House and Cuddy Past.
College Style.
Song fic.
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Cuddy slapped her phone shut as she got out of the car with some of her friends. They were all laughing as they made their way into the club.
Pushing through the doors, the darkness had become darker, but with lights swirling around.
They all went their separate ways. Cuddy had plenty of places to go, but her attention was drawn towards the dance floor. Guys glanced her way as she circled the floor.

It's getting late
I'm making my way over to my favorite place
I gotta get my body moving
Shake the stress away
I wasn't looking for nobody when you looked my way
Possible candidate, yeah

House was at the far end of the bar, leaning casually onto the counter in his slick attire. As slick as it was, it seemed a little out of place being in a club like this.
Black fedora tilted down, hands casually resting in his black slacks with a black suit to embrace his fit torso, you could mistake him for one of them "cats" from back then. As if this wasn't dazzling enough, his voice clear and smooth tonight, a slight stubble along his jaw, and dangerous eyes hidden by the hat waited for the prey to come closer.
Finding her way onto the dance floor he watched her, sipping his rocky scotch, and retrieved the lemon on the glasses edge with his teeth. Grinding down, it stung his tongue and throat. After relieving all the juices, he spit it back into the ice setting down the glass onto the counter before taking her on.

Who knew
That you'd be up in here looking like you do
You're making staying over here, impossible
Baby, I must say your aura is incredible
If you don't have to go, don't

Don't. Move.
He had snuck up behind her and carefully whispered. Stopped dead in the center of the floor, he let a shiver run up and down her spine before he rested his hand on her shoulder. She didn't dare turn around.
"Are you alone." he asked her quietly.
"Friends; Girls."
"No date? You lesbian? Cause this would make this encounter all the more hot."
"Are we gonna talk or dance?" she said with a broken voice. As he slid his hands down to her waist, they began to sway with the music. She trembled a little. She had no idea who this was yet this feeling was amazing. This dangerous anxiety-like feeling.
"Don't be afraid," twisting her around, he kept his head bowed. He tried his best to keep his voice unrecognizable.

Do you know what you started?
I just came here to party
But now we're rocking on the dance floor, actin' naughty
Your hands around my waist
Just let the music play
We're hand in hand, chest to chest and now we're face to face

She put her hands on his shoulders and kept moving. Both of them were twisting and turning, both bodies matching up in perfect sync.
"You normally do this to girls you randomly run into?"
"No."
"So why am I so special?"
"I didn't randomly run into you." he spun her around again, chest to back and she put her hands on the side of his face.
"You know me?" he hesitated.
"No. I just knew you could dance."
"You don't know me."
"I can just pick up things like that."
"Interesting."
"Why..." he slid his voice. Things were getting smoother, but the heat of the floor intensified, both of them sweating.
"You--sound like a guy I know."
"Do I know him?"
"You from around here?" she asked with a laugh.
"Yeah."
"You should."
"Popular much?"
"You could say."
"You like him?"
"In a way."
"And how,"
"Enough."
"You're comfortable talking about him to a complete stranger, sounds like more than enough."
"And how would you know."
"I told you--" he slid down, grazing her legs and slid back up to her ear.
"I know people."
"Right.." spinning her again she came in a little tighter, his arm practically embracing her waist with head to head. They were isolated within the crowd of people, the passion and heat rising.

Baby are you ready cause it's getting close
Don't you feel the passion ready to explode?
What goes on between us no-one has to know
This is a private show

"Why the hell are you wearing a suit.." she asked almost breathless.
"Why the hell are you wearing sexy? Oh wait, that's not a brand name."
"I'm sweating a flood here, I can only imagine what its like under there."
"Wanna find out?"
SLAP. A quick whip was swung along his cheek.
"Yeah yeah. I swear, I don't need another House."
"--who?" he asked 'clueless'.
"Doesn't matter, just shut up."
"You keep talking about him."
"Because you keep reminding me."
"You're reminding yourself."
"I didn't know dancing with you would require twenty questions."
"Trust me you already met the requirements to dance with me."
"You're one to have standards?"
"More like expectations. I don't let just any floozy pass my way."
"I'm a floozy now?"
"Like I said, you past my expectations. And may I add, with flying colors."
"Good to know."
"Yes-s." he twisted her out for the final time chest to back again while he rested his chin on her shoulder beside her ear.
"Just look what you started.." he whispered in her ear.
"What,"
"Came here with the guys, now I'm here with you acting naughty. Actually, that's a good thing."
"How is it my fault, you came onto me--"
"It's either the booze prior to this or like I said before, you're wearing the sexy. I think I'd kill myself if you weren't some past hooker or something."
"I wasn't." he let out a 'groan'.
"Then you're just another girly on campus looking to get wasted."
"I was. Now I'm just sweating here with you."
"Now that was hot."
"Hence why I said it, House." he tensed.
"What are you doing here?" they kept dancing, like water that doesn't stop flowing.
"You idiot. Don't play stupid. I knew you wanted me here."
"So you knew all along this was me?"
"At first I was actually really scared. I knew you'd come in eventually, just not like that."
"Why ya gotta jerk my chain girl?" he asked sarcastically.
"Because you jerked mine. And because you forced me to dance--"
"I didn't force you."
"Right. Like you just didn't have the advantage."
"You could've walked away." he paused before going on. "So, what now your place?"
"What dancing, now sex?"
"You knew as much as I do that this is where things were going."
"You're an idiot."
"No strings attached." he quickly said.
"Right."
"I'll detach easily. You on the other hand." she hesitated.

I wanna take you away
Let's escape into the music, DJ let it play
I just can't refuse it
Like the way you do this
Keep on rockin' to it
Please don't stop the, please don't stop the
Please don't stop the music

"You better be sober enough by the time I meet you. Fifteen minutes."
"Whatever you say, party pants." she smiled as they broke apart, both reaching separate ends of the floor to meet back at her dorm.
After tonight, their views of each other would quickly change.