FINALLY! An update to this! My life has been hectic these past month. My mum broke her patella and I have three younger siblings that I had to take care of. But fear no more, the new chap is here, I must admit I am not too keen about it. But hey, I was being to cruel leaving you waiting. It's short but then again all my chapters are short. Enjoy! =D

Once she caught her breath she began to think what a mistake this had been. She didn't have meaningless sex with House once but twice in the last forty-eight hours. House cleared his throat and handed her bathing suit panty. She too it awkwardly, not daring to look in his eyes. What was he thinking about her? He probably saw her vulnerable and weak to his touch. She put it on quickly yet still a tad tired from the orgasm she had experienced. Still not being able to look him in the eye she climbed the latter and walked towards the seat in which she had placed her towel on. She was freezing and wanted to take a warm private bath in her room. She wrapped the plane white towel around her body and left.

House struggled a bit while pulling up his boxers and trousers, seeing that he had a bum leg and all. He reached for his floating cane and headed to his room, freezing his ass off.

Just as House pushed the glass door that connected the pool's entry with the hotel he felt two tough taps on his left shoulder. Turning his body to see who tapped him he was met with a punch on his sexy face, causing him fall silly on his right leg.

"Son of a bitch!" House yelled, holding his jaw as he sat up.

"Ah, Montgomery," he stated with a smug look, "I'm not surprised that it was you. Where you..." he stopped and looked around in dramatic effect, then followed by a disgusted look as he finished, "...Hiding in the bushes and watched me have fierce angry sex with her?"

The cripple grabbed his cane and used it as support to get up from the floor.

Montgomery felt as a sharp pain strike his humerus and then followed to his scapula. He grabbed his shoulder in pain as he cursed the man in front of him.

Gregory House had limped faster than any cripple could limp after hitting that perverted jerk. It was extremely cold out by the pool and his right leg was tormenting him, he reached down to his pocket to pop a delicious Vicodin in his mouth. He let it dissolve in his mouth as he listened to the most annoying elevator music.

House limped across the silent hotel hall, all that could be heard was the squishing of his wet sneakers every time he took another step. Go to her room you coward... You know you are dying to see her again... The diagnostician ignored his inner voice and proceeded to enter his hotel room.

He sighed as he wrapped himself in the warm silky sheets, his hole body had been shivering, 'You want nothing more than to have her body against yours right at his moment, her back against your chest as she falls asleep in your arms." He ignored the thought once more and angrily covered his head with the sheets, wrapping himself completely as if he were in a cocoon.

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"Good morning, Dr. Cuddy. Are you feeling all right?"

Cuddy turned her head and was met with an incredibly tall woman with long tiger red hair and piercing emerald eyes. "Good morning, Dr. York. Yes, I just seem to be catching a cold. I'm fine," Cuddy forced a smile to the forty five year old doctor (who really didn't look her age) in front of her but couldn't keep herself from sneezing.

The slender doctor backed a few steps as she had been startled by the sudden sneeze and then jumped at the sight of two more coming one after another.

"Bless you," Dr. York said after she was sure Cuddy wouldn't sneeze again.

Cuddy sniffled a little and thanked her as she headed to her seat, they were going to give a conference that no doctor should miss.

York reached out her hand and held the younger doctor's wrist, "Dr Cuddy you really don't look well, you look extremely pale and very tired. Go up to your room and rest. There will be no problem, everyo-"

"Yes Dr. Cuddy, go up to your room and rest. You must be very tired from the night you had." A husky man voice interrupted. The brunette looked behind her and found Montgomery looking down at her with an irritating look. A taller and older man with silver hair came by and greeted Montgomery with a pat on his shoulder that caused him to grunt and flinch, his full attention had turned to the elderly man.

Cuddy hated the thought of missing the conference for such a silly matter, she was just sick. But yet so tired as well, a nice shower and a good rest would do her well. She had not seen House down at the conference and wondered what he was doing. Stop thinking about him!

She sighed to herself and swung her room door open only to find House looking like a deer as he watched the headlights get closer; his pose completely paused with his hands snooping in her luggage.

"House! What are you doing?"

"I'm playing baseball. Are you here to root for me?" He answered her with complete sarcasm. Cuddy threw her body onto her bed with her eyes closed and inhaled deeply as she could feel her body relax. He stayed quietly observing her.

"Get out of my room," her voice was soft, she didn't bother to open her eyes. Her words meant nothing to House as he got comfy next to her, his left hand holding his head as he laid sideways. He scooted a bit closer to her and she didn't seem to bother, she was too tired to care or at least that's what she told herself. The diagnostician leaned forward so he could be face to face with her. Observing her as she got deep in her sleep, everything was quiet and House had to ruin it with a scream.

Cuddy had hit him with her head do to the fact that she had the sudden urge to sneeze.

They both held the front of their heads in pain, "Geez! You could at least warn when you have to throw your germs all over the place!"

"What the hell were you doing in my face anyway?!"

House didn't answer and just stayed there. Tell her how you feel you coward. Get out of your stupid mind that she slept with that Charles Montgomery guy. Tell her!

Cuddy sighed and straightened herself, "House... We need to talk."

By the look in her face he could tell it was not something he was not going to be fond about.

"We need to stop with the sex," she said quickly as if she were ripping out a bandage.

Cuddy exhaled deeply as she watched him limp towards the hotel door. He didn't need nor want an explanation and she wasn't even sure why she told him that. What was she thinking. Of course it had to be said, she is his employer, it's nonprofessional.

"Okay," was all he said.