'You know...'

Chase looked at Thirteen with a tiresome look, '"you know" what?'

'… I think this is going to be very awkward when we leave the elevator.'

'More like when we wake up,' Taub added as he tried to get cozy against the wall.

'Well, if we wouldn't have played this silly game we wouldn't be worried about feeling awkward.'

Everyone glared at Foreman, they all knew he was just touchy because of the dares he got. The four ducklings and Wilson closed their eyes after they got comfortable, either against the wall or laying their torso flat on the floor. A couple of minutes had passed and Cuddy leaned forward, setting her body to stand up and go to the vacant space next to House instead of staying between his legs. Not that she didn't want to be against his chest, it's just that her professional side was beginning to kick in. Yeah, great time to start, right after she participated in such a game.

'Where are you going?'

She could have sworn House was asleep, 'I'm going to sit next to you. If the elevator begins to work before I wake up and they find me there with you they are going to be... skeptical about it.'

'So, you're just going to forget all about tonight.'

'… Yes.'

'All about my name slipping from your lips underneath your breath?'

'Yes.'

'Okay.'

'Okay? You are okay with that?'

'Why shouldn't I be?' he shrugged, if she thought he was really going to let it be just like that... he was going to prove her wrong. She didn't answer and lay her head against the hard wall.

House couldn't sleep, the pain in his leg was driving him mad. It was bothering him earlier but as the time passed it increased. He rubbed it roughly and gave a quick glance to his left and noted that her facial features were relaxed and her breaths were rhythmical. He thought about why she always had to run away from her feelings... well then again, he always did. But he didn't want to run anymore. He wanted her, needed her...

forgetting about his pain for a moment he got closer to her, pressed his lips tenderly against hers, and caressed her cheek softly with the back of his hand. She was asleep, she couldn't feel – he harshly got back against the wall and rubbed his thigh trying to relieve the sudden shot of pain that struck him.

He groaned in pain and a hushed tone filled his left ear.

'Your leg hurts?' that was more of a statement other than a question, either way she felt stupid asking the obvious.

'I'm fine,' he spat at her. The pitiful look that covered her features angered him. He hated that she felt guilty about his leg, he didn't blame her... Although part of it was her fault. He never told her he was grateful that she left him with his leg, he could be a one legged doctor if it wasn't for her. But his pride and misery always took over.

'Is there anything I can do to help?'

'No. Go back to sleep,' a groan followed his words and echoed as a harsh spasm rushed though his leg once more.

'House, let me help.'

He pushed her hands away as they had gotten closer to his leg, 'I said I was fine.'

She sighed and asked herself quietly, 'why must you be so difficult?'

'Oh hush, you didn't come with instructions either.'

Their chat was cut short when a thud echoed the metal box. Startled Cuddy asked him if he knew what that was. The elevator began to move and a huge grin curled up her face.

'Wake up sleeping beauties!' If the movements didn't wake them up then House's yell would. And indeed it did.

'My god. House!'

'Oh don't be such a baby,' he told Wilson as he rubbed his leg. What he would give to have his vicodin back. He got up as best he could with the help of the metal bar and headed to the elevator doors as the others walked up behind him, eagerly awaiting the two to open.

'We don't have to work today right?' Wilson asked Cuddy shyly as the doors swung open.

With a scoff she answered, 'I'm not planning on working. We got what, an hour of uncomfortable sleep?'

'Why, Dr. Cuddy, who knew that you would take a day off just because of...'

'I don't want to hear it, House.' And with that they separated, taking different roots to finally get out of the hospital and head home.

She let the warm droplets cover her smooth skin, allowing her tired body to enjoy the sensations the warm water made to her muscles. Her mind wad going over the events in the elevator. How House had been, the dares she accepted, how she had rejected him. Told him everything was going to go back to the way it was.

How his lips felt against hers, his hand cupping her sex. She felt her body react to the memories and made no effort to stop the rising heat.

She ran her soapy hands slowly down the curve of her waist, led her left hand lower to cup her core which was begging for his touch. Remembering the feel of his fingers spreading her legs she traced don her right hand to mimic the action by touching her inner thigh. With her other hand she let her middle finger ticker from the end of her growing heat to her clitoris, then stroking it slowly, teasing herself. As she applied more pressure she ran her free index finger along her lower lip. Making herself moan to make it feel more real as she inserted her middle finger in her longing warmth.

How she wanted him. She wanted him inside her, she wanted to feel herself be penetrated completely. Not her own fingers that were just a simple replacement of what she wanted right now.

She couldn't take it any longer! Twisting the shower off she dried herself as quickly as possible as went in search for an outfit that shouted fuck me.