Sorry this one took so long guys. I've been battling post bombshells depression and suffering some major writers block. I think I'm just gonna use this as a cheer up method. Anyways… hope everybody enjoys.

Time skip: 8 weeks later. (I think that's the right amount for broken bones to heal right?)

Gregory House slowly rose from his dreams, easing his way into wakefulness. As his mind started up, his senses were flooded with now familiar, but always welcome sensations. His eyes still closed the first thing he noted was scent. A lovely mingling of sandalwood and coconut, and a smell distinctly other, but equally mesmerizing in its deliciousness. Following scent was sound, the near absolute silence of her bedroom broken only by two people breathing, one of which carried a faint snore that brought a smile to his lips. Touch came next, and he was hyperaware that beneath the sheets, near miles of soft, warm skin was pressed against his own. Finally opening his crystal blue eyes, he focused on the tangled raven curls, and the head to which they belonged, which currently rested on his chest.

The only way to describe how they were laying together would be tangled. Her legs were twined around his, and his left arm was wrapped around her, that hand gripping her hip, holding her tight to him. Her slim arms were around him, one up around his neck, where its hand was buried in his hair, the other gripping his right bicep lightly.

He took a moment to note that while he could still feel how thin her healing limbs were, they were recovering quickly, the atrophied muscle rejuvenating fast after weeks immobilized in a cast. He rubbed his thumb absently across the smooth skin of her hip. They had both been very happy when the cast had finally been removed. He remembered that night clearly. ..

Flashback ***SMUT WARNING*** SKIP IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT!

"Come on Lise, just a bit further." His right arm was wrapped firmly around her slim waist, supporting her weight easily. She felt her heart flutter at his gentle affectionate tone, and the rare use of a nickname, even as she rolled her eyes at him practically carrying her up her walkway. "Greg, we're both doctors, and I think when they take off the cast its only because my fractures are healed." He chuckled at her petulant tone, "Now now Cuddles, this was the agreement. I can go fetch the crutches If you prefer…"

"NO! I mean… I suppose I can get used to this." Her weak left arm was held around his waist, and she teased a spot above his hip, slipping beneath the shirt. He straightened noticeably and narrowed his eyes at her before reaching down and twining his fingers with hers. She thought it was so funny that the great Gregory House was in fact ticklish. It made him seem… youthful. More so than usually anyway, with his sense of humor, she sometimes swore it was like dating a 10 year old. She shook her head suddenly, Greg was nothing like a ten year old, some of the things he could do… She felt a flush rise in her cheeks. They hadn't had sex since the morning before the accident, the cast restricting her "activity", but there were things he could do with his hands and mouth… Wait. The cast was gone, so there would be no more restrictions.

They had reached the door, and he had released her hand to open it up, taking them both inside and flipping on the light with an ease born of weeks of practice. Her hand freed, she decided to clue him in on her mood by trailing it down over his back to rest on his cute little ass, giving it a generous squeeze.

He released a surprised yelp that had her bursting into giggles. He frowned down at her, a mischevious glint registering in his eyes as he realized his woman's mood, and plotted revenge for her laughter. "Two can play that game." He growled into her ear, before reaching down and grabbing too handfuls of her shapely rear, pulling her hips against his. Her giggles cut off sharply, and she ran her hands up his chest, pulling his face down to hers for a searing kiss, before whispering huskily against his lips, "A game?... oh I love games. I like to win." His lips moved to her jaw, traveling along it and down stopping to nibble at a spot just below her ear, "Well… it says somewhere in the good boyfriend handbook that I'm supposed to let you win." She let out a low chuckle that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. "Let me win? That won't be necessary."

He growled into her neck, nipping lightly, before he ducked down, whipping her legs from under her, catching her easily in his arms. They made it about halfway down the hall before stopping, her back pressed to the wall with his hard arousal evident against her stomach. She moaned into his neck before his lips claimed hers hungrily.

He became aware of how long it had been since he'd truly been WITH her. He had done things for her during her stay, and she had repaid the favor in kind, but there was nothing quite as good as having her heat surrounding him, feeling every muscle flex from the inside out. Suddenly he couldn't wait a moment longer. He pulled her loose sweats from her body, reveling in the fact that she hadn't been wearing underwear, the heavy cast not allowing it. She caught on to his urgency instantly, it fed her own desires, stoking the flames inside her, the heat pouring out. She tugged his shirt over his head, her hands going down to his zipper as her tongue laved across the expanse of his chest to swirl around his flat male nipple.

His manhood jerked in anticipation at the sensation, and his own hands joined hers at the waistband of his jeans, using leverage to hold her up against the wall. The offending garment was shoved down along with his boxers, freeing his aching member. He groaned when she reached her hand between them, gripping him, stroking lightly before guiding him to her opening, moist and ready for him.

He grasped both of her hands before lifting them over her head, taking her lips in a deep soul searing kiss as he thrust into her. He caught her moan of pleasure in his mouth, and it echoed his own. He allowed her a moment to let her adjust to his sheer size, already on the knife edge, before slowly he began to move his hips in slow languorous circles. Faster and faster his rhythm sped, each thrust taking them higher as he scraped against a deliciously sensitive spot inside her each time. Finally, like a damn bursting, her orgasm ravaged through her body, exploding sensation down to spine all the way to her toes. He was right behind her, releasing himself into her with a shout of ecstasy.

They were both breathing hard as they sank down to the floor of the hallway, him pulling her into his lap. He waited for his heart to slow its pounding before he spoke, "Well… I'd have to call that one a draw." They both simultaneously burst into laughter.

END FLASHBACK

A smile tugged at his lips, they hadn't ever really decided on a winner that night, though not for lack of trying. They were lucky to have been at her home instead of his apartment, because some of those noises. He chuckled deep in his chest, rather amused with himself. He really was fond of her home, though he was sure it could use a little masculine touch. He had already brought over most of his clothing, and some dvds. He'd decided he preferred her television so it had stayed, he really wanted his baby grand there. Suddenly an idea came to mind…but first, he had to pee. Slowly and carefully, checking every few seconds, he eased his way from beneath her. Finally free, he tiptoed to the bathroom, relieving himself, before returning to the bedroom. This would be fun…

Lisa Cuddy opened her eyes to find herself alone. She frowned slightly, rolling to the edge of the bed and dropping her feet to the ground before calling,"Greg?" Not a sound was heard. She stood up and started to walk away, calling out again,"Greg?" Suddenly a hand shot out from beneath the bed and gripped her ankle. "Gotcha." Greg shouted playfully, poking his head out. "Oh my god. What the hell House? Did you seriously hide under the bed just to scare me?" His answering grin was so infectious that she forgot to maintain her pissy exterior and smiled back before sinking to the floor beside him. She kissed him slowly, his arms sliding up around her back, holding her there as his tongue slid into her mouth to lightly touch hers. She stopped suddenly, "Hold that thought." He groaned as she stood up quickly and jogged to the restroom. She did her business quickly, stopping to brush her teeth before heading back out into the bedroom, "You know I never thought the space beneath my bed was that big. Maybe I should rent it out or someth-" She was cut off by his expression as she rounded the corner. It was serious and brooding, and the light in his eyes bore some resemblance to the one that appeared when he solved a case. Suddenly he blurted," So I think I should move in."

Well that was a long time coming…I'm sure everyone noticed the little bit of bombshells I threw in there, our last real sober huddy moment. Still sad, but whatever. My characters will probably be ooc for a lot through this, and I'm definitely not going to follow to closely to the timelines, but I hope everybody likes it anyways. I'm gonna try to update pretty regularly, and I just hope I don't have another gigantic gap again. No promises. Thanks to everyone still reading.