Hello, I am so sorry for the lack of updates, I was in hell also known as writer's blcok. I swear it was as if every smut thought in my brain had left, and though that may be a good thing on the whole, not really for this story. Anyway that's the reason why this one may suck a bit, I just didn't want you to think I hadn't forgotten about this story, I will try and update again soon if I can get some good ideas.

Chapter 6- Hitchhiker

5th February 2007

He knew she had been at a fundraiser, and he of course hadn't. He only limited himself to three a year, opposed to her numerous ones. He hadn't been following her, but he had gone for a drive to clear his head, since it was raining, he took the 'vette out for a spin. And there he saw her, walking along the side of the road along a dark, back road in New Jersey.

In the middle of the pouring rain.

It was so bad, House wanted to stop at the side of the road, it seemed more like a fucking monsoon to him, he just wanted to stop and wait for it to let up a bit.

And that was when he saw her walking.

"Hey CUDDY!" He cried out the window, she turned around and blinked wildly, searching for him in the outdoor shower. She walked slowly to him, wary of who it was. Only when she got closer did she realise.

"House, what are you doing here?"

"Out for a drive, need a lift?" He asked, genuinely concerned for once.

"Yeah, my car broke down a mile back."

"You've been walking for a mile, get in then." He cried. Cuddy immediately did so, anything to get out of the extremely wet weather.

"You got any spare clothes?" Cuddy asked as she realised she was getting water all over the leather seats.

"Uh-no." House said in a 'duh' tone.

"Fine then, I'll just let your precious leather get soaked." Cuddy grumbled, hating sitting there in sodden clothes.

"Take my shirt then." House said pulling it off, leaving him with his t-shirt. Though he did get a bit excited about the idea of Cuddy wearing his shirt.

Cuddy clambered into the backseat, there was no way she was taking her clothes off right in front of House. She managed to wriggle out of the dress, House was a gentlemen for once and didn't turn around or look in the rear-view mirror. She chucked the dress to the floor and cursed under her breath when she realised her underwear was wet too.

Surreptitiously as she could, she dragged the shirt on, then removed her bra and underwear off awkwardly, but was finally and thankfully dryer now. After walking a mile in the beating rain, she was sure to get a cold, didn't want to do anything to help it along now.

"What are you doing?" House asked when Cuddy made no move to return to the front seat.

"I'm staying here."

"Why?"

"No reason, more room back here." She said abruptly.

"Cuddy…" House said in a sing-song voice.

"I had to take my underwear off too." She snapped through gritted teeth.

"What?" House asked turning round with a delighted grin. He was met with the sight of a Cuddy sitting tightly in a ball in the corner of the seat, letting nothing show, to House's disappointment. "You mean you're naked under there?"

"YES!" Cuddy cried, her face going red, she pulled House's shirt tighter around herself, but that just embedded House's scent further into her body and brain. God, whatever she did, she was screwed. 'Bad choice of words.' She told herself.

House was still smirking at her, oh this was better than he could have ever planned it. They were stranded along an empty road, the rain beating down outside and Cuddy was wearing only his shirt. House smiled as he tried to think of a plan to get her into his lap.

Cuddy was pulled out of her thoughts about what to do, by House's head suddenly appearing next to her. "What are you doing?" He had managed to push his seat back and down, so he was reclining across the length of the car now.

"Getting comfy, the rain's gonna be a while, thought I might take a nap." House said innocently, even adding some puppy dog eyes. But Cuddy wasn't easily fooled, she knew he was up to something, something that meant she would be losing her shirt. 'His shirt, you mean.'

But Cuddy wasn't going to give in, she could control herself around House. She could. 'I hope.'

"So how was the fundraiser, I'm gonna guess in that little black dress, you had about every man there hitting on you." House said with a sly grin. Though Cuddy was sure she saw a flash of possession in his eyes.

"About that, of course I told them to go back to their wives, I wasn't gonna be anyone's one-night stand." Cuddy informed him strongly.

"A woman of standards, good to know."

"Complete opposite of you." Cuddy snapped back.

"Opposites attract." House murmured softly. But she still heard him.

"Is that your way of saying you like me?" Cuddy asked dangerously, her mouth curled into a wicked smile House just wanted to kiss away.

"No that's my way of saying you are attractive, something I can never deny, but I don't like you." House explained slowly, this wasn't meant to happen. They bantered on a regular basis, well every day actually, and it was something they both thrived upon even if it left them both sexually frustrated.

But that was it, they were both left sexually frustrated, they didn't act upon it with another person, they just went their separate ways and dealt with themselves. They never called upon each other to sate their huger.

But it seemed Cuddy wanted to change the rules.

"You're lying." She said softly, her voice dulled by the rain.

"Prove it." House said, turning round his head to the side where he was met with her bare thighs.

Before he could peruse her entire body, in his shirt, her mouth was over his. He smiled against her mouth, as she moaned gleefully, his mouth was warm and gently compared to the weather outside. It was a haven, being in this car right now with just him.

Somehow she managed to clamber over the front seat so she was carefully straddling House in the driving seat, still pushed back. House's hands rode up his shirt, neatly tickling over her ribs and cupping her breasts, flicking her nipples ruthlessly as she squirmed with anticipation.

It may have only been one night, a long, long time ago. It had been his Graduation present from Michigan University, his one night with the woman who had avoided him all year. He had gladly taught her all he knew, in the area he knew best. And even Cuddy couldn't deny he knew how to treat a woman in bed.

And after all these years, he still knew how. Cuddy smiled at the memories as she peeled off his t-shirt, able to tear away from his talented mouth for a few seconds. House smiled as he finally pushed his shirt from Cuddy's bare shoulders, leaving his staring at her naked body perched above him. He gasped at the beautiful sight before him, it was as good as he remembered in those lonely nights in his bed.

"Lisa…" He whispered, as she leant to nuzzle his neck in a way she knew he adored.

"Yes?"

"It's been too long."

"I know, we'd better make up for lost time then." She let her hands wander down to his lap where she expertly unbuckled his jeans and unbuttoned them, wrapping her silky soft fingers delicately around his length, already pulsating with desire. Her grin sneered in delight as she tightened her grip pushing him further to the edge, closer to climaxing.

"No, not yet." He protested.

"Why?"

"I want-to be…inside you-" He pleaded.

"Say it then." Cuddy said, for once in full control. Even though House had one hand buried in her hair and the other one travelling closer to her nether regions. But she didn't want him to, she was already wet and didn't want to lose her country. She used her other hand to grip his head sharply and tugged at his short hair. "Greg…"

"I like you." He said staring in her eyes.

"I know you do." Before he could come up with a snarky comment or take it back, she pressed her lips to his and plunged over him. She swallowed his groan and wriggled about on him. She pulled away, needing oxygen, and began gyrating quickly over him.

House watched her with a grin and could swear she was following the rhythm of the rainstorm surrounding them. He noticed behind Cuddy the windows were steaming up, causing more sweat to form on her body, making it easier for them to join together and slide together, becoming one at last.

"Nearly there." House grinned as Cuddy moved her hair out of her eyes then gripped his face in a gentle but possessive caress.

"Just about." Cuddy said, gripping him in another kiss, as her thighs tensed and House felt her clenching around him, owning him, gripping him as if to never let go.

He then finally realised, he didn't want her to let go. Who cares if he had to admit to the world he liked her, loved her, needed her, wanted her. He did, and he wasn't gonna give her up this time.

"Lisa!" He cried as his own orgasm exploded above him. "Lisa," He whispered slowly against her neck, while her tongue twirled in his ear, making House squirm.

"Yes, Greg?" Her voice rumbled throughout him.

"I do like you."

"I know you do. Just as much as I like you." She continued her ministrations from her hands and mouth.

"Lisa?"

"What now?" She asked annoyed at the interruptions.

"The rain's stopped."

"Oh. Let's go home then." She said with a wicked, knowing grin which House matched.