...Cuddy turned around in بستر and felt the warm nacked chest of House. She kissed him and stroked him gently. He woke up and smiled at her. “Think that was مزید than three times.”, he کہا as she interrupted him with a kiss on his lips. “Coffee?”, she asked while got up and slip on her satin bathrobe. “Coffee means relationship?”, he asked mockingly with a huge smile on his face. “Yeah! And ٹوسٹ means marry me..!”, she countered back also smiling. He slip on his shorts and شرٹ, قمیض unbuttoned, followed her into the kitchen. “Wanna some toast?”, he asked carefully whispering. “I would like to have the full program, آپ know. Going out for dinner, visit a play, making a short-trip to a romantically little hotel, get a valentines present, meet for picknick یا lunch….,you know all these things people do when they´re in love.”
House sat at her dining table, listen to her and raised his eyebrows and grined sarcastically. “Women.”, he sighed while Cuddy brought him a cup of coffee and sat down اگلے to him. They focused each other for a while holding their hands into one another. “We have to go to work, remember the hospital?”, she کہا trying not to sank to deep into his steel blue eyes. They kissed. Suddenly it knocked at the door. “Your Poolboy´s coming?”, House teased her. “Idiot.”, she responsed quickly and went to the door and opened it.
“Wilson?”
“Good morning Lisa. Thought I should surprise آپ with some croissants.”, he smiled.
“umm….”, she was interrupted سے طرف کی House who came around and stood behind her.
“This is your Poolboy? Oh my God! Buddy آپ know croissants means marry me.”
Wilson was shocked for few سیکنڈ but then began to laugh.
“Sorry guys.”, he کہا and couldn´t really stop laughing.
“Men.”, Cuddy said, rolled her eyes and went into the bathroom having a shower.
“Coffee?”, House asked Wilson who just stood there with a damn devlish smiling on his face.
“You owe me a declaration, and…yes…coffee sounds good.”
Both went into Cuddy´s kitchen.
“What..?”, Wilson asked while drinking his coffee.
“Nothing.”
“You slept with her,…that isn´t nothing.”
“Yeah, but…that´s it….nothing مزید to say at this time.”
“You son of bitch, are آپ going to hurt her? Man, if آپ do this….i kill you.”
“I don´t want to hurt her. I….i think i….love her.”
“You? What?…..House are آپ ok?”
“Don´t know, but there´s such a feeling I can´t really explain…think it´s just…love her.”
Wilson smiled at him. “Huah,…finally!”
No sooner had he کہا this, House noticed Cuddy standing in the doorway of the kitchen.
“Think I go on my way to the hospital, see آپ guys later.”, Wilson کہا and hasted out.
Cuddy smirked at House. “Love?”, she asked softly.
He nodded and kissed her gently on the lips....

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"Right! we got him back!", Wilson shouted and checked the notifications of the measuring instruments. "Hey, Buddy, can آپ hear me?"
House twinkled, try to nod a little. "Don´t.", Cuddy stopped him, touched his schoulder and smiled at him. "You had an accident with your motorbike.", she stroked above his head. House tryed to speak now, but was interrupted from Wilson. "You laid in coma for a few hours. Do آپ remember anything?"
House gave a look at Cuddy. In this moment he realized that he dreamed about her and him and coffee and toast. "No.", he whispered. Also he remembered the the visiting at Cuddy´s, their conversation, their kiss. "Why did آپ drive to New York?", she asked him as Wilson left the room.
House stared at her. "Do آپ remember we met before?", she asked further. "Relationship.", he whispered. Cuddy kissed him at his forehead. "I love you.", he whispered again and fell into a deep sleep. Cuddy looked at him intensely. Holding his hand, stroked it and sat down اگلے to him on the bed. Won´t leave him alone now.

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