Title: GAMES
Author: Skylarcat
Classification: Huddy Chapter Fic
Rating: R
Feedback: Yes, please.
Summary: Cuddy and House are playing games…uh, oh…looks like it ends with a "BANG"!! :)
Note: House and Cuddy are characters that belong to David Shore, Fox Broadcasting, and Shore Z Productions and Bad Hat Harry Productions. Yes, I have used them without permission. However, no copyright infringement is intended. And I will return them intact and a lot more satisfied.

Games: 1.) An amusement or pastime; 2.) A competitive activity involving skill, chance, or endurance and played according to a set of rules for the amusement of the players or spectators, and 3.) The number of points required to win a game.

Chapter One:

She was a woman on a mission. The red stiletto heels that she wore screamed angrily against the hard concrete as she made her way through the hospital. Even the way that her hips swayed in her tight black pencil skirt announced that she wasn't in the mood to be messed with. A few fellow colleagues noticed her nearing and quickly dodged out of her way. Recognizing that now wasn't the time to approach her, and who ever her intended victim was, well god-bless them.

She rounded the corner at a feverish pace. The fluorescent lights that flickered above her head did little to hide the scowl on her lips. She eyed the hospital corridors, like an eagle in search of prey. Finally, she located her intended target standing at the nurse's station.

His tall frame labored lazily against the desk, using the handle of his cane, he pulled the jar of lollipops in his direction. She watched with a frown as he dug his hand into the jar, selecting a handful of cherry flavored suckers then stuffed the candy into his coat pocket.

"House," she practically shouted. "I want to see you in my office." She neared her office, swinging the door opened forcefully then turned back in his direction. "NOW," she shouted at him, her arm lifting and pointing in the direction of her office.

He had managed to retrieve a red patient folder and now regarded it as a shield to his face, peering over the top of it to stare at her. She narrowed her eyes and arched her shoulders back, gaining more height. She placed her hands on her hips, announcing to him that she was in total administrator mode and not in the mood to play games.

Her stance must have worked for he lowered the file in realization that he had been caught and that there was nowhere for him to retreat. She mused that he probably hadn't even read the patient file in which he held.

He rolled his eyes as he discerningly wedged the folder into the black tray then reached for his cane succumbing to her direction. "Ready for a little afternoon delight," he asked as he neared in a voice loud enough for the whole hospital to hear. She watched as a few spectators smirked at his comment.

She narrowed her eyes even further, still pointing in the direction of her office. Her Prada clad foot began to tap in annoyance as he took his time approaching her. As he lumbered past her, he made sure to brush up against her; his attempt to fuel the rumors that already circulated about them sleeping together. He paused briefly to smile down at her.

She took a step back, allowing space between them and occupied herself with straightening her blouse. Finally, he was in her office and she turned to close her office door, catching the amused expressions of several nurses. She glared at them before slamming the door shut.

She watched as House took his familiar seat and sighed as she headed towards her desk. She stared at him for a moment, contemplating on why they insisted on playing these games with one another. Obviously, he got off from having her yell at him. That was the only reason she could think of on why he deliberately tried to annoy her. However, games were played by two and she often was a willing participate in these games. So what was her excuse?

She moved a few files around on her desk as she took her own seat, glancing in his direction, she shook her head. "House, how many times do I have to tell you that you can't threaten a patient just because he won't…" she paused, realizing that he wasn't paying any attention to her. She followed the path of his eyes to the cove of her cleavage. "House, stop staring at my breasts,' she snapped.

His eyes slowly made their way back up to her face; his lips turning up in a devious smirk as he leaned back in his chair. "Well stop having the girls out for display," he stated. "If you don't want me to stare then put them away."

The sudden urge to punch him washed over her like a spring tide riding along the shore. She gripped the edge of her desk tightly; her knuckles turning a shade paler. Her lips drew downward. "You're such a sexist pig," she commented as she leaned forward, placing her chin in her hand.

He shrugged. "And you enjoy using your sexuality to get what you want." His eyes glistened with amusement as he reached into his coat pocket and retrieved a single red lollipop. His eyes never left her as he pulled the plastic wrapper off then allowed it to drop on her office floor. He gave her a slight smile before placing the sucker into his mouth.

So this is how he wanted to play, she thought as she gradually stood from her chair. Her eyes momentarily rested on the trash he left on her floor as she made her way to the front of her desk. "You're picking that up," she informed him.

His blue eyes appeared to laugh at her from under dark lashes. He glanced at the wrapper for a moment then turned to her. "Or what?" He questioned.

She leaned against her desk and crossed her arms. She weighed the pros and cons on punching one of her employees and decided that a lawsuit wouldn't be in her best interest. "You just earned more clinic hours," she informed him; her voice affirmative.

He snorted then shrugged, motioning with his cane in her direction. "Just add them to the other hours that I have no intention of ever doing."

If she was keeping track, which she wasn't, then he would have just scored the first point in this little game of theirs. If she was playing this little game with him, which she wasn't, or that she would admit, she would need to up the ante.

She lifted her leg, resting her foot on the arm of his chair and watched as his eyes instinctively went to the bare skin of her calf. He swallowed which caused the lollipop to hang loosely from his lips, and she chose that moment to strike. Swiftly, she grabbed the lollipop before he had time to respond and held it just out of his reach. So perhaps she would play his game just this once.

"Hey! No fair," he pouted. He reached high for the lollipop, but she was a little quicker and turned causing him to miss his target. She shook her head at him.

He sighed as he retreated back into his chair, eyeing her curiously. "You do know you just proved me right."

She lowered her foot from his chair and narrowed her eyes slightly confused. "And how's that?" she asked.

He leaned forward, offering her a smile. "You just used your sexuality to get what you wanted." He pointed his finger into her chest and added, "And you enjoyed it."

She frowned as her mind contemplated his words. Perhaps he did have a point. She glanced at the lollipop she still held and shrugged. "Oh well," she mumbled, taking the cherry flavored candy and placing it into her own mouth.

She could her him inhale as she continued to lap at the hard candy. She slowly pulled the sucker back and forth between her lips, fully enjoying the taste of cherry upon her tongue. His mouth was slightly agape, watching her carefully.

Now, again, if she was keeping track, then she definitely just scored a point making them dead even.

She swirled her tongue around the base of the lollipop then pointed the hard candy at him. "Don't you have work do?" she asked.

A slight cough escaped his throat and she watched as he fidgeted in his seat, pulling slightly at his pants. She lowered her eyes to his lap and noticed what the problem was. "Oh," she announced as the corner of her lips turned upward. "Either your cane is now in your pants or you're just happy to see me."

"Oh real nice," he muttered, shaking his head at her. "This is a medical condition." Her brow shot up. "Besides," he added. "You don't play fair."

She shrugged. "So sue me." She placed the lollipop back into her mouth and headed in the direction of her office door. Before opening the door, she turned back in his direction. "I'll eh, leave you to um, release the tension if you know what I mean." She gestured to his lap.

He wore an amused expression as he informed her, "This isn't over, Cuddy."

She smiled, knowing that he was right. She might have won this battle, but the war was far from being over and only one of them would be victorious.