Epilogue
House opens his left eye, squinting in the morning light. The bed bounces, first gently, then heavily. He turns his head, noticing Cuddy sitting fully upright, completely naked, hair in disarray, with her blackberry pressed to her ear.
"Of course not," she whispers into the phone, trying not to wake the already awake House.
"I'm sor – will you let me finish?" she hisses into the phone, "I'm sorry."
House cranes his neck to look up at her, and she notices for the first time that he's no longer asleep. She rolls her eyes in his direction, though it's clear she's referring to the person on the phone.
"I promise. Wilson, I promise. I will never drug you again."
House snorts with laughter, pressing his head into his pillow.
"No, he is not a bad influence on me!" she punches the bed in frustration. House lifts his head again, resting it on her thigh, smiling as he kisses the skin there.
"Okay. Okay. We'll be down in an hour," she punches the End Call button with a little too much force as she tosses the phone onto the bed. She looks at down at House as he continues kissing her, softly ruffling his hair.
"You really are a bad influence on me, you know," she sighs. His grin widens as he wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her down to lie flat on the bed next to him as she squeaks in surprise. He leans over her, his arms on either side of her.
"I know. I love it."
It's Cuddy's turn to smile as she caresses his scruff-covered jaw, the hairs tickling her fingers. She pulls him down for a kiss, but not before warning him, "We have to be done in an hour."
He looks at the clock on a nearby nightstand, "I think that's doable."
The End