Forgetting where she was, Cuddy stretched out a limber arm across the other half of the double bed; and pulled back once she realised House’s sleeping body اگلے to her.
Cuddy carefully pulled the sheets up close to her bare chest, and looked around, at the mess they had both caused in the room. Her dress was flung on the floor like it was nothing.
“Morning.” A deep voice radiated behind her ear, making her tingle. She closed her eyes as his warm breath filled her ear, and taking her back to the feel of his lips and the touch of hands, only a few hours prior.
Feeling his apprehensive touch on her bare shoulder, she closed her eyes and gasped at the though that everything they had done that night, wasn’t a dream, it was real.
“Greg, although last night was very titillating, you’ve got to forget it.”
Her words were dead, an expert at reading people, House knew she wasn’t being sarcastic, and she wasn’t joking. He moved his hand off her shoulder, and leant back onto the hard wood headboard of the بستر they were both sharing.
Cuddy slipped out from underneath the covers, not ashamed of her body as she proceeded to walk to the foot of the bed. House became infuriated deep within, as she began parading her naked body in front of him, after cutting him off completely. House was never the man to be made a fool of, but in this case, he couldn’t stomach the thought of reeling out a monologue of his usual sarcastic retorts, so he bit his tongue.
Picking up her dress, she placed it gently on the hotel lounge chair in the corner, and stood on her tiptoes to reach her bra from ontop of the tall lamp behind it.
“So that’s it then. آپ can easily forget a night like that?” House’s voice was coming from a curious point of view, since he hadn’t known Cuddy to be so detached. He was slightly concerned and also confused.
“Yes, I can easily forget a night like that.” Turning around, the look on Cuddy’s face, shame and annoyance, spoke a million words to House as he didn’t gaze at her body standing there, but at her eyes; her lids hanging heavy over them, and slightly glazed over.
There was a moment, just a moment, where House waited to read her as much as he could in them few silent seconds. So he could decipher her later, he had always seen Cuddy as an enigma, but today he saw her as a Faberge egg, so delicate yet made of hard materials, beautiful on the outside, yet unknown on the inside.
House had thought he was trying so hard to understand her more, but maybe he was holding himself back; afraid of knowing what he had always been intrigued سے طرف کی for all these years.
“Okay.” His voice, subtle, his facial expression, softening سے طرف کی the سیکنڈ as his bright blue eyes widened slightly as she moved casually towards the bathroom. Grabbing a complimentary bathrobe کی, بیتھروبی on the way, and putting it on without a hurry.
The gentle sound of the شاور running urged House out of the بستر and picking up his clothes that were strewn across the tacky carpet floor of the hotel room. Noticing something black and lacy underneath the bed, House began buttoning up his شرٹ, قمیض whilst investigating it further.
Holding out his long an athletic arm, he grabbed it and stood up straight, dangling the delicate lingerie in front of his eyes, turning his head to the side as it seemed to float back and forth due to the air conditioning, House smiled and his eyes lit up.
Putting his boxers and trousers back on, he continued to then put Cuddy’s thong پر, سلو in his blazer pocket, before putting his dark brown worn out converse on his feet.
After checking the time on the alarm clock, House picked up his duffle bag, and threw his things in it, before leaving.
Cuddy stood in the شاور basin, running her hands through her wet dark and limp curls. Looking into the showerhead as the water hit her face, she cried silently to herself. Grabbing the soap, she slowly massaged her arms and then her body, as if cleansing herself for breaking an unbreakable vow she set herself so many years ago.
Falling back into the trap that House had set was too much for her, as she stood there, numb to everything. The noise of the hotel room door closing made her jump, and she quickly turned off the shower, and cautiously put one foot on the cold bathroom floor tiles as she listened closely to the perceived silence.
“House?”
With no answer, and no noise, she wrapped herself in the bath robe, and towel dried her hair until the bounce in her hair came back and they popped back to the corkscrew curls that were her signature hairstyle.
Looking into the half foggy mirror of the bathroom, she swallowed a lump in her throat and used both her hands to push back her hair, away from her face. Exchanging a look of disgust with her reflection, she left the bathroom, and laid back down on the bed, were his smell still lingered on the بستر sheets.
Cuddy carefully pulled the sheets up close to her bare chest, and looked around, at the mess they had both caused in the room. Her dress was flung on the floor like it was nothing.
“Morning.” A deep voice radiated behind her ear, making her tingle. She closed her eyes as his warm breath filled her ear, and taking her back to the feel of his lips and the touch of hands, only a few hours prior.
Feeling his apprehensive touch on her bare shoulder, she closed her eyes and gasped at the though that everything they had done that night, wasn’t a dream, it was real.
“Greg, although last night was very titillating, you’ve got to forget it.”
Her words were dead, an expert at reading people, House knew she wasn’t being sarcastic, and she wasn’t joking. He moved his hand off her shoulder, and leant back onto the hard wood headboard of the بستر they were both sharing.
Cuddy slipped out from underneath the covers, not ashamed of her body as she proceeded to walk to the foot of the bed. House became infuriated deep within, as she began parading her naked body in front of him, after cutting him off completely. House was never the man to be made a fool of, but in this case, he couldn’t stomach the thought of reeling out a monologue of his usual sarcastic retorts, so he bit his tongue.
Picking up her dress, she placed it gently on the hotel lounge chair in the corner, and stood on her tiptoes to reach her bra from ontop of the tall lamp behind it.
“So that’s it then. آپ can easily forget a night like that?” House’s voice was coming from a curious point of view, since he hadn’t known Cuddy to be so detached. He was slightly concerned and also confused.
“Yes, I can easily forget a night like that.” Turning around, the look on Cuddy’s face, shame and annoyance, spoke a million words to House as he didn’t gaze at her body standing there, but at her eyes; her lids hanging heavy over them, and slightly glazed over.
There was a moment, just a moment, where House waited to read her as much as he could in them few silent seconds. So he could decipher her later, he had always seen Cuddy as an enigma, but today he saw her as a Faberge egg, so delicate yet made of hard materials, beautiful on the outside, yet unknown on the inside.
House had thought he was trying so hard to understand her more, but maybe he was holding himself back; afraid of knowing what he had always been intrigued سے طرف کی for all these years.
“Okay.” His voice, subtle, his facial expression, softening سے طرف کی the سیکنڈ as his bright blue eyes widened slightly as she moved casually towards the bathroom. Grabbing a complimentary bathrobe کی, بیتھروبی on the way, and putting it on without a hurry.
The gentle sound of the شاور running urged House out of the بستر and picking up his clothes that were strewn across the tacky carpet floor of the hotel room. Noticing something black and lacy underneath the bed, House began buttoning up his شرٹ, قمیض whilst investigating it further.
Holding out his long an athletic arm, he grabbed it and stood up straight, dangling the delicate lingerie in front of his eyes, turning his head to the side as it seemed to float back and forth due to the air conditioning, House smiled and his eyes lit up.
Putting his boxers and trousers back on, he continued to then put Cuddy’s thong پر, سلو in his blazer pocket, before putting his dark brown worn out converse on his feet.
After checking the time on the alarm clock, House picked up his duffle bag, and threw his things in it, before leaving.
Cuddy stood in the شاور basin, running her hands through her wet dark and limp curls. Looking into the showerhead as the water hit her face, she cried silently to herself. Grabbing the soap, she slowly massaged her arms and then her body, as if cleansing herself for breaking an unbreakable vow she set herself so many years ago.
Falling back into the trap that House had set was too much for her, as she stood there, numb to everything. The noise of the hotel room door closing made her jump, and she quickly turned off the shower, and cautiously put one foot on the cold bathroom floor tiles as she listened closely to the perceived silence.
“House?”
With no answer, and no noise, she wrapped herself in the bath robe, and towel dried her hair until the bounce in her hair came back and they popped back to the corkscrew curls that were her signature hairstyle.
Looking into the half foggy mirror of the bathroom, she swallowed a lump in her throat and used both her hands to push back her hair, away from her face. Exchanging a look of disgust with her reflection, she left the bathroom, and laid back down on the bed, were his smell still lingered on the بستر sheets.
I'll tell آپ a little bit about myself first. No offense to hamerons, but i have always been a outright HUDDY fan.So I am obviously bouncing off the walls. When this seaseon starts, I feel like everyone has kind of abandoned House. I mean I get the whole pain in the a$$ thing but still. Wilson is the one that fixes everthing and for him to basically laugh at him when he apologizes is cruel. THe bright light at the end of the tunnel is Cuddy is going to do whatever it takes to make House happy above anyone else.
SO GO CUDDY!
SO GO CUDDY!
I couldn't sleep and I had a gush of inspiration hit me and so I decided to make a Huddy poem :)
Dedicated to the awesome that is you,the Huddys ^^
Enjoy!
A lover from afar,
Isn't really a lover at all.
If she truly loves him,
And he truly lovers her.
Aren't they lovers at all?
They were once lovers.
Deeply passionate lovers.
But those days have come,
And those times have gone
But they both hadn't moved on.
She had gone through many
Lusters and not one lover.
She had thought about him
And that made the lusters
Turn into dust.
He had gone through a another lover,
But she wasn't like her.
As he thought about her,he
Began to love she more.
But she moved on to another.
A lover from afar,is
Truly a lover at all.As thoughts
Become actions,and actions,
Became thoughts.
He and her are indeed,
Lovers from afar.
Tell me what آپ think :)
Dedicated to the awesome that is you,the Huddys ^^
Enjoy!
A lover from afar,
Isn't really a lover at all.
If she truly loves him,
And he truly lovers her.
Aren't they lovers at all?
They were once lovers.
Deeply passionate lovers.
But those days have come,
And those times have gone
But they both hadn't moved on.
She had gone through many
Lusters and not one lover.
She had thought about him
And that made the lusters
Turn into dust.
He had gone through a another lover,
But she wasn't like her.
As he thought about her,he
Began to love she more.
But she moved on to another.
A lover from afar,is
Truly a lover at all.As thoughts
Become actions,and actions,
Became thoughts.
He and her are indeed,
Lovers from afar.
Tell me what آپ think :)
This is part eight
of my fav huddy moments
starting wid my least fav
and ending with my alltime fav
10.I CANT SIT سے طرف کی AND WATCH آپ KILL YOURSELF
9.I NEED YOU
8.HOUSE LOOKING THROUGH CUDDY'S WINDOW
7.EVERYONE KNOWS THIS IS GOING SOMEWHERE
6.IF SHE TURNS AROUND SHE'S INTO HIM TOO
5.CUDDY & HOUSE WILSON'S HEART
4.CUDDY TOUCHING HOUSE'S FACE
3.THERE FIRST KISS
2.I ALWAYS WANNA KISS YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!
1.YOUR AFRAID TO BE HAPPY , WHY DO آپ CARE IF IM HAPPY???