Here is a HUDDY chapter for you all. Very smutty and mature- you've been warned.

angcatalon- ha, ha, sorry about the bad grammar, and I'm thinking about a couple more chapters, but it won't go on for too long.

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Chapter 5- Saturday Night Sleepover

Cuddy sat on her sofa alone. She had been crying and drinking. Both for a while now. She felt as if her whole life had been turned upside down. When it had.

She knew now. Her daughter knew the truth. Cuddy had been too shocked to think about it before in her office, and hoped to speak to her daughter in the safety of their own home. Have a mature and rational conversation. But then House told her the news that her daughter wasn't gonna be home that night.

That stung, that truly did. But Cuddy thought it would be best to let the teenager simmer and cool off for the night. After all she could be feisty when she wanted to.

So here she was all alone, not knowing whether her daughter hated her or not, a stupid doctor having invaded her privacy, and her feelings for House being brought up again. Cuddy could remember the night vividly. She couldn't ever forget it, it was the best night of her life. Which brought surprising but happy complications with her in the form of Stephanie.

Cuddy always knew she would keep the child, but she also suspected that House wouldn't want to be involved. She told him he could, as much as he wanted, but she knew in her heart that she would never have her marriage, 2.4 children and picket white fence. Not with House. It was a blessed and cursed one night stand, but Cuddy didn't regret a single second of it.

Cuddy was suddenly pulled out of her thoughts by someone pounding on the door. She was quite tipsy and didn't want to see a single person right now, but the knocking wasn't going away.

"Cud-Cuddy open up, it's pishing it down out 'ere!" She heard a familiar voice call. She wanted to pretend she wasn't home but knew that wouldn't work, her car was in the drive and her lights were on, plus her curtains were still open and House would've been able to see her if he peered in. She knew she would have to face House sometime, so she stood up and trundled to the door swaying just a little.

She yanked it open and saw from the look on House's face he had been drinking too. Though a lot more than Cuddy as he stumbled in. She always saw a taxi peel away. Great, he was so drunk he couldn't even drive himself here.

"Here got you a gift." He said thrusting a bottle of scotch into her hand.

"Shouldn't it be me who gives you the gift. For being a father." Cuddy said. But she was already opening it and downing a couple of shots straight from the bottle. Hoping it would quell her pain of feeling like a useless mother. She looked at him and briefly wondered if the reason he didn't shave anymore was because he hadn't shaved the night they had been together.

"Don't worry, I sus-sus- Cameron it not allowed in the office for a week, no pay. Her punish-sh-ment for invading privacy and making your daughter cry." He slurred.

"Our daughter." Cuddy corrected. "She's our daughter. She always has been."

"Has been." House giggled. "That's me an old, has-been legend whose daughter hates him."

"Greg, She doesn't hate you. She just needs time to absorb it."

"Ah, so you're n-not worried that you never see her ag-gain."

"Not at all. She'll come round."

"So why are you sitting in the d-dark crying and downing Vodka."

Cuddy couldn't answer and instead glared at him while taking another couple of swigs of Scotch.

"Want some company?"

"I don't think I can get you to leave anytime soon. Though you might wanna take a walk around the block, the rain will probably sober you up."

"No it's cold out there." House protested in a loud, obnoxious tone, and he settled on the sofa, taking a swig from the bottle of vodka open there. The burning fluid raced down his throat and squashed more of his sensibility down. "Wow, you got good stuff."

"And not cheap either." She said noticing he had taken another three gulps by the time she switched a light on.

She saw House staring at her, smirking at her. "What?" She demanded.

House began giggling again. "You look like Alice Cooper."

Cuddy frowned till she caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror, and saw her was right. Her mascara had run from her eyes due to her crying and was streaked down her face. She glared furiously at House who was still laughing, and rushed out the room.

In her bathroom, she washed her face clean of make up, before finishing off her bottle of Scotch. It was clear that she was now very drunk.

As she stepped out her bathroom and stumbled onto her mattress she noticed another person already there.

"House, get out of here." She ordered though very pathetically.

"Noooo, too comftortabable. Just lemme sleepover, please." He said already closing his eyes.

"Fine. But go to the spare room." She pointed not even lifting her head.

"Your bed is comfier."

"House." She turned to look at him and noticed how close he really was. Their faces only inches apart. If neither of them said something, they would be taking a trip down memory lane.

"Would it be so bad?" House asked, making Cuddy wonder if she had said her last thought out loud.

It seemed as if both of them had sobered up immediately, and were very aware of what was happening. And she did voice her next thought out loud.

"No."

That was all he needed. Fumbling just slightly he unbuttoned her blouse slowly, taking his time to savour the beautiful sight, in case he would have to wait years again for a night like this. He stroked her flawless skin, something she didn't lose after childbirth. He watched her face as he left her upper body naked, his eyes never leaving hers wanting to make sure she wanted this as much as he did. He let his hands wander over her and watched as she shivered with delight.

She giggled and looked at him, before standing up to shimmy out of her skirt and panties.

"I wanted to take them off." House protested.

"Concentrate on getting your own off." Cuddy ordered.

The command went straight to his cock and he obliged immediately. He was soon on his back, naked, looking at Cuddy who was stretching out irresistibly over him. He burned the image into his memory for cold, lonely nights that were sure to follow. He was drawn out of his own thoughts and came back to the moment when he felt Cuddy guiding him into her.

He bit his lip causing Cuddy to grin knowingly at him. She knew just where to touch him right, and where to take him to reach his climax. Which he soon did as he thrust in and out. He hummed with the rhythm, he wanted to say something but couldn't trust himself to say anything that wouldn't ruin the moment. That was who he was, he usually did something that caused trouble to follow.

But as he climaxed and saw the passion and lust in Cuddy's own eyes, he knew that he had made the right decision just then. There wouldn't be any regrets in the morning, House would make sure of that he decided as Cuddy rolled off him and lay next to him, still close. And he wanted Cuddy to feel the same way, he decided as he travelled down Cuddy's body with panted breath, and stroked the inside of her thighs, grinning at how that simple action made even him excited.

Yes, House wouldn't give up the memory of this night for anything.