Authors Note: This is a oneshot bunny that was in the back of my head a few weeks back. I completely forgot about it, but just found it again on my laptop. Just so its not confusing, this is set early in season 3 (my fav). It's my take on how Cuddy remembers seducing House 'the night he gave her everything she asked for'. :) Enjoy!

p.s. If you've never listened to Don't Dream It's Over by Crowded House (I hadn't either before a few weeks ago also) You totally should. It's the song I paired up with the night Cuddy made her move on house :)


Don't Dream It's Over

There was always something so awkward about seeing someone you'd gone to school with. It wasn't that Cuddy had anything to be ashamed about, on the contrary- being one of the five woman- Dean Of Medicine in the country certainly held its prestige. However, it didn't take away from that thorny dread of having lunch with her old MU friend, Trisha.

So when Trisha had called, letting her know she'd be in town for business- she'd done well for herself too and owned a chain of beauty salons across the country- and had asked to have lunch with her at PPTH, Cuddy had agreed.

"You haven't aged at all Lisa", Trisha complimented her while she sipped her espresso and looked around the cafeteria.

Cuddy waved her hand, feeling bashful, "Please, I have twice as many wrinkles as you do."

Trisha blinked, and her smile faltered for a moment, Cuddy swallowed. She wasn't used to having girlfriends anymore, and working with mostly men- had made her loose somewhat of a filter.

She was close to apologizing for her careless comment, when they were suddenly interrupted by House.

"Oh Cuddles!" Cuddy cringed at the nickname he'd made up for her, and turned around to give him a death stare.

"What do you-"

"Gregory House?" Trisha exclaimed loud enough for the entire cafeteria to hear.

House's eyes popped wide open and he looked from Cuddy to Trisha- then back to her again, "I haven't done anything to her, I swear."

Her blond friend bursted into a girlish giggle, and covered her mouth, smiling at House.

Was she flirting?

He frowned then, and looked at Cuddy, "Am I missing something?"

Trisha waved her hand, "Oh you always were such a tease. You didn't tell me you two worked together."

She was looking at Cuddy with an accusatory stare, and House was still blanking.

"House this is Trisha- she went to MU with-"

"Bitch Trish?" he asked cocking his head to the side in mere awe.

"See, I knew you remembered. God you're just as gorgeous, as when I first met you", she let out rather airily.

House blinked his eyes a few times, clearly unsure of how to respond to her blunt statement about his looks.

Trish had never had been shy when it came to flirting with a guy.

Eventually House turned his confused face to Cuddy and opened his mouth rather stupidly, "I-…I need you to authorize a brain biopsy for my patient."

"Oh come on Greg, sit down with us. God what has it been? Eighteen years since we last saw each other?"

"Fine. Go prod into your patients head", she muttered hitting him with the file.

House sighed sadly at Trish, "Love to stay and chit chat, but she's the boss- literally. See yah."

He limped away, and Trish bit her lip as she watched him walk off with his cane, "God. Only Gregory House could make a cane look sexy."

Cuddy rolled her eyes, but turned around looking at House walk off, "You cant tell me you still have a crush on him."

Trisha gave Cuddy a sarcastic scowl, "Well if someone hadn't come up that night, and totally cock-blocked me at that party, maybe I would have gotten over him. I still can't believe you did that by the way- I was so jealous for the longest time."

Cuddy shrugged, "You were the one that dared me to make the moves on him. I didn't know you'd gone to the bathroom and had been planning to seduce him into your bed."

Trisha sighed, "At least I got to kiss him. God those lips, Gregory House knows how to kiss a woman."

"I wouldn't remember. I was so drunk when I made the moves on him. I had to find some type of courage to to do it", she half laughed.

"You really don't remember what its like to kiss him? You slept with him."

She shuddered a little, and shook her head with a nervous laugh, "Can we please not talk about my one night stand with House? I've worked really hard to suppress that memory as far down as possible."

"Well, I don't know how you do it. I couldn't work in the same place as that man. I'd probably pin him down, every chance I got."

"You don't mind if I ask him out do you?" Trish asked Cuddy, taking another sip from her coffee.

Cuddy scoffed, "I wouldn't if I were you."

The blond smirked, "Do you still like him?"

"Oh god no."

"Then it doesn't matter if I finally try and pin him?"

There was no talking her out of it Cuddy figured, so she shrugged, "Your funeral."

xxxoxxxo

Ever since her awkward lunch with Trisha, Cuddy had been feeling nostalgic about eighties' music, and had began running to it every morning. She made a playlist of all the songs that reminded her of MU. Everything from Cydni Lauper, The Cure, The Smiths, David Bowie, U2.

And as she jogged into the hospital that morning, with Don't Dream its Over by Crowded House- House looked different to her.

She suddenly saw the House from the halloween frat party they had both been at, the night she'd seduced him into her bed. Cuddy saw Greg House, who'd been wearing a white wrinkled button up shirt, and dark fitted jeans- sticking out like a sore thumb with all the other bright obnoxiously colored jocks at the party.

Cuddy couldn't help at stop, and watch as he leaned against the kiosk, talking animatedly with Wilson about something funny. After a few moments, they walked away and she couldn't help herself, she stared while he limped away with his cane. There was so much confidence in the way he carried it- Trish had been right.

Only he could make a limp sexy.

xxxoxxxo

Gregory House knows how to kiss a woman.

Cuddy couldn't get that out of her head. The way Trish had said it, with absolute belief. It kinda made her jealous in a irrational way. It wasn't like House was hers, never had been, never would be- but it felt strange to hear another woman boast about her flirtatious exploits with him.

And that's how she spent the rest of her day, trying her best to recall what it had been like to walk up to him from across the frat house, and pull him in to a kiss.

She remembered the act of doing it, because moments before she'd been downing beer, as an attempt to gain some liquid courage for what Trish had called her a pussy for. And then she'd spotted him against a wall, talking to some random girl- and clearly bored by her drunkenness. Cuddy had walked straight over to him, and taken him off guard by pulling his head into her hands, and slapping her lips against his- the rest had been history.

The in-between though, she couldn't remember. How had his lips felt? How had he kissed her back?

There wasn't anything that could distract her from the uncertainty of how his lips had felt, and the more she thought about it, the more she touched her own- becoming impatient at the thought that she couldn't remember.

As much as she'd denied it for years afterwords, he'd been a pivotal turning point in her life. Sleeping with him- with the infamous Gregory House- had given her the boost in confidence that she'd needed, and a status at school that no other girl had been able to achieve.

Contrary to popular belief, House had not been a man-whore in school.

The song kept playing over in her head in a loop, she remembered the exact moment of the song that was playing as she walked across that room. She remembered the instrumental piece, the guitar, the lyrics, and then it became black as soon as their lips met.

Why had she given Trish the ok to ask him out? Wait- why did she care? She didn't- she didn't. Was all Cuddy could tell herself over and over. Yet that voice kept getting smaller, until it was finally gone. After that, all that filled her head was the song from that night, and his bored expression as he'd been talking to that faceless girl.

Cuddy looked over at her clock- it was noon, which mean it was lunch time and his ducklings would be off getting their much needed caffeine fix, before returning to their torturous afternoon with him.

She bolted to the door.

xxxoxxxo

Cuddy was wrong.

His ducklings sat idly in the Ddx room going over a file as House stood at the whiteboard, talking animatedly with his hands.

She watched for a couple seconds as he went back and forth probably calling them idiots, and morons, and telling Chase he had great hair.

And something came over her, which she couldn't stop. The need to feel what it had been like to kiss him took control of her body, as she walked straight into the Ddx room, and they all got quite- including House, who looked at her with a frown.

"Did I miss the clinic again? I-"

But Cuddy didn't give him a chance to finish, because her lips crashed into his, and her hands went into his hair with great desire.

He kissed her back, molding his lips in rhythm with hers, her entire body trembled. His lips were unusually velvety smooth and warm, against her own and he tasted like a mix of coffee and cherry lollipops that he stole from the nurses station.

When they finally broke apart, Cuddy could hear someone gasp, and a pencil drop- but she didn't take her eyes off a stunned House, who was looking back at her as well. She took a moment to press down on her skirt, and fix her hair while catching her breath, and let out a small, "Thanks."

And as she walked out, Cuddy heard him reply back just as softly, "Anytime."