A/N: Alright peeps. I'm not sure where this story is going to go. All I know is that it won't be very long and I'm toying with shorter chapters as well. Sorta like...little adventures. So we'll see how long it ends up being when I'm done with it. I might surprise myself. I tried writing something else but it didn't work, so it's on the back burner for awhile while I work on this one. I'm hoping this will maybe spark something. It's happened before *shrug*

Anyway, this fic is inspired by the episode "Man of the House"


Disclaimer: I don't own House or any of its characters. However, the smut scenes in this story are all mine baby!

Chapter 1

"With this ring...I thee wedded." House turned over in bed as the images of the past couple of days played through his mind. It was a strange feeling of déjà vu, but that time was different and he didn't know quite what to make of it. The first time he slipped the gold band on Dominika's finger had been for Cuddy's benefit. Of course, the fact that Dominika was hot didn't hurt either. She had been more than happy to act as House's maid and cook as long as he provided her with a fake marriage so she could obtain a green card. It was a win-win as far as they were concerned.

That is, until she kissed him.

He never forgot that kiss, either. No matter how hard he tried, it stayed with him even after she took off for Atlantic City with a boyfriend.

Now she was back, and they had to play the part of a happily married couple to ensure she wouldn't get deported and he wouldn't return to prison for fraud.

He opened one eye and saw her lying next to him. Still awake herself, she was looking at him, studying him as if she was trying to figure him out.

Good luck with that, he thought to himself. And yet, something deep down wanted her to figure him out.

If she wasn't so damn beautiful it would be easier. He could do what needed to be done and send her packing, green card in her hot little hand.

That still didn't explain why he became aroused by her dancing around his living room. To Amy Grant of all things.

Damn, I'm so screwed.

"You can't sleep either?" she whispered in the dim light of the bedroom. It was their first night in the same bed since the INS gave them a second chance to prove their marriage wasn't a sham.

But it was. True, they were legally married, but they also hadn't consummated it. If anyone knew, the marriage would immediately be declared null and void and off they'd go to God only knows where.



House rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. "I don't know. Why aren't you sleeping?"

"Too much on my mind," her sweet, soft voice replied in that sexy as hell accent.

"One night down, five months and thirty-one days to go. Give or take."

"It won't be all bad, Greg."

He turned his head to look at her. "You're ridiculously optimistic."

Dominika shrugged. "We're here. We might as well make the best of it, yes? And I will be paying you the thirty thousand dollars if we pass."

"Well, we kind of didn't pass. If you hadn't gone into that sob story, the guy wouldn't have done anything but ship you back to Ukraine and me to Prison. Like it or not, that's the reality of the situation."

"But if we play house...like married couple, it will not happen," she pointed out, while gently poking him in the ribs.

He flinched, amused that she'd found one of his more ticklish spots. "You seriously want to try...playing House?"

She giggled, and it was infectious. It made the corners of his lips turn up in a smile of his own. "Do we have a choice?"

"We have a choice, but the outcome of the other option won't be very good."

"The agents will be surprising us, no?"

"Yep. At every turn."

"So what do we do?"

"Pretend to be crazy about each other for the next six months and pray we don't screw it up."

"Do you think we can do it?"

"Oh, baby...we're going to do it."