It, had happened. They had slept together. Though, she doesn’t regret it, surprisingly. It was all a big blur, really. One small kiss, led to a intense make out, then the make out led to clothes flying off, slamming each other into walls, and finally into his bedroom. And, here she is, at this very moment, quietly putting on her underwear and clothes back on, while he slept soundly. His eyes closed tightly shut, mouth ajar, his breathing loud, but steady. She doesn’t know if she should feel guilty for leaving him یا not, it’s not like he wanted her to stay. Plus, there were papers to be signed and meetings to attend today, she wasn’t going to miss work, just because she had sex with Gregory House. Cuddy tip toed out of the bedroom, trying her best to not wake him from his sleep, she knew he needed it, after what occurred earlier today. The spring air filled her lungs, as she breathed it in, once she had left his apartment, she then, got into her parked car, and drove off.
    Later that day, things had gone سے طرف کی rather smoothly, Cuddy had went into work, signed papers, went to budget meetings, and she had not seen House, which was a relief. Cuddy didn’t even know if he was in یا not, but she would find the answer later on…
    “I slept with Cuddy, after she helped me detox from Vicodin.” House stated to Wilson, who was sitting at his ڈیسک in front of him.
“Wow, wow. One for each.” Wilson said, somewhat unsure of House’s statement.
“That’s what she said. Aaaaah.”
Wilson simply rolled his eyes, and focused on مزید important things than House’s ridiculous comments. Patient files.
“Wait, آپ don’t believe me, do you?”
“Of course not, House.”
“I’ll prove it.”
And with that, he left Wilson’s office.
    The door’s to Cuddy’s office came swinging open. She knew exactly who it was.
“Yes?” She spoke to him, not taking her eyes off the computer screen.
“Got any cases for me?”
“There’s a man in the clinic, I’d like آپ to do a check up on.”
“No, no clinic, I want a real case.”
“You don’t tell me what آپ want, I’m the boss, and if I want آپ to examine this guy, you’ll do it.”
“You were okay with me telling آپ what I wanted-“
“House, take the patient file, and leave.” She extended her arm, holding the patient file for him.
He grabbed it, and held it to his side.
Thinking that the conversation was over, she went to work on the papers laying on her desk.
House turned around, almost about to open the door, until, he pulled out a small video camera, out of his blazer pocket.
“Cuddy.” He said, and he swiftly turned around to her, taking a heat motion picture.
“House!”
He smiled, and walked out