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Disclaimer: I do not own House, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 09:� In
the Wee Small Hours of the Morning (Reprise)

�� This time, as she awoke in the
middle of the night, it took only a moment for her to realize what had
disturbed her sleep.� The thunderstorms
had increased in intensity over the past few hours, and there was a gusty wind
blowing noisily against the house in addition to the crashing of thunder and
the rapid flashes of lightning.� She
propped herself up on her elbow to check the clock, and then put her other arm
out behind her.

Although the sheet felt warm, her
fingertips did not encounter a solid shape as she searched behind her.� Sighing softly, she turned and confirmed that
the other side of the bed was indeed empty.

She lay back and stared up at the
ceiling, watching the quick succession of light and shadow flicker across the
room as the lightning continued.�
Although he hadn�t directly answered her with a yes when she asked him
if he would be staying for the night, the fact that he hadn�t said no had led
her to hope that he would.

Turning back onto her left side,
she rose up slightly to plump her pillow, and then, as the lightning flashed
again, she saw that his clothes were still lying where she had tossed them on
the floor.� With a grin, she propped
herself up and looked over at the bathroom.�
Although the door was open, the next bolt of lightning confirmed that he
was not in that room either.

She cocked her head to the side and
was finally able to detect, between the rumbles of thunder, some indistinct
sounds coming from the direction of the kitchen.� Smiling, she threw off the covers and rose
out of the bed.� Pausing to throw on a
silky, light-blue robe, she padded on out into the hallway.

There was a soft glow coming from
the kitchen threshold, and she entered the room and grinned.� House was bending down, and there was
something quite comical about the sight of his bare buttocks bobbing up in the
air as he searched through her refrigerator.

�Something I can help you find?�
she asked, switching on the under-cupboard lights.

He apparently had heard her coming,
because he did not appear startled by either her voice or the sudden increase
in light.

�You know,� he said, standing up
and reaching out to pick up a carton of orange juice as he turned, �that if you
expect me to be spending some of my nights over here, you�re going to have to
invest in better junk food.�� He opened
up the carton and raised it to his lips, taking in a big swallow.� �Or some
junk food,� he said, closing the carton and returning it to the shelf.

�And you�re going to have to learn
to use a glass when you do that,� she said, leaning back against the counter.

�After what we�ve been doing this
evening, you�re concerned about getting my oral flora on your disposable container?�
he asked, raising his eyebrows.

He closed the refrigerator and
moved over to the pantry, beginning to search through the shelves there.

�There were some carrots and grapes
in the fridge,� she said.� �Isn�t that
good enough for my little jackrabbit?� she teased.

�I believe the word stallion is much more appropriate, don�t
you?� he snorted, frowning down at a box he was holding in his hand before
tossing it back on the shelf.

�Well, there were definitely some
alfalfa sprouts in there too,� she said.�
�All right, from now on I�ll be leaving a plate of raw meat out in case
I get a visit from my tiger,� she
promised.

She walked over to stand beside
him.� �There�s a bag of chips and some
M&Ms hidden behind the cereal boxes, on the top shelf,� she informed him.

He reached up to move a granola box
out of the way, and then paused and looked back at her.� �You hide
them from yourself?� he asked, squinting one eye as he turned to look at her.

She shrugged.� �Not exactly.�
But, that way, they�re not in plain view every time I open the door and
I have to work a bit to get to them.�

He pulled down the bag of candy,
ripped it open and poured out a handful into his palm.� �How many calories do you think you work off
by having to pick up a box?� he asked, after gobbling them down.

�None,� she said, widening her
eyes.� �But it gives me a few more
seconds to decide if I really want it before I reach out and grab for it.�

�No wonder you�re so desperate to
get laid.� Grab first, think later,� he
advised.

�Hey, any more smart comments, and
the next time I hide them, I won�t tell you where they are,� she threatened,
reaching out to grab the bag away from him.

He quickly moved it out of her
reach, and poured the remaining candy into his palm.

�Hey, piggy, give me some!� she
protested, trying to reach around him.

Using his advantage in height, he
raised his hand over his head to keep it out of her grasp.� �I don�t know,� he said, smiling down at
her.� �Are you sure you want some?� Don�t
make a hasty decision, now.�

�Yes, I�m sure,� she hissed.� �And just remember that you�re naked and in
the middle of a room that contains many sharp implements.�

He immediately lowered his arm, but
kept his hand pulled close to his chest, and looked down into his palm.� �What colors do you like?� he asked,
grudgingly.

She tossed her head.� �They all taste the same,� she said.

�Yeah,� he snorted, �that�s what
they say about women too.�

�Spare me the details,� she said,
as she reached over and picked a few candies out of his hand.� �You�re not exactly the sweetest guy I ever met, either.�

She ate hers one at a time as he
continued to swallow mouthfuls of them, so they finished eating at roughly the
same time.

�Now that you�ve satisfied that appetite,� she said, striding back
towards the door, �want to go satisfy another one of your hungers?�

�� She paused
by the door, with her hand on the light switch.�
He crumpled up the empty candy wrapper and tossed it onto the counter
before bending over to pick up his cane.

�� The
garbage is right there-� she began, sounding frustrated.� Then she broke off and started to giggle.

�� House
paused in mid-step and peered over at her.

�� I know
this will come as a shock to you, but to most men, laughter when you are
looking at their naked bodies is not an
aphrodisiac,� he informed her.

�� I�m
sorry,� she sputtered, trying to stop and catch her breath.� �But, I�ve just never seen you walk naked
with your cane before.� And the cane and
your-�

She stopped again to laugh.� �They just are kind of swinging together in
rhythm,� she finally managed to blurt out, moving her hands back and forth to
demonstrate.

�� His frown
deepened as he continued to walk towards her.�
Raising his cane in the air, he deftly managed to undo the tie around
her waist.� He then very slowly moved
both halves of her robe to the side, exposing her breasts.

�� Is that
the only similarity you can see between them?� he asked, tapping the end of his
cane very gently against her collarbone.

�� Oh, no,�
she breathed, smiling as she reached up and, circling her fingers around the
smooth surface, slowly ran her hand up and down the cane.� �There is a remarkable resemblance between the two right
now,� she assured him, as she looked down.

�� Hey, you
know what?� she added, suddenly releasing her grip, and moving to flip off the light
switch.� �I think I have some edible body
paints in my bedroom.�� She turned and
began moving down the hallway towards the bedroom, shrugging out of her robe as
she walked.� �If you hurry, I�ll bet
we�ll even have time to paint some flames on that one,� she said, turning back and pointing at him.� �That way they�ll be perfectly matched.�

�� He smiled
and began to hurry after her.� But House,
being House, could of course not let her have the final word.

�� Why don�t
I call Home Depot?� he suggested, as he came through the bedroom doorway.� �Have them send over a couple gallons of
shellac?� We might as well do your ass
while we�re at it.�

THE END

Ending notes:

Thanks to all who took the time to
leave reviews and comments, they were all appreciated.� I especially want to thank those who made me
feel so welcome as I entered into this new (for me)
category of fanfiction.� �Huddy shippers� seem to be an exceptionally friendly and
forgiving bunch!

My apologies to
those who were waiting for a Housian medical twist.� Cuddy�s TGA was TGA, and nothing (other than a combination of strenuous sex and
stress) was probably the cause of it.�
Her illness was never important in itself to me, it was the springboard
for a way to make them have to stop and reevaluate what each of them was
getting (and not getting) out of the relationship.� If it was strange for Cuddy to have House
explain why they were sleeping together, her initial response that the
situation seemed unbelievably weird was the impetus for him wondering if there
was any way their affair might turn into more than what they had initially
agreed on.

So, it only took seven chapters for
them to finally admit that they actually wanted to have sex with each other,
not just make a baby for Cuddy and help House pay off his Visa balance.� Maybe in about ten more chapters, I�ll
finally get these two mule-headed �people to admit they might even like
each other!� There�s an outside chance
that in about thirty chapters I might even get them to admit to a deeper
affection.

I mentioned to my editor that the
sex scene turned out a lot differently than what I had originally imagined for
them.� Talk about stubborn-those two
absolutely refused to just shut up and have sex.� But then I realized,
it�s their verbal sparring that I love most about their relationship.� Their banter, their joking, their
conversations have always been the most exquisite form of foreplay for them
anyway, there�s no way they�d suddenly abandon that just because they were
moving on to the main course.

Besides being my first story in
this fandom, this piece was also a new experience for me in that this was
actually the first time where I had completed writing the story (well, except
for the gratuitous sex scene and some minor polishing of details), before
beginning to post.� I felt an urgency
about making sure that this would be up and posted before the last four
episodes of Season Four would air and make the whole storyline completely
implausible, and vowed not to start something that I couldn�t finish in time to
accomplish this goal.� In the past, I
have sometimes found myself �painted into a corner� when I wanted to introduce
a storyline or plot twist, but found that what I wanted to write was
incompatible with what was already posted.�
I also plead guilty to writing stories that have started to drag on and
on, having lost their original intent or purpose and have to admit that several
of my tales have an abrupt change in tone mid-way through the story.� The other nice thing about writing this way
was that it allowed me to release at least two chapters a week, with the hope
that it would keep the story fresh in the minds of the readers without giving
them too many long chapters to absorb at once.

As an avid reader of fanfiction, I
must also confess that I myself have invested too much time reading some
glorious chapters of intensely interesting stories only to find that the author
abruptly stops, having lost the time, will or inspiration to finish what
they�ve begun.� So, if it is a while
before you see me posting another story, at least know
that I promise you that any story I do start to post will be completed.

I already have some more ideas for
House/Cuddy, a few are quite dark, one is only slightly Huddy-centric
and the other is a bit of smuffiness (combined smut
and fluffiness).� I also confess that
they are likely to get even more contrived than this story.� But, gosh, what are we Huddy
shippers to do?� If Davie
Shore and Katie Jacobs don�t hurry
up and get those two into bed, we�ve just got to do it ourselves, anyway we
can!

Here�s hoping that Season Five
doesn�t get interrupted by an actors� strike and that we get the promised
House/Cuddy storyline we�ve been promised.

Veresna
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