Cruisin

Cuddy woke up and looked at the clock and found that it read 5:15pm. She hadn't gotten very much sleep the night before after her fight with House, so the nap was nice. She rolled over to put her arm around House, but found that he was not in bed anymore. She got herself out of bed and headed towards the living room. As she approached the living room, she heard talking from the front porch.

House then opened the front door and walked in. "I got pizza," he said to her as he held up the box and headed towards the couch. Cuddy followed House into the living room and noticed that he already had a 2 liter of Pepsi and some glasses sitting on the coffee table. She sat down on the couch next to House.

"I am assuming that your stomach feels better," Cuddy said.

"It still hurts a little, but cramming some food down my throat will help heal it," House said. "Mmm…supreme." Cuddy laughed at House's Homer Simpson impersonation. House grabbed a green pepper off the pizza and put it in Cuddy's mouth. She sucked a little on his pointer finger when he did this.

"Are you trying to make me fat?" She asked him.

"I just like when you suck on things," House said as he wiggles his eyebrows. House put a piece of pizza on a plate and handed it to Cuddy before he got one for himself. Cuddy noticed that House was slowly flexing his left hand.

"Is your hand starting to hurt again?" Cuddy asked. House swallowed the big bite of pizza he had just taken before he spoke.

"It's doesn't really hurt," House said. "It is more stiff than anything else."

"I thought we were talking about your hand," Cuddy said with a smirk on her face. Cuddy than wiggled her eyebrows like House had just done earlier. House gave her a big smile.

"He won't be coming out to play until later, even though he will have to be in bed before 10:00," House said.

"Why the punishment?" Cuddy asked. "You usually let him stay up for as long as he likes."

"I decided to take tomorrow off and drive to look at my motorcycle tomorrow afternoon instead of tomorrow night," House said. Cuddy didn't like this idea. Not only would he be missing work, but she wouldn't get to spend the day with him.

"I thought we were going to lunch tomorrow," Cuddy said.

"Why don't you come with me?" House asked. He knew he had to start working on his plan to get Cuddy in the car with him.

"I don't really want to spend a couple hours in a car to go look at a motorcycle," Cuddy said. That wasn't really her ideal way of spending Valentine's Day.

"You know it will be fun," House said to her. "I'll let you pick the radio stations."

"Why don't you ask Wilson or your new lover Chase?" Cuddy asked.

"Because I want to go with you," House said. Cuddy couldn't help but smile at that.

"I have to work tomorrow," Cuddy said.

"You said yourself that you didn't have a heavy workload for tomorrow," House House He could tell that she was cracking.

Cuddy's ceel phone we"Will you promise not to embarrass me?" Cuddy asked. "I don't want to go if I spend the whole time with a red face."

"I can't promise you that," House said. "Any other requests?"

"Can you at least promise me that you will try to not embarrass me?" Cuddy asked.

"Can't do that either," House said. "Next."

"What is the point of me going then?" Cuddy asked.

"To bond?" House asked to see if that was a good answer.

"We will probably end up killing each other," Cuddy said.

"But at least we will be doing it together," House said.

"I can already see the newspaper article about how a man and a woman killed each other on Valentine's Day on a road trip to get a motorcycle for the man-child," Cuddy said.

"Don't forget the part about how the woman had the word bitch written across her forehead," House said.

"That won't be in there because they will be too focused on the search for the man's missing penis," Cuddy said.

"Excuse me for one moment," House said. He pretended to be in pain just at the thought of it. "You scared him. I hope you are happy."

"Tell him to man up," Cuddy said. House then leaned over and pretended to have a quiet chat with his groin.

"We decided that you cannot come with us now," House said. "We will bond together." Cuddy laughed.

"You already invited me so it is too late," Cuddy said. "I guess it will be the three of us." House pretended to talk to his groin again.

"We decided you can come, but you will have to ride in the trunk," he said.

"Your penis said I have to ride in the trunk?" Cuddy asked with a smirk. House laughed.

"I admit that sounded a little pervish," House said. "You will have to earn your spot in the front seat with us, though, so I will have to ram you in the trunk until then." Cuddy laughed.

"You and your sexual innuendos," Cuddy said.

"I am the master of them," House said.

"So how am I going to earn my spot in the front seat?" Cuddy asked as she started moving towards House. House pretended to back away by lying down on the couch to keep her hand from touching Little House, but he didn't really try that hard. Cuddy started to rub him through his jeans. House immediately reacted to her touch.

"I don't think he is scared of you anymore," House said.

"I guess he learned how to man up," Cuddy said as she continued to rub him. Cuddy smiled when she heard House moan.

"I don't know about you, but I think I am done eating," House said as he grabbed Cuddy by her armpits and pulled her on top of him. Cuddy started rubbing her hips against him.

"So can I ride up front with you?" Cuddy asked in a playful voice. She continued to rub herself against House.

"So far you have only earned a ride in the back seat," House said. "Okay. That still sounded wrong."

"I guess I will have to work harder to earn that spot," Cuddy said as she sat up on House, continuing to rub herself against him.

"Oh, yeah," House said. House put his hands on Cuddy's hips. She then started to take off her top. A giant smile came across House's face. This plan is working out better than I could have ever imagined, he thought to himself.