AN: Sorry for the MAJOR hiatus, but Walking into Walls took up most of my time for the end of 2009. Anyways, I'm trying to finish up the rest of my House stories before I start focusing on many new fics.

I decided that the first part has some smutty scenes, then a non-smutty scene with Wilson too. Just so everyone knows, there's an abundance of "HUDDY" on the page when the smutty scene ends so you don't have to skim over it.

House held Cuddy in his arms, looking into her eyes, one of his hands caressing her cheek. He felt her stir in his arms slightly, pressing herself into his chest. "Are you sure you want this Lise?" She nodded, reaching forwards and undoing the top two buttons on his blazer.

"I've loved you for over twenty years, I think I should know what I want." Cuddy whispered, undoing another button on his blazer.

"Lise," House nodded his head towards Wilson, who was passed out on his couch. She giggled quietly, stretching up on her toes and kissing him deeply. She wound her arms around his neck and House couldn't help but give in. He rested his hands on her bare hips, sliding her shirt up a few inches. As his fingers touched her skin, Cuddy pressed herself against him, her nails digging into his shoulders as he nibbled on her lower lip.

"Bedroom," she gasped as he dropped his lips to her neck, "now." House obeyed, keeping a hand on her back and the other in hers as they made their way towards his bedroom.

Locking the door behind them, Cuddy pushed House against the door, her fingers hooking into his belt loops, and she tugged on his jeans. Before she could remove her hands, House pushed her backwards onto the bed, straddling her waist. He pressed his lips to hers, his hands on her shoulders.

"Don't even think about teasing me." Cuddy demanded, "I will punish you very harshly if you do."

"Yes boss," House smirked at her, lowering his lips to her neck. He sucked at the skin there, eliciting quiet moans and gasps from Cuddy as his lips touched her. In a matter of moments, his lips reached the collar of her shirt and without waiting for an approval of some sort, he slid his hands up from her waist, under her shirt and pulled it off, which caused Cuddy to giggle at his aggressiveness. His hands went to her breasts after he tossed her shirt aside, and he massaged each one slowly, before bending down slowly and capturing her lips again.

"House," Cuddy breathed as he reached behind her, unhooking her bra with two fingers, "what did I say about teasing?" She slid her hands under his shirt and removed it, her hands resting on his bare chest. He smiled at her, letting one hand rest on her hip while the other slipped under the skirt she was wearing and rested on her thigh. "God," Cuddy's nails dug into his shoulder as his fingers pressed against her entrance, "hurry up already." She smiled to herself as House removed her skirt and panties before removing his own jeans and, when his attention was on her eyes, she reached forwards, pulling him down on top of her.

"Lise," he whispered into her ear, "I love you." He felt her reach down, her fingers brushing against his scarred thigh. She let her hand drift upwards a few inches and she tugged on the waistband of his boxers. He let her tease him a few seconds, before she pulled off his boxers and tossed them aside.

"Stop stalling," Cuddy whispered as House's weight shifted above her, he pressed his lips to hers, entering her at the same time, hearing her gasp into his mouth. "God!" She cried a few seconds later, as he thrust inside of her.

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Darkness filled the room, except for the light coming from the bathroom, and the two figures curled on the bed didn't seem to mind. Cuddy had her arms around House's neck and didn't seem to mind the fact that he was still nearly crushing her after the night before. She blinked open her eyes, smiling at the sight she saw, before rolling away from House's grasp and pulling his bathrobe around her. Pulling the covers around House, she kissed her forehead and made her way into the kitchen, turning the overhead light on as she entered.

"Huh? House turn that light down," Wilson's sleepy voice came from the living room and Cuddy jumped, forgetting that he had been passed out on the couch the night before.

"James?" She peered around the doorway and spotted him laying sprawled on the couch, squinting at the kitchen doorway.

"Cuddy? Wha...why are you here?" He sat up and made his way towards the kitchen, blinking in the sudden brightness.

"I … well ..."

"You're still with Lucas though!" Wilson cried, jumping to conclusions, "You can't … just ..."

"Hey, James," Cuddy placed her hands on his shoulders and forced him into a chair, "Cool down, and no, I'm not with Lucas. He accused me of avoiding him because I wasn't truly in love with him."

"But ..." Wilson protested.

"Let me finish," Cuddy began, "And yes, he was kind of right, but I have been swamped in paperwork this week, and I'm just exhausted by ten. After that though, he accused me of being desperate and that I'd only stay in an actual relationship if I was with House. I told him that he was right, and that I do have feelings for House, but he said that he wants me to be happy. And apparently, according to him, he can't make me happy, so he ended it."

"With your help!" Wilson snapped, "If you had kept your mouth shut about House then you ..."

"I love him!" Cuddy cut him off, "You can't expect me to defend myself against him."

"Hey, quiet down in there." House limped into the kitchen, "You two got up early."

"Cuddy turned on the kitchen light, to woke me up." Wilson pouted, pointing at Cuddy.

"Stop acting like a baby and get over yourself Wilson." Cuddy snapped, kissing House's cheek, "Morning."

"Whoa, someone's feisty this morning, get up on the wrong side of the bed – oh wait, you slept on a couch, there's only one side you can get up on." House laughed, "Not get your coffee yet? I'm sure Cuddy can make some."

"No she can't," Wilson stood, grabbing his jacket and keys, "I'm out of here." He made his way towards the door and slammed it behind him. But before he did, a clear "selfish bitch" echoed throughout the apartment.

"What's he on about?" House kissed Cuddy's forehead gently.

"He agrees with Lucas, he thinks I should have given him a chance." Cuddy explained, "I told him that I tried to, but it didn't work. That's not my fault, and it's not Lucas' either, we both know that."

"Then it's his problem Lisa," House kept his arm around her and held her against his side as he opened the fridge and searched for something to eat, "I love you and that's all that matters."

AN: Okay, this is probably going to be the end of this story only because it seems like it's going to turn into Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop.

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