Thanks you for the reviews- ang catalonan, HouseAddiction, Inu-midoriko, HOUSEM.D.FanForever, Boys Don't Cry, PaualAbdulChica2007, KB22, glad you liked the story, that was one of my favourites to write, I actually do think the nurses would have a game likethat, you can see them all eyeing House. Also, I think Wilson would definitely be in the top 5, for being so cute, in an adorable, boyish way! What do you think?

Anyway, here is the next one, hope you like it...read and review, you knwo you want to!

Chapter 4- Music of the Night

14th September 2006

She didn't know what possessed her, but somehow she found herself on his doorstep. She had never been here before. She told herself she was checking on one of her doctor's, after all he had been shot twice in May and his leg had been fixed, well as much as it could be. Now September, he was getting ready to come back to work, after she had ordered him to have the whole summer off for physical therapy. Standing at the door, she heard soul music coming from his apartment, but he wasn't at the piano, a CD filling up his home.

She knocked loudly, and to her surprise he heard it, he pulled open the door as if he had been at the door, expecting her arrival.

"Hey." The smirk on his face just confirmed her suspicions.

"Hi."

"What are you doing here at Midnight?" House asked, his blue eyes blazing with curiosity. Cuddy decided it would be best to tell the truth.

"I don't know. I just wanted to see you."

House's eyebrows rose in surprise, but let her into his home all the same.

"Sorry about the music, didn't realise it was so loud." House said, as he let Cuddy in and could barely hear her after the door had closed. He made his way to the bookcase where the music player was and turned it down.

"No worries, I don't mind Smokey Robinson." Cuddy said matter-of-factly.

"You know soul music?" House asked supremely impressed.

Cuddy nodded with a smile.

"Fine then, how about this one?" He switched the song to another, and another voice flooded the room.

"Aretha Franklin." Cuddy said not missing a beat.

Another song came on.

"James Brown."

And another.

"Wilson Pickett."

House let the song play as he made his way to Cuddy who sat on the sofa.

I'm gonna wait till the midnight hour

That's when my love comes tumbling down

I'm gonna wait till the midnight hour

When there's no one else around

"You don't know why you came here?"

"No." Cuddy said, looking away suddenly shy. She had a theory as to why. She hated being alone now, there was only so much loneliness she could handle and it was reaching it's end. She needed someone. She needed House.

I'm gonna take you girl and hold you

And do all the things I told you

In the midnight hour

Yes I am Ooh yes I am

As he pulled her face to his, she knew he understood. He had this uncanny knack of being able to see right through people and read their minds. Other times it infuriated Cuddy, right now though she was grateful for it.

One more thing I just want to say right here

I'm gonna wait till the stars come out

And see that twinkle in your eyes

I'm gonna wait till the midnight hour

That when my love begins to shine

Within in seconds House captured her mouth with his, gently at first, Cuddy forced her tongue into his mouth letting him know this is what she wanted. His mouth was gentle, his tongue harsh, his lips soft, his love pure. 'Is this the same mouth that delivers such stinging insults?' Cuddy thought, as he kissed her deeply and passionately. He kissed with such power as if saying 'There is nothing else worth doing in the world right now.'

You're the only girl I know

That can really love me so

In the midnight hour

Oh yeah ..In the midnight hour

Yeah, alright, play it for me one time

One of her hands found her way up his T-shirt, as she felt the warmth from his back, muscles tensing with lust and she pulled him closer, the other around his neck feeling the scar left from the second gunshot, the possibly fatal one, she needed proof he was here, that he had fought through once again. House's calloused hands were tangled in her hair, playfully stroking her curls and pushing her skirt up her thigh, causing a strange fluttering in her stomach. One she hadn't felt in years. It honestly had been years she had sex, and even longer since it had been with someone she truly wanted to do it with. And truthfully she had been waiting years to do this with Gregory House.

I'm gonna wait till midnight hour

That's when my love comes tumbling down

I'm gonna wait, way in the midnight hour

That's when my love begins to shine

Finally House tore away from her mouth and left a trail of kisses along her neck, her skin getting scratched leaving her senses raw, while his hands made good work of her jacket. Unbuttoning the power suit, he tossed it to the floor, and lifted her top over her head. Left staring at an innocently white lace bra, he kissed her breasts, nudging around the material still covering them, until he couldn't handle it anymore and unclasped the bra, chucking it to the floor.

Just you and I…Ooh Baby

Just you and I Nobody around baby

Just you and I

I'm gonna hold you

In my arms….

She could feel herself getting wetter and more excited with each kiss House delivered, a strange tugging in her clit, wanting him to be inside her, she couldn't ask for anything better right now. Suddenly she bit down on House's lip fiercely even drawing blood, as he surprised her and rubbed her clit, forcing a finger inside the wet folds. Yanking the shirt off House, it followed her clothes piling up on the floor. Leaning back onto the couch, she felt House's erection between her thighs, trapped by the denim of his jeans, desperate to fill up this woman.

She unbuttoned his jeans and began pushing them down, teasing House, letting his throbbing cock free and stroking it slowly, House growled, begging her to stop and just let him inside. Cuddy smirked, ready to open her thighs for him, but to her surprise House sat up and stood up abruptly pulling her with him. Just as Otis Redding began singing about tenderness.

Oh, she may be weary

Young girls they do get weary

Wearing that same old shaggy dress, yeah, yeah

But when she gets weary

Try a little tenderness, yeah, yeah

"Bedroom?" She asked.

House shook his head. "Wall."

Cuddy looked at him in surprise, as she realised what he meant. All these years she wondered how he could have sex with his leg, and here he was proposing to fuck her up against the wall. She grinned and let him push her to the wall. Forcing his trousers down while House divested her of her skirt, both were kicked off, neither wearing underwear they were left them completely naked. They didn't worry about a condom, both were clean and it wasn't the right time for Cuddy to get pregnant.

You know she's waiting

Just anticipating

For things that she'll never never never never possess, yeah yeah

But while she's there waiting, without them

Try a little tenderness (that's all you gotta do)

She could feel his cock pulsating in her hand, begging to be inside her, to please her. As House lifted her off the floor, Cuddy forced both her legs to wrap around his waist and grasped his back, digging her nails in. At last, he entered her, remaining still as she shifted a little to accommodate him. She kissed him to let him know she was good, and then he began jutting in. Slowly at first, before speeding into her unable to wait any longer. A wonderful friction of heat, causing waves of pleasure to run through both of them.

It's not just sentimental, no no no

She has her grief and care, yeah yeah yeah

But the soft words they are spoke so gentle, yeah

It makes it easier, easier to bear, yeah

The song continued in the background, Otis Redding still singing about tenderness and when Cuddy looked at House, she could see an expression as if he was imitating the song and she smiled gently at him. Both needed this too much, they needed one another like never before. Both were loved so much though neither had been told as much. They were letting each other know.

You won't regret it, no no

Some girls they don't forget it

Love is their only happiness, yeah

But it's all so easy

All you gotta do is try, try a little tenderness, yeah

House followed the rhythm of the song, riding along with the beat, their stomachs tensing, their breathing becoming ragged, she tightened around him, until just at the crucial moment of crescendo, they came. Cuddy gasped as she felt warmth and love fill her, her toes tingling and curling against his back, and House felt the long needed release, growling out her name, trembling inside her slightly.

All you gotta do is man,

hold her where you want her

Squeeze her, don't tease her,

never leave her Get to her drop drop

Just try a little tenderness, ooh yeah yeah yeah

You got to know how to love her, man,

you'll be surprised, man

You've got to squeeze her, don't tease her, never leave

You've got to hold her and rub her softly

Try a little tenderness, ooh yeah yeah yeah

You've got to rub her gentle man, all you gotta do, no no

You've got to love her, squeeze her, don't tease her

Gotta drop, nah nah nah drop

Try a little tenderness, yeah, watch her groove

You've gotta to know what to do, man Take this advice

Cuddy sighed with happiness and let herself down on shaky legs, she saw the satisfaction in House's eyes that matched her own, as he kissed her again. He pulled away and Cuddy felt empty without him inside her, but felt relieved as he pulled her into an embrace, letting their breaths return to normal. He didn't need to ask if she was staying, he knew, an unspoken agreement between them. So slowly he led her to his bedroom, where she settled under the covers with House.

"Music's still playing." She noted, hearing the soft sounds of soul coming through the bedroom door.

"Let it." He said, stroking her hair, she could hear him already falling asleep and soon followed him to slumber.