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Here is the second chapter of this story. It's actually a flash-back of a few hours, taking place the night before the beginning of the first chapter. I felt like a "how?" had to be answered, it would be too easy otherwise. Also, there are some outcomes based on it, so… Enjoy it!

And, really, knowing what you thought about it would be amazing!

"The other nurse used to tuck me in," he had said, already sitting under the blanket, his back pressed to the headboard.

"I'll be on the couch. With a shotgun in my lap," she had said in a pompous voice.

"I'm not asking you to sleep here, I'm asking you to stay here until I sleep."

She'd shaken her head and had walked across the room to close the curtains before she'd sat on the edge of the bed, already regretting it. The room was barely lightened but she could see the malicious look he'd cast her.

"Lay down," she had said after a sigh.

He'd obeyed as she'd put the blanket onto his shoulders, rolling her eyes. "House," she'd blamed as he'd run his hand onto her leg, caressing her knee to make his way under the hem of her skirt afterward. He'd pouted and put his hand onto his chest. "Close your eyes."

"Whassup?" he'd said after a while, opening his eyes and smiling like a happy puppy dog, just when she'd thought he was sleeping.

"Sleep or I'll have to use the shotgun," she had ordered in a desperate voice while raising an eyebrow.

"I saw you in my hallucination," he'd said out of the blue.

"You're convinced your patient is dying, and you want to waste your time with a sex fantasy?"

"Exactly what you said," he'd approved, a silly smile curving his lips. "And I didn't say it was a sex fantasy."

"Was I fully dressed?" Cuddy had asked, hiding her surprise.

"Most of the time," House had assured with a look that suggested the opposite.

"How far did it go?" she'd asked, now a bit amused.

"You were about to take off the bra," he'd said with a pout. "But you decided you were distracting me! Bullshit."

"Poor baby," she'd sympathized with a mocking glare, to which he'd responded with a dark look. She had laughed slightly before crossing her legs, now embarrassed.

"You said the word syphilis and I was still hard, for Christ's sake!" House had added, in order to make her more uncomfortable which had made her blush.

"Why the hell would I say that in a fantasy? You're weird."

"You were helping me to find out what was wrong with the bus driver," he'd calmly answered, as if it were supposed to be logical.

"While …"

"Dancing," he'd helped her.

"Dancing?"

He had nodded. Cuddy had cleared her throat, announcing the end of that conversation and had gestured to him to lay down again. But House hadn't seemed to be sleepy at that moment. He'd looked at her, the playfulness into his eyes had disappeared, letting a deep emotion she couldn't name come back to the surface.

"House?" she'd called him, intrigued by his sudden change of attitude.

"Why did I have that fantasy…" House had murmured more to himself than to her.

"That's human, I suppose." She hadn't really known what to do or say.

"Wilson has the Bitch now," he'd added, locking his gaze with hers. "I feel lonely."

"Maybe it's just because you're a little perverted,"she'd said nervously.

He had leaned a bit more toward her.

"Don't…" she'd whispered, already expecting his next movement.

"You feel lonely, too."

"Not in the same way," Cuddy had pointed out, leaning back a bit.

"It's what you want to think …" he'd replied, approaching her again. "What do I want, Cuddy?"

"Comfort?" she'd suggested, running nervously her tongue on her lip for a second as he'd leaned even closer toward her, which made her lean back even more. She'd been almost laying onto the bed, House on top on her. They didn't look away, frozen into each other's darkened eyes. His gaze had been insistent, piercing her as a smile had appeared on his lips, only to disappear a second later, giving way to a more serious attitude. Cuddy had put the palm of her hand behind her onto the sheets so she'd find her balance and not find herself laying across House's bed, beneath House.

"Isn't it what you want, too?" he'd asked her, his breath brushing her lips.

"Not this way," she'd desperately whispered.

"So, show me," he'd whispered back, only at centimeters from her lips. She'd put her other hand on his chest to push him away, but she had found herself grabbing his tee-shirt and slightly bringing him closer to her.

"Your head," Cuddy had reminded him, hoping it'd discourage him. She'd known it wouldn't.

"My head couldn't be better, with all this tension."

"There is no … It's not wise," she'd finally said. He hadn't answered, he'd known it wouldn't be wise anytime. But it hadn't made her reject him when he'd erased the space between them and captured her lips between his, driving them into a fervent embrace. It'd achieved turning her on.

At that time, she could only feel the warmth of his tongue playing with hers, his body pressing against her own, and his hands taking possession of her. He'd been surprised when she'd responded to his caress, not expecting such a reaction. Her reacting to him that way had encouraged him to go further, running a hand under her skirt, along her thigh, while the other had maintained her waist, making her lay completely onto the bed, her back arched. And she didn't shown any reticence or resistance. Every rational thoughts had escaped their minds while he'd started pulling up her top.

"No bra," he'd noticed in a rough voice as he'd passed the fabric over her head. "Hi," he'd whispered when the garment had joined the ground and their eyes had met again.

"Hi," she'd murmured back, a slight smile painted on her lips.

He had kissed her again, unzipping her skirt as she'd reached for the hem of his t-shirt, craving to feel his skin against hers. A shiver had run down her spine as the rest of the clothes had continued to fall from their bodies, their lips only breaking'apart to breathe. And so she had trembled to the feeling of his mouth onto her flesh, drawing kisses, alternated by soft bites and his tongue caressing then sucking her skin.

She'd opened her thighs, welcoming the intimacy offered and it had surprised her how gentle and patient he'd been, taking his time while he could just have taken what he'd wanted right then and right there. But he'd waited for her before coming inside of her, groaning in her neck as he did.

Maybe they wanted the same thing after all.

TBC…

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