"Here, drink this." Cuddy کہا as she handed House a cup of hot tea.
He sat up on the بستر and slowly brought the cup to his mouth. Cuddy watched him make a slightly disgusted face as he swallowed a bit of the liquid.
"I'm out of coffee." She replied to his unasked question.
"It's fine."
She placed a hand against his forehead to check his temperature.
"You've cooled down."
House propped up a تکیا and lay his back against it.
"I shouldn't be in your bed, Cuddy."
"Your leg can't handle a night on the couch."
"Hey,I slept on the floor of a jail cell one night. I think I can handle your couch..."
"You're sleeping in here, and that's the end of the discussion." She کہا as she flipped off the lamp light and started to pull the covers around him. His hand caught hers.
"No amount of mothering is going to change how crappy I feel."
"We all feel crappy. No one would think that Kutner would die like that..."
"He shared the same fate of his parents. He was murdered سے طرف کی some young idiot looking to score some easy cash...It's almost poetic in it's own tragic way." House کہا as he absentmindedly began stroking Cuddy's hand. Cuddy softened at the movement.
"Have آپ cried yet?" She asked as she moved closer beside him.
"I don't cry. آپ know that." He کہا so quietly she almost didn't hear him. Cuddy slipped off her heels and moved to lay اگلے to him under the covers. House watched her pull the covers around both their bodies. She lay on her side facing him.
"What do آپ miss about him?" She asked.
House chuckled a little.
"Geeky references to Stargate SG1 and bizarre ideas about psychic cats comes to mind."
Cuddy smiled at the happy glow that seemed to grow within House's face.
"He was always a happy kid even though he really didn't have much to be happy about." House کہا as he rubbed his eyes.
"You envied that about him?" Cuddy asked in what felt مزید like a statement.
"Sometimes..." House replied as he turned on his side to face her.
"Everything sucks...Chase and Cameron are getting married, Wilson's seeing a shrink, and Kutner's...gone." He کہا with a sigh.
"Everything is changing again." She کہا with a grin.
"You know how I hate change." He کہا as shut his eyes.
Cuddy dragged her hand against his beard. House opened his eyes at the sudden sensation but didn't pull away.
"Yeah, I know." She said.
House stilled her hand with his own.
"I'm a little fluish and reeling from a hangover so I'm not completely sure if what I think is happening is infact happening." He کہا as he narrowed his eyes at her.
Cuddy moved her face closer to his.
"What do آپ want to have happen?"
House once again felt somewhat speechless when it came to the enigmatic woman before him.
"That's a loaded question."
Cuddy smiled softly.
"Then ask me."
House watched her for a moment before continuing.
"What do آپ want to have happen?" He asked feeling slightly مزید comfortable with where things might be heading.
Cuddy trailed her hand against his cheek.
"I want آپ to kiss me again and again and..."
House slowly pulled her face to his own and captured her lips.
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House kissed her smooth bare stomach as she rubbed her hands gently through his hair. He finally rested his head against her abdomen.
"I think آپ just took advantage of my highly emotional state, Dr. Cuddy." He کہا as he closed his eyes.
"We're both highly emotional right now. We took advantage of each other." She کہا with a little laugh.
"Yes. آپ may be right about that." House کہا as he kissed her belly once more.
Cuddy laughed as his beard tickled her skin.
"Come up here before آپ give me beard burn."
House scooted up اگلے to her. She rested her head against his shoulder.
"I'm still a mess." He declared.
"Me too...We're kind of perfect for each other in that way." She کہا as she kissed his shoulder.
"Yeah...We are." He replied as he turned to kiss her forehead before going to sleep.