This one's another cute. A rare time where House actually decided on the date, what's in store for Stacy? All the chapters are pre-show and before House became depressed. This way I can make House have a soft spot for Stacy, letting himself be vulnerable and all. I'll try my best to not make him nice all the time though, especially in the fight scenes. Which suggestions for would be much appreciated. I have tons of cute ideas, but only a few fights. :/ Most of the chapters will be in the same general format, because even though I don't mean to, it always ends up like that… Most chapters will have song lyrics in it. More often than not, the lyrics will be the way House expresses what he's actually thinking about and what he means to say, like I do in real life XD. It's the gateway to his soul and vulnerability… Or I might just be obsessed with the song, or it has no meaning. It's up for interpretation. Every Little Thing she does is Magic, the Police. Still own nothing.

Stacy leaned forward, her mind buzzing with sound. Her mind was racing, jumping from thought to thought, as she explored the contents of her next case. Her eyebrows were screwed up in a concentrated frown, and her hazel eyes refused to leave the documents in front of her.

House slipped into her office silently, observing her. His eyes passed over her delicate but confident movements as she quickly wrote some notes on a paper. He studied her face, her fine cheekbones, and her perfect eyebrows. His blue eyes silently drifted to her eyes, but she hadn't noticed him. She was so concentrated and absorbed in her work. It was one thing he loved about her – how she didn't give up easily, on any matter. She was one of the few women who actually could stand him and even reason with him.

In two quick steps he was looming over her. A shadow drifted over her papers, and Stacy looked up. Her heart skipped a beat when she came face to face with those familiar blue eyes.

"Come." He simply said, leaning forward on the desk. Stacy leaned back in her chair and raised an eyebrow.

"Last time we had sex in the office…" She trailed off, an amused look dancing in her eyes. House relented.

"The one time I'm not talking about sex," he said, "you actually want it. I'll keep that in mind for next time it is what I meant."

She grinned, and House offered his hand. She accepted, and he pulled her up. He gave her a short gentle kiss before leading her towards the door. She stopped.

"I have work to do…" She murmured.

"It can wait." He replied. She looked him in the eyes and a devilish smile played on her lips.

"I guess so." With one last look at her papers, she allowed herself to be guided away.

"Boy, it's hot." She said, squinting her eyes against the sun as House opened the car door for her. She entered the sweltering car, and House turned on the ignition, pulling away from their worlds of work and entering a world of play and romance.

They sat in silence as House brought them into town, both their eyes on the road. It was a beautiful dusk setting in mid August. Kids were out playing in the street (much to House's annoyance), and families were celebrating and simply enjoying the summer.

"We haven't had a real date in forever." House said after shouting some curses at a dog that had run in front of the car.

"That's okay. We went swimming last month together, and that was good enough for me." Stacy said. House, clearly unsatisfied, grumbled a response and turned on the radio.

Though I've tried before to tell her
Of the feelings I have for her in my heart
Every time that I come near her I just lose my nerve
As I've done from the start

House turned into the little ice cream shop on the corner, Supreme Ice Cream, and parked the car. Stacy stole a glance at him, amusement and curiosity pricking at her mind.

"This is pretty cheesy. Especially coming from you." She pointed out.

"I was trying more for a 'Oh, Greg, you're just so sweet and wonderful that next time I will have sex with you in the office!' kind of response." He admitted.

Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on

"I'll keep that in mind." Stacy answered, and House looked at her, a grin forming on his face.

"But first, how about that date?" She reminded him.

After a few complaints from staff and interventions from Stacy, the couple had managed to buy a sundae and made their way out of the shop. House put his arm around Stacy and gently guided her away from the throng of people waiting in line. They sat underneath a young tree on a picnic table, sharing the ice cream in silence. The sun dipped over the rooftops and gradually disappeared, the golden orange light slowly fading away. Stacy moved closer to House, taking another bite of ice cream. She breathed in his scent, felt his strong arm draped across her back and shoulders, and watched him savour the delicious ice cream. She felt good, she felt loved. She'd been with other men, but this feeling was a first, and she tried desperately to hold on to it. She let it flower in her heart and take over her thoughts. It just felt so damn good.

She closed her eyes and leaned on his shoulder. "You were right. We really need to go on dates more often."

House swallowed a bite. "And have sex in the office more often, too."

Stacy laughed. "And that's all you've been thinking about, this whole time?"

House's gaze drifted around them. "Naked or not, you're all I ever think about."

She nodded, a smile spreading over her face as a warm feeling spread all over her body. Fireflies started flickering around them, and they knew that later they'd both give into their desires, but for now, this was all they needed.

Every little thing
Every little thing
Every little thing
She do is
Magic, magic, magic
Magic, magic, magic