This is another House/Cuddy chapter still got some smut in it…not hard core, well not too hard core. Don't forget the more reviews the smuttier each chapter will be!

-I don't know if you refer to them as post it notes in america there the little square pieces of paper with sticky on the top that you scribble notes to yourself on.-

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Henrie Monroe: Welcome…Thank you for reviewing. The Houddy smut is being built up to, but hopefully the finale should be in chapter 14-15 if all goes well...depends on how long the chapters are.

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RogueButterfly: Poor naïve little Cameron…she had no idea what was going on….or did she?

IndigoE: I like to build it up…House and Cuddy shagging is the finale in most stories and I love a good build up. Oh and yes it will be…um…energetic :p

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Chapter 11: Paper and Post it notes.

Limping out of the cafeteria, House, not looking where he was going crashed into Wilson nearly toppling him over for the second time that week.

'Woah, I'll buy you lunch you don't need to mug me for my wallet! Why are you rushing out the cafeteria and not into it?'

'Case'

'You don't have a case'

'That's where you're wrong, one came in this morning Cameron has just been into give me an update.'

'That still doesn't explain why you're rushing to work and not away from it.'

'Err…Interesting Case,' House's face crinkled with effort of coming up with a good excuse.

'Nah not buying it.'

'What my lunch?'

'Ha…You know I'm referring to your reason for rushing, what are you up to?'

'Why does everyone always think I'm up to something?'

'Because you usually are.'

'That's beside the point.'

'I think it's a very good point.'

'Well this point' he waved his cane in Wilson's face 'is going somewhere very unpleasant if we don't drop the subject'

'Oooo you really are up to something aren't you? Using threats is always a bad sign.' Wilson's smile was growing by the minute it wasn't often he had House on the back foot he was going to enjoy it for as long as it lasted.

'I could say the same to you Jimmy.'

Sadly it never lasted long, Wilson stepped back slightly caught of guard the smile slipping form his face to be replaced with innocent confusion.

'Say the same what?'

'You are up to something or I suppose 'on to' or 'in to' something would be the more appropriate description.'

Faking puzzlement at what House was implicating, 'Huh? What are you:-'

'You have a smile plastered across your face, a jaunt in your step and you offered to buy me lunch the moment I bumped into you, no fight, blackmail, nothing. This means you are in a good mood, and a good mood in big Jimmy usually means little Jimmy's been getting some action question is 'in' who?'

'You're disgusting.'

'Thank you. Now using my powers of deduction I am going to make a guess and say a little blond girl has been giving you a servicing, would I be right?'

Wilson blushed looking down at his shoes to avoid House who was staring at him with a satisfied smirk on his face.

'I will take you silence as confirmation, is the little blond devil in angels clothing paying us a visit today?'

'No she's not and if you do ever see her again don't you dare let on you know this.' Wilson threatened, 'this is a good thing happening for me I would like it for once if you didn't ruin it.'

'All of your conquests are good things Jimmy, don't just single one out, be proud of the hundred of women you've done over.'

'It's no where near that many and Lindsey's different.'

'That's what you said about all your wives…oh dear she's not going to be Mrs Wilson number…..what are we on now?' House put his finger in his chin in mock thought.

'Ouch low hit, I'm definitely not paying for your lunch now.'

'You don't need to pay.'

'Huh? You're going to pay? Who are you and what have you done with the real House?' Wilson was frowning so hard his eyebrows were forming a single line across his forehead.

'No.'

His face relaxed into a smile, 'You're on a diet?'

'No,' House face fell in mock sadness 'Why? Do you think I need to be' House turned his back to him, 'does my bum look big in this?'

'No comment.'

'First time for everything.' House's beeper went off he glanced down at it, Cameron was ordering him to the conference room, he sighed 'Saved by the bell, or beep in this case, gotta go.'

'You still haven't told me why I don't have too buy you lunch,' Wilson shouted after him.

'I stole Cuddy's,' House hollered back as he stepped into the lift.

'And she let you! How did you pull that one off?

House smirked, 'what can I say?' he shrugged, 'she loves the hard wood!'

And with that he was gone, leaving a shocked silence in his wake.

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House barged his way into the office, cane swinging out in front of him in his usual melodramatic manner, only to be confronted by a lone duckling. Cameron.

'Errr I believe that's my chair' He tapped the side of her knee with his cane in indication that she should shift.

Her face was defiant but she graciously rose and allowed him to settle before tuning to regard him with questioning eyes once more.

House looked around, 'where are the other ducklings?' He grabbed his ball tossing it in the air in an effort to ignore Cameron's stare.

'Chase is in the clinic and Foreman is finishing off some test I think.'

House ball fell through his fingers rolling across the floor to her feet. He brought his face back down his brow furrowing in confusion. 'You said it was urgent.'

Cameron shrugged, 'everybody lies,' she stated as she settled in the chair opposite him.

'Oooo very good! All that effort just to get me alone, although you can't jump me just yet, the blind are open…or maybe you like that some people thrive on an audie-'

Cameron cut him off, 'What's going on between you and Cuddy?'

House's eyes swung upwards his jaw dropping in mock thought, 'err nothing that I know of….does hot sex in her office count as nothing?'

'What was happening in the cafeteria?' Cameron ploughed on regardless of the consequences.

'We were eating…or technically I was, Cuddy's mind didn't seem to be on her food she looked a bit distracted.' He pulled a funny face. Leaning back into his chair he opened the top draw of his desk scrabbling around in it for a few seconds before retrieving a pen and sheet of paper and began scribbling.

'What's going on?'

'With who?' House didn't look up.

'With you and Cuddy' Cameron's arms were crossed across her chest, they had less of an impact than if Cuddy did that, his attention remained on the piece of paper. He could sense Cameron's frustration growing, a few more pushes and she would drop the subject or, he hoped, go and pester someone else with it, a certain specific someone else.

'Nothing.'

'I don't believe you'

'Then why did you ask? Kinda defeats the object doesn't it?'

'I was hoping you would tell me.'

'Well your hope was in vain as always.' He sighed, 'oh I can't resist that cute face, he pointed in her direction, go on then I'll tell you, Cuddy and I have been engaging in the Horizontal Hokey Pokey since med school.' He leaned back in his chair to watch her reaction.

Her face dropped with shock.

'I've been doing her along with Angelina Jolie, Jennifer Aniston, and a nurse down in paediatrics,' he added 'though not at the same time, It's the leg, can't do what I used to and the combination of Angelina and Jennifer in the same room could result in a serious bitch fight, rawr,' he made a clawing action in Cameron's direction.

She quickly reasserted herself shaking her head from side to side, 'I don't believe you.'

House sighed 'I tell you we're not doing anything, you don't believe me, I tell you we're at it like rabbits and you still don't believe me….its a lose, lose situation with you, what's with all the negative attitude, I thought it would make you happy me telling you what you wanted to hear.'

'I didn't want to hear that you and Cuddy were….' She tailed off hands flaying in indication of the unspoken word.

'Having sex, shagging, bonking, fucking,' House filled in the blank for her the grin spreading as he took in how uncomfortable she was, 'Then why did you ask? Or I suppose the more appropriate question would be why did you ask me?'

'Like I said I thought you might stop being an ass and tell me.'

'Where's the fun in that? Go ask Cuddy.'

'Why would I ask her?' the frown lines flowing over her forehead deepened.

'Well she is the other member in your thoughts it takes two to tango remember.' He rose from his seat indicating Cameron should do the same, 'although it's more fun with three or four.' He picked up his cane along with the piece of paper on his desk now covered in his writing.

He came up behind Cameron gently patting her on the back, 'go have a heart to heart with Cuddy, Woman to Woman, use your interrogation techniques to get the answer. I'm sure she will be happy to clear up this misunderstanding, if it is one,' with that he walked away leaving a fuming Cameron abandoned in the doorway. The paper had vanished from his finger tips.

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Cuddy sat at her desk, head cradled in her hands; her sense of arousal now just a dull ache between her thighs.

'Bastard!'

'Who's a bastard?'

Cuddy jolted her head back; Cameron was leaning against the door frame. Cuddy had no idea how longs she'd been standing there. No need to attract attention to the fact that she was pissed off at House it would just lead to a whole load of awkward questions she would otherwise avoid. 'Um…Just an investor causing a bit of trouble.' Cuddy smiled which was returned by Cameron, the smile however didn't reach her eyes, it was quirky and forced. 'Is there something I can help you with Doctor Cameron? Otherwise as you can see,' she looked down at the desk once more, 'I have a great deal of paper work to be getting on wi-'

'What's going on with you and House?'

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House was watching the commotion from a distance. He couldn't hear what they were saying but by the way in which Cuddy's head just snapped up so hard he feared her neck would break it would imply that Cameron had asked to question. That girl had more guts than he credited her for...or she was stupider than he thought he couldn't quite decide.

He smiled to himself as he saw Cuddy's face register shock and then harden as her administrative defence mechanism kicked in…this was going to be fun.

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Cameron couldn't believe she had asked. What was she doing? Confronting her boss was professional suicide especially when it was implying and delving into certain aspects of her boss's maybe love life. She flinched when Cuddy's head whipped up again as she registered what she had just been asked. Emotions flittered over her face. Cameron compared it to plunging into boiling hot water and she had an unpleasant feeling she was going to get scolded.

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Cuddy felt the bottom fall from her stomach as the hunger evaporated only to be replaced by an overwhelming sense of nausea. This was dangerous, Cameron could have seen anything. She had definitely heard something; however the noises were inconclusive, if a little bit suspect. Anger began to seep in as she realise she had just been confronted by a subordinate. She was tired, hungry and House was making her life hell. She didn't need another minion sticking its nose in trying to make her life more difficult than it already is. Reasserting herself she narrowed her eyes glowering in the young girl's direction. She sensed Cameron quaking as she watched her.

'What has House been saying?'

'Nothing'

'Then why are you asking?' her voice was cold, laden with the icicles of formality. 'Or in other words what are you implying?'

'Um…Err,' she faltered, 'at the table things were a bit strange, I questioned House about it but he just implied um….'

Shit what had House said, had he told her what had really happened and Cameron just refused to believe it.

'What?' Cuddy had to know.

Cameron sighed, 'he referred to it as the horizontal hokey pokey.'

Cuddy struggled to hold back a laugh as a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

He hadn't told her the truth then…that was something to be grateful for she thought as she felt the sense of anger engulf her once more.

'Nothing was, is, happening between Dr House and I. We gave you explanations for what occurred at the table whether you choose to believe them is your problem.'

Cuddy could see her weakening but a small spark of defiance still remained.

'Everybody lies.'

Cuddy's eyes narrowed. The ambiguity in that statement made her nervous. 'Thank you Doctor Cameron for your pearls of wisdom, however do I need to remind you that what occurs between Doctor House and myself is our business and our business alone.' She rose from her desk, 'and I would prefer it if you keep your sordid theories to yourself.'

A blush began creeping along Cameron's cheeks. Cuddy sort of felt sorry for her as she watched her flounder; time to end this uncomfortable conversation. 'Now Doctor Cameron as you can see I am very busy, so if you have nothing medically relevant to occupy my time with then I wish you to leave and return to your patient.'

Cameron's shoulders slumped in defeat; she nodded once and turned to leave, as she opened the office door Cuddy caught a glimpse of a white piece of paper fluttering against Cameron's back. She rushed forwards teetering on her heels after the Doctor, stalling her just outside the office. Placing a hand on the girls back, she apologised in an attempt to distract the Cameron from her true intensions.

'I'm sorry if I seemed a bit harsh, truly nothing is going on.' Her fingers wrapped around the paper, she tugged and it came free. 'However, why did you ask me in the first place?'

'Dr House sent me, he told me you might tell me the truth as he definitely wouldn't and after all his implications of um…I didn't know what to believe.'

Cuddy nodded knowingly, hitching a smile on her face while trying to settle the burning bubble of anger. She patted Cameron on the back once more and returned to her office paper clutched tightly in her hand. As she turned to close the door behind her a tall figure caught her eye. She looked across the clinic to see the gruff doctor regarding her, a big grin plastered across his face as he waggled his fingers in a mock hello. All professionalism deserted her as she rammed her middle finger in his direction. Luckily none of the surrounding staff saw the gesture. However a little boy in the clinic mimicked it to his mother earning him a clip round the ear.

Cuddy let out a loud sigh, turned from the door striding back to her desk. She tossed the paper in the air as she crashed back down, her head coming to rest once more in her hands.

The paper slowly fluttered to the floor.

'Bastard! He's a complete and utter bastard!'

The paper settled on the ground, a familiar scrawl across it: 15/30.

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House enjoyed the whole show and it ended with one up for him…literally, as Cuddy had demonstrated with her rather rude gesture. Although something was nagging at him in the back of his mind as he watched her cradling her hands slowly rocking back and forth, was it guilt? Surely not why would he feel guilty about making Cuddy miserable? He saw her rise once more and decided to make a run….limp for it. He didn't want to be on the receiving end of her anger and boy did she look pissed.

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Cuddy rose from her desk and bent to scoop up the paper crushing it in her palm. A little bit of retaliation was in order. Time to implement her plan; she strode from her office signing forms as she went to ensure House was no longer present. If he had any sense he would have fled the moment he saw her stand, which by the looks of things he had.

She walked over to the lifts, taking in what her work force were doing and smiling as they busied themselves at her approach. Rising up to the floor of the Diagnostics Department she wandered down to House's office. If she knew House, which after these many years she hoped she did, then, if he was avoiding her, his office would be the last place he would be. A file was clutched in her hand as she approached she had an underlying incentive but an overlying reason for hunting him down. Therefore if anyone should question her actions she had a legitimate reason.

Pushing the door open she entered his office, it was deserted no House or ducklings of any kind…perfect.

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House rushed along the hallway, once checking it was clear he darted into a closet quickly shutting the door behind him. Hopefully she wouldn't be able to find him for a couple of hours he rumbled around in his pocket and retrieved his Game boy. Clicking it on he winced at the loud beep that emanated from it.

He froze for a few moments to ensure nobody had heard. Once the minutes had past he flipped over a bucket and settled down for a long session with Mario.

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She had searched high and low, rummaging through his draws and cupboards, gathering a few objects she still hadn't found the main thing she was looking for so she left his office empty handed apart from the file still clutched within her fingers.

Strolling down the hallway she heard a light beep in the silence, guessing where it was coming from she wandered over to the closet door placing her ear against it….silence. She frowned, was he in there? She turned and saw some nurse regarding her curiously she nodded to them once before turning to lean against the door flicking over the file to give them the impression she was reading it.

They watched her for a few moments longer before getting bored and returning to their workload. Cuddy waited until the hall emptied and then wrenched the door open.

House was crouched in a corner, his hand flung in front of his eyes as the light flooded in from the hallway temporarily blinding him. 'Dam it your getting to good at hide and seek.'

'Lots of practice.' She stepped in beside him closing the door plunging them back into darkness. Her eyes quickly adjusted, she could see him watching her, eyes narrowed with curiosity a teasing smile curling at the corners of his lips.

'Ooo what will the nurses say...we will be all the gossip, it may even be announced over intercom: Administrator seen heading into closet after head diagnostician. They may even have there ears pressed up against the door right now….want to give them something to listen to.'

Dropping the file on the side she leaned over, her shirt was unbuttoned revealing more of her cleavage than usual, she ran her hands along his thighs, 'I intend to.' She smiled as she sensed House's shock in the silence, 'stand up.'

'Yes mistress.' Growling as he rose from where he was sitting, 'what you going to do, punish me?'

She giggled, 'That's the plan.' She placed her hands on his chest forcing him back against the wall.

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The throaty giggled went straight too his cock, he could feel himself getting harder by the minute as she forced him up against the wall her breast brushing against his chest.

'Ooo you play rough, I like it.' His hands curled around her waist sliding down to caress her curves squeezing her ass tightly.

She slapped his hand 'no touching, this is a punishment.'

God he wanted to touch her, caress her, kiss her. She was millimetres from him and yet he was unable to lay a finger on her.

He felt her lips travel down his neck as her hand roamed lower. It settled on his crotch and she began to stroke him gently, teasingly through his jeans, just enough to arouse but not enough to remove any of the building pressure. He tried to grind against her hand but she pulled it away. 'Na ahhh.' She was teasing him. He moaned, the pressure was becoming unbearable he was hard, straining against his jeans, he barely felt it as her other hand slipped into his pocket.

'So what's…..errgh…the punishment?' His breathing was getting shallow, the pressure from her fingers increased, she was rubbing faster.

Her tongue slid along the back of his lobe, he wanted to touch. Her hair tickled the edge of his face as her hot breath blew against his ear, 'What do you want?'

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She could feel how hard he was against her. His moans were triggering electric shocks through her senses. She wanted to take him there and then allow him to fill her body and release the almost overwhelming ache between her thighs, but she couldn't, she had to restrain her self, make him pay. Her right hand was rubbing against him as the left slowly slid into his pocket. Her fingers curled around the object which she had been hunting and she withdrew it firmly clutched in her palm. She brought her mouth up to his ear a long lingering lick beneath his ear lobe before whispering 'what do you want?' it was time to finish the tease.

'Anything.' His head was throw back his eyes squeezed shut.

'Anything?' she withdrew her hand from him, earning as groan of frustration. She tucked the object she had retrieved from him behind her back as she lifted the file she and slapped it against his chest, '2 extra hours of clinic should do it.' Her voice was clear and undisturbed.

His eyes shot open as his fingers curled around her wrist holding it against his chest. 'You bitch.' It was breathy and weak, sweat rolled down his forehead and she could still feel his erection pressing against her stomach.

'Ha, funny I was calling you a bastard earlier…revenge is sweet isn't it?' She leant forward ever so slightly placing a long, lingering kiss on his cheek before pulling her wrists from his grasp dropping the file to his feet. Her fingers wrapped around the door handle, turning to him before leaving, 'I'll leave you too…um' she gave short breathless laugh, 'lend yourself a hand. I expect to see you in the clinic in 20 minutes, after all,' her eyes lingered on his crotch before coming up to meet his eyes, 'it shouldn't take long to finish the job.' With that she walked out leaving a rather frustrated House behind her.

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The door slammed shut once again and House sat back down, the pressure between his thighs becoming painful.

'Bitch.'

He unzipped his fly, freeing himself as his fingers wrapped around his hard shaft. He hated her, hated the fact she was able to have that sort of effect on him, hated her for leaving before finishing the job. He wished he had fucked her there and then not behaved like a good boy and kept his hands off. He was half tempted to go to her office, force her over her desk, pinning her arms above her head as he rip her underwear from her body, legs wrapped round his waist. He'd tear her shirt open, caressing her breasts as he plunged into her, fucking her hard and deep as she begged for more. He wanted to feel her shake with pleasure her nails scraping down his back, hear her cry out his name as her orgasm washed over him.

He felt the pressure mount and then release before slowly ebbing away. God he wanted her.

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That had worked; although it had slightly unwanted side effects. The ache which had died down earlier was now back and raging through her body. She was very tempted to go and service herself but she didn't have time and besides it was never the same. The object was still clutched in her fingers. She returned to his office, gathering up the rest of the toys, before heading back to hers. She opened her draw dropping all his belongings in placing his Game boy, her crowning glory, on the top. She smiled…can't wait to see his next move.

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House strode from the closet, back to normal. His anger had subsided as he wandered down to the clinic, better get this over and done with he didn't want her to come looking for him again it had been unbearable enough the first time. This time the building pressure might just finish him off. Maybe that was her intention.

He delved into his pockets to retrieve his Game boy but his fingers wrapped around thin air. He patted down his jacket in search of the object…where had he put it?

Maybe it fell out of his pocket when he was accosted by Cuddy. He darted back to the closet and quickly searched within it…nothing, where had it gone?

He limped back to his office flinging the file down on his desk as his slipped open his bottom drawer…empty. What was going on?

He wandered down to the clinic with a heavy heart. 3 hours of patients and not even his yoyo to take the pain away.

The patient file Cuddy had presented him with still clutched in his hand. He scanned the name on the front Julie Wright, he announced it to the clinic and a young mother with three screaming children rose from her seat. Trust Cuddy to give him the worst one, maybe getting on her bad side wasn't such a good idea. He limped into the clinic the patient following his footsteps. House settled on the stool as the woman sat on the examination table the three children running around beneath her feet.

'What are you symptoms?'

'umm…err.'

This was going to take a while.

………..45 minutes later………..

House left the examination room. The screaming hadn't abated the whole time he had been in there resulting in a headache even Vicodin was unable to cure. Another 2 hours of this with nothing to pass the time. It was torture…what had happened to his toys.?

He was tempted to rush away but had a horrible feeling Cuddy would stop him in his tracks. He reached the nurses desk, slamming the file down before flipping it open to fill in the minimum required details. He looked at its contents, on the top rested a pink post it note. He pulled it off, scanning the file quickly before putting it in the relevant slot. Returning to the post it he read a message that could only have been written by one person.

House, I have what you want. Your little toys are safely locked away until you finish all your hours and any extra that have been given. Now we're even: 30/30!

He looked up to her office only to find her watching him, leaning against her desk; something was glinting between her fingertips. He watched as she twirled the key round once more before pulling her top forward and tucking it in her bra. She gave him a smutty smile and wink before turning her back and returning her attention to the files in front of her.

The rules had changed, the game was turning dirty and she was right, revenge is sweet question is how is he going to get it?

TBC

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