***After many months, and many attempts at writing another fiction which I liked as much as this one, I came back to my "old faithfull". I'm hoping the story didn't lose all its steam. The new season is so different. But I like writing these two back in season 5. Enjoy ! More to come! ***********

Chapter 15

"This feels kind of, I don't know…so surreal." She said coming back into the living room after having put Rachel down for the night.

"Think so?" He answered nonchalantly, taking a sip from his beer.

"Yes, yes!" she answered smiling, "you here, us…what happened last night." She reached up and fidgeted with the pearls around her neck.

"Are you nervous?" he asked smiling and squinting his eyes as he searched hers for a clue as to what she was feeling.

"Yeah," she laughed "after how many years, and countless compromising situations that you have put me in, for some reason, I feel really….nervous."

"Don't be." He said standing up and walking towards her.

"Well, what are we supposed to do now?" she asked shrugging her shoulders. "Just what, try to co-exist? Have a civil conversation?"

"We could have sex?" He answered smiling and placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Greg," she sighed shrugging his hand off, "I'm serious. I just…"

"Hey," he laughed reaching out to her again, "Hey, I was kidding." He put his hand on her shoulder and slowly started to rub it. "Cuddy relax."

She laughed again nervously. "I don't know why I feel so…"

"Come here," he whispered gruffly, pulling her into his arms. "This," he said, punctuating the word with a quick kiss on her lips "is exactly why we never went down this road."

Cuddy knew he was right. And she knew that no matter how much she wanted to be in his arms right now, she just couldn't, couldn't relax.

"Come sit on the couch." He said releasing her and limping over to her overstuffed sofa. "Come on," he smiled and patted the seat beside him.

She stood frozen in her spot, staring at him. "I need a cup of tea." She smiled. To relax.

"Would you grab me another beer?" he called out as she headed towards the kitchen. He leaned back and poured the remaining gulp of beer down his throat before reaching for the remote. He turned o the TV and flicked aimlessly through the channels. He had expected this to be awkward. But Jesus, nothing like this. Cuddy was a nervous wreck, and the only reason he was sticking around was to try and keep this from being even worst the next day, and besides he wanted to sleep with her again, and again, and again.

He heard the kettle whistling and within a minute she was in the doorway again. A beer in one hand a cup of tea in the other, a smile on her face. She walked over and sat beside him on the couch.

"I'm sorry." She said curling herself up beside him, the steaming tea cup cupped between both her hands. "I don't know why I feel like this."

House shut the TV off and turned to face her. "Do you want me to go?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.

"No," she answered quickly, "No, I want you to stay."

He smiled and reached for his beer. "Good" he answered, as he brought it to his lips. "Because I had no intention of going"

Cuddy blew into her tea, and absentmindedly took small sips. After a few moments of silence she asked "when's the last time you changed that dressing?"

"Ahhh, again with the dressing. I changed it this morning…mom!" he answered.

She smiled; "let me check on it" Then paused before adding "make sure you did a good job."

He turned to look at her "why do you have to get all 'Doctor Cuddy' on me?"

"I don't get all 'Dr Cuddy'," she smiled raising an eyebrow, "I am all 'Dr Cuddy.'"

He fixed his eyes on hers, "My leg's fine."

"You need to change your dressing daily," she countered "you're a doctor, you know that."

"Exactly" he responded his voice even and measured, "Which is what I did, and I don't need you to check it."

She opened her mouth than closed it. She shook her head lightly, then blew softly into her tea, and took a few small sips before answering him. "Medicine makes me feel comfortable. It's my touchstone, I guess."

"Jesus," he exclaimed leaning his head back and throwing his arms wide apart over the back of the couch "am I making you that uncomfortable?"

She was silent. The truth was, she was incredibly uncomfortable, she had basically bared her soul, and her everything to him in the past 24 hours, but that had been in the midst of chaos, internal chaos. But now, now that he was there, sitting beside her on the couch she felt like, like she didn't know how to behave.

"I'm the same me, the same ass, the same everything" he said with his eyes fixed on the ceiling "except for now we've done it!" he finished turning to face her with an evil grin.

"You are an ass." She said shaking her head slightly and taking another sip of her tea.

He sat up and turned to face her "I am, " he said reaching out and taking the cup of tea out of her hands to rest it on the coffee table besides his beer, "but as I like to say, 'tonight I'm the only ass you've got' so come here." He reached his arms around her waist and pulled her over towards him.

She resisted slightly and then let herself be pulled into his arms. He leaned over and pecked her on the lips, once than twice, than his lips parted and he slid his tongue into her mouth. His hand ran up her back, over her neck and into her hair. They kissed for a minute or so, and then he pulled away, and looked at her, her big grey eyes were still closed and her cheeks were flushed, she was absolutely beautiful, and he wanted to make her feel relaxed. He inhaled deeply, and started to push himself up off the couch. This was going to suck.

"Come on Cuddy, "he mumbled under his breath, "I've got to check on this damned dressing, it hurt like hell this morning." He got to his feet and turned to face her, "can you give me a hand?" he asked before turning his back and limping towards the hallway.

She smiled and put her tea down on the coffee table, he was trying, really trying. She must have cast a spell on him she thought to herself, because this was House putting himself under the microscope to ease her frayed nerves. Tucking a loose curl behind her ear, she padded down the hall behind him before he lost his nerve.

"Oh Greg," she sighed reaching out and tentatively touching the faded bruises that seeped in and around the edges of his scar.

"Cuddy…." He stiffened. He hated her near his scar, looking at it, touching it, anything.

"You made me so worried." She whispered shaking her head softly and placing her palm gently over the marred skin.

"Aughhh! Come on Cuddy!" He leaned his head back "you know better than to worry about me!"

She looked up at him, her lips pressed together in a firm line, her large grey eyes growing more watery by the minute. "And you know better than to think I'll stop worrying," she met his eyes and added softly, "especially about you."

"Just give me the stuff," he muttered looking down, uncomfortable at having been told; right there, at point blank range just how much she did care about him. "I'll change it myself." He reached out towards the sink, but her hands stopped his.

"I'll do it." She said firmly, snapping on a pair of latex gloves and reaching for the edge of his bandage, in one swift moved she pulled it off.

"Oww, shit!" he yelled, looking down at his thigh, and the red mark left by the bandage. "What the hell was that for?"

"Not such a softy am I?" she answered coyly, raising one eyebrow as she looked up at him

"Well, you didn't need to give me a leg waxing!" He rubbed the side of his leg.

"Stop being such a baby, it was hardly that bad" she sassed, "besides, why did you put the bandage over all that hair?"

"Ahhhh," he said as he kept rubbing, "My whole leg is like that!"

"That is why," she said reaching for a bottle of antiseptic, "at the hospital, my hospital, they wrapped all the way around your leg, instead of taping across it." She looked up and smiled, reaching for a roll of gauze.

"Yeah, well, a clear waste of gauze." he answered looking into her eyes and shrugging.

"And besides," she continued, finishing with the gauze and getting an ace bandage, "I thought we wanted to keep some compression on this to avoid…"

"clots." He finished her sentence and put his hand over hers. "I'll take it from here." He whispered firmly, suddenly feeling uncomfortable and, taking over the final parts of the bandaging without meeting her eyes.

She stood and peeling the gloves off leaned against the sink. "I was only trying to help." She said softly.

He finished the wrap and kept his eyes looking down. "I just don't like anyone near my leg." he mumbled.

She looked at his boxers and smiled, raising an eyebrow "You certainly don't seem to mind too much." She said shyly.

He looked down, and reached a hand grabbing at his crotch, to block both her view and his growth. "Jesus Cuddy!" he laughed.

She laughed with him and stepped forward, nudging herself in between his legs. "What?" she asked innocently, "I'm just saying you didn't seem to mind my hands in that area too, too much." She rested both her hands on his shoulders, and rubbed her fingers across the stubble on his neck.

"For someone who was all nerves" he stated gruffly, reaching his hands up and resting them on her hips before looking up into her eyes, "You certainly got comfortable with your surroundings pretty fast."

She looked down at him for a moment, happily registering the fact that she had made the impossible happen, a small trace of a flush had spread across his stubbly cheeks. His hair was scruffy and graying at the temples, he was in his boxers and a t-shirt. His bright blue eyes looked up and locked on hers. She could feel his hands resting warmly and firmly on her hips, as his thumbs rubbed small circles. She inhaled deeply, and exhaled every single trace of insecurity that had been inside her all evening.

He was here with her now, and she didn't think that she had ever in her entire life wanted a man more than she wanted him right then and there.

She raised her hands and ran them through his hair, all the while keeping her eyes focused on his. Then she leaned forward and slowly, so slowly pressed her lips on his. "I'm not nervous anymore." She whispered into his mouth in between kisses.

"I can tell." He answered back huskily as he slid his hands up her back, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss between them.

He could feel her smiling against his lips, and he swore that any minute his heart would explode right out of his chest. She pulled away and placed both hands on either side of his cheeks. "House," she said "I think it's time for bed."

With that she turned and took his hand and pulled him to his feet.

****Wow, I must say this chapter was really hard . But in the end I loved it ! I missed this story, and hope to pick it up if anyone is still onboard w/ me. So…you know what to do REVIEW !*****