This one is a bit different, and short, so you're getting two today. There's no actual sex in this one, but I think it's pretty steamy none the less. Or that could just be my personal fetish talking. :)

THE LAB

It was late, most of the day staff had headed home. Cuddy was finishing up some paperwork as usual, when she heard her name over the intercom system. "Dr. Cuddy, please report to the diagnostics lab, immediately." The diagnostics lab; that would be House. She couldn't imagine what he wanted, or what he was doing at the hospital at this hour.

The hallway that housed the diagnostics department was dead at this hour. There was no reason for the night staff to come down here. She pushed open the lab door. House was there, looking at a slide under the microscope.

"What is it?" Cuddy came over, her natural curiosity getting the better of her.

"Here, check it out." House pushed himself and the chair out of her way, and motioned for her to look through the microscope. He got out of the chair and leaned over her shoulder. "Do you see it?" She felt his breath brush against her ear, sending a ripple of excitement through her body.

"I don't see anything." She really didn't. It looked like a standard blood sample to her. It might have been a while since she'd done lab work, but she still knew what blood looked like.

"Look closer." House put a hand on her back and pushed her forward. She had to put her hand down on the table to steady herself. She could feel him pressing against her much too closely. His breath brushed against her cheek.

"House, what do you think you're doing?" Her mind was racing. She was enjoying his touch more than she would ever admit, but this wasn't supposed to happen again. She'd been very clear with him that their relationship had to remain professional. This was not what she called professional.

"I'm trying to get you to see the anomaly in this blood sample." House kissed her neck as he spoke. It send shivers through her body. He knew she had a neck fetish. "So keep looking."

She did as she was told, despite everything telling her not to. She couldn't help herself. She'd always had a weakness for House, and he knew it. "What do you expect me to find?" She spoke with a trembling voice as she felt his cane push against the inside of her calf, drawing it away from her other leg.

"If I tell you, that would be cheating. You know what we do to cheaters around here." He was smiling. She couldn't see it, because when she tried to turn toward him, he pushed her back into position, leaning over the table, but she could tell by the sound of his voice. "Keep looking."

She was trying to will herself to stop this. It was wrong, so very wrong. She went over all the reasons in her head. She was his boss, they worked together, he was emotionally damaged, he didn't love her, there were a million other reasons that flew out of her head as she felt him pulling her skirt up to her waist.

"I'm not cheating." She protested. Her protest wasn't fooling either of them. She knew what was coming, and she wasn't in any hurry to stop it.

"That may be true, but you aren't trying to solve the mystery either, are you?" He rubbed his hand across her satin covered ass. He squeezed each cheek as his hand slid over them.

"There is nothing wrong with this sample." She was getting excited now. Her breathing came quicker and she suddenly felt very warm.

"You stand behind that diagnosis?" House was teasing her with his cane, tapping it lightly against her soft, round bottom.

"House." She protested weakly. Her main concern was not what he was about to do to her, but who might still be in the hospital that could catch them.

"No one will hear you scream," House said teasingly. He seemed to understand what she was concerned about. It didn't seem to concern him.

"That's not what I'm…" She didn't get a chance to finish her sentence. The hard cane came down on her ass, attracting her full attention. The cane came down again. It fell soft against her flesh, more teasingly than harshly.

"Do you see the anomaly yet?" House wasn't giving up his little roll play so easily.

"No." She didn't even bother looking.

"Good." He hit her again, harder this time, but still not too hard. "I don't think this is working." He put a hand into her panties and yanked them down to her thighs. She let out a gasp as the force of it caused her whole body to shudder. She caught her breath and didn't say a word. "Very good." House approved of her silence. "Now tell me, do you see anything?"

She couldn't speak. She shook her head.

He came down harder with the cane this time. It stung against her now bare flesh. The only sound that escaped her were short gasps as she felt the hard wood fall against her soft skin. ilent. Cuddy had long forgotten about the hospital and who might walk in. House had forgotten about the pain in his leg, left unsupported as he put his cane to better use.

House's stamina was not what it used to be. He paused to rest. "I hope you've learned your lesson." He leaned on the table and put his face close to Cuddy's as he spoke, enjoying the look of pain and pleasure on her face. "You can pull your panties up now."

She glared at him for a moment. "Oh, thank you Dr. House," she mocked gratitude as she righted herself and got dressed. "By the way, what was on that damn slide?"

"Nothing." He smiled at his own cleverness. He gave her a hard slap on her now dressed ass, and she winced with pain. She wouldn't be sitting down any time soon. That made House smile even more broadly.

"You are one twisted bastard." She shook her head at him, smiling as she did.

"I didn't hear you complaining." He grabbed her arm and pulled her toward him. He wrapped his arms around her, his hands resting one on each side of her ass. He squeezed gently, and felt her body squirm against him. "You'd better get out of here before I get my second wind." He kissed her long and hard.

"You'll have to catch me first." She smiled at him, then pulled away and bolted out the door.