Sexy Cuddy

House took poured a glass of whisky, before he sat down on his sofa. Cuddy took her chaqueta and shoes off, before she sat down siguiente to him.

Cuddy: Have tu packed yet?

House: Wilson offered.

Cuddy: I can…help tu pack.

House nodded in agreement, and smiled as she stood up and turned around to walk towards his bedroom.

Cuddy: I think you’d just need a few things at first.

House followed her, she sat on his cama as he stood there; glass of whisky in hand.

Cuddy: On segundo thought, you’re not the most co-operative of people, tu may be there longer.

House: Here.

House handed her a weekend bag.

House:...

House found himself on the roof of the hospital when the dawn broke. He was in his gown, sitting on the very ledge. He was puffing on one of his cigars as the sun rose. It was so peaceful here. And he was feeling so serene. Until Wilson popped in.
"Mind if I take a drag?" He asked sarcastically. He was in the doorway, holding it halfway open. He stood there for about seven segundos before actually coming near him.
"Her mothers?"
"Cameron?"
"Cuddy."
"You showed her the ring?"
"Because tu refused to."
"Damn it."
He took a long drag, causing a good amount of ashes to fall. They blew away when the morning...

"You're good with her." Cuddy dicho as she watched House rock Rachel in his arms.
"Well, she already marked her territiory once she puked all over my camisa, camiseta so she's comfortable with me now."
Cuddy chuckled and moved to sit beside him on the sofa.
"You've been in my inicial for all of thirty minutos and have yet to tell me why you're here?"
House held Rachel out for Cuddy to take.
"Here. She's cooing for you." He dicho as he awkwardly passed the baby off and moved to stand up.
Cuddy rocked her baby a little before placing her in the basinet.
"...You got any food?" He asked.
Cuddy sighed and stood...

Three weeks later..




"OH. MY. GOD."
Wilson rubbed his face, irritated and slightly annoyed, having to have the same argument he had not too long ago.
"Don't. Listen to me, we had sex, again, unprotected at least three weeks ago."
"And why is that relevant?"
Cuddy wasn't listening to him. She was just thinking about what she should do.
"I don't know yet." She dicho curtly.
"Let me know when tu do."
"He is becoming less and less of himself the longer he's with me."
"And that's bad because...?"
"It changes his way of thinking. His decisions. His actions. I don't want that to be because of me."
"You don't...

Tom-"Hmmm, what?"
House-"Nothing"
Tom-"Interested in her?"
House"Nope."
Tom-"I'll be right back."
House-"Wwwait, wait, where are tu going?" *House dicho in a very concerned tone.*
Tom-"To get Lisa Cuddy."
Before House could say anything, Tom left to go get Lisa. House watched him as he confronted her, the 'ol so drunk Lisa Cuddy tried to step off of the table. Unfortunately, she was too drunk, and failed miserably. Her face hit the floor. Nobody noticed really, except for Tom and House. House still stood, not knowing whether to go over there o not. He decided he was just going to let her come to...