the air form his lungs and based on her reaction earlier she probably was.

Her dress was being whipped around in the wind behind him, he could see brief flashes of red flickering in his wing mirror, revealing more and more of her creamy white thighs, he thought fleetingly of what it would be like to have them wrapped around him, had he ruined his chances of this coming true tonight? He reached back slightly in the pretence of checking she was ok and tapped her on the thigh allowing his hand to stroke along it gently, the silky smooth skin running beneath his finger tips. A sharp slap sent his hand retreating back to the front followed quickly by a hard thump in his back, yep definitely ruined his chances….bugger.

He sped round a corner, laying the bike down low, the beating ceased as she returned her vice like grip around his waist.

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He was so dead, how humiliating, House was so going to pay she just had to work out how, her mind starting to plan, random ideas bursting into her head only to be dismissed on the spot, impossible, too difficult, takes too much time, she would just have to improvise, take the chances that were given and twist the knife in for all it was worth, clinic would seem like a ball when she's finished with him and she wasn't intending for that to be anytime soon.

A tickling sensation return her thoughts to the present, her eyes flittered down to the hand sliding up her thigh, her dress was now bunched up around her waist the crimson stream flowing out behind her. House's hand was rough, the calluses on his palms grazing her ever so gently, the heat was welcome against the icy winds prickling her skin, but the warmth seemed to be spreading throughout her limbs as his hand continued to caress her.

A light headed sensation washed over her and she felt her arms loosening from around his waist, as her head fell back the wind whipped at her nearly dislodging her from her seat. She started, this was probably not the best time to become hazy, limbs turning to jelly beneath his touch. Besides, she thought as she slapped his hand, I'm still angry with him, she allowed a hard punch in between his shoulders for good measure to ensure he didn't do it again, only to come so close to the road she saw her life flash before her eyes…yeah, she was still angry with him.

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'Her we are,' Cameron called from the front.

Lindsey and Wilson scrambled out the car in a tangle of limbs and waved as the lights of the car vanished in the distance. The silence and darkness closed in around them. Wilson, looked at her, awkwardness edge across his face, he asked 'which way?'

She frowned, 'I thought you knew where I lived.'

Wilson was bobbing nervously from one foot to the other, eyes cast to the floor, 'I do…..' He sighed in defeat 'I was bluffing, I have no idea how you get from here to your House, I just knew you could and assumed you knew the way'

She giggled 'what would you do if I said no'

'Panic!' he stated as it flickered across his face.

She giggled again trying to control her laughter not wanted to disturb the surrounding sleepers. 'Well lucky for you I do, come on,' grabbing his hand she pulled him through a short alley along the side of one of the houses and out into an opening.

'It's just across the park'. She ran into it through the hedge dragging him along beside her. He was confronted with a wide open space and few large trees dotted about among the flower beds.

The grass was bathed in moonlight and appeared almost silver. A cool breeze was whispering in the branches, the only disturbance in the silence the carpet of sky had descended on the world…It was almost magical. They strolled along the path hand in hand.

She allowed her fingers to brush over his, lifting them into the light as she noticed the pale patch of skin where his ring used to be.

'What happened' she asked, her voice almost whipped away by the wind it was so quiet.

The question caught him off guard, pausing in his tracks. She was so blunt and direct. It was an unusual quality in the women he liked (and lets admit it he does like her), but he found it quite endearing. He looked into her eyes noticing the reflections of the stars were causing them to sparkle. Turning away he looked up at the sky the piece of black velvet tinted with a shower of glitter, hiding our scars and sins beneath a vast cloak of darkness. Some of Wilson's scars were about to be opened.

He sighed, 'affairs that's what ended it, the lack of communication and emotional contact caused us to drift and fall into other peoples' arms for comfort.'

'Affairs? Who?...which one of you I mean?' her voice was gentle, probing, she clearly realised this was as sensitive subject and unlike House didn't want to aggravate an open wound.

'Both of us, hers, by the looks of things, was more permanent.'

His eyes lowered to the ground again, allowing them to lift slightly to take in her gaze trying to weigh her reaction to his infidelity.

The edges of her mouth curled up in understanding

'Sometimes I wished it worked, other times I'm grateful it's over.' He finished.

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Lindsey nodded. Realising the discussion was over she changed the subject 'I used to make wishes as a child.' She lowered her body, removing her shoes from her feet which were causing them to ache. As she place her feet firmly back on the ground, the dew which tinted the grass soothed them as the midnight moisture soaked between her toes.

Dropping to the ground, she allowed the grass to run through her fingers as she fell onto her back gazing up at the stars. 'I used to look up into the sky, trying to find a wishing star and then wish for loads of things.'

A contented expression graced her face as she watched Wilson lower himself beside her throwing his jacket down first to prevent the soil form staining his shirt.

The carefulness of it and how it contrasted so much against his friend made her giggle.

Wilson turned his head to the side, his body now lying beside hers, 'what?'

She shook her head still smiling, 'nothing.'

'Well it was obviously something, your grinning like a Cheshire cat.' He rolled onto his side lifting his head from the ground resting it against his hand. 'Come on tell me.' He poked her playfully.

'You are such a girl' she giggled, as she squirmed from his touch 'and don't poke me.' She pushed his arm out from beneath him and watched as his head fell to the ground with a soft thud.

'Oww'

'See, a girl' she giggled.

He rose once more, 'a girl huh?' he poked her in the ribs again, 'go on say that again?' he poked her four times, she wriggled, 'I dare you.' His tickling became constant.

Lindsey was giggling uncontrollably now, gasping for air 'stop' she cried, Wilson continued, 'stop…please.'

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She was begging, the pleading in her voice taunting him. He refused to relent though, her laughter echoed around his ears making him feel as though he was trapped in a bubble, her face twisted as she writhed beside him. She was beautiful and this game allowed him to touch, no matter how platonic it was it did something to still the mist of desire from consuming him.

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It was unbearable; she tried to beat his hands out the way, putting up some resistance to his tickling on slaught.

He laughed curling his hands around her wrists, forcing them above her head. He straddled her; there was no means of escape as his body pinned hers to the ground.

Their laughing subsided chest heaving heavily against each other as they tried to catch their breath. Lindsey opened her eyes to find Wilson's only inches from her own. His warm breath caressed her skin, the pounding of her heart now a constant hum. She saw Wilson's eyes flick down to her mouth before returning to her own.

Not breaking the eye contact he slowly lowered his face closing his lips over hers in the gentlest of kisses, his lips were soft and tender as he tentatively began to taste her. Feeling her eyes flutter shut she began to kiss him back, opening her mouth as she felt his tongue trail across her bottom lip begging for entry. His hands slid down her body, as she curled her fingers into his hair, pulling him closer deepening the kiss wanting to explore him further as she felt the passion ignite inside her. His hands slowly caressed the soft skin beneath her clothes, burning beneath his touch.

His kisses began to wander down her throat, soft and slow, she was paralysed with desire, loosening her grasp from his hair allowing her arms to flop to the ground above her head, the muscles melting under his touch as he bought his hands up on the underside of her wrapping his fingers over her shoulders pulling them back forcing her to arch her body against him.

His kisses made there way down her chest, kissing each individual breast before placing a delicate nip in between the two then cooling it with his tongue, she ground her hips against him as a moan burst from the back of her throat echoing around the empty park.

Their eyes snapped open, the moan still dancing in the air.

Lindsey tried to calm her breaths, recognising the silent question reflected in his eyes 'home's five minutes away.' With that she giggled pushing him from her, causing him to roll across the grass, grabbed her shoes and began to run bare foot across the park.

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She was far away by the time Wilson had gathered his coat from the ground. He was caked in mud, but he didn't care, the moisture evaporating from his scorching skin as he ran after her, hearing her laughter mix with his own as it travelled in the wind.

'Come on speed up!' he saw her turn round running backwards as she watched him chase her across the grounds.

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As they pulled up to Cuddy's house she felt the final rumbles before the engine died. Swinging her legs from the bike, she righted her dress as fast as she could, House wasn't allowed to look, and he certainly wasn't allowed to touch.

She turned on her heel, storming up to the front door without a backward glance at. As she reached for her key she heard a little stumble from beside her and turned to find House close behind, a little to close. She stepped back, ignoring the little bolts of desire that were flooding through her, blaming the speed of her breath on shock, he scared her that was all. 'What do you want?'

'Why what are you offering?' his eye brows waggled in a suggestive manner, the moonlight causing his blue eyes to shimmer in a deadly fashion, Cuddy only hoped they wouldn't be fatal.

'Nothing. You know fully well what I mean, what are you doing following me, you don't want to come in I might spit my drink over you too and that won't need to be prompted by certain comments, I will happily do that on my own accord'.

'No need to get nasty, you started the game. Don't challenge me if you can't keep up the pace. I played by the rules, you lost that round, now stop being a bad loser.'

'What. Do. You. Want?' her voice was harsh, barely audible above the howling winds, but House didn't need to hear it, it was written all over her face. Time to change tactics.

'Err…I think you'll find that's mine'

The expression drained from Cuddy's face as she looked down and found she was still wearing House's bike jacket, her eyes darted to her left hand, holding her bag and the right, which contained her key.

'Here let me,' House stepped forward once more, using his finger to lift her chin and undo the buttons beneath it, his hands gripped the zipper slowly pulling it down revealing her exposed skin beneath it, this was torture, he wasn't even touching but the image of him undressing her removing more than the coat sent shivers down her spine. Her body shock involuntary and she returned her eyes to gaze, reluctantly into Houses hoping he hadn't noticed, his left eyebrow was lifted, questioning, damn he never misses a thing.

'It's cold,' she shrugged. House stared into her eyes for a few minutes longer, Cuddy had the sensation of her sole being exposed to the world, his eyes reading her feelings flicking through her memories and perusing over any thoughts running through her head, her attempt to control them was in vain.

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House's nodded, slipping the jacket over his shoulders, he inhaled, her sent lingering on the material wafting around his head, alluring. He turned to see Cuddy regarding him with narrowed eyes, questioning, her arms folded, defensive. 'I will get you back you know.'

'I'll look forward to it.'

'I wouldn't it's not going to be fun.'

'Tut Tut, Cuddy this is a game remember, you take things way to seriously.'

Her lips narrowed. Plan, stage two, he smiled, the sensation weirdly straining on muscles he didn't even know he had. Her head twisted to the side, confusion flittering across her face, he was unnerving her. 'Goodnight Cuddy,' he leaned in slowly and placed a light, delicate kiss on the side of her cheek.

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It was soft, the sensation of his lips from the kiss left her skin tingling. She watched as he turned, limping back to his bike without another word. He mounted swinging his leg over, the engine roared into life once more. His head turned to face her and with a slight winked he slammed his visa down and set of into the night.

His tail lights vanished into the distance the darkness consuming him. She was frozen to the spot, her fingers slowly travelling down her cheek, were his lips had been planted second before. The memory burned into her skin.

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They stumbled up the front steps, Lindsey grasping for the key in her hand bag. Her hand clasped around the cold metal with relief, scrambling with the lock she forced it open with her shoulder.

She had barely gotten inside the door before Wilson forced her up against it, his hands roaming. He pulled her top over her head, her hair tumbling over her shoulders. The silky smooth strands ran through his fingers as he pushed it from her face.

Their harsh breaths the only sound to be heard, the hallway was shrouded in darkness apart from the small beams of moonlight that filtered in through the window. They used their hands to guide themselves, blindly travelling over each others bodies.

Lindsey slowly undid each button of Wilson's shirt, kissing each piece of newly exposed skin. Sinking to her knees, she fiddled with his buckle, pulling the belt from the loops and tossing it to the ground, her hands then returned to work on his fly. She undid the top button pulling his jeans and boxers down to his ankles. As his cock sprang free, he looked down nearly coming from the sight of Lindsey kneeling before him.

'God you're beautiful.'

Her eyes met his, a mischievous smile playing on her lips, she kissed the tip of his cock before sucking it gently, her tongue flicked out slowly travelling along the underside of his erection, tasting, teasing, feeling him tense beneath her touch. She then swirled her tongue round it before taking the whole shaft into her mouth causing him to groan, his back arching, forcing it deeper into the back of her throat.

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The heat of her mouth bathed him as she hummed gently, the vibrations building up the pressure at an alarming rate.

He wanted to come inside her. Lifting her chin with one finger as she released him, he pulled her to her feet, tongues meshing together once more as his thumbs linked into the bands of her panties pulling them down so they joined the rest of the discarded items littering the floor at their feet.

He lifted her legs to wrap around his body, breast brushing up against his bear chest as 3 inch stilettos dug into his spine, the pain only increasing his desire. She reached down between them fingers wrapping round his cock to guide him in. He could feel how wet she was as she teasingly rubbed the tip of him along her clit, groaning with pleasure. He wanted her now. 'You safe?' the question breathless and hurried, a nod was all she could manage before her thrust into her.

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They collapsed to the floor spent. Wilson pulled his jeans back on before curling his arms around her. Lindsey, already in a post orgasmic haze, was leaning against his shoulder, eyes shut, her breathing returning to normal. Wilson rose from the ground. Once he was steady he slid his hands beneath her legs and behind her head so he could lift her into his arms. 'Lindsey where's your bedroom?

'Upstairs first on the left'

She mumbled before returning to her slumber.

Wilson staggered up the stairs, forcing her bedroom door open with his foot. He gently lowered Lindsey on top of the bed. After removing the leftover items of clothing from her body he pulled the covers over her and watched as she snuggled down.

What to do now, he didn't no whether she would want him to spend the night or leave.

…………………

Lindsey could sense him hovering, breaking from her daze she turned her head to face him eyes opened sleepily. 'Stay' she whispered before rolling back onto her side.

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'Stay,' Wilson felt the balloon of happiness expand even further inside his chest, threatening to burst. He removed his jeans and scrambled under the covers beside her, wrapping his arms and legs over her body he felt her curl into him. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so happy, a smile tinted his lips before he drifted off into his dreams.