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Pt. 4
He smiled and then turned to her and saw her smile back. Damn, what a smile. She had the power with that smile to life his mood all at once.
He felt her turn towards him again and their lips met like before. Only this time, the initial hesitation wasn’t there. He knew this time when he kissed her, she would Kiss back and she did…over and over. Then she took a breath again.
There was no talking. Maybe that is why it seemed to happen so slowly. A mix of fear and happiness washed over Lisa right then. She might lose what she had fought for, but the other part of her wondered if it was worth it. This seemed like everything she wanted and feared all at once. She needed to think about it. She wanted to run from this room right now and she desperately wanted to stay.
She very carefully backed up against the door, put her hand on the knob and said, “…I have to go”. She was vaguely aware of his hand over her shoulder, holding the door closed.
Cuddy was his yêu thích puzzle. He had never really solved that puzzle and he was fairly sure he never would, but he never regretted trying.
“I’m going trang chủ sick today”, he đã đưa ý kiến it calmly, but his thoughts were doing somersaults. “Wilson doesn’t get trang chủ til 6:30.” He dared to feel a slight bit of hope as he đã đưa ý kiến the words. The look in his eyes bordered on need. He moved his hand from the door and stepped back.
She looked him in the eye, bit her bottom lip lightly, straightened her blouse, smoothed her váy and walked out the door. He waited a few seconds, thinking about what happened. Then he walked out of the room, past the nurse’s station, back to his office.
“House, where are bạn going?” Foreman asked..
“Lucky you, you’re in charge at least until tomorrow.” He grabbed his jacket. He could feel them staring at him as he left, but he kept going. They would get over it. This really wasn’t that hard of a case anyway. He had figured it out on the walking to the nurse’s station. If Foreman couldn’t figure it out, then he didn’t deserve Thirteen back either.
Greg House headed back out through the same doors he came in that morning, and headed straight home.
The knock was so quiet, but he heard it loud and clear. She was lifting her hand to knock a một giây time when he swung the door open. She scooted in without even looking at him, as if she was worried she would be seen.
She stood inside the doorway, áo khoác wrapped around her, hair in her eyes from the wind, lips still bare of the lipstick he had wiped off less than an giờ before.
“Are bạn sure…” he asked her quietly as he reached to hold her, at the same time. Before the words had even been spoken, she answered bởi grabbing his hand and pulling him to her. They kissed again, and this time, she didn’t worry about the little moans and whimpers she made. No patients hoặc nurses would hear them.
They broke apart for a một phút while he led her to his room. He closed the door behind him, and she took her áo, áo khoác off and threw it on his floor. He moved towards her as she did and helped her out of the rest of her clothes, making sure he ran his hands over each bare spot as he did. He tested out his theory about the crease of her neck at the same time and it was as soft as it looked and smelled wonderful too.
“This is what she was missing with Lucas” she thought, this was the man she could never understand, loved to hate, protected like a mother cat and yet couldn’t help but need his approval.
He lowered her onto the bed, and then himself to tham gia her. She was everything he should never have, and yet the one person who he knew could handle all the things about him he was proud of, and the dark things he liked to hide. They kissed, touched, held each other, and made tình yêu without either of them holding back. In that room, at that moment, they both felt an toàn, két an toàn with each other.. The were laying there tiếp theo to each other, side to side, her head against his shoulder and holding hands. They were the picture of two people content in the present.
It was a moment before they heard the main door open, but she looked over at the clock and realized it was later than she had thought. They looked at each other and he whispered, “Wilson”.
“He can’t see me here. I just don’t want him to know… yet”. She sat up, holding the sheet to her.
“Ok…” He wasn’t really sure what he would do, but he knew he didn’t really want Wilson questioning either of them at the moment, although he would tình yêu a moment to gloat.
Cuddy scrambled to pick up her clothes strewn on the floor. He helped her and took the chances to glance at her shape as she dressed.
“Isn’t there a door at the back of the hall? “ She asked.
“Yes, but bạn should make sure he is in the phòng bếp, nhà bếp before bạn try it. I’ll go out and keep him talking while bạn make a break for it.” He stopped and looked at her, wanting thêm than anything for her to not leave.
“I have to get trang chủ hoặc the sitter will be calling.” She was buttoning her váy as she whispered it, and then she looked up at him. They kissed each other once thêm in a sort of fevered goodbye not knowing what would come next.
House threw on his jeans and Cuddy helped pull his áo sơ mi over his head. He opened the door and headed to the phòng bếp, nhà bếp where he could smell Wilson cooking already. He could hear Cuddy’s footsteps as she lightly walked down the hall, heels in hand. He could still smell her perfume.
“Smells good, whatever it is.” House đã đưa ý kiến with an eyebrow raise towards the frying pan full of something that smelled delicious.
“How was work today?” asked Wilson
“Oh, bạn know, a little Lupus here, Sarcoidosis there”. House faked apathy, and pretty well he thought.
“Funny, I saw Taub in the cafeteria and he đã đưa ý kiến bạn left early today. Foreman thought bạn might be sick.” Wilson held the frying pan in one hand and a serving spoon in the other as he dished up a serving for House. It smelled wonderful.
“Don’t scrimp Wilson it smells great.” House đã đưa ý kiến as he closed his eyes and breathed in the aroma.
“So, you’re eating your portion and Cuddy’s portion since she obviously couldn’t stay and had to slip out the back before supper?” Wilson smiled to himself and then shot a knowing look to House. House looked up and stopped chewing what he had already shoved in his mouth. He looked back at him like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. The faintest of smiles crossed his exhausted lips.
Pt. 4
He smiled and then turned to her and saw her smile back. Damn, what a smile. She had the power with that smile to life his mood all at once.
He felt her turn towards him again and their lips met like before. Only this time, the initial hesitation wasn’t there. He knew this time when he kissed her, she would Kiss back and she did…over and over. Then she took a breath again.
There was no talking. Maybe that is why it seemed to happen so slowly. A mix of fear and happiness washed over Lisa right then. She might lose what she had fought for, but the other part of her wondered if it was worth it. This seemed like everything she wanted and feared all at once. She needed to think about it. She wanted to run from this room right now and she desperately wanted to stay.
She very carefully backed up against the door, put her hand on the knob and said, “…I have to go”. She was vaguely aware of his hand over her shoulder, holding the door closed.
Cuddy was his yêu thích puzzle. He had never really solved that puzzle and he was fairly sure he never would, but he never regretted trying.
“I’m going trang chủ sick today”, he đã đưa ý kiến it calmly, but his thoughts were doing somersaults. “Wilson doesn’t get trang chủ til 6:30.” He dared to feel a slight bit of hope as he đã đưa ý kiến the words. The look in his eyes bordered on need. He moved his hand from the door and stepped back.
She looked him in the eye, bit her bottom lip lightly, straightened her blouse, smoothed her váy and walked out the door. He waited a few seconds, thinking about what happened. Then he walked out of the room, past the nurse’s station, back to his office.
“House, where are bạn going?” Foreman asked..
“Lucky you, you’re in charge at least until tomorrow.” He grabbed his jacket. He could feel them staring at him as he left, but he kept going. They would get over it. This really wasn’t that hard of a case anyway. He had figured it out on the walking to the nurse’s station. If Foreman couldn’t figure it out, then he didn’t deserve Thirteen back either.
Greg House headed back out through the same doors he came in that morning, and headed straight home.
The knock was so quiet, but he heard it loud and clear. She was lifting her hand to knock a một giây time when he swung the door open. She scooted in without even looking at him, as if she was worried she would be seen.
She stood inside the doorway, áo khoác wrapped around her, hair in her eyes from the wind, lips still bare of the lipstick he had wiped off less than an giờ before.
“Are bạn sure…” he asked her quietly as he reached to hold her, at the same time. Before the words had even been spoken, she answered bởi grabbing his hand and pulling him to her. They kissed again, and this time, she didn’t worry about the little moans and whimpers she made. No patients hoặc nurses would hear them.
They broke apart for a một phút while he led her to his room. He closed the door behind him, and she took her áo, áo khoác off and threw it on his floor. He moved towards her as she did and helped her out of the rest of her clothes, making sure he ran his hands over each bare spot as he did. He tested out his theory about the crease of her neck at the same time and it was as soft as it looked and smelled wonderful too.
“This is what she was missing with Lucas” she thought, this was the man she could never understand, loved to hate, protected like a mother cat and yet couldn’t help but need his approval.
He lowered her onto the bed, and then himself to tham gia her. She was everything he should never have, and yet the one person who he knew could handle all the things about him he was proud of, and the dark things he liked to hide. They kissed, touched, held each other, and made tình yêu without either of them holding back. In that room, at that moment, they both felt an toàn, két an toàn with each other.. The were laying there tiếp theo to each other, side to side, her head against his shoulder and holding hands. They were the picture of two people content in the present.
It was a moment before they heard the main door open, but she looked over at the clock and realized it was later than she had thought. They looked at each other and he whispered, “Wilson”.
“He can’t see me here. I just don’t want him to know… yet”. She sat up, holding the sheet to her.
“Ok…” He wasn’t really sure what he would do, but he knew he didn’t really want Wilson questioning either of them at the moment, although he would tình yêu a moment to gloat.
Cuddy scrambled to pick up her clothes strewn on the floor. He helped her and took the chances to glance at her shape as she dressed.
“Isn’t there a door at the back of the hall? “ She asked.
“Yes, but bạn should make sure he is in the phòng bếp, nhà bếp before bạn try it. I’ll go out and keep him talking while bạn make a break for it.” He stopped and looked at her, wanting thêm than anything for her to not leave.
“I have to get trang chủ hoặc the sitter will be calling.” She was buttoning her váy as she whispered it, and then she looked up at him. They kissed each other once thêm in a sort of fevered goodbye not knowing what would come next.
House threw on his jeans and Cuddy helped pull his áo sơ mi over his head. He opened the door and headed to the phòng bếp, nhà bếp where he could smell Wilson cooking already. He could hear Cuddy’s footsteps as she lightly walked down the hall, heels in hand. He could still smell her perfume.
“Smells good, whatever it is.” House đã đưa ý kiến with an eyebrow raise towards the frying pan full of something that smelled delicious.
“How was work today?” asked Wilson
“Oh, bạn know, a little Lupus here, Sarcoidosis there”. House faked apathy, and pretty well he thought.
“Funny, I saw Taub in the cafeteria and he đã đưa ý kiến bạn left early today. Foreman thought bạn might be sick.” Wilson held the frying pan in one hand and a serving spoon in the other as he dished up a serving for House. It smelled wonderful.
“Don’t scrimp Wilson it smells great.” House đã đưa ý kiến as he closed his eyes and breathed in the aroma.
“So, you’re eating your portion and Cuddy’s portion since she obviously couldn’t stay and had to slip out the back before supper?” Wilson smiled to himself and then shot a knowing look to House. House looked up and stopped chewing what he had already shoved in his mouth. He looked back at him like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. The faintest of smiles crossed his exhausted lips.
This is part four
of my fav huddy moments
starting wid my least fav
and ending with my alltime fav
50.IM THINKING WE SHOULD di chuyển IN TOGETHER
49.CUDDY MOVES IN TO HOUSE'S OFFICE
48.THIS IS YOUR WAY OF ACCEPTING MY APOLGIE
47.HAVE bạn SEEN MY BALLS???
46.YOU JUST WANT SOMEONE TO TAKE CARE OF HIM
45.HOUSE BUYS CUDDY A DESK
44.I SLEEPT WITH LISA CUDDY
43.SENT OF A MAN
42.MORNING AFTER THE FAKE NIGHT BEFORE
41.MERRY giáng sinh CUDDY