Ch 22: Bad News Travels Fast

The only thing keeping House from psyching himself out about getting married and settling down with Cuddy was the predicament that Wilson had gotten himself into. House was there beside his best friend when Thirteen found out about the baby's paternity and he was the one who offered to have dinner with the two of them to decide how to break the news to Foreman. Thirteen was a little wary of House's motives for being involved, but Wilson pulled her aside and assured her that House wouldn't intentionally screw things up for them.

"Why are you here again?" Thirteen asked House and Cuddy the next Friday as they sat down in an uptown restaurant to work out a plan of action.

"I was concerned," Cuddy replied, looking at the younger woman with sympathy.

"You just want to keep tabs on what's happening in the hospital," Thirteen said bluntly. "And you're House's fiancé now so where ever he gets to go, you tag along…"

"Honey, please relax," Wilson said, laying a hand on Thirteen's and hoping Cuddy wouldn't retaliate. Fortunately the soon-to-be Mrs. House held her tongue, knowing that it was a difficult situation that Thirteen was the man character in. Thirteen seemed to relax into Wilson's touch, a fact which House tucked away for later use in annoying his best friend.

"Foreman is a delicate being," the head of diagnostics began. "He might not look like a quivering ball of emotions, but that's exactly what he is and this whole process is going to be hard on him more than the two of you…ahem cheaters."

"House," Cuddy began, hoping to keep his mouth from getting him into trouble with the people that they both worked with and had to deal with in real life as well. House was having no part of that, however.

"Quiet woman, I'm working my magic!"

"Look. If you don't mind, the father of the child and I will try and decide how best to break the relationship off with Foreman," Thirteen stated. "You might be trying to help, but we really don't need it. We're adults!"

"I think you should just break up with him," Wilson said in Thirteen' direction, but keeping his eyes locked on House's the entire time.

"What am I supposed to tell him when we start dating? Or better yet, when I start showing signs of being pregnant?" Thirteen demanded, getting a bit annoyed.

"I'll be there with you and if he has any questions, I'll deal with him," Wilson replied, sounding more manly than House knew he was feeling. Foreman was a large man, after all.

"Fine. We'll do that, but if he kills you, don't blame me," Thirteen said. "Now can we please just get some service!" A nearby waiter hurried over and took drink orders, hearing the annoyance in her voice.

"Geez…somebody's feeling the hormones!" House told Wilson. "Good luck with that…"

"Shut up, House," Thirteen retorted. The wine came and things settled down a bit and turned into a dinner out among friends, for the most part. House of course had to interject potentially offensive or annoying remarks every so often, but no one was terribly surprised about that.

"Think they'll be able to make something work without killing each other?" House asked Cuddy on the way back to her place after the couples had said their goodbyes.

"That won't be an issue if Wilson gets murdered by an angry Foreman," she pointed out.

"I want to be there when he gets the message," House said, almost to himself.

"Why? You want to see the shock and pain on your employee's face when he gets the news that his colleague and girlfriend has been sleeping with your best friend and is now having a baby with him? Do you have a death wish?"

"No. I think someone should be there to protect Wilson, though. Christ knows he won't be able to do much on his own against the bear!"

"And a guy with a cane will save the day," Cuddy said sarcastically. She rolled her eyes. "I'll try to be around as well, hopefully he'll think too much of his career to take a swing at Wilson…we already know he can't get another job outside the hospital."

"Yeah. You might end up switching his department, though."

"That's what you're really after," Cuddy muttered.

"What I'm really after is what's under that tight skirt," he told her, looking suggestively at her legs.

"Keep your eyes on the road," she said, trying to mask her amusement.

"Don't trust me?" he asked with an evil grin.

"Just don't get us killed," she told him.

"There's something I've always wanted to do," he confided, knowing she would be intrigued.

"What's that?" she asked cautiously.

"Have sex while driving…"

She looked around, seeing the open straight stretch of road ahead of them that stretched for at least three miles. Sighing, she hiked up her skirt and kicked off her shoes. Her jacket was discarded into the backseat and she unzipped his already tented jeans. "You're gonna owe me for this one," she informed him, carefully climbing onto his lap and settling herself over his erection.

House chuckled to himself and kept his eyes locked on the road as she lowered herself down onto him, enveloping his hard cock in her tight walls. He moaned lightly, forcing himself to keep his eyes open. Cuddy was careful to keep her weight off of his right leg as she began to grind against him, resting her head on his shoulder to keep out of his line of vision. She rode him slowly, drawing out the feelings until he couldn't take it any longer and exploded inside her as they were turning back into the city.

Cuddy tried to disentangle herself carefully, without distracting him from the road and barely accomplished her task. "That was definitely interesting," he told her breathlessly. "I just about drove off the road a few times."

"We probably won't be doing that again unless we're in some straight stretch of land in a hick town out west," she said, adjusting her attire.

"I'll have to make some plans for a vacation, then," he told her with a waggle of his eyebrows. She couldn't help but giggle, knowing that if he were pulled over, his genitalia would be fully on display. He fixed himself before they got out of the car in her driveway but she made a clucking noise that he was curious about.

"Don't get all dressed up again…it'll take longer to get you ready for bed," she told him seductively. House had completely stripped before they even hit the bedroom.