It was 7 PM. Cuddy fastened her colar in front of the mirror, she Heard someone’s knocking to the door. She took her bolsa from the mesa, tabela and went to open. As she expected it was House. He was dressed like always, this time in his motor jacket, capacete in the left and cane in the right hand. He checked her out from her feet to the head and smirked. She always looked like 5 million bucks but this time she applied to look better if that’s even possible. She remembered his words about plunging necklines and short skirts and she knew he wasn’t joking, so she wore her new skirt, same length as always but red what was certainly turning him on. She wore also black blusa and red and black heels.

“Well… Hi” she begun shyly, being in totally new situation

“Hi,” he answered extraordinarily nice as she was little shocked. “You ready?”

“Yes, I’m.”

“So let’s go” he stepped from the door to let her go out and close the door.

She followed him to the motorbike, think about the way of getting onto the bike in that skirt.

“ Don’t worry, we won’t be driving too long. Try to sit as you think you feel comfortable for this few minutes” he said, pulling capacete on his head and putting the cane near the bike. He sat on the bike waiting for her. She pulled one of her hands her on his arm, put her leg on the other side of the machine and propped her heels on the footers.

“Okay, we can go now”

“Are you afraid to hold me mais than you’re afraid to fall off the bike?” he asked her with a smile, turning his head to her

“I’m not…” she said and carefully slided her hands around his waist.

As he stared the engine, she tighten her grip.

They were riding about 10 minutes, Cuddy still held him tight almost laying on his back. On the last crossing he turned left and stopped the bike on a bridge. He turned the engine down and pulled off the helmet.

“Where are we? Why did we stop here?” she asked taking her straggly hair from her face.

“On the bridge.”

“I can see that.” She answered ironically as House helped her to get off the motor bike. She smoothened her dress and looked around.

“There,” he smiled and pointed to the opposite side of the bridge. Under the lantern there was a small, wooden table, with already prepared plates with comida and two glasses of red wine.

“Wow… that is totally not your style” she followed him and he helped her with a chair. She couldn’t believe her eyes.

“Don’t worry, I’ve stolen... I mean I borrowed this pretty furniture from our hospital so we could bring them back later and feel like início por the way.”

"OUR hospital?” she sent him suspicious look.

“Oh don’t be like that.” He smiled a little again and sat in front of her in the opposite site of the table.

“And the comida is still pretty warm… How did you do that?” she was really impressed, still couldn’t believe in what’s happening.

“Enjoy the dinner,” he said, taking cutlery and tasting a bite.

She smiled back and did the same thing. The comida tasted great. Everything was so bright, shiny and strange at the same time now. She was worried that it will unfortunately end up soon and they will have to go back to the real life and ‘House-and-Cuddy’ normal days. But who cares, she was sitting there eating a romantic bridge jantar with him. As her thought were running through her mind she look deeply into his blue eyes.

“Wanna talk about something?” he asked chewing another bite.

“Actually… yes,” she put the cutlery aside and hide her hands under the table. She cleared her throat and started to ask “What the hell happened in the elevator?”

“I thought you’re a big girl and know how this things are called” he smirked putting aside his cutlery, too.

“House, I’m a big girl and you’re a… big boy, let’s say, and you know exactly what I mean.” She was nervously playing with her fingers under the table.

“Well… if that moron wouldn’t stop us I think you could finally… free your needs.”

“Free my needs?”

“Come on Cuddy, we both know not everyone want to pleasure you as often as you wish. You seem too bossy for men, boss. “ he smiled pertly ”And you are a workaholic which means you have almost zero chances to meet someone in the real world. I thought someone should let you finally feel something. You know that I’m probably the only one who knows you that good” he didn’t revert his eyes from her.

“Shut up,” he could hear an anger in her voice. “I should never let you play your games por your rules.” She took her bolsa from the mesa, tabela and stood up from the chair. “I’m really sorry that you are who you are and I’m not going to talk to you about my amor life. And por the way, you can’t fuck me everywhere on any time you want. Practically, you don’t you dare try to do this to me again.”

He didn’t want to make her angry. He didn’t suspect his words can touch her this much.

“Hey,” he stood up and caught her por the wrist.

“Just let me go House” she said but didn’t try to set free from his grip.

“I’m… sorry for saying all of this but I can’t help it’s all true…” he pulled her gently towards himself and looked deep into her eyes.

“What do you want from me House?...” she almost whispered

“I want to drive you home, is that okay?”

“Yes.” She said and he let go of her wrist and followed her to the motor bike. As she was ready to get onto it he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind her and moved his mouth to her ear

“You really thought I let you run away from me so quickly?”