House immediately attempted to continue the living room's activities by pulling Cuddy flush to him once the bathroom door was shut. His lips quickly began an assault on her neck and for a split second Lisa Cuddy was willing to let him continue. Until she heard the voice in the living room
"House" Wilson yelled knowing his friend had to be home. He walked in to the kitchen placing the six pack of beer he had brought with him in the fridge.
"House" Wilson yelled again leaving the kitchen to head toward House's bedroom, assuming the only explanation for House not answering him was House was asleep.
Cuddy could hear Wilson walking around the living room and even heard him open the refrigerator. "House, answer him" she hissed in a whisper. She had begun to really enjoy her secret relationship with House over the last two months and was not ready for Wilson to catch them hiding in the bathroom together.
House just smirked. He had managed to refasten his jeans with all of his body parts correctly back in place. He leaned over and kissed Cuddy hard on the mouth.
"This isn't over" He told her swinging open the bathroom door. Cuddy almost squealed attempting to get out of the view of the hall way. She was confident House would be able to get rid of Wilson. She was not at all planning to spend her evening in the bathroom.
House almost collided into Wilson as he entered the hallway. House had left his cane in the living room and was glad he was able to brace himself on the wall.
"What the hell" Wilson stated "I was calling your name" he added.
"Yes" House acknowledged. "I didn't want to talk to you while I was in the bathroom."
That response seemed to satisfy Wilson and he followed House in to the living room. "Why are you here?" House asked
Wilson was a little taken aback. Yes he knew his friend was an asshole, but normally after solving such an intensely puzzling case, House was in a great mood, ready for comrodery and the like. Today however he seemed irritated.
"I knew you solved your case, so here I am with beer waiting for whatever celebration you had in mind" Wilson finally answered sitting down in the chair in House's living room. House just nodded and watched Wilson. It seemed House was stuck with two choices. One, he could tell Wilson to leave and spend the evening fucking Cuddy, which would cause Wilson to become suspicious and potentially ruin what he had with Cuddy, by forcing House and Cuddy to face the fact that they were in love or two, he could hang out with his friend and piss Cuddy off, which would potentially ruin what he had with Cuddy.
"I didn't wash my hands" House said still standing looking at the seated Wilson. "I have to wash my hands" he added turning around to walk back to the bathroom.
"What?" Wilson asked to House's retreating form. Of course House offered no further information and Wilson was left in the living room alone. This was not at all how he had planned his evening with his friend.
"What?" Cuddy asked House as he reentered the bathroom. She had been sitting on the toilet waiting for the sound of the front door to open, but now that House was returning to the bathroom, she stood up.
"I missed you" House told her with a smirk, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Cut that out" She told him, slapping him playfully on the chest. "What's going on out there?" She then asked. "Is he leaving?"
House shook his head. "He isn't going to leave" He told her.
Lisa Cuddy couldn't believe what she was hearing. This, the amazing Gregory House, seemed defeated so easily. Noticing the look on her face, House shrugged. "Personally I'd like to kick him out and spend the weekend nestled between your legs" He stated "But that will make him suspicious, which will make you mad, and this small…..small part of me doesn't want that." He finished letting his eyes travel down her body, his hands still on her waist. "I'm beginning to not care though." He added when his eyes drifted back to make contact with hers. She again slapped his chest but left her hand on him to rub across his now wounded chest.
"No, no" Cuddy started "I don't want to deal with your jealous girlfriend, I like being the mistress" She finished causing House to smirk.
"So what's the plan then, mistress?" House asked
"It's Friday, go with him" She told him "To a bar or something. That's not suspicious" She continued. "I'll be able to leave when you both leave." She finished her hand still rubbing across the front of his t-shirt. She could feel the lean muscles his shirt was hiding and was beginning to regret the idea of a secret relationship. Would it be so bad just to tell Wilson?
House again shook his head. His thumbs absent-mindly drawing circles on her clothed hips. "I want to play with you." He told her leaning down to kiss her. She let his lips take hers in a slew of soft kisses, but knew this could escalate quickly. House made her feel like a horny teenager and it seemed she had the same effect on him.
"Maybe I could join you in a bit" Cuddy told him pulling away "it wouldn't be the first time we saw each other in a public place." She finished.
House nodded. "Fine" he stated, not sure he even felt like going out for the night. This was beginning to be a lot of unnecessary work. A secret relationship should be fun. He leaned in and gave her a chaste kiss before leaving the bathroom.
He limped back out to the living room. Wilson was in the same spot, but now had an opened beer in his hand.
"House is you all right?" Wilson asked see House return.
"Come on, Jimmy, you're taking me out drinking" House stated retrieving his cane from beside the couch.
Wilson watched him reach for the object, but noticed something odd lying on the floor beside where House's cane rested. James Wilson was pretty sure it was a ladies thong.
Wilson chose not to say anything as he stood up and began to process the information. Was there a girl here? If so why hadn't House kicked him out? Something strange was occurring and Wilson knew it. Hopefully a little drinking would cause his friend to spill the details.