Disclaimer: I add one every once in a while…no desire to be sued…House is not mine (I'm currently saving up to buy him)…Lindsey is but she isn't in this chapter.

Okay This one is all House/Cuddy it contains some smut too. I added some House Cuddy stuff to the previous chapter...it was what happened when they returned to Cuddy's house. So read that if you haven't.

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Testing the Waters

Her heels clattered across the floor as she strolled through the hallways of PPTH. She eventually came to rest in her office, pressing her back against the door as it slammed closed. She snaked a hand behind her clicking the lock shut. Pushing her self forward she walked over to her chair, depositing her handbag on the desk before slumping low into her seat, spinning it round her head falling back against her shoulders with exhaustion.

Staring out the window her eyes settled on the streaks of gold and blue beginning to leak into the sky as the sun broke through the lingering darkness. The clouds reflecting the light were tainted silver as they scurried by. Her eyes closed once more the realms of rest desperately trying to claim her.

She had been unable to sleep; watching the minutes tick by as a certain Diagnostician continued to haunt her thoughts, crashing on the floor his head nestled between her breast, the sweep of his hand as it stroke the inside of her thigh wishing him to go higher as desire to pooled between her legs, arms wrapped around his body the rumble of the bike beneath her as her hands trace the rippling muscles of his torso. His kiss…the gentle lips that tickled her cheek before he fled into the night. These memories just added fire to the need rippling through her, the need for human contact, to be touched, stroked, teased by another human being…by House.

Loose strands fell from her bun and cascaded round her face as she sharply swung her head back and forth trying to dislodge any lingering images. God! Wanting House, it sounded twisted in her own mind let alone voicing it out loud…She really hadn't had any in a very long time!

Turning to face her desk once more, she dragged a pile of paper work in front of her, burying herself within its depths.

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Slamming his cane between the doors he forced them apart, limping onto the lift. It had been a long night, he'd been banging melodies into the keys of his piano to try and still his memories of previous activities during the night, constantly turning them over, analysing them in his mind. His brain refused to let go, replaying every touch, and more importantly her reaction too them, increased heart rate, deep, shallow breaths, heaving bosom he just wanted to bury his head between…His wish had been granted, however the ending had been slightly altered, in his dreams he had never gone home alone, his head and hands had been allowed to roam further, explore and investigate unhindered over the body beneath his finger tips.

He caught a glimpse of her in her office; her shoulders hunched over a large amount of paper work, fifty percent most likely his doing. He had to admit it was one way of keeping him on her mind even if it had less than positive consequences.

As though sensing she was being watched she looked up from her desk, her eyes locked briefly with his, something passing between them before the connection was severed as the doors slammed shut.

The lift hummed gently as it rose, the crowed surrounding him staring blankly as the numbers change on the screen as they ascended. House allowed himself to sink back into his thoughts.

Little Miss Cuddy hadn't been playing by the rules. Her reactions to his advances were no longer being dictated by the book. It didn't fit into the everyday pattern of there working relationship. It was an anomaly and there was nothing that interested House in a case, more than an anomaly. Differential diagnosis people…what's wrong with the boss.

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The sun was now blazing into her office warming her back as she reclined in her chair; telephone clamped to her right ear, attempting to listen as an investor droned on demanding to know how his money was being used to improve the hospital.

A rumble rose from the depths of her stomach. Cuddy covered the mouthpiece of the phone ever so slightly hoping the noise hadn't been loud enough to disturb the flow of the man on the other end of the phone. Heaven forbid that would happen, after all he had been talking non stop for a full 15 minutes. Cuddy had to restrain herself from giving out doctorly advice and telling him to take a breath; oxygen deprivation can be very damaging to the brain cells or in this case the few that were currently remaining.

Glancing at the clock, 2.30, she hadn't had anything to eat all day apart from the small cereal bar she retrieved from her desk at 9 o'clock this morning, deciding to protest again a loud growl rung out once more. Choosing to wrap this conversation up, Cuddy explained that she had to attend a meeting but would be very happy to call back at a later time and fill him in on what his money was being invested in, that's if he gave her the chance.

Placing the phone back on the hook, she rose from her seat, lifting her arms above her head hearing certain bones crack and creak as she stretched and straightened herself out. She had been sitting in that chair for way too long.

Slinging her bag over her shoulder, she marched from her office. She didn't have time for a long lunch; her paper work still loomed over her, so she decided to risk the cafeteria, after all how bad could it be.

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He had been lingering outside the cafeteria, hidden behind a pot plant in wait for Wilson ready to pounce and get his lunch paid for when he saw her go by. Walking in that determined stride she always had, head held high, a woman who knew what she wanted…or so he thought.

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Decisions, decisions, she couldn't decide between the macaroni cheese or chilli con carnie, both looked at lethal and unappetising as the other. They got a great deal of cases at PPTH, what people failed to mention was that a many of them were probably triggered by the cafeteria food and the poor relatives who had too eat it.

Finally opting for the macaroni cheese, as there was less opportunity for this to be potentially death threatening, she followed the queue to pay for her meal, the prices were extortionate too; something that needed to be addressed in the future board meetings.

Settling down at a table in the corner, she lifted her meal to her mouth. It was like biting down into slimy rubber, it rolled around her tongue coating it with the fake tasting cheese sauce before she swallowed it down with a quick gulp of water…disgusting.

She saw him before he saw her, his long lean frame towering above most people currently occupying the cafeteria. His eyes circled round the room as though searching for something. They came to rest on her.

She thought she saw a brief smirk taint the edges of his lips before it was replaced by his usual somewhat gruff expression accompanied with the sneer that seemed to be firmly fixed on his face.

He began to limp towards her, working in and out the tables with ease regardless of his uneven gate. A stab of guilt was quickly squashed as she reprimanded herself; she must remember to remain angry at all times, after all he humiliated her last night and there was no way she would let it go. Besides attack was the best policy of defence and right now she needed to keep House firmly beyond the barriers, too close and she feared he would break them down with ease.

'This seat taken?'

'What does it look like?' her eyes returned to the unappetising pile of slop currently sloshing around her plate.

'Didn't want to impose'

A short sharp bark of laughter shot from her mouth, 'You not imposing, miracles do happen.' Her eyes didn't lift, preferring to ignore him, it was safer.

'I'll ask again, is this seat taken?' he leaned in closer, inches from the side of her face, how was this going to look. Finally deciding to face him, she could no longer pretend to remain passive and ignorant of his presence, her head turned to the left. He was closer than she realised, resisting the urge to jump back she tilted her head to look up at him, the uneven sense of status was unnerving.
She was his boss and yet he seemed to wield more power and control over her, his 6ft 2 frame blocking out any view of the ceiling as he stood over her. Feeling threatened, her eyes narrowed, arms crossed over her chest only forcing her breast higher, causing his eyes to rest somewhere further south, the smirk had returned, she needed to get rid of him.

'Yes it is.'

He shrugged, 'everybody lies' with that he planted himself on the chair opposite her.

She continued to watch him, a scowl prominent on her face, frustration evident as her plan hadn't worked. The bomb in her internal battle fields was now seated only inches from her, question was, was it going to blow? His head rolled round the room, eyes absorbing every detail.

'What do you want?'

'Angelina Jolie' he replied casually, eyes not even glancing in her direction.

'Ha ha,' the sarcastic tone evident as the sense frustration grew, 'answer the question, why are you here?'

'That wasn't the question you asked Cuddles'

Resisting the urge to scream, she sighed and asked once more, 'fine, Dr House why have you chosen to dine in my company today, what could you possibly want?'

As he opened his mouth to reply, Cameron hobbled over; he shook his head as though he was sad about the disturbance. Although Cuddy had a feeling he wasn't.

'Dr Cameron, what can I do for you? Besides the obvious.'

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Cameron opened her mouth, slightly shocked, her eyes taking in House and Cuddy eating lunch…together. Something wasn't right. Her cheeks were tinged pink, at House's comment. He knew her attraction to him and used it as a stick to constantly poke her with, even worse when it's in front of Cuddy. Breathing in to try and control the rising bubble of anger and frustration, she focused her attention on House.

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Poor Cameron, Cuddy didn't generally like the young doctor. She knew of her attraction to the diagnostician and didn't admire the way she went about obtaining him, blackmail always seemed a little bit desperate for Cuddy's liking but seeing House bait Cameron like that made Cuddy feel sorry for her, if only slightly because, to be honest, Cameron had brought it on herself.

Cuddy shuddered, how would House behave if he realised he was occupying her thoughts with more frequency than usual and in an obviously different manner than before.

She saw House shift forward slightly and nearly jumped when his legs crashed into hers. Cameron obviously saw the slight movement as her eyes darted to Cuddy for a second before they returned to House.

Cuddy, a questioning gaze on her face was about to ask House what he was up to, when she felt rough finger tips land on her knee and begin to stroke the line of exposed leg beneath her skirt, her stockings the only thin material between them.

House didn't look at her, continuing the conversation about the current patient with Cameron. What could Cuddy do? She couldn't react as Cameron was near, she couldn't move as House had trapped her legs between his. She felt his hand rove higher, sliding underneath the hem before returning to her knee. It was though he was testing. Each time he rose a little higher before he returned, the tips of his fingers tickling as they caressed her skin. Cuddy could feel herself getting hot, need rippling though her, this needed to stop but she felt powerless to prevent it.

She felt his cane prise between her legs as he forced them to open, it then slid slowly up the inside of her thigh. Cuddy was holding back a moan, the desire building between her legs. His hands were pushing her skirt higher and higher.

The cane was rubbing in a rhythmic motion; Cuddy was lost in the sensation and heat from his hands her thoughts ordering it to stop fled. Cameron continued to talk oblivious of what was occurring under the table. Dam House and his ability to multi task, he must be the only man who could diagnose a patient and seduce his boss at the same time and that was what he was doing, seducing her, god she wanted him.

His hand grip around the back of her knee pulling her forward harshly, she squeaked with surprise as she slid further under the table, her knee now resting firmly between his legs.

'Are you all right Dr Cuddy?' Cameron asked.

'Yeah just lost my balance and slipped forward, bit tired,' she tried to right herself but House held her fast against him, his right hand still forcing her skirt higher. As his finger tips reached the bare skin at the top of her stockings, she saw his eyes light up with triumph, still not looking in her direction. She smiled at Cameron and returned her attention to the plate of food resting in front of her.

Cameron nodded clearly not believing the lie and returned to look at House once more.

Cuddy in an attempt to distract herself, picked up the fork and began to push the macaroni round the plate, still very much aware of House roving hand. She had to stop this.

Her left hand was clasped on the table knuckles turning white with the effort of holding back any noises that were threatening to escape from her throat.

'You shouldn't play with your food Dr Cuddy,' House finally looked over, his eyes roaming over her body, taking in her heaving chest and deep harsh breaths as desire was raging through her. She wanted to kill him and fuck him at the same time, pull him over the table and wrap her fingers round his neck while she had her way with him on this very table, Cameron could watch all she wanted.

Cuddy just glared at him, eyes narrowed; time to start playing his own game. She pressed her knee harder against him, rubbing it against his lightly protruding cock. House eyes opened with shock as a gasp burst from his lips.

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'Are you alright Dr House?' concern and confusion fluttered across Cameron's expression as she gazed down at him.

'Yeah just a bit of pain in the thigh, it'll go away soon.' House returned his gaze to see Cuddy, a satisfied smirk resting on her lips. He decided to wipe it off there and then. He rose slightly with the pretence of stretching his legs and limped around the table.

'Just needs a stretch.'

After walking for a few seconds he limped over and lowered himself into the seat beside her. Snatching the fork from Cuddy her stabbed at her plate as his other hand reached over under the table forcing it between her legs once more, running up the inside of her thigh, her hand darted under the table with the intention if pushing him away, but resulted in forcing him higher his fingers resting between her legs as he traced her outline though her panties, teasing. She was wet. He saw her eyes flicker as though they wanted to close as a slight groan escaped.

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Her eyes snapped open with shock. Shit, this had to stop! She sunk her nails into his skin with such force he jumped back as though stung almost toppling his chair over, bringing her glass of water crashing down, liquid spilling out, pooling all over the table and splashing over House's trousers.

'Dam it,' House rose slightly trying to brush the water from his lap and prevent it from soaking in.

Cuddy pushed herself to the right out of his reach, as he settled back down into his seat, dabbing himself with a tissue, before throwing it back onto the table in an attempt to dry up the rest of the water.

She could see his hand resting on the table as he massaged it clearly trying to relieve the pain. She caught a glimpse of the small indents she had made on the back of hand, she'd drawn blood.

Cameron's head was swinging back and forth between them, confusion written all over her face. 'What is going on? What made you jump?'

'Tired', 'leg still playing up,' they said simultaneously, their eyes met, speaking volumes.

'Go and deal with the patient any new leads inform me, if not stay away.'

Cameron glared at House before turning to look at Cuddy, giving her the same icy stare she left head held high, glancing back just before she vanished from view.

'You going to eat that?' House turned his head back to face her, dragging the now cold macaroni across the table without waiting for an answer. Cuddy still shocked about what had happened required a few minutes to find her voice, catch her breath and still her racing heart.

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House gobbled down the meal before rising, 'I need to go and dry myself off'.

Removing his cane from under the table, he moved forward intending to leave but was stalled when manicured fingers fastened themselves around his forearm.

'What was that about?' Cuddy asked, her eyes looking up into his, frown lines crossing her forehead which was screwed up with confusion.

'Just the current patient, the tests came back negative and Cameron wanted to know where to take it from here.' His face showed no sign of knowing what she was really referring to, his voice empty of the usual mocking tone. Cuddy sighed; she was going to have to spell it out.

'You know that's not what I'm referring to. How dare you! You took advantage of me when you knew I could do nothing to prevent it.'

'You didn't look like you wanted to,' his eyes were fixed on hers as though delving into her thoughts.

Her voice lowered to a deadly whisper, 'I was trying to refrain from attracting attention to the fact that my head diagnostician had his hand roaming up my skirt. It wouldn't have looked very good if I had jumped up, slapped you in the face and stormed off, even though that was my desired plan of action.'

'You're lying'

Cuddy spluttered 'I'm no-'

He broke her off with a hand over her mouth, 'I felt how wet you were,' his voice matching hers as he leaned in, the conversation was clearly attracting the attention of the surrounding diners.

Clearly unable to speak Cuddy's eyes looked downwards to the darkened patch spreading over his crotch.

House laughed, 'you were wet in a slightly different fashion and for quite a different reason, don't even think of denying it.' Cuddy tried to shift his hand from her mouth but he refused to budge so she bit him.

'Ouch! God your rough, bite and nail marks and no pleasure to take away the pain you and Chase should hook up he's into that sort of stuff, me not so much'

'Then you shouldn't bate me, you're dicing with death.' She was getting angrier by the minute.

'Yet you're forcing me to stay,' he said with a smirk as he glanced down at his arm, which was resting in her ever tightening grip.

Cuddy, trying to not scream in frustration, released his arm pushing it from her grip 'just go.' She looked away, reaching down to put her purse back into her bag getting ready to leave and return to the safe sanctuary of her office…she needed to think.

Hot breath tickled her ear; startled, she swung round. House's hand rested on her thigh, so as to steady himself. He was grinning, his face brushing up against her ear, 'in answer to you first question, what was that about?' he paused, lightly shrugging his shoulders 'I was just testing.' With that he allowed his hand to slide down her leg before straightening back up and limping from the room.

Cuddy looked around the cafeteria; people were watching her, questioning looks on their faces, while others remained oblivious, some where obviously discussing what they had just seen and how it could be interpreted.

With no desire to be questioned Cuddy grabbed her purse and fled back to her office, slamming her back up against the door for the second time that day. She locked it again to prevent any unwanted visitors. Flopping down onto her seat as a loud growl rumbled from her stomach.

She never did get anything to eat.