The response to this has been amazing. Thank you all for your support. It feels like I've been writing this for ages but it's only been around 16 days and despite the moments where writers block kicked in, I really enjoyed it. I hope the last chapter meets your expectations as I've re-written it so many times before I was happy with it.

Cuddy was asleep on the couch when she heard the knocking at her front door. Bleary eyed, she checked the time, 11:27pm. She sighed, annoyed that she was unable to sleep all the way through and wake up with her 'family'. She swung her legs around rubbing at her eyes and running a hand through her hair. The knocking sounded again.

Who the hell would be here at this time?

She froze. Only one person would turn up to her house at this time of night and she panicked. She smoothed a hand down her wrinkled skirt as she made her way to the front door. Looking through the peephole, her guess was confirmed. House was stood there fidgeting and she ran her hand through her hair once more before pulling the door open.

Neither one spoke, instead choosing to watch the other's expressions for answers to their unasked questions.

House cleared his throat. "I figured it was you harassing me earlier. Thought I should come over."

Cuddy smiled. She knew he had caller ID and she also knew that he knew, she knew. He needed an excuse to turn up. "Right. Do you want to come in?" She asked, standing aside.

He nodded and made his way into the hall. Cuddy closed the door behind him, she could tell he was nervous by the way he stood taking in every, already seen, detail. She walked past him into the living room and nodded to one of the armchairs.

"Can I get you anything?" Cuddy asked. She had never felt so awkward around him.

"Got any scotch?" She nodded heading to the kitchen, knowing that hard liquor was the way he dealt with things.

She made her way back to the living room, where she found him pacing, and handed him the glass, placing the bottle on the coffee table as she sat down. She watched him carefully, taking in his movements as he downed the drink and proceeded to pour himself another.

After he drank that in one too, he sat on the coffee table opposite her and spoke. "My patient died." He said simply.

She had to admit, she was slightly surprised. That wasn't really what she expected him to say right now… "Do you –"

"It was either the disease or the treatment. Foreman's trying to get the family to agree to an autopsy."She blinked as he fell silent. That couldn't be all. He poured himself another drink, gulping it down like he had the previous two.

"I thought you should know. If it was our fault they'll be a hefty lawsuit for you to deal with tomorrow," he told her standing up. Cuddy stood up as he went to leave the room, grabbing hold of his arm. She couldn't believe he was just going to go.

"You didn't just come here for that." It wasn't a question but he shook his head. "Tell me," she whispered.

House closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them, Cuddy could have cried at the emotion that was showing in them. "I…" He cleared his throat and tried again. "I'm egotistical, manipulative and people are constantly telling me how much of an ass, jerk or bastard I am but a few people actually like that about me."

She nodded. "With you so far…" She could see he was getting into the swing of things, nerves no longer a factor.

"And you're one of them. I don't know why but like that about me. I spend my time pissing you off and you still come back for more. You're one of the only people who can match me. You give as good as you get and the power struggle is…well let's just say, in my fantasies, many an argument has ended with angry sex." He leered at her slightly and she could feel the burn in her cheeks. "What I'm saying is that this thing between us is a love/hate thing and I think, if I could make it work with anyone, it would be you."

"Think?" She said with a smile, her own eyes glistening at his confession. She was teasing him now. It was a dangerous move but his expression told her he wanted some kind of normalcy to the situation.

"Well there's always Wilson but I refuse to have Cutthroat Bitch's sloppy second. Anyway, I enjoy watching your ass more."

Cuddy beamed up at him and the butterflies reappeared as he smiled back. Not a smirk but a real genuine smile. She wrapped her arms round his neck pulling his head down towards her own, their noses touching, warm breath on each other's lips. "Say it," she whispered.

"Say what?"

"Tell me you want me."

"I'm pretty sure I just said all that." She didn't reply, instead choosing to brush her lips against his. He sighed, giving an exaggerated roll of his eyes. "Lisa Cuddy, I want you."

She smirked at him as she kissed him and he reciprocated with such passion she was sure she would melt from it. Eventually they pulled back slightly, the need for oxygen too great. Both of them smirking.

"I want you too, Gregory House."

"Like I didn't know." He rolled his eyes again.

"Shut up." She told him, pulling him in for another passionate kiss.

Cuddy gave a happy sigh as she opened her eyes. She was in her own bed with House beside her. She smiled, shuffling closer to him like she had that first day he had appeared in bed with her, only this time she wasn't shocked or embarrassed. She didn't feel the need to jump out of bed to cover her self up or throw clothing at him. She wanted him there and he wanted to be there and her smile grew wider at the thought. She tilted her head up from its position on his chest, feeling a warmth rush through her body as she watched him sleep.

"What started all this?" he mumbled, though he didn't open his eyes.

"Started what?" She asked, slightly startled at the sound of his voice.

He looked down at her and they locked gazes. "What made you want to be with me? You bugged me about feelings and choices for a week. Why?"

She gave a shrug. "A dream…?" It was weak and she knew it. A dream didn't do it justice but it was the only thing that didn't make her sound crazy.

"Oh. One of those dreams…Yeah, I got those a lot too," he smirked. She hit him playfully on the shoulder, blushing slightly.

"I guess it's always been there." She told him seriously and he nodded. "The only people that didn't know about how we felt about each other was us."

He pulled her in tighter. "I'm glad you had that dream." He told her and she could see just how glad he was from the expression on her face. "You gonna tell me what happened?"

"No," she smiled, knowingly, placing her head back on his chest as she ran a hand over her stomach. She was pretty sure he'd find out soon enough.