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She was drunk. Really drunk. The pounding music and the bright lights of the dance floor weren't helping, and pushing her way past the sweaty bodies of those around her, Thirteen made her way outside for some air. She didn't want to go home yet, but she couldn't tolerate the atmosphere of the club any longer. It was only early; around elevenish, and she knew that if she went home there was no way she'd be able to sleep. Therefore, her only option was to keep drinking until she ended up going home with some random person; or stumbling home and passing out there. Oh course, there was always the chance that she wouldn't make it home, but that was a risk that she had to take.

Moving through the fresh air, Thirteen entered a bar, one that looked to be far quieter than the club she had previously been in. Taking a dizzy glance around she realised that it was much classier too, and as an advantage she realised that were she to pass out, at least she'd be within a fairly safe environment.

Trying her best not to appear intoxicated as she knew there was no way she would be served, she made her way towards the bar. Not even bothering to look at the menu, she made immediate eye contact with the barman and stated, "J.D and coke, please."

He raised an eyebrow at her, and with a sinking feeling, Thirteen was sure he was going to refuse on the grounds that she'd drank too much already. However, he merely held out a hand, gave the fakest smile he could muster and asked, "Have you got any ID?"

Thirteen couldn't stop herself from bursting out laughing. "You're kidding right?" She returned with a question. At the look of disdain on his face she added, "You're not kidding?"

"I'm sorry ma'am but we have a strict ID policy here," He informed her, not sounding sorry at all.

Rolling her eyes, Thirteen reached into her purse, fumbling through it to locate her driver's licence. As she did so, she couldn't help but snipe, "I am a fucking doctor. I spent five years in fucking medical school for Christ's sake." Ramming the ID in his hand, she leant back, folding her arms.

It was then that she heard a voice to the right of her. "God you're vulgar when you're drunk."

Turning her head so fast that she was sure she'd given herself whiplash, she saw Cuddy standing before her. Unable to stop herself from groaning out loud she stated, "Nooo, not you." This was the utter height of humiliation. She was sure that the fates were conspiring against her as she was faced with the one person she never would have wanted to bump into like this.

Cuddy raised an eyebrow, echoing the expression of the barman just seconds ago. "I'm sorry?"

Thirteen looked away, trying to work herself out of the awkward situation she'd gotten herself into, when the barman interrupted the conversation. "Thank you!" He said rudely, shoving the ID back into Thirteen's hand and setting about pouring her drink. Thirteen stared at him, watching until he finished, sure that he was deliberately taking longer. When the time came to handing over the money she did so with a dirty look, still avoiding facing Cuddy.

"Right well, I'll see you in work," Thirteen said, finally addressing her boss, trying not to slur too much. She made to walk away from Cuddy, when she felt a firm hand clasp her forearm.

"Uh uh," Cuddy tutted. "You don't get to be rude and then walk away without explaining yourself."

"I'm just drunk," Thirteen protested. Then finishing with a lie she added, "I don't know why I said that."

"Really?" Cuddy pressed.

Thirteen shrugged. "Yeah, really."

"See, when I think about it, your reaction means one of two things," Cuddy started, tracing the rim of her wine glass. "Either you really really hate me…"

"I don't hate you," Thirteen blurted out defensively. "I'm just drunk!"

"…Or you really really don't." Cuddy continued.

"That's what I just said, isn't it?" Thirteen didn't see where this discussion was going.

"And if you really really don't, then that means that you must really really like me." Cuddy announced. She looked pleased to be playing House's role for once.

"Can you stop saying 'really'? You're confusing me." Thirteen spoke drunkenly.

Cuddy laughed, making the hairs on the back of Thirteen's neck stand up. She shivered slightly, despite the fact that it was a warm night in a stuffy environment. "I'll put it another way. You must like me, Dr. Hadley." She said nonchalantly made her connotations clear.

"I don't like you," Thirteen denied.

Cuddy shook her head. "I can't believe you're utterly drunk and still managing to lie." She sidled closer to Thirteen. "There's just one problem. I'm used to being lied to by the very best in the form of House, so I'm used to recognising fact from fiction."

Thirteen leant on the bar, head in hands. There was still time to work herself out of this situation if she tried hard enough. "Fine, you want to know why I reacted like that?" she asked. "My reaction to seeing you was because I was embarrassed by… by the fact that you're seeing me like this."

"Hmmm," Cuddy agreed. "Better. But that's only half the truth, isn't it?"

Thirteen frowned, her eyes glazed over. "What are you talking about?"

Cuddy smirked. "You really don't know I know?"

By this point, Thirteen was seriously confused. Did Cuddy know she liked her or didn't she? "What do you mean, I don't know what you know? If that even makes sense." She sighed, still leaning against her arms. "You're making my head hurt."

"Is that all I'm doing to you?" Cuddy continued to grin.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Thirteen panicked, sure that this mean Cuddy must have discovered her feelings.

Cuddy looked her up and down. "Come on," she beckoned Thirteen, taking hold of her hand. "Let's get out of here so I can… explain a little better."

She wasn't sure how she'd ended up here. Pressed up against Cuddy's front door, she was sure she was dreaming, or even hallucinating. Maybe the barman had slipped something into her drink when she was facing the other way? But no, this felt too real to be anything but, and when she slipped a hand underneath Cuddy's top causing her to moan aloud, she knew it was real.

"Inside," Cuddy growled, fumbling with her key in the lock. Eventually she got it open, and without hesitating she dragged Thirteen through the door, slamming it behind them and pulling her up the stairs.

"What happened…" Thirteen gasped. "To explaining?"

Cuddy gave a deep, throaty laugh. "You mean this isn't explanation enough?" She caressed Thirteen's face with her hand. "Though I don't see why I'm being so nice to you when you wouldn't even tell me the truth about your reaction towards me," She teased.

"You want the truth?" Thirteen was feeling bolder, her worries buried for the moment. "I like you."

Cuddy smiled, placing a long, drawn out kiss on Thirteen's lips. "I know," she whispered. She tangled a hand around Thirteen's long tresses, and pulled her in for a kiss. "Bedroom…" she added breathlessly.

Thirteen obediently followed, wishing that her head would stop spinning so she could have complete clarity of the situation. She pushed this thought to the back of her mind as Cuddy shoved her down onto the bed and straddled her, pulling off her dress in one fluid moment. Thirteen had only a few moments to appreciate the view of Cuddy in her underwear before the older woman swooped down on her, smothering her with kisses and pulling off Thirteen's clothes, and her own underwear at the same time.

Somehow, she was naked within seconds and Cuddy's tongue was sweeping over her clit. Thirteen didn't even try to hold back her moans; she just arched her hips against Cuddy and enjoyed the waves of pleasure that flowed over her. Cuddy was applying more pressure, sweeping her thumbs over Thirteen's nipples at the same time. With everything going on all at once Thirteen could barely breathe properly and she was sure that if she didn't come soon she was going to pass out from lack of oxygen. Shifting slightly, she manoeuvred into a more comfortable position, giving her time to take a few deep breaths and gather herself together before Cuddy continued.

It wasn't long before she released, an explosion of colours before her eyes as she relaxed her body. Knowing that she had to do her fair share, she didn't hesitate in rolling out from underneath Cuddy and positioning herself carefully, resting against her stomach whilst she sucked on each of Cuddy's nipples, elicting gasps from her. She knew that it was cruel to tease but she couldn't help herself, and it was only when Cuddy pushed her head downwards that she finally relented with a smirk. She curled her tongue around Cuddy's center, slipping a finger inside her and feeling the wetness. All she wanted was to know that Cuddy was enjoying it, but she wasn't sure. Old insecurities came flooding back, and she immediately froze, wondering what the hell she was doing here.

Ever observant, Cuddy realised what was going on the moment she made eye contact with Thirteen, who had raised her head. With a reassuring smile, she cupped her hands around Thirteen's face, and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek, showing intimacy. With immediate effect, Thirteen relaxed, and she forced the doubts into the back of her mind as she lowered her head to continue. And suddenly, Cuddy was making all kinds of sounds, groaning and gasping, shouting all sorts of obscenities like, "Fuck me harder." Thirteen was sure the neighbours must be able to hear, though that only served to encourage her behaviour further. All too soon she bit down, feeling Cuddy come into her mouth.

Moments later, Thirteen pulled herself upwards. She ignored the questions swarming her brain and merely settled for resting against Cuddy's shoulder, wrapping an arm around her in a gesture of affection that she hoped wouldn't be rejected. She quickly found there was no need to worry, as Cuddy snuggled into her and mumbled into her hair, "You're staying right?"

"Right," Thirteen whispered softly, mulling over what had just happened. She didn't know what would happen in the morning, but suddenly; forgetting today was no longer an option.