Title: A Teenager, A Whisper, and a Hooker?

Pairing: Dr. Gregory House, Dr. Lisa Cuddy

Disclaimer: I am in no way, whatsoever affiliated with House, FOX, or any associates. I am simply a fan of the show.

He woke up to a sharp knock on his front door followed with, "House, I know you're in there." Adjusting his eyes to the sliver of light coming through the dark curtains of his bedroom, House groaned and tried to roll over only to be stopped by the very sleeping, very naked Lisa Cuddy with her head on his chest.

"Lisa," he whispered, "wake up…"

"Mmmm, noooo… Go back to sleep Greg."

"Cameron's at the front door, so unless you want that sweet ass of yours to be seen by …"

"WHAT!" Lisa shrieked. "What the hell are we going to do? Greg?" she gasped as she fumbled with the sheets.

"Will you be quiet… I think I hear something." Greg hushed as he strained to hear whether or not Cameron had left. The clicking of flat heels on his hardwood floor makes him think otherwise so House does the first thing he can think of. He pecks Cuddy on the lips then puts his fingers on her full mouth as a motion to quiet her and yanks the covers over her head so all that could be seen was a small tuft of hair.

"House, come on. We need your help." Cameron stated as she neared the door to the bedroom.

"What… did you draw the short straw or something? Or did you just want to barge into my bedroom in hopes of getting a good look at my male physique?"

"Get over yourself. She's getting worse and we have no idea what to do." Cameron replies as she bursts through the door of his inner sanctum. "What the hell, House? A girl is dying and you left so you could meet up with a hooker?!?"

At this point Cuddy had enough of the young Dr. Cameron. Really, how dare she call her a hooker? I mean, yes, she has a great body and is a naughty little minx… at least that's what House calls her…but this little miss sunshine has just trampled on her last nerve and without another thought House was jostled in the bed by an irate looking Lisa Cuddy.

"Do I look like a hooker, Dr. Cameron?" Cuddy asked as she poked her head from under the covers. The look on Cameron's face was one for the record books. She froze; staring at the naked couple nestled under the sheets of his rumpled bed.

House looked at Cuddy and then at Cameron. "Get out." He said calmly but menacingly as he waved his hand in an act of dismissal.

Cameron turned and made her way to the living room after hearing House yell after her to wait there.

Leaning his head back against the pillow, House turned towards Cuddy and kissed her forehead. "Go" was all she said as she stroked his scruffy cheek. "I'll wait."

"I love you, Greg." She breathed as he grabbed his jeans and threw a t-shirt over his head as he limped towards the living room. Turning to shut the bedroom door, he winked at her and said "Me too, Cuddles. Me too."

"Alright Cameron, what do you want?" House asked as he rounded the couch.

"Cuddy? Is that why you…" she began

"That is none of your business. You can either tell me what you came here for or you can leave my house right now."

Cameron sighed. She reached into her briefcase and handed House the folder. "She doesn't have Kawasaki's or cancer. It has to be hereditary or something because she either never has enough blood, or she has too much. Her fever is off the charts and all but one or two of her lymph nodes are swollen. But, nothing that we do is helping. The steroids helped for a little while and then we had to give her 4 units and take her off of them…"

"Give me a minute. I'll meet you at the office. I gotta shower, then we'll fix this kid and I'll be able to come home and stay home." House acquiesced as he said goodbye to Cameron.

Back in the bedroom, House sat on the edge of his bed and slouched forward. Starting to remove his t-shirt, he felt delicate hands replace his as the garment was lifted over his head. Cuddy leaned forward and placed her lips against the skin of his neck and House leaned into her caress. "I have to go in Lisa. Come. Shower with me and maybe we can manage a little quickie before I go." House murmured as he took her hand.

As the sheet slipped down to her waist, Cuddy leaned into him and they moved toward the bathroom hand in hand. Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, Cuddy motioned for House to move closer. He did and then leaned down to kiss her fully on the mouth. With her hands flittering down to the waistband of his jeans, House let out a sharp breath and thrust his pelvis towards her. Cuddy smiled and slowly undid the button and lowered the zipper, kissing the trail leading to his hardening shaft. House placed his hands in her soft curls and tilted her face towards him. Leaning down he looked in her eyes and asked "Shower or bubble bath?"

Stepping out of his jeans, House watched as Cuddy leaned forward and turned the faucet so the water was just right. Turning the shower nozzle on, Cuddy stepped under the spray and waited for House to join her. As he entered the tub and pulled the curtain closed, House backed Cuddy against the wall pressing himself into her soft yet toned body. Writhing against his knee which conveniently was slipped between her thighs moments before, Cuddy scraped her nails against his back. "Greg," she gasped. "I need you… inside of me…"

Not one to disappoint, at least in the bedroom, House turned her around and she braced herself against the front of the stall. Spreading her to him with her perfect behind in the air, House gave her a little tap. She turned to look at him with her bedroom eyes, still a little shocked, but still very ready. "Will you hurry up," she moaned pushing her body into him. "Fine," House replied with a sigh as he thrust fully into her waiting core.

Gasping, Cuddy waited with baited breath for him to start moving "Greg," she breathed, "please."

That was all he needed. Holding her full hips with his skillful hands, he plunged in and out of her hot depths harder and faster every time. Rotating her hips on his massive, pulsating cock "More" was all she said and more was what he gave her. Moving his hand around to her clitoris, he rubbed her fast but gently making her fall apart in his arms. He knew she was close when she started to whimper as he stroked her fully, driving in and out of her until her inner walls clenched around him. A few more thrusts and her name followed his as they came together under the now cooling spray of the water overhead.

After regaining their breath, the two make quick on washing the sweet smell of sex off of their sated bodies. Drying off, Cuddy pulled House's old Jack Daniels t-shirt over her head, kissed him on the lips and brushed past him towards the kitchen for a much needed cup of coffee… as much as decaf could be considered coffee anyway.

House was off towards the hospital in record time. With a squeeze to Cuddy and a promise to be back as soon as possible, he was gone