Cuddy was swaying from left to right on the hard wooden ڈیسک chair in her dorm room; pencil in her mouth, and a blank pad of paper on سب, سب سے اوپر of it’s dark mahogany finish.

There was a knock on her door, a heavy-handed knock. Ignoring it whilst she still pondered the ins and outs of kidney failure in teenage boys. However every time she was about to press the led pointed pencil down onto the bare paper, the person on the other side of the door interrupted her with the loud heavy thud on the door.

“For God’s sakes.” Cuddy muttered under her breath, before she un-curled her feet from underneath her, and walked barefoot across the reddish wooden floor towards the door to open it.

“Hey.” That dark, gravely tone made the hair on the back of her neck stand up; House’s presence was unmistakeably unique to any other man Cuddy had been with. He considered Cuddy his possession, that nobody else could even contemplate being with; every inch of her svelte and slim body was eyed up and down with his piercing blue eyes. He enjoyed just looking at her, and admiring every curve and how every curl fell softly onto her smooth milky skin, and perfectly linear shoulders.

“What do آپ want?” House stood in the doorway, and smirked as he admired Cuddy wearing short denim shorts, with a white شرٹ, قمیض tied up underneath her chest.

“I thought you’d be looking for a repeat performance after last night.” House propped his right elbow onto the door frame, his loose crumpled شرٹ, قمیض and distressed denim jeans may have seemed out of place in a campus full of prospective doctors, and other professionals, but Cuddy found this very appealing. Something her peers would condemn her for every other day, since Cuddy could see past all of that, and look at the person deep down inside and not just judge him on the first glance.

“Shut-up!” Cuddy playfully hit House in the ribs, making him jilt slightly before mocking her attempts to stay a sweet conservative good girl, when he knew she wasn’t like that at all.

Folding her arms, she pointed her toe out and looked down at the ground as she began to playfully form small circles on the floor with it; before looking up seductively at House.

“Fine.” Cuddy moved out of the way, and House followed her inside, and shut the door behind him. The room was silent, as Cuddy climbed back on the chair again, this time swinging it towards House, who had made himself comfortable on her پیسلی, پایسلی printed bed.

“Put your hair down.” The demanding tone of his voice didn’t scare Cuddy, in fact, it was exciting to hear him talk in that tone to her; House loved her curly hair. The way it fell on her bare shoulders last night made House smiled with genuine happiness as he remembered it.

“Before آپ start getting any ideas, I’ve got this paper due in on Monday and I haven’t even started it yet.” House stood up and walked towards her, as her back was facing him. He brushed her curls to the side of her neck, and gently kissed the nape of her neck, making her twist it slightly as she smiled and closed her eyes, while he moved towards her ear.

“Greg, why does everything have to be about sex and lust?” House stopped, and spun Cuddy around so she was facing him. His hands on the arms of the chair, as Cuddy sat cross-legged.

“You can’t be serious. After the دکھائیں آپ put on last night?” Cuddy penetrated House’s baby blue eyes with her jade green eyes; House backed away slightly, and began pacing for a moment while Cuddy moved towards her bed.

“Come here.” Cuddy entranced House, as he almost walked towards her like he was under her spell as her soft voice commanded obedience. Cuddy laid down on سب, سب سے اوپر of her bed, as House joined her; climbing over her petite frame and lying beside her.

“When I first met you, آپ were a cold heartless bastard. آپ didn’t care about anything یا anyone in the world.”

Cuddy and House formed a perfect concave shape as he held her close; one arm wrapped around her, playing with the few stray curls that fell beside her cheekbones, his chin resting subtly on سب, سب سے اوپر of her head.

“I found something human inside of you, even though it’s so small and insignificant right now, the fact that I know and آپ know it’s there; one دن in the future it’ll become something important to you.” House brushed off this nonsense as nonsensical new-age crap, “Have آپ been smoking pot recently?” House joked, as he held her close.

But Cuddy smiled to herself, and laughed slightly at the pathetic attempt to negate and deflect the deep and meaningful words she was speaking.

“Who am I kidding, you’ll never change House.” Cuddy turned towards him, their faces barely touching each other.

“We are probably the strangest couple ever.” Cuddy sighed after saying this.

“We’ll always be a strange couple.”
House began stroking Cuddy’s hair, and they kissed each other tenderly on the lips.

“You’ll always have the ability to get under my skin.” House said, whispering quietly, as they both looked at each other’s face. Cuddy reaching out, stroking House’s scruffy stubble, and then feeling his lip with her thumb at the same time.
Cuddy could feel that those eight letters were about to pass his lips.

“Don’t.” House looked confused at Cuddy, almost frustrated.

“I like it like this.” Her quiet whispering words were full of desperation, her need to keep her relationships at arms length was relentless. House knew this, but deep down his emotionally locked away self was also equally desperate to break free.

After looking at her lips, and then back at her eyes, which were reflecting light like mirrors; he gave her a gentle kiss that lingered.

“I don’t want to forget this memory.” Cuddy bit her lip, trying not to tear up at how she knew that this moment was rare; Both House and Cuddy were emotionally naked, something that would become an irregular event in the future.