You had just recently started dating your fellow doctor, Gregory House, and had finally gotten him in your house and into your bed.

After a long night, which you didn't expect, you both fell asleep. Limps entangled, head on his shoulder, warm and safe

But when you woke up, you were alone in bed. "House?" No answer. Did he leave? Did you do something wrong? No, he would've told you. The blunt bastard.

You swing your legs out of bed and stand up, going to call for House again until you feel a hand around your ankle. You jumped back onto the bed with a scream then you hear House laughing. His head, handsome mug and all, pops out from under your bed.

He smirks up at you, enjoying the view. "Set an alarm and everything."