(See chapter 1)

Disclaimer: I do not own House at all

A/N: Okay yea sorry about before guys. After I re-read this chapter I realized I really didnt want it to be just smut. I want tu guys to see más of how the Huddy relationship - in this story at least - really is. So I hope this chapter is better and I hope tu guys like it

Thanks to Audrey for beta-ing this chapter and lensti16 and JirayasGirl for telling me the right spelling for Messiah lol.

Sorry for the delay though I passed out the first night and yesterday I was cleaning... please...

ENJOY!

The morning ended a little too soon for the infamous diagnostician. House had easily solved his case and was waiting in his office for Wilson to go to lunch. Cuddy was trying to relax before lunch. She's been in meetings with the board, employees, interviewees, donors, she was tired. For her the morning didn't end soon enough.

Once House saw his best friend heading towards the elevator, he stood up and followed, barely making it in.

"Hey buddy boy, why did tu leave? Chase was so crushed." House said, referring to that mornings antics.

"Because unlike some doctors I know, I actually see patients and do my job." Wilson hinted sarcastically.

"Like who?" House played dumb. "Oh tu mean like Dr. Foreman? Oh yeah that guy is so lazy, not sure why I keep him around."

Wilson rolled his eyes and shook his head as they got off the elevator. As they stepped off their ran into Cuddy and exchanged smiles.

"Dr. Cuddy," House greeted. "We're about to go eat lunch, would tu like to come with us? Wilson's paying."

Cuddy smiled and shook her head. "Thank you, but I can pay for my own lunch."

"Yes House, it's a funny new concept I think tu might enjoy. Why don't tu try it?" Wilson asked as the trio headed off to the cafeteria.

"Oh I would, but I don't want to hurt your feelings and start paying for myself. I know how much tu like paying." House sounded almost caring.

He quickly cut in front of Wilson and began to grab his food. He knew that if he was in front Wilson had no choice but to pay for his lunch. What he didn't count on, though, was his girlfriend being a saint.

"House!" Cuddy instantly scolded as she grabbed his arm and pulled him behind her. "Wait in line and be nice."

"But mom," House whined. "I don't wanna." He pouted.

"Behave," she told him. If he wanted to act like a child, she'd treat him as such. He opened his mouth to say something else, but stopped when Cuddy sent him one of her infamous glares, already tired from her morning. There were sometimes when House didn't want to get on Cuddy's bad side and this was one of those times.

"Cuddy, tu are the Messiah!" Wilson exclaimed. "You have learned the secrets to control House, and the world is saved."

When they chose a booth in the back to sit at, Wilson sat opposite House and Cuddy, and Cuddy sat siguiente to the wall. Wilson stared at the two curiously to see if their behavior towards each other had changed since they had started dating. The only thing he could note was that Cuddy was sitting closer to House, but still only por a little - they did sit pretty close the rare times they ate lunch together.

House reached over to Cuddy's plate and estola a bite of her salad. Cuddy slapped his hand as he tried again. "Stop that. If tu want a ensalada go get your own. I'm starving. This morning someone made me almost late for work so I didn't get a chance to eat breakfast."

"I'm not the one who dicho 'oh god ple-'" Before House could finish his sentence Cuddy had smacked him over the head.

"Don't tu dare talk about that o anything else that happens between us in front of Wilson o anyone - especially not in the hospital," Cuddy quickly lectured, trying to keep her reputation intact.

Wilson shook his head and laughed at the two. Things between them haven't changed one bit. They acted the same way. The only difference is now, behind closed doors, they have sex. Everything else seemed completely consistent to their pre-relationship relationship.

"How do tu do it?" Wilson finally asked. The couple merely looked at Wilson in confusion. "How do tu have so much power over him and how is it that tu two seem completely normal and not mushy gushy o trying to kill each other o anything?"

Cuddy smiled as she and House looked at each other. They were mushy, when they weren't in public. They still wanted to kill each other, but somehow the other person - usually House - would find a way to soften the other up. To them that was normal, they had always been that way towards each other and they always would, before and after their relationship.

So as an answer, Cuddy simply shrugged. "I guess we just know how to separate business and pleasure," she lied. Though they did know how to keep their lives separate - usually - she knew that wasn't the real reason, but Wilson didn't need to know why. It could just be their little secret.

Wilson could tell she was lying, He always knew how to read them. He just kept that to himself. It came in handy, but he just smiled and accepted it. He was happy for them and he wouldn't want to ruin the secret.

As the end of lunch neared, Cuddy suddenly remembered something. "House, tomorrow I'm coming in to finish some work before we go to out with Rachel on Sunday. I expect tu to try to finish your clinic duty then," she told him and went on before he could protest. "I am also going to mostrar around the new Head of Pediatrics since tu annoyed the other one in quitting."

"Hey, I did tu a favor," House immediately defended. "That man was in his 60s and still hitting on you. Plus he was too nice. He had some hidden motive."

Cuddy rolled her eyes. "Just because a man is nice and complimented me in a nonsexual way, doesn't mean he's hitting on me and is a mad scientist like you."

Wilson couldn't help but laugh at his two friends as they continued to bicker. Lunch with a show, who could ask for more? Those two should start charging anyone who has the pleasure of watching them.

That night, House agreed to making Cuddy dinner. Ever since she found out what a phenomenal cook he was, she just couldn't get enough of it. She even broke her sugar diet a few times to try whatever desserts he whipped up, though she only broke it for a small piece - she didn't want to let herself go anytime soon.

House laid out a meal made for a king, at least in Cuddy's opinion it was. For Rachel, he made his own special mush so she could eat it, though she was nearly 3 years old she could never be too safe. What he made was mashed up tomate pastas, pasta with parmesans cheese sprinkled over it. Everything cut into tiny pieces that he was sure not even a one año old could choke on.

For Cuddy, he made her favorito! vegetarian lasagna. He made it with three layers filled with a mixture of broccoli, carrots, spinach, queso mozzarella, mozarela cheese, and Hunt's tomate paste. Cuddy took one bite and moaned in approval.

For himself, House made his famous meatballs and sauce. He had known Cuddy didn't like meat so he kept it for himself, and Rachel, but he had never made the sauce before with Cuddy. While she ate her lasagna at a slow pace, he took his sauce and drizzled it over her food.

"Try it," he urged her after he sat down and took another bite of his meatballs.

Cuddy got a small bite on her fork, making sure he didn't put any meat in it. Then she placed it in her mouth and her eyes grew wide. "Omigod," she initially commented. "I don't think I've ever had sauce this good before."

House smirked. "Thirteen dicho the same thing when she first tried it."

"I hate you," Cuddy dicho as she took another bite, and House looked at her with an eye brow cocked. "You let Thirteen try this before I did!"

House chuckled and continued to eat his comida ignoring her comment. Cooking was definitely something he could do better than Lucas.

Later, after dinner, while Cuddy waited in her bedroom, House finished one of his dramas. Since he couldn't watch it at work, he recorded it at Cuddy's place since he spent más time there then at his own apartment.

He stood up and began to limp towards her room, which he secretly liked to call their room but he'd never admit it out loud. The segundo he got through the door he was pulled into a deep, kiss por his girlfriend. Taken por surprise, it took him another segundo before he kissed her back. His arms wrapped arm her waist and she began to pull him back towards the bed.

Cuddy got him down on his back and continued to kiss him for a few más segundos began pulling away and nuzzling into his neck.

House smiled, knowing Cuddy couldn't see and waited a minuto before making a comment.

"So is this gonna happen every time I cook for you?" He quickly ruined the moment.

Cuddy groaned and sat up planting another hard kiss on his lips. "Shut up and let me pretend that my boyfriend isn't a complete asshole."

House couldn't help but let a smile spread across his face as Cuddy snuggled up into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and gave her the moment she asked for…

"Because if this is always your reaction I wouldn't mind cooking everyday." …before he ruined it.

Cuddy, despite herself, laughed and pushed herself off of his chest and settled down siguiente to him. "I hate you," she dicho as she cuddled into his ribs.

House kept an arm around her and gave a low chuckle. "I amor tu too," he whispered quietly, half hoping she didn't hear and half hoping she did.

She smiled against his camisa, camiseta and let herself fall asleep against him.

The siguiente morning, Cuddy forced House up and out of bed. She was surprised how successful she was at getting him into work on a weekend, but of course that didn't come with a 'no complaining' guarantee. He made sure that the ride to work was just the beginning of how annoying he planned to be.

"You know, Dr. Cuddy," House dicho aloud once they were in the lobby, that only meant trouble. "If tu wanted to have hot hospital sex, we could have had it when we actually had work. Now everyone's gonna think we're here for a reason."

Cuddy kept her head low as she signed in and saw House's look of victory. She let him sign in, a smug smile still printed on his face. Before they could truly part ways Cuddy stopped him.

"Oh and Dr. House," she called out. He turned and looked at her with a cocked brow. "Next time tu suggest having hot hospital sex, can tu make it hotter por lasting más than a minute," she teased and gave a victorious smirk before turning around and walking back towards her office.

House didn't hide the smile he had. He was actually a little impressed por that outburst. He didn't think she had the guts to risk her reputation like that, though she was probably regretting that mover as she walked to her office. No matter what, he's always the one who wins in the end.

Cuddy shook her head once she entered her office. Did she really just let her employees think she had sex with House in the hospital? Dating him definitely wasn't good for one's mental stature.

After she finished putting all her stuff in place, she began to work. She still had an hora before Malcolm was due for his tour and she had a stack of papers that had her name written all over it - o it will soon enough.

A good ten minutos passed before her first interruption came. Her phone rang. She reached over to grab it, not bothering to look up from her paper, and clumsily knocked over her name plate. She cursed as she stood up with the phone and came around to pick up her name plate. Interruption number three came when her phone cord got caught on a stack of files and knocked them right over. This was definitely not her morning.

"Dammit," She cursed under her breath. That's when she realized she was still on the phone. "Hello, sorry, can I help you?" she asked as kindly as possible.

"Hey, yeah, is this pizza Hut?" The male voice, obviously a teenager, asked carelessly.

"Sorry, tu got the wrong number." Cuddy tried to sound pleasant.

"Oh well, do tu know their number?" he asked.

"Goodbye," Cuddy quickly hung up. "Asshole," she muttered as she bent over and began to pick up the scattered papers off the ground and tried to place them in the correct files.

Dr. Malcolm walked into the hospital, wearing his best, blue dress shirt, a gray chaqueta and gray pantalones with freshly polished dress shoes. He made his way to his new boss' office for his tour and paused when he made his way through the first set of doors. He couldn't help but smirk when he saw her bending over to pick up papers. She was definitely a good sight to look at.

After a moment he decided he'd better go in, didn't want to seem like a pervert his first día on the job. So with a knock he entered the office and Cuddy turned to see who was at the door, still bent over and blushed as she quickly stood straight.

"Am I too early?" he asked with a kind smile, though he had other reasons for smiling.

Cuddy continued to redden as she tried to smile back. "No, sorry about that. I just had a messy morning," she dicho and turned redder realizing how that could be taken when she saw Malcolm continue to smile and nod trying not to laugh. "I didn't mean it like that I meant that I just had an accident." She cursed her clumsiness, both physically and orally. "I meant-"

He stopped her from further embarrassment. "I understand, Dr. Cuddy," He dicho with a small laugh. "It's no problem," he told her. She smiled and he stared as she turned around and walked back around her escritorio before leaning adelante, hacia adelante to unlock her drawer to get her master keys. "No problem at all."

"What was that?" Cuddy asked as she stood up once more.

"Excuse me?" He asked putting on the best confused act he could.

Cuddy, a bit frazzled from the morning's happenings, just shook her head and brushed it off. "Sorry, I must be hearing things," she said. She came around and touched his arm. "Let's take that tour now, shall we?"

The tour went much smoother than her morning, to say the least. House was in the clinic, surprisingly, so there was no further embarrassment from him at that point. She was able to mostrar Malcolm around quickly, with minimal interruptions from different doctors. She made sure to warn him about House's department and House himself. She was able to introduce Wilson and Malcolm, and she was happy to see that they would get along just well.

Finally, she brought him to the Pediatric wing and showed him his office. "Here is your office," Cuddy unlocked the door and gave him a key. "I know it's not as big as Dr. House's, but he's an asshole. That's the only reason and I don't feel like dealing with him."

Malcolm just smiled. "It's perfect," he said.

Cuddy smiled. "You have until Monday for getting what tu need and to be settled it, as I dicho yesterday. tu are always able to add más things on your free time, but I won't expect dilly-dally on Monday."

"Understood, Dr. Cuddy," Malcolm agreed and Cuddy smiled.

"Great, then I think we'll get along just well." She comentó giving him one más handshake and pulling away before he could get a chance to linger like the other day.

When he just smiled and nodded, she turned and began to briskly walk away. He cocked his head to the side and watched as her hips swayed back and forth. "We'll get along just fine, Dr. Cuddy."


A/N: So, what did tu think? lol Now I know most of tu don't like Malcolm already, but come on, give the guy a chance. lol I tried to make him super good looking, but compared to House that's a little hard haha. High standards people lol. And tu dont know he might turn out to be a nice guy if tu give him a chance lol

So I hope tu guys liked this chapter and again I am open to all suggestions and ideas. :) I'll try to update más frequently and stuff but schools starting in like two weeks o.o... oh chete

Please review, weather its amor o hate :) I amor hearing your thoughts

-Jess Vic