Gregory House lay comfortably on an E.R. patient's bed, hands cradling the lower back of his head and his legs crossed at the ankles. He was avoiding his patients but then again, when did he not? He took one of twenty cases that came for him in Princeton Plainsboro. Princeton... He didn't like accepting it but he missed it. Here in the Red Cross all he got was the emergency room shift, he wasn't a head, and his boss was not eye candy.

House let out a sigh when he remembered the last time he saw Cuddy. He knew he shouldn't have done what he did and she'd probably hate him for it. How he came to her that night, knowing he wasn't going to be there the following morning. It was all so vivid to him still.

House had made up his mind about it, the hallucinations with Amber had gotten out of control. He needed help. It had already cost him his job. He knew Cuddy would have kept him, not fire him, and she'd even help but, House felt like a loser, having to go to the loony bin for being a drug addict. He'd rather have people thinking he disappeared. However, he had to see her before he left. He had to be with her. Her blood flesh and bone. Not a figure in his mind.

He drove in a cab to her house late that night, not trusting himself in a motorcycle. Nor did he want to let her know he was coming, that bike made a hell of a noise. Though he knew she would be a sleep at two in the morning, he still wanted to be quiet.

Finding the key hidden under the flower pot he sneaked inside. He found her laying in her bed, faced up, one creamy long leg had crept out of the covers, she looked stunning, even in her sleep.

House sat quietly next to her delicate body. He shouldn't have come here. At least, not for this. When he was about to stand and leave her bed, she made a fairly sensual noise that was bound to make him look back at her.

He was already running away from the world. He'd already made a ridicule of himself yelling he had slept with his boss... well, he made a ridicule out of Cuddy. Deciding on not thinking it twice any longer, he'd just observe her... Perhaps brush his lips against hers. She'd never know he was there.

And so he did. House took a long look at his ex-boss' body but couldn't bid himself to keep his hands from caressing her fully exposed leg. He lay his hand on her kneecap, that was as far as he'd go. He then allowed his fingers to trail up her toned thigh, pushing the duvet further up and exposing more skin to him.

He felt her get goosebumps under his touch and smirked when he found her taking deeper breaths. Daring his fingers to sneak around her inner thigh, he parted her legs a little. As his hand trailed up her hip under the duvet he leaned forward and studied every feature of hers, not wanting to forget her at all. Pressing his lips lightly against hers once more, House couldn't help himself but let the tip of his tongue tickle her lower lip this time.

He moved his hand back to her inner thigh and played with the edge of her soft laced panties. He thought it over... Was he taking it to far? He always took it to far. That was enough to clear any guilt he was feeling at all that night and let his fingers push her panties to the side. House blindly traced his thumb up her slit and searched for her clitoris.

He pressed it and smirked when he found her legs unconsciously spreading further. He began to rub in circles her soft nub and nipped her neck, kissing around her shoulder, soft, wet kisses. Her almost inaudible moan was encouragement enough and he tickled her warm center with the tip of his middle finger but not letting it slid in.

"House..." It was soft but his smirk turned into a grin. She was thinking it was him.. Well it was him she didn't know. It was when she cupped the back of his head and pulled him towards her lips the he noticed she was awake. She looked at him with lust filled eyes kissed him feverishly. Her tongue exploring his mouth and her lips sucked on his whenever he entered hers.

In on swift movement Cuddy pushed House's chest and was now straddling him.

"You weren't awake?"

"I felt you lay on my bed... I had gotten to bed about ten minutes before."

He smirked and rolled her so she now lay on her back, "you made that little moan, knowing I'd turn back when I was about to leave."

She frowned, god, she had practically dug her own grave by telling him the truth there. She needed to deflect, "And why are you here exactly?"

"Why did you let me go as far as I did?"

"You're right, I shouldn't have done that. Get off me."

House let out a throaty laugh, "Oh no, you were awake the whole time and let me get away with it. I want to know why... Though you did decide to "wake up" when I was getting to the good part."

"Why are you here?"

"I came... to see you."

"You can see without touching."

"You certainly did not mind."

She was turning red and he couldn't tell if it was out of anger or lust... Perhaps both.

He was brought back to the present when he heard his name being yelled three times.

"House! I got you this job, it wasn't easy. Least you could do is... Do it."

He glared at his coworker and friend, Benjamin.

"Come on! There's a sassy mum giving Bass a hard time and her ass is," Benjamin grinned as his hands gestured on how huge the woman's ass was. He was certain that would get his friend to at least get up and do something. He seemed to be quite down on the blues lately.

"Logan, I need you stop hiding. Now!" Cuddy had looked everywhere for him, under the beds, inside his toy box, in the bathroom shower, under the dinning room table, in the closet... Everywhere she could think of!

It was when she clicked her heels down on the stair steps that she herd a muffled yell, "No! I don't want to go! I want to Macy's party!"

"You can't. You have to come with me to Michigan." Cuddy tried helplessly to follow his voice.

"But why!?!"

"Because..." she opened the guest bedroom and searched for him, nada. "Because the nanny can't take you nor look after you during the weekend." Where the hell was he? She was going to miss her damn flight.

"Logan! If I can't find you I am going to leave to the hotel and you are going to stay here all alone!" She waited for him to appear at any moment. "And you are going to die," she added when he didn't do as expected. Her anger was rising and the lack of sleep she had last night wasn't helping with the stress of knowing she had to be out of the house in ten minutes to reach the airport in time.

"Liar! You are big fat liar!"

Confused, Cuddy followed his obviously pissed off yelling that lead towards the laundry room.

"Liar, liar, pants for hire!"

"It's pants on fire... Finally!" She opened the drier door open and found him crawled up inside. She wondered how the hell he managed to close himself inside. She wanted to ask him but only a frustrated grunt vocalized when she realized he still had his pajamas. "Ugh! You make life so difficult," she shouted at him as she tried to to get him out of the drier. He was applying all his strength to pushing his body against the round wall.

"If you don't get out of that drier this instant you won't get in the hotel pool, you won't have tv, nor will you eat the food you so much like. Know what I'll make you??"

He challenged her with his look yet she saw slight terror in it. Challenging her son back with a matching glare but a wolfish grin on her face she spoke, "oh yes, my so called Bugs Bunny food will be on your menu for a week."

"Ewe, no!"

"Oh yes, I am going to count to three and you better be out by then."

I have no idea why this has been so bloody hard for me! I still feel like this chapter isn't... Good enough. I think I may have a bit of a writers block. Please, if you have suggestions do tell me what you'd want on a review and what you thought of the chapter.

Full smutty flashback will be on the next chapter, focusing more on Cuddy this time... I think that will make it easier.

Thank you all for your reviews and I got a threatening one that made me laugh, ha ha. I hope I didn't disappoint my readers with this... I feel like I have been lacking confidence if it totally sucked I can always delete the chapter and re-do it.