'I pick dare.'

Cuddy was really hoping he would have picked truth but knowing House... he wouldn't. Either way she could still try, 'fine, I dare you to tell me if you were jealous or not.'

She wanted to hear him admit it but odds were that she never would.

'Oh, you are quite the trickster... no. I was not jealous.'

Cuddy tried to find something, anything in his ice blue eyes that would indicate that he was indeed jealous. But all she saw was furry and if she were to look past that furry she might have caught a glimpse of dejection.

'Admit it.' She was positive that he was jealous. What other reason could he have to pull her as he had done?

'I don't have to admit anything. And, I do believe it's my turn. Thirteen, truth or dare?'

'Mm, dare.'

House wiggled his brows in the most suggestive way at Thirteen and Cuddy knew nothing good was going to come out of this. He then turned his head and stared at Cuddy, 'I dare you to... Have sex with me.'

He observed every inch of her as he finished his dare. He saw how her jaw tightened and neck stretched a little. Both her eyebrows arched as if telling him she didn't care but her eyes begged to differ.

'House, I won't have sex with you.'

'What is it with you women and not wanting to fuck me?'

'You are my boss.'

'Yes, but she's my boss and I had sex with her.'

'You only gave her an orgasm with your hand.'

House scoffed and was about to correct the young doctor when Cuddy gave him a "you – say – anything – about – that – one – night – and – you – die" look.

To her amazement, he kept quiet and it was even more of a surprise to watch Thirteen rise to her feet.

'Dr. Hadley, you don't have to sleep with him.' Cuddy tried not to give out the jealousy and rage in her tone.

Although her tone was soft, Thirteen felt as if Cuddy was playing a murder scene with her in her mind. The arched brows and titled head as she awaited for Thirteen to add something got her even more nervous. God that woman was intimidating!

Cuddy then added, 'you can pay.'

Although she was nervous she didn't like to show it. She would never let another woman know she was intimidated by her clearing her throat she commenced, 'unlike Dr. Wilson and you, Dr. Cuddy, I left my money in my locker.'

'Yes!'

Cuddy looked at an enthusiastic House with the tail of her eye and then followed her gaze up to Thirteen's cat like eyes, 'yes, of course.'

'You... Seem to have a problem with this Cuddles.'

'I don't have a problem.' Her reply was rather quick, too quick actually but she didn't really care at this moment. Other things were filling her brain. Like watching Thirteen stand with one knee next to each of House's hips who was right next to her for crying out loud!

He watched How Cuddy's teeth clenched and she scooted a little to the left as if to give the other woman more space. His heart was pumping at such an accelerated pace that he thought it was going to drill a hole in his chest.

This felt wrong, he dared Thirteen to fuck him in order to make Cuddy feel the way he felt when she gave Chase that blow job but, he wasn't feeling better. He was feeling like a traitor.

He felt as if he was being unfaithful. No! He didn't mean anything to her. So, why does this feel so wrong, so filthy? It shouldn't!

His brain and heart were working more than sixty miles per second and made a sudden halt when he felt the tall female straddle him.

'Do you have a condom?'

He indeed have a condom. Should he say yes or should he say no?

'No.'

A playful pat was felt on both his shoulders, 'ooh, sorry House. No condom, no sex.'

A sudden rush of relief traveled through his whole body, as if a huge weight had been lifted. But he had couldn't let that show, no. 'A dare's a dare.'

'Tell you what, I'll give you a lap dance.'

If Cuddy had some naughty fun with Chase then why couldn't he?

His one nod was Thirteen's signal to start. She circled her hips in one slow move and felt his hands grip her hip automatically. Rubbing hard against him she herd a soft groan come from House's throat which encouraged her to go a little faster and harder. She circled one, twice, and felt herself get moist.

But unlike her, House wasn't getting that much aroused. This wasn't the woman he wanted on his lap. These weren't the breasts he wanted to cup, nor who's lips he wanted to be nipping his neck.

He ordered his hips to buck in order to make it seem more real, causing the young doctor to hiss as she felt an impact on her swollen clit that had been pressed on with his thrust.

He heard how Cuddy cleared her throat at the sound of the female's moan and shift uncomfortably.

He groaned as he faked his explosion, hoaxing a shiver, and patting her buttocks, ordering her to get off him.

Thirteen was flushed and fully aroused, she needed to be finished off. Leaning back against the wall she heard a small little voice in her head, you naughty thang, you are on a truth or dare game, dare someone to go down on you and if that person chooses truth, you can always scratch the itch yourself.

She caught her breath, 'Chase, truth or dare.'

'Dare.'

You sly dog, seeing her in this state you can't help but want her to tell you to give it it to her. Chase grinned at his internal thoughts and grinned even more once he heard her dare.

Wasting no time he unbuttoned Thirteen's trousers and held on to the waist, pulling them down to her ankles along with her white laced panties. He removed her bottom clothing completely and she laid on the cool floor, not caring weather it was clean or dirty. She told herself it was clean though.

Chase's hands traveled up her long toned legs and stopped at her knees which were bent up.

She had to admit she was a bit nervous, once he spread her legs she would be exposed to her co-workers. But the adrenaline rushing trough her veins told her not to care.

Soft wet kisses were placed in her inner right thigh as a hand traveled up the other. Her back arched as he lapped his tongue lazily against her warmth.

He licked her whole with his tongue flat and flicking her clit each time. She spread her legs wider and gasped as she felt his tongue separate her folds. Her hands trembled as they reached his head. She ran her fingers through his hair and hissed as he sucked on her swollen pleasure point.

She bucked her hips and pushed his face deeper. The vibration of his groan making her moan in pleasure.

His name escaped her lips as one finger parted her walls. Another came along and curled up inside her. She didn't resist herself to come, her muscles tightened around his fingers, and his name slipped from her lips constantly but hushed. She felt herself pulse madly as soon as he sucked on her one last time.

She lay there, grinning foolishly in satisfaction and he gave her both her underwear and her trousers to wear.