Cuddy glanced up in amusement. She might be Jewish, but this was one part of Christmas she would never admit to anyone that she enjoyed as much as the next person.
Chase approaches her in amusement, his hands tucked into the pockets of his lab coat. "Looks like you've gotten yourself into a bit of an awkward position there, Dr Cuddy," he noted.
Cuddy laughed, not surprised how easily Chase manages to afford the devious look. "So it would seem, Dr Chase," she returned with feigned politeness. "A little bit of holiday frivolity never hurt anyone, did it? Plus, an almost guaranteed House repellent, unless he needs to use it to his advantage."
Chase nodded with a snort of a laugh. "He told me he's getting you a bra and panties with their own little sprigs of mistletoe for Christmas. Now that's a gift I don't think will land you on Santa's nice list."
"Lucky for me, the Driedel Song says nothing about Santa or his lists. I don't think I've ever been completely nice, Dr Chase." Cuddy glanced up and then raised her eyebrows expectantly. "Just because you're Australian, doesn't mean you get to escape American Christmas traditions."
Chase was smirking again. "Oh, didn't you hear? I came to America just for the mistletoe at Christmas. Some of my best one night stands started with a kiss under the mistletoe. Shame they didn't end so well." He leaned in and caught her lips with his, kissing her with purpose but not letting it linger.
Cuddy wet her lips in the wake of the kiss and cleared her throat. "If that was a proposition, Dr Chase, I expect my one night stands to work harder than that to gain my attentions."
"Clinic Duty, then?" Chase joked and laughed, shaking his head. "Or are you looking for someone to wash your car? Clinica Duty in your car, maybe?" he added mischievously.
Cuddy just laughed, shaking her head in amusement as she gave him a small nudge. "I knew you had a bit of a reputation, but I've never been in the firing line of it. I might end up liking it."
Chase was enjoying the banter and reached up to scratch the back of his head. "Oh, I'm sure House would just love that. He might glue me to the toilet seat or short sheet my bed. Maybe drug me," he sniggered.
"Medicinally? Very close to nil. A bit poisonous if ingested in too high a dose. But! There is a tradition, dates back to the 18th century." He paused. "Well, I say 18th century, it was actually only really attached to Christmas by the 18th century, it's gone on a bit longer than that."
He sniffed, then looked back up at it. "The goddess Frigga decided it was to be sacred and used to express adoration, love. And nowadays, you stand under it and get snogged. Not too bad, really."
Cuddy raised her eyebrows, impressed. "You know your Viscum album, sir. Botanist? Or just a really big fan of Google?" She pointed between him and herself. "Does that mean I get a snog?" she added with a smile.
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The Doctor stepped up, looking upwards. "Did you see that? Viscum album. Strewn about all over the place."
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He sniffed, then looked back up at it. "The goddess Frigga decided it was to be sacred and used to express adoration, love. And nowadays, you stand under it and get snogged. Not too bad, really."
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Not that the Doctor was particularly the most forward when it came to that sort of thing, so he stood where he was, a little awkwardly.
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