Knock. Knock.
Cuddy put down her journal and went to see who was at the door.
Looking through her peep hole she could see House staring back at her. Smiling softly, Cuddy unlatched the door.
"It's a little late." Cuddy کہا as she placed a hand on her hip.
"I was bored. Wilson's on a non-date تاریخ with that pediatrician who he swears he's just دوستوں with."
"So, I'm unfortunately forced to endure your presence."
"No one's forcing you, but I just happen to know your weakness." He کہا as he pulled out a case of cookie dough icecream.
Cuddy grinned from the little reveal. She wasn't quite sure what House was up to یا why he would ever bring her food instead of just mooching from her fridge. Was he being nice?
"Come in." She finally کہا as she left the door open and walked back to sit on the sofa.
House closed the door behind him and took a نشست اگلے to her.
"We're gonna need spoons if we're digging into this bad boy." He proclaimed as he began to open the box.
"Right." Cuddy کہا as she went to the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ and pulled out two spoons. She caught her reflection in the shiny surface of the small utensil. She fixed her bangs and swiped a stray eyelash off her cheek. Taking a deep breath, she walked back into the living room.
"Why are آپ really here?" She asked as she handed him a spoon.
"I told آپ I was bored." He replied as he took a scoop of icecream.
"You have your guitar, piano, and porn to keep آپ stimulated." She کہا before she swallowed the doughy icecream down.
"I did all that already. Boy are my hands tired."
Cuddy smirked at is suggestive answer. She could tell he was hiding something. His ears always got a little redder when he was holding himself back.
"Come on, House. آپ always have an agenda."
House propped his feet on her coffee میز, جدول and placed his hands behind his head.
"How's the little poop machine?" He asked suddenly.
"Nice deflection." Cuddy replied as she picked up a blanket and pulled it around her.
"She's in a deep sleep. Thankfully, cholic is over...Now, why are آپ here?" She finished saying as she rested her chin on her hand.
"I ran into Dylan Crandell."
Cuddy's eyes widened. This confession wasn't what she had been expecting.
"Is his daughter still doing okay?"
"Yeah, she's healthy as any lying teen can be."
"Where did آپ run into him?"
"At the پیزا Plaza on Cadmund Avenue. He's in town researching jazz legend, Wooley Briggs...I was getting a slice and then I hear someone yell, 'Hey G-man' and I knew instantly it was gullible Crandell."
House took another scoop of icecream.
"That's nice. I guess." Cuddy replied still uncertain where this conversation was leading.
House turned his head to look at her.
"She's not his biological daughter. He thinks she is. She thinks she is. But she isn't."
"Are آپ telling me that they think this because of you?"
"My gift to him." He کہا as his eyes focused on the journal that lay under a stack of files.
"Why are آپ telling me this? I shouldn't know this." She کہا in her administrative tone.
"The same reason I helped آپ with IVF and came to your ہوم the night آپ lost the baby." He کہا as he continued to stare at the journal.
Cuddy placed a hand on House's shoulder to get his attention. He looked up and met her eyes.
"Sometimes I get it." He کہا in a low tone.
Cuddy pursed her lips in confusion.
"House?"
"Sometimes I don't get it too...I make a grab for a breast when I should have touched your face." He کہا as he placed one fragile finger against her cheek.
Cuddy softened at the gesture.
"I know." She finally said. She pulled his hand down but kept it entangled with hers.
"I want things to be like they were before, but I also want مزید than before." He کہا releasing his hand and looking toward the blank ویژن ٹیلی screen.
Cuddy sighed and stood up. House looked up to find her watching him.
"Life doesn't work like that." She کہا simply as she proceeded to pick up the spoons and box. She went back into the kitchen.
House ran a hand against his beard and stood up. Cane in hand he walked to the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ as well. He saw her rinsing off the spoons and putting them in the dishwasher. She could feel him staring. She turned around and walked to stand in front of him as she leaned against the counter.
"I like the desk."
House's face softened at the comment. A smile slowly formed against his cheeks.
"It only took آپ five weeks to tell me."
Cuddy mirrored his smile with one of her own.
"You've been counting the weeks?"
House leaned his cane against the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ counter.
"I'm estimating." he کہا as he placed his hands on the counter leaning dangerously close to Cuddy.
Cuddy took her finger and made a slow stroke against his prickly cheek. House's eyes closed at the touch.
"I know what آپ want. Tell what آپ need...I have a feeling it's the same thing that I do." She کہا as she pulled her hand away.
House's eyes opened at the absence. He looked down at her shaking hand and placed it within his.
"Certainty. A look into the future. Assurance..."
Cuddy chuckled softly. He started to laugh as well.
"Me too. Too bad we don't have the power to see how the future will unfold." She replied.
"We're possibly making the best یا worst decision of our lives here." He کہا as he put his other hand on her hip.
Cuddy smiled at his action. She placed her free hand on his chest feeling his دل beat.
"Turn your over-analytical brain off, Dr. House...And just kiss me, Greg." She کہا as she leaned closer into him.
And he did. It was the first time he listened to one of her orders without resistance. Once he had felt her trembling lips against his all of his faithful logic went out the window.
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(In the Bedroom)
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He ran his palm through her hair as she trailed her tongue against his bare chest. Her eyes glistened with a dark kind of chaos that he harbored within himself.
He pulled her up to meet his tongue. A mutual massage of swollen lips pulled their mouths into a welcomed embrace.
He handled her breast as if it were his last meal. He devoured her slowly savoring the slick softness that resided there. Her back arched. His hands roamed.
Her hips rose and fell as he penetrated a sacred mound that he thought he would never be allowed to access again. His hands held her waist tightly. Her mouth opened and closed at the inexhaustible energy flowing between them.
He thought he was too damaged to embrace this little universe bound within this woman. But somehow she wasn't afraid of him breaking down her luscious valleys یا turning her streams of elation into rivers of rage. What he didn't know was that she saw the sunlight in his eyes even if he couldn't.
He smiled at her as she let go finally. Soon after her release he found his own. He saw her face looking so serene. Starlight seemed to glow from her small irises.
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Cuddy lay on her side as House spooned her from behind.
"Better than I remember." She said.
"Please, I was a stud then too."
"You were okay then, but آپ are great now. You're gentler now." She کہا with a smile.
"So are you." He کہا with a smile of his own.
"What? I don't remember complaints when I threw آپ on your back and..."
"It was amazing when آپ did that." He کہا relishing the memory of their first time together.
"House!"
"You were amazing tonight too." He کہا holding her tighter.
"You were مزید sensual this time. آپ took your time." He said.
"Well, sex can be a lot better when your not doing it out of guilt یا anger." She replied wistfully.
"I'm sorry." He کہا softly.
"...Stacey left and آپ needed someone. I needed someone...We both screwed up that first time."
House sighed and kissed her shoulder.
"Tonight was the do-over." He کہا kissing the back of her neck.
Cuddy turned around to face him.
"All those years ago, what happened between us, it wasn't how I envisioned it happening but it definitely wasn't a regret of mine."
House pulled her closer to him and kissed her on the forehead. A few منٹ of comfortable silence passed between them.
"Will آپ write about this in your journal?" He asked with a sly grin.
Cuddy chuckled at the question.
"You're gonna have to really prove yourself to make it in the journal." She joked.
"Well, I love a challenge." He کہا as he rolled on سب, سب سے اوپر of her and passionately kissed her mouth.
Cuddy put down her journal and went to see who was at the door.
Looking through her peep hole she could see House staring back at her. Smiling softly, Cuddy unlatched the door.
"It's a little late." Cuddy کہا as she placed a hand on her hip.
"I was bored. Wilson's on a non-date تاریخ with that pediatrician who he swears he's just دوستوں with."
"So, I'm unfortunately forced to endure your presence."
"No one's forcing you, but I just happen to know your weakness." He کہا as he pulled out a case of cookie dough icecream.
Cuddy grinned from the little reveal. She wasn't quite sure what House was up to یا why he would ever bring her food instead of just mooching from her fridge. Was he being nice?
"Come in." She finally کہا as she left the door open and walked back to sit on the sofa.
House closed the door behind him and took a نشست اگلے to her.
"We're gonna need spoons if we're digging into this bad boy." He proclaimed as he began to open the box.
"Right." Cuddy کہا as she went to the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ and pulled out two spoons. She caught her reflection in the shiny surface of the small utensil. She fixed her bangs and swiped a stray eyelash off her cheek. Taking a deep breath, she walked back into the living room.
"Why are آپ really here?" She asked as she handed him a spoon.
"I told آپ I was bored." He replied as he took a scoop of icecream.
"You have your guitar, piano, and porn to keep آپ stimulated." She کہا before she swallowed the doughy icecream down.
"I did all that already. Boy are my hands tired."
Cuddy smirked at is suggestive answer. She could tell he was hiding something. His ears always got a little redder when he was holding himself back.
"Come on, House. آپ always have an agenda."
House propped his feet on her coffee میز, جدول and placed his hands behind his head.
"How's the little poop machine?" He asked suddenly.
"Nice deflection." Cuddy replied as she picked up a blanket and pulled it around her.
"She's in a deep sleep. Thankfully, cholic is over...Now, why are آپ here?" She finished saying as she rested her chin on her hand.
"I ran into Dylan Crandell."
Cuddy's eyes widened. This confession wasn't what she had been expecting.
"Is his daughter still doing okay?"
"Yeah, she's healthy as any lying teen can be."
"Where did آپ run into him?"
"At the پیزا Plaza on Cadmund Avenue. He's in town researching jazz legend, Wooley Briggs...I was getting a slice and then I hear someone yell, 'Hey G-man' and I knew instantly it was gullible Crandell."
House took another scoop of icecream.
"That's nice. I guess." Cuddy replied still uncertain where this conversation was leading.
House turned his head to look at her.
"She's not his biological daughter. He thinks she is. She thinks she is. But she isn't."
"Are آپ telling me that they think this because of you?"
"My gift to him." He کہا as his eyes focused on the journal that lay under a stack of files.
"Why are آپ telling me this? I shouldn't know this." She کہا in her administrative tone.
"The same reason I helped آپ with IVF and came to your ہوم the night آپ lost the baby." He کہا as he continued to stare at the journal.
Cuddy placed a hand on House's shoulder to get his attention. He looked up and met her eyes.
"Sometimes I get it." He کہا in a low tone.
Cuddy pursed her lips in confusion.
"House?"
"Sometimes I don't get it too...I make a grab for a breast when I should have touched your face." He کہا as he placed one fragile finger against her cheek.
Cuddy softened at the gesture.
"I know." She finally said. She pulled his hand down but kept it entangled with hers.
"I want things to be like they were before, but I also want مزید than before." He کہا releasing his hand and looking toward the blank ویژن ٹیلی screen.
Cuddy sighed and stood up. House looked up to find her watching him.
"Life doesn't work like that." She کہا simply as she proceeded to pick up the spoons and box. She went back into the kitchen.
House ran a hand against his beard and stood up. Cane in hand he walked to the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ as well. He saw her rinsing off the spoons and putting them in the dishwasher. She could feel him staring. She turned around and walked to stand in front of him as she leaned against the counter.
"I like the desk."
House's face softened at the comment. A smile slowly formed against his cheeks.
"It only took آپ five weeks to tell me."
Cuddy mirrored his smile with one of her own.
"You've been counting the weeks?"
House leaned his cane against the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ counter.
"I'm estimating." he کہا as he placed his hands on the counter leaning dangerously close to Cuddy.
Cuddy took her finger and made a slow stroke against his prickly cheek. House's eyes closed at the touch.
"I know what آپ want. Tell what آپ need...I have a feeling it's the same thing that I do." She کہا as she pulled her hand away.
House's eyes opened at the absence. He looked down at her shaking hand and placed it within his.
"Certainty. A look into the future. Assurance..."
Cuddy chuckled softly. He started to laugh as well.
"Me too. Too bad we don't have the power to see how the future will unfold." She replied.
"We're possibly making the best یا worst decision of our lives here." He کہا as he put his other hand on her hip.
Cuddy smiled at his action. She placed her free hand on his chest feeling his دل beat.
"Turn your over-analytical brain off, Dr. House...And just kiss me, Greg." She کہا as she leaned closer into him.
And he did. It was the first time he listened to one of her orders without resistance. Once he had felt her trembling lips against his all of his faithful logic went out the window.
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(In the Bedroom)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He ran his palm through her hair as she trailed her tongue against his bare chest. Her eyes glistened with a dark kind of chaos that he harbored within himself.
He pulled her up to meet his tongue. A mutual massage of swollen lips pulled their mouths into a welcomed embrace.
He handled her breast as if it were his last meal. He devoured her slowly savoring the slick softness that resided there. Her back arched. His hands roamed.
Her hips rose and fell as he penetrated a sacred mound that he thought he would never be allowed to access again. His hands held her waist tightly. Her mouth opened and closed at the inexhaustible energy flowing between them.
He thought he was too damaged to embrace this little universe bound within this woman. But somehow she wasn't afraid of him breaking down her luscious valleys یا turning her streams of elation into rivers of rage. What he didn't know was that she saw the sunlight in his eyes even if he couldn't.
He smiled at her as she let go finally. Soon after her release he found his own. He saw her face looking so serene. Starlight seemed to glow from her small irises.
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Cuddy lay on her side as House spooned her from behind.
"Better than I remember." She said.
"Please, I was a stud then too."
"You were okay then, but آپ are great now. You're gentler now." She کہا with a smile.
"So are you." He کہا with a smile of his own.
"What? I don't remember complaints when I threw آپ on your back and..."
"It was amazing when آپ did that." He کہا relishing the memory of their first time together.
"House!"
"You were amazing tonight too." He کہا holding her tighter.
"You were مزید sensual this time. آپ took your time." He said.
"Well, sex can be a lot better when your not doing it out of guilt یا anger." She replied wistfully.
"I'm sorry." He کہا softly.
"...Stacey left and آپ needed someone. I needed someone...We both screwed up that first time."
House sighed and kissed her shoulder.
"Tonight was the do-over." He کہا kissing the back of her neck.
Cuddy turned around to face him.
"All those years ago, what happened between us, it wasn't how I envisioned it happening but it definitely wasn't a regret of mine."
House pulled her closer to him and kissed her on the forehead. A few منٹ of comfortable silence passed between them.
"Will آپ write about this in your journal?" He asked with a sly grin.
Cuddy chuckled at the question.
"You're gonna have to really prove yourself to make it in the journal." She joked.
"Well, I love a challenge." He کہا as he rolled on سب, سب سے اوپر of her and passionately kissed her mouth.
