DISCLAIMER: These are David Shore's characters, but he's depriving us of them for three weeks, so this is our coping mechanism.

CHAPTER 1

"Oh my God, House, almost there!" Cuddy screamed.

"Don't lose your focus, Cuddy!" House scolded.

They were sitting on the couch under a blanket playing a video game, both madly pushing buttons. Cuddy had brought her feet to the couch and was crouching in anticipation. "Yes!" she cried, jumping up on the couch at the same time that House yelled, "Victory!" He slammed his controller down on the coffee table and looked up at Cuddy, who was laughing like a kid. He grabbed her hand and pulled her down on his lap.

"That was awesome," she said.

"Couldn't have done it without ya', kid," House replied, giving her a big kiss. They both watched then while the epilogue of the video game played.

"Hurrah!" Cuddy said when it was over. "Now we have to find a new game. But right now, I have to go to bed. It's late."

"Come on, don't you want to have victory sex?" House asked.

"House, we had sex before we played – you called it 'preparatory sex,'" she reminded him.

"Right," he said. "Totally different kind of sex. That's why I name them – so you won't be confused." She looked at him, smirking. "It's fine," he relented, "Let's go to bed."

"Well… now I can't!" she whined. "Once you bring it up, then I start thinking about it, then I get frustrated, then I can't sleep."

"I was right!" he cried. "I told Wilson that theory and he didn't believe it. Will you vouch for it tomorrow?"

Cuddy sighed. "Come do me so I can go to sleep," she said, walking towards the bedroom.

"That's not a champion attitude, Cuddy," House quipped, getting up and limping to the bedroom behind her. "Remember, it's 'victory sex.' There has to be lots of high-fiving and chest bumping." When he reached the bedroom, Cuddy was kneeling on the bed. "Maybe you should do a little victory cheerleading routine," he suggested.

"Don't push your luck, House," she replied, narrowing her eyes at him.

"Come on… You could shake your pom-pons, twirl my baton…" he said, smirking.

"Did any part of you progress beyond puberty?" she asked with a disgusted face.

"My skills," he joked, joining her on the bed and pulling her down on top of him. He kissed her lips and she closed her eyes and enjoyed it. He moved his hand down her back and grabbed her ass, then slid them up the back of her nightgown. She arched her back a bit and moved her head back as he kissed down her neck, his stubble sending shivers down her spine. She sighed happily. "See?" House whispered, "Skills."

"I taught you everything you know," she murmured back. She sat up on him and pulled her nightgown over her head. She ran her hands down his chest and felt his stomach under his shirt. She felt him stiff and pressing against her heat through his boxers briefs. She paused and just looked in his clear blue eyes that were smiling at her and she was so happy in that moment.

"What are you smiling at?" he inquired.

"You," she said honestly.

He smiled back with an arched eyebrow. "Come on, you know you want to do just one…" he teased. She met his gaze, a dare in his eyes, and arched her brow right back.

"House, House, he's our man!" Cuddy sang, waving imaginary pom-pons, "If he can't cure you no one can!"

"Yes!" he laughed pulling her down with a bear hug. "You're the best!" He rolled her over and started kissing her ear, down her neck, to her collarbone. She grabbed a handful of his shirt and pulled it up his back. In moments they were skin against skin and she was working his boxers off by hooking her toes in the waistband and sliding them down his legs, her hands busy tugging at the hair on the back of his head.

"Those are skills," she told him, as he kicked them off his feet. House didn't even retort, for once, because he was too busy paying honor to Cuddy's lovely breasts. He was holding them both and kissing back and forth. He paused and pushed up a little, looking at her chest. "What?" she asked.

"I can't decide if I like one better than the other," he said, looking seriously from one to the other.

"You favor the right one," she told him.

"Really?" he asked, laughing a little. She nodded. "No kidding." Then he proceeded to assault her left breast with his mouth, running his tongue over her nipple. She slid her hands down his neck, shoulders, and arms, then down her own stomach toward her sex. "Sorry!" he apologized, feeling her start to work directly on her own frustration. "There are too many outstanding parts of you… I'm so stressed out!" He joked. He began kissing down her stomach, his hands feeling her body as he worked his way down. Every dip and angle felt perfect to him. Her skin glided under his hands like glass.

Cuddy felt his mouth on her hipbone, kissing across the top of her heat to the other. His hands were gripping her thighs now, feeling her muscles, shifting inward, pushing them apart. She felt herself sink into the bed, surrendering to the feeling of his mouth on her sex. He was careful and slow right now, leading her up to it, letting her enjoy herself. She felt his lips and tongue everywhere, lighting up her nerves.

House never could get over how much he wanted her, more than he thought he did before he had her, even. The sounds she made, the way her muscles tensed and shifted, the smell and taste of every part of her. She really had become his drug, and his dealer. He joked and teased her, but all he really wanted was to make her happy so she would let him get naked with her again. And then, like a junkie, again two hours later.

Cuddy felt his hands on her hips, then sliding around to grip her ass. His mouth's attention focused in on her clit and she felt the spring coiling within her. With every breath, her tension was building. One hand lay across her eyes, like it was all too much, and the other lay on the back of his neck, just longing to hold some part of him. He stroked at her and wrapped his lips around her and Cuddy felt herself getting ready to explode. "House," she whispered, almost inaudibly, and then she was flying.

He heard his name barely pass her lips and it was such a turn-on for him. To know she was there, that he had taken her there, and that in those final moments her thoughts were of him made him crazy. This was always the most difficult moment in which to show restraint. When she was coming, as much as he enjoyed it wherever he was, part of him wanted to thrust inside of her, right at that instant, to feel it around him. He resisted to keep his concentration on her body, but his always responded too, wanting to just pounce on her.

As her orgasm peaked and began to recede, he started to read her body's cues – lightening his pressure as hers hips retreated into the bed, easing his strokes as the bucking of her hips slowed. Soon she lay motionless and he laid his head on her thigh as her fingers gently tickled his neck. He had the torn feeling he always had – this deep peace that paralleled her satisfaction, and this intense hunger for more of her body.

"House, House, he's our man," she quietly sang, laughing softly. He looked up at her and began kissing back up her body, smiling at her cuteness. He kissed her smiling lips as he adjusted his body between her legs, trying hard to pace himself. He felt her heat against him, her breasts pressed on his chest. He couldn't resist pushing at her a little, his erection feeling her wetness.

Cuddy pushed up on his chest, causing him to move to his arms, and she turned over. He ran his hands down her back, then underneath along her breasts and stomach, circling up her hips. She pushed herself back against him and he couldn't wait anymore.

Cuddy felt House slide into her depths and heard him let out a satisfied moan. His hands pulled back on her hips, guiding himself deeper. She felt every corner of herself touched by him, causing her to gasp. He eased back out again right away, only to feel the sensation again. He was slowly fucking her and she was dying for more. Even as she tried to coax him on, arching her back and thrusting her hips back at him, he held her steady and continued just slowly moving in her. She felt like her core was on fire.

It was the best. House could feel her around every inch of him, then he would pull out just to feel it happen again. Her perfect ass was positioned right in front of him, and he was relishing every gasp she let out as he entered her. Then she let out those fateful words that always did him in: "Please, House." It was crazy to him, the thought that he was doing her some sort of favor by doing what every cell in his body wanted him to do. He started thrusting faster, still pulling back on her hips every time to get as deep as he could.

Cuddy was moaning into the pillow now, and digging her nails into the mattress. He saw her bite her own wrist, trying to hold herself back. "God, Cuddy," he said, pulling his lips into his mouth. She suddenly moved up onto her arms and was pushing back on him wildly. Her breath was loud and crazy and her head was thrown back, causing her hair to cascade down her back in front of him. He felt her clamping down on him – it didn't even feel like pulsing at first, it was so strong. He totally lost all control and was just thrusting into her, one hand still on her hip, the other in her hair. He felt himself release inside of her and it was completely mind-blowing. He just kept fucking her for what felt like a perfect eternity, but gradually faded back into the real world. He laid his face on her back, feeling her sweat on his forehead and nose. He kissed the groove where her spine ran. Cuddy's arms finally gave out and they both straightened their legs and lay there, sweating, panting, and saying gibberish like, "Oh my God," and "What the fuck," and each other's names.

He finally rolled off of her and lay facing her. He looked at her gorgeous, sleepy, content face. "High five!" he whispered, holding up one hand. She laughed and slapped it halfheartedly. They were laying there, nose to nose, recovering and falling asleep, when House suggested he'd contact his former patient who had designed the video game to see if there was a sequel. "I bet I could get it by tomorrow night," he said optimistically.

"First of all, I love that your mind jumps from sexing me to video games," Cuddy said, rolling her eyes.

"They're both things I love to do with you !" he protested.

"Secondly," she warned him. "You can't do that. It's against hospital policy. And thirdly, tomorrow night Wilson and Sam are coming over for dinner."

"Ugh, I forgot." House complained. "Why do we have to do things like that?"

"Because we're a couple. When you become a couple, other couples want to do things with you," she explained.

"Maybe we should pretend to break up," House suggested. "We could have a secret love affair."

"I'm not sure how secretive it will be with you grabbing my ass at work all day," she reminded, getting sleepy.

House grabbed her ass right then. "Yeah, I guess this is worth a few boring dinners," he murmured sleepily in her ear.