A/N: Thank you guys so much for leaving such wonderful reviews. I was so thrilled that you liked my little stories, and I hope that you like the new additions.

The second story was very fun for me to write. I went to Italy this summer and thought that it would be fun to change the scenario and write a small moment about them in Italy. I really like how it turned out.

I don't know any Italian, and with the help of translating sites I managed to, hopefully, translate this correctly. But I really don't trust those sites, so if there are any errors please let me know so I can fix them.

Now snuggle with a cozy blanket, light some candles, and enjoy these little moments between our favorite couple.

IV

Frozen Yogurt

Cuddy was frustrated. That was the only word that qualified to express her state of mind. Her frustration could only be traced to one person. Usually it was because of him. He was her living nightmare. Usually she would ignore his snide remarks towards her, she aught to be used to it by now. But there was something about his words that made her skin crawl, something that made her incredibly nervous. The worst part was that she didn't react that way because of the obvious reasons. She should feel violated, and deeply uncomfortable with the fact that he knew things about her that no one else could, or cared to know about. She should feel totally exposed, but she didn't feel like that at all. In fact she felt the opposite. She felt special.

Yes, special, that was the dreadful word. She also knew that he was the only person in the whole world who could make such a deed cause her heart to melt.

He never paid any attention to anyone, except if it was important. Which meant that she was important, which meant...

Cuddy sighed audibly when she realized that she had allowed her thoughts to get carried away. She dropped the lock of hair she had been twirling between her fingers. She pursed her lips, and firmly set her mind to the task ahead of her. She needed to finish the budget report before three o'clock, so she really needed to concentrate on her work.

But she couldn't.

The frustration tingled her nerves, shooting through her body like electricity. Her mind was set on one thing, and one thing alone. Her eyes drifted towards the exit. The cafeteria was two minutes away. She could sneak out of her office, grab the carton and she would be back within five minutes.

Cuddy shook her head, and turned her head downwards. She pressed her pen firmly on the paper. She grit her teeth. Focus Lisa.

But she couldn't sustain the need that was overtaking her thoughts. It was so near, yet so far away. She tapped the pen against the plastic cover on her desk as she continued to read. Her eyes drifted again to her closed doors. She started to tap her heels against the carpet on the floor. Her eyes were now totally focused on the door.

There was no one in sight. He was probably out there somewhere, and she couldn't risk it.

He knew her routine, and it did frustrate her. She didn't know why, but she felt awfully self-conscious. She knew it was stupid, and absolutely ridiculous, but she couldn't help it. He knew, therefore she couldn't sooth her craving, no matter how excruciating it was.

She continued yet again with her work. Finally she threw her pen on the table.

Screw it. I'm getting my frozen yogurt.

She opened the door, and quickly she walked out of the clinic area, and through the glass doors that led to the cafeteria. She looked around, but there was no one in sight. She stopped by the freezer, and looked at the rows of frozen treats.

The containers smiled at her from the freezer. She wet her lips with the tip of her tongue, and stared at the flavors. Oh she craved them all. She could almost feel the taste on her tongue. The sweet, and luscious taste of strawberries, and the soothing flavor of the vanilla. Or the satisfying sweet yet creamy taste of caramel. But the one she craved the most, was the bitter, dark, and sinfully satisfying flavor of chocolate.

It was like a forbidden fruit. Staring at her, waiting for her to grab it. But instead of grabbing one of the containers she grabbed an apple. She paid for it quickly and headed towards her office.

She was pathetic. If she wanted frozen yogurt she should be allowed to eat it. But he knew, and because of that she couldn't have it, because then she would be predictable, and she would accept defeat to the notion that he knew her even better than she knew herself.

She opened the door to her office, and froze in place when she saw the item on her desk. Flush spread through her cheeks. She turned around like a deer caught in the headlights. There was no one in sight.

She looked at the desk, and approached it carefully. On the smooth surface was a container of frozen yogurt, the chocolate flavored, she noticed. On the lid was a pink post-it note with very familiar handwriting.

C.

Don't be an idiot.

You know you can't resist it.

P.S. You're a lot less bitchy when you're high on sugar.

P.P.S. You're ass is getting HUGE. If you hadn't noticed

H.

She rolled her eyes, but couldn't resist the smile. Of course he had to insult her so his good deed didn't appear so good, always so afraid of his precious reputation.

She plucked the pink post-it note off the lid and placed it on the table.

She took the lid off and dug the plastic spoon into the frozen substance and shoved it in her mouth. She moaned and took another bite of the sweet treat. She licked her lips, and felt the familiar guilty satisfaction. She sat down in her chair, and propped her feet on the table. She grabbed the container and went for another spoon. She realized that he was probably somewhere watching her, and somehow it didn't matter anymore. This was something she just had to accept. He knew her more than anyone else did. And he would always know her better than anyone else. Maybe that isn't so bad, she thought as she took another spoonful. The spoon froze in her mouth when she noticed that something was missing.

He forgot the sprinkles.

V

The Key To Your Heart

It was midnight. The stars twinkled in the dark sky, which hovered above the ancient city of Florence. On the bridge of Ponte Vecchio, two lovers walked hand in hand down the weathered paved path. They stopped in the middle of the bridge and looked at the ancient buildings by each side of the river. The lights from the building cascaded off the silvery smooth surface of the water.

Cuddy sighed in content and stole a glance at House who was watching the view with a look of bliss on his face. She was so used to him in the stressful environment of the hospital, or in their home when they were exhausted after the day. But now he looked relaxed, and the usual crease on his forehead was almost nonexistent in the considerably relaxing Italian air.

"What are you looking at?" He asked her teasingly.

"You." She cooed.

He rolled his eyes, but he couldn't quite hide the smile that spread on his lips. She loved to see him like that.

She placed her hand on top of his and rested her head on his shoulder. The fat moon reflected against the water. It was unbelievably romantic. She closed her eyes, and enjoyed the warm breeze run through her hair, and the sensation of House's frame close to hers.

She felt his hand against hers, and something hard and cool against the palm of her hand. She opened her eyes, and noticed a silver padlock. She looked into his eyes questioningly.

"What's this?"

"It's a padlock." He said it like he was talking to a five year old. Cuddy slapped him lightly on the arm.

"I know that, you moron."

House smiled in spite of himself, and raised a small key.

"This, my dear, is a love padlock."

Cuddy's eyebrows rose in surprise.

"Don't flatter yourself. This is for me and my intended."

"Uhuh. So I'm just a stand in for your prostitutes."

"I wouldn't call my cane a prostitute." He defended and raised his cane to his eyelevel. "Shh, she didn't mean it." He muttered, and stroked the surface fondly.

"Oh House. Stop deflecting and tell me what this is about."

"Well if you insist." He grabbed her waist to bring her closer to him. "A love padlock is a silly, and fairly new tradition amongst lovebirds across this wretched planet. Lovers lock the padlock on the bridge and throw the key in the river so their love will last forever."

Cuddy's lips turned upwards in a smile.

"I didn't think you were into these kind of things." She mused, and watched his expression carefully.

"I'm not, but I gathered that it would be a good chance that this would guarantee mind blowing sex tonight. Chicks dig these things."

"You know that you've already guaranteed sex tonight, so what's the catch?"

"There's not catch." He said surely.

"I don't believe you."

"Fine." He muttered. She leaned towards him with pouty lips, and he rolled his eyes.

"I thought it would be kind of cool to do this, but if you're not into it…" He grabbed the padlock out of her hand and stretched his hand over the railing so his hand hovered above the bustling water below.

"No!" She cried out and grabbed his arm. "No, I want to do it."

"Fine, if you insist."

"Give it to me." She ordered and he complied. She took the padlock and noticed that their initials were written on the metal. She bit her lip and looked into his eyes.

"Okay." She whispered.

"Okay." He murmured in return.

They grasped the key and together they locked the padlock to the railing. Then together they dropped the key into the river. Cuddy giggled when he turned her around and planted a heated kiss on her lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him deeper into the kiss. She smiled against his lips when she felt him respond to her.

"Scusi."
A thin voice behind them broke them from their kiss. In front of them was a very pissed off looking security guard. He glowered at them, and pointed towards their lock, and then towards a small sign on the grey stonewall behind them. They squinted their eyes and read the sign. House groaned, and straightened to his full height.

"This is ridiculous. 50 euro fee for this?" House groaned.

"There must be many thousands of locks here." Cuddy noted. "I guess we have no other choice."

"Don't be ridiculous. I'll handle this."

Suddenly House smirked before he put up a solemn expression. He placed his arm over her shoulders, and addressed the man, who barely reached his shoulders.

"Mi scusi, ma mia moglie è gravemente malato. Questo è il suo sogno. Si prega e concedere questo ultimo desiderio."

Cuddy's eyes widened but she didn't say anything. She had no idea what he was saying but by House's body language she could tell that it was a dirty lie. She tried to keep her expression neutral. House stepped forwards with the most sincere expression she had ever seen on his face, and tightened his arm around her.

"Prego. Lei sta morendo."

The man's face looked at him sympathetically.

"Mi dispiace." He murmured, then he extended his hand out.

"Ora, paga."

House's face fell, and grumpily he picked up his wallet, and handed the man a 50-euro bill. The man took the bill.

"Ciao."

House waved him off angrily, and took her arm, and walked away from the guard.

"What one does for love." He muttered under his breath.

"What did you say?" She asked him curiously.

"Nothing." He said unconvincingly.

They walked side by side in complete silence. She could tell that he was still pissed. She moved closer and laced her hand in his. She planted a kiss on his cheek and whispered.

"Happy anniversary House."

His face softened, and he brought their joined hands to his lips and kissed her knuckles.

"Happy anniversary."

Hand in hand they walked down the lover's path, and into the night.

Translation:

"Excuse me, but my wife is fatally ill. This is her dream. Will you grant her this last wish?"

"Please. She's dying."

"I'm terribly sorry", "Now pay."