Prepare for oodles and oodles of Huddy this chap. Hoping I don't go too OOC but probably will sorry. There will be a little songfic action going on towards the end. Anyways… hope you enjoy!

She nearly sprinted to reach the front door, pulling it open to reveal her favorite blue eyed diagnostician…

Greg House stood in her doorway, looking devilishly handsome in a blue t-shirt, blue jeans, and dark Nikes. The shirt was stretched marvelously over his well developed chest, and the color accentuated his already stunning blue eyes. Instead of a cane his motorcycled jacket was clutched in his right fist. "When you're done drooling over my hot bod, we can head out." He gifted her with one of his rare genuine smiles and, catching her off guard, held out his left arm for her to take. She turned away for a moment to grab her purse, then wrapped her hand around his bicep. She observed his gait as the made their way side by side down the walkway, slightly off still, but a great improvement nonetheless. Her subtle examination stopped abruptly as she noticed that his car wasn't in her driveway. Comprehension dawned on her as to why he had requested jeans for their date. His bike was parked on the curb, his helmet perched on the seat. "No. No no no no no no. I am NOT going anywhere on that thing." She shook her head as she froze on the walkway, her arm in his stopping him as well. "Honestly Lisa, that THING is just a motorcycle. I'm an excellent driver, well.. for the most part." Her head snapped over at his use of her first name. he hasn't used my first name since… college. When she recovered enough to speak, she tried to get him to go in her car. He freed his arm from her grip, only to grasp both of her hands in his own, lowering his head until his startling eyes were level with hers. "Lisa…" His intoxicating proximity and use of her first name again made her breath catch in her throat." You can trust me. You will be fine. Just get on the bike." His tone turned a little gruff towards the end and he added softly, "Please?" The complete sincerity robbed her of speech, so she simply nodded. They made it to the bike, and he handed her the helmet buckling it under her chin. His fingertips brushing her throat as he worked the buckle were delightfully rough, callused as they from his guitar playing. After he was sure the helmet was securely in place, he held up the jacket, indicating that she was to put it on. She slid her arms into the sleeves, which were much too long, gratefully. Even on a warm night like this one she was sure to need it. He climbed smoothly onto the bike, and she hopped on behind him. She rested her hands lightly on his sides, not sure where to put them, and was pleased when he grabbed them, pulling her forward to rest them on his stomach. Her position had shifted forward, so her entire front was flush against his back. Warmth radiated from his body in waves, and she could feel the corded muscle of his abdomen through the t-shirt. This ride may not be so bad after all.

House smiled as he felt her relax into him. He had to admit that having her so close felt, well amazing. He hadn't shared this kind of intimacy with a woman since Stacy. With Cuddy's hands on his stomach and her curves pressed onto his back he definitely wasn't wishing for Stacy. Starting the bike, he drove off slowly, keeping well below his usual speeds, actually doing the speed limit for crying out loud.

They made it to the place he'd picked out, a bar he'd gone to on multiple occasions that he knew she would enjoy, all in one piece. He thought he'd even heard her giggle a few times. She hopped off the bike fiddling with the buckle until he helped her. He intentionally ran his fingers over her skin more than was necessary, enjoying the feel of the silky smooth flesh of her throat. As they walked toward the entrance, he decided to go for it, and slid his hand down her arm to take her hand in his. She didn't comment, just smiling slightly at the gesture. The bar, a place called Bernie's Tavern, was located in a colonial style brick building, inside it was all wood floors, a big wooden bar with a large mirror behind it. There was a dance floor set up in the farthest corner, away from the door, with booths against the right wall and tables nearby. They headed towards the bar, settling into the plush stools, both ordering a beer. Conversation flowed easily, as did the alcohol, going from a trickle to a flood. Her laugh mingled with his as they joked, reminisced, chatted about old times. Suddenly he blurted, "Dance with me. I haven't dance in years." She was more than happy to oblige, and she grabbed his hand, leading him over to the dance floor, where a few other couples were dancing. The song was fast, but they danced close anyway, his hand finding its way to her hip as she trailed hers up his chest and over his shoulder. Both of them were laughing and a bit breathless when the song suddenly changed. This time it was slow, opening piano joining with a deep voice. His hand on her hip moved to her lower back, bringing her closer, his other taking hers and bringing it up between them. She brought her free hand up to wind around his neck, her fingers playing with the hair at his nape. They began to sway, staring into each other's eyes.

Looking back on the memory of
The dance we shared beneath the stars above
For a moment all the world was right
How could I have known you'd ever say goodbye…

They both continued to stare, not noticing the other couples nearby, as if they were having a contest both were determined to win. His hot palm on her back ran in smooth circles, and when her shirt lifted he ran his fingers in random patters on the exposed skin.

And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain
But I'd of had to miss the dance…

Slowly, inch by inch their lips grew closer together. His eyes searched hers, looking for something neither of them were sure of. There were centimeters between their lips now, and in the dim light of the bar he noticed how beautiful she looked. He felt the sudden urge to let her know and acted on it, "Lisa… you're beautiful tonight." She felt his breath on her lips and shivered, "Greg…shut up and kiss me already."

Holding you I held everything
For a moment wasn't I the king
But if I'd only known how the king would fall
Hey who's to say you know I might have changed it all…

Not a man to be told twice, he bridged the tiny gap between them, molding his lips delicately to hers, for a moment. He immediately leaned back in for another, his lips moving with hers tenderly, trying to show her how he felt without saying anything. She kissed back with the same sweetness. She pulls back enough to speak against his lips, "Well if I had to choose a moment for you to actually listen to me that would definitely be one of the top choices." He grinned widely, "Not THE top choice? Now that won't do." He took her lips again, more forcefully this time, running his tongue along her lower lip, requesting access to her mouth. She gave it freely, her tongue sliding out to meet with his, timidly at first, then with more fervor, battling for dominance. They had both stopped swaying, too involved in their kiss to pay attention. Passion fueled the flames, their ever present sexual chemistry raged out of control. Their kisses barely tempered the heat, and when House caught her lip between his teeth slightly, she moaned low in her throat. The sound jolted them both out of their little bubble, and he let out a shaky laugh. "We better take this somewhere more appropriate. Wouldn't want to get arrested or something." Somehow his hand had drifted further up her shirt, and his other had relinquished its grip on her hand to rest on her ribcage just below her breast. Her hand at his neck had tangled itself in his hair, while the other had drifted to his cheek. "My house?" He shook his head. "Mine is closer." She just nodded her agreement.

And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain
But I'd of had to miss the dance
Yes my life is better left to chance
I could have missed the pain but I'd of had to miss the dance…

Okay everyone that's it for tonight… I'm thinkin smut next chapter, so for those who don't like it might wanna skip it, though you would miss some huddy bits as well. Must get sleep… I'll try to update tomorrow if I'm not totally swamped… OH and new HOUSE episode tomorrow! Anybody else excited? Hope you enjoyed it. The song is The Dance by Garth Brooks, very good, seems a great but sad huddy song in my opinion. Leave a review if you like!