Hello once again. I know I haven't updated in ages (if you read Something More, you'll know I lost heart in the story). Truth be told, what I'm about to post, I wrote over a month ago. It just…I don't know. I'm not really happy with it…but since I've got this rather nice writer's block right now, I'm just going with it. :) It goes a little fast, but yeah…ya know. Later!

The Dean of Medicine closed her eyes, leaning her forehead against the window. The coolness of the night was slowly seeping in, offering her but a little comfort; utter exhaustion was wreaking havoc upon not only her body, but her mind as well. Luckily for her, it was finally the end of the day—one hell of an emotional rollercoaster of a day. The dream... The little boy... The soon-to-be date... The—straddling… The word tasted bitter even to her mind. Talk about being bombarded. She sighed heavily, hoping that with her exhale the load would feel lighter—but it didn't.

She didn't know how long she had been standing there, oblivious to the world around her, but the slight sound of a throat being cleared caught her off guard. Startled, she spun around, opening her eyes and blinking rapidly as light assaulted them. Her previously complacent face was marred by a frown as she saw the man perched on the edge of her desk, staring avidly at her. How the hell did he get in here without me hearing him? Sneaky little bast—

He made the first move. "You don't want that kid." Round two.

She sighed heavily, considering her options, before finally settling on the one thing she never did when it came to him—she ran. "We're not having this discussion," she asserted, brushing him off as she sailed smoothly past him. Upon entering her private bathroom, she closed the door, locking it securely behind her. She waited, body slumped against the door, but no sound came from the other room.

When she finally began to relax, a loud voice assaulted her ears. "You don't want that kid!"

Just pretend you can't hear him and he'll go away, she thought, rubbing her temples, the throbbing in her head giving her the lie. I wonder what time it is…I don't want to be late. Raising her wrist to eye-level and looking at her thin gold watch, she noted that it was almost 7:30. "Shit," she mumbled to herself, forcing her body into gear.

"Ya know…I know you're still in there!" House yelled from her office. "You can't hide forever!" He added sarcastically, "Well, at least that giant ass of yours can't!"

For once, House wasn't sure where he stood. Hiding in the bathroom was not normal protocol for Cuddy when they squabbled. Normally, he could count on her to put up a good fight, but ignoring him? That wasn't her. It was just preposterous…not to mention, no fun at all. He frowned, as if she could see him through the wooden door, and pulled a bobby pin from his pocket.

Got to hurry; got to hurry. Cuddy's mind was racing as she went to the sink, brushing her teeth roughly. Brush, brush, brush, spit. Brush, brush, brush, spit. Brush, brush, brush, spit—rinse. "Ah," she sighed aloud, smiling at her refection in the mirror. Nice and clean.

Her next task was her make-up. The stuff she had on for work was too tame in comparison with her dress. She needed something that would really compliment the bright red color of it, so she went for smoky eyes, neutral cheeks, and just a pale touch of lipstick. Don't want to overdo it, she thought mildly. Looking at herself in the mirror, she was rather impressed. In less than five minutes, she was not only able to get her teeth sparkly clean, but also do a decent job in "putting her face on," so to speak.

Taking a long glance in the mirror, she assessed her hair, smoothing some of the curls. Well, House didn't mess it up too much this morning…still styled pretty neatly…it'll have to do.

Shimmying out of her work clothes as quickly as possible, Cuddy folded them neatly and placed them carefully on the counter. Some would've said she had OCD. She preferred to call it being tidy. Tom-a-to, tom-ah-to.

Finally, clad only in her underwear, stockings, and high heels, Cuddy trotted over to the door to collect her dress. Just as she was reaching up to unhook it from the hanger, however, the door swung wide open, sending her reeling backwards.

"JESUS!" she yelped, reaching for her work clothes on the counter in order to shield her body from the intruder. Of course it's him, she thought, glaring at the figure in the doorway. Still kneeling on the floor, House grinned broadly, for obvious reasons.

"Greg actually, but I can see how you'd be mistaken," he spoke silkily, clutching the doorframe for support as he rose clumsily to his feet. "Where's a camera when you need one?" he mused. She frowned at him, while he just continued to smirk.

If Cuddy had been shocked when the door had swung open on her, she was downright appalled as House entered the small bathroom and closed the door behind him, locking it once more. "What do you think you're doing?" she tried asking severely, but with her voice tainted with anxiety and uncertainty, it sounded much more like a plea.

Ignoring her, he moved closer, taking a step nearer to her with each word. "You. Don't. Want. That. Kid."

By the word "kid," House had effectively backed Cuddy into the far corner of the room. Her back was firmly pressed against the wall and House loomed over her, mere inches away. Still holding her clothing as a shield, she looked up into his face, surprised to find that his eyes were directly on hers and not anywhere else.

She cleared her throat nervously, trying ineffectively to frown at him, "So I've heard…but why do you care House? This doesn't involve you." She went for a glare this time. House just chuckled throatily at her attempt in intimidating him.

Noticing how she had provoked the wrong response, a growl forced its way from her clenched teeth, and Cuddy moved her hands to her hips, no longer caring what he saw.

"Oooh Cuddles," he stared at her chest, "you sex kitten you." The lack of a top gave him an even better view of the girls than he had this past morning. Her body was stunning...perfect hourglass figure, flat stomach, long, smooth legs…and her choice in lingerie wasn't helping either. Lacey black boy shorts that matched her bra. Stockings. Garter belts. High heels. Damn. House leant over her, hands braced on the walls on either side of her. He practically growled at her. "You shouldn't even bother with clothing anymore—not that what you normally wear leaves much to the imagination anyway."

She smiled slightly at the comment, knowing that it was his version of a compliment. Her mind, however, was on her impending date and the fact that if she didn't get moving, she was going to be late. With a sigh, she surrendered. Hell, it isn't as if he hasn't seen it before. Quickly ducking out from under his arm, she strode over to the door, reaching for her dress. She knew he was staring at her, his eyes focused upon her every move, but it had to be done. Lisa Cuddy was always prompt.

"Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round," House sang, not unappreciatively.

Ignoring him, Cuddy removed her dress from its hanger, sliding it slowly up her body. When she had the dress up, she sashayed over to him, smiling seductively. "Will you zip me up?" she asked innocently, turning around and pulling her hair out of the way.

House looked down. The zipper began at her underwear, ending at the middle of her back—very risqué. Cuddy felt it as he touched her lower back, sliding his hand along her smooth skin as he zipped up the dress, pausing when he was done. Looking over her shoulder at him, she shot him a smoldering glance, purring, "Thanks." With that, she walked out the door, leaving a stunned Gregory House in her wake.

Seriously. If I ever update this again, I will get to the point. I just liked this juicy hotness and had to put it in. Yum, yum. You go after her House! XD LOL.