She was frustrated. The night had been horrible. Well, horrible wasn't a right way to put it, horribly intoxicating was more like it. She had had dreams. Not that she wasn't used to having them every now and then, but never had they been this... hard. The dreams had been more vivid than ever before and in the morning when she had woke up, exhausted, she had still been able to feel his lips on hers, hand roaming her body and arms around her in the moment she reached the peak. It had been the most satisfying night she had had in... years. The only problem was that now she wanted more. Her body was craving for the same exercise her mind had been having during the night and it left her restless. She couldn't concentrate, the work was the last thing on her mind so nothing was coming done and sitting down was absolutely tormenting.

Cuddy sighed. "Get a grip" she muttered to herself and tried to switch her position for the hundred time, all in vain. Then she heard the sound of door opening and let out a cry in her mind. It wasn't surprise to see him standing there when she brought her eyes up. After all House was usually the only one to surge into her office without even as little as a knock.

"If there's more than a 50 chance that there will be a lawsuit coming out of this, you can not do it. If there's more than a 25 that the patient will be paralyzed or killed by this thing you can not do it without the patient's or the next of kin's signature on official papers. And if" she sighed, closed her eyes and hold her head. "If this is about your clinic hours, you can consider yourself released for the day. Now, without a word, turn around and get out of that door, preferably as fast as you did when coming in" Cuddy ended the little speech of hers and took in a couple of deep breaths before opening her eyes and lifting her head so that she was able to see him, still standing there, with perplexed look on his face. She sighed again, this time deeper.

"What? What can it possibly be that I didn't cover already?" Cuddy asked annoyed and waved her arms at her sides. She looked at him with a plea in her eyes. She was tired, and anxious, and him standing there looking like he did with old jeans and a wrinkled blue blouse lazily on was not helping her current needs. She was ready to jump on him and the only thing keeping her still clued to her seat was the mantra she was repeating in her head; House is House, House is an employee.

House frowned at her before speaking up "Can I use your phone?"

"What's wrong with yours?"

He tilted his head and lifted an eyebrow at her. Cuddy puffed, rolled her eyes and nodded, laying against the back of the chair and folding her arms at her chest as if to protect her. House got to the phone, dialed the number and waited. "It's me, get the parents to sign on it and inform the clinic that Cuddy's released me from my hours for today. Yeah, page me when you're done" he put the phone down and lifted his eyes to hers.

"You done now?" She asked and lifted her brows.

House looked at her through narrowed eyes and looked as if he was wondering something. "Are you okay?" He finally asked which took Cuddy by surprise. He actually sounded like he cared. She chuckled.

"What, now you suddenly care? You got what you wanted, why wont you go and torment your employees for awhile now? Or Wilson, I'm sure he's having some kind of relationship issue on that you could make fun of" she leant away from the back of the chair and pulled a file from the pile on her right.

"See, now I know you're not okay. Even if your little burst could've been explained with you just not standing me at the moment, you would never willingly set me after someone who haven't deserved it. And I highly doubt that the whole team and Wilson has made an enemy out of you. So..." House sat to one of the chairs on the other side of her desk and lifted a brow. "What's wrong?"

"Northing's wrong. And even if something was, it wouldn't be any of your business."

"Oh, c'mon. I'm for once being honestly caring here. And even if anyone would never believe of you told them, you could at least take an advantage of it. So tell me, what's got our panties rub more than usual?"

Cuddy sat still for awhile, wondering if she could actually have him as a friend for a moment. Think of him as the House he was many years ago when he was already a know-it-all who would pull the rug under your feet with his reasoning, but who wasn't bitter or addicted to the painkillers. That House was always ready to help a friend, sometimes through some odd actions, but always getting the job done. She opened her mouth before she remembered what the problem was and shut it blushing.

House stared at her surprised by the reddening on her face. "What? It can't be anything worse that what we've been through at work. Can it?" He frowned.

Cuddy looked at her hands on her lap, let out a cry of frustration and buried her face to her hands. She heard the chair and the little thumps that came when his cane touched the floor. He came behind her desk and touched her shoulder.

"C'mon Cuddy. I'm not gonna tell, you that. I'm sure you're being way too drama queen about whatever this is" House said and shook his head. "Let's get out of here. Have cup of coffee, somewhere else than down at the cafeteria. And since this is your conflict it'll be on you."

Cuddy chuckled before lifting her eyes to meet his and turned her chair to meet him. He lifted his brows in question and she got up from the chair, sighing, for the hundred time today. He was standin so close that the scent of him filled her head. There was heat coming from his body that she predicted would feel hard under her hands. Cuddy had to look up at him, being a little shorter than he was. House's cristal clear eyes were observing her as she was going through his every facial feature and finally landing her eyes under his chin where the stubble was dark, and if she'd touched it it would feel rough in a way that was just right. God how she wanted to touch his cheek to feel the roughness there. She was aware that it had become harder to breath and every time she took a breath his scent would be even more stronger. Cuddy could hear him swallow. Finally it became too much and with a little cry she melted against House, kissing his lips while he dropped his cane and wrapped his arms around her as he kissed her back, hard. Somewhere behind Cuddy's brains was a thought that this felt exactly same as it had felt like last night with her nightly lover.

A/N: I don't know what's becoming out of this. I was just frustrated after not finding any fic where they would get down on Cuddy's table. Will they this time? Hopefully... R&R is always nice :)