It was fifteen phút to eight o’clock; House had a bia in one hand, while the other was playing a slow jazz number on the piano. He was dressed in a midnight black blazer, black corduroy pants and a clean white áo sơ mi with a black t-shirt underneath. The lights were dim; his curtains open to let the moon light in.
An apprehensive knock on the door, made him hold the last note. He slowly got up, and walked towards the door; opening it with a smirk on his face. Cuddy stood in the doorway, her perfect curls barely touching her bare shoulders. She was wearing a strapless, short, black ren dress with the highest black patent pumps. Jet black mascara framed her green eyes, with the lightest stain of ruby lip-gloss on her tim, trái tim shaped lips.
House still had a smirk on his face, which may have appeared to be a gloating smile to Cuddy, but it was actually a way of releasing the tension between them, and help Cuddy relax; which she did, when she smiled slightly back at him.
Cuddy: Can we get this over with?
House: Don’t be like that; I was going to invite bạn in for a drink.
Cuddy: If I’m driving then-
House: I’ll drive, with the Vicodin I can get high whenever I want, bạn on the other hand rarely get the chance to get so intoxicated that bạn flash everyone in the room.
Cuddy walked past House, in shock that he knew about that.
Cuddy: That was one time, in college, but bạn weren’t even at that party.
House: bạn didn’t see me, doesn’t mean I wasn’t there. That fuchsia bra bạn wore really made it hard to forget.
Cuddy edged away from him, as he sat back down at his piano, she stood bởi the door still, arms folded and a glare in her eyes.
Cuddy: What are bạn doing? I thought bạn wanted a date, not a babysitter.
House: We do have a date, just not until nine.
Cuddy: Then why did bạn want me here at eight?
House: Hopeful I guess.
Cuddy scoffed, and made her way to his sofa.
House: I poured bạn a drink,
House began a slow jazz tune, as he pointed to the coffee table, before taking a sip of his beer. Cuddy drank hers with a slight worry, before smiling after she tasted it.
Cuddy: Wow.
House: Kamikaze, extra lime.
Cuddy: How did bạn know?
House: bạn ordered it, back in ’86. The bartender spilt it on you’re top, not before bạn already had two already.
Cuddy: That’s how bạn remembered, because my hàng đầu, đầu trang was wet?
House: That and, it became slightly see-through. What can I say, that’s how my mind works.
House went back to his slight tune, not before catching Cuddy smiling with delight before taking another sip.
Cuddy: bạn don’t find this weird, us going on a date, again. The last one was so disastrous.
House: I didn’t think so.
Cuddy sat back and admired him playing, smiling and watching his fingers stroke the keys so delicately. Completely different to his usual persona, it was like the đàn piano brought out a different side to him altogether.
Cuddy: This is nice actually.
House: What is?
Cuddy: This. Us just together, not fighting not arguing. It’s nice.
Cuddy drank the rest of her drink.
Cuddy: I didn’t even know bạn could mix cocktails.
House: There’s a lot bạn don’t know about me, like there’s a lot I don’t know about you.
Cuddy: Come on, bạn must have some secrets bạn have ready to hold over me.
House: I know the things most people who aren’t as observant as me miss.
House stopped abruptly, as Cuddy sat-up attentively.
House: Secrets, and mysteries. You’re like an enigma to me.
Cuddy: Well that’s good to know.
House: You’re practically a safe, waiting to be opened, hoặc a convoluted maze.
Cuddy: House.
House’s concentration was disrupted when he looked at Cuddy, his mind had wondered off.
Cuddy: I never knew bạn felt like that.
House: I still do.
There was a moment of silence, where they just gazed into each other’s eyes.
Cuddy: What time is it?
Her voice was shaky, weak almost. House’s reply was near enough the same.
House: Eight fifteen…
Cuddy had begun slowly walking towards him, as he slid across slightly on the stool, and she sat down tiếp theo to him. They looked into each other’s eyes, as House put his arm around her waist. Cuddy closed her eyes, as he leant into her neck, slightly kissing her neck. Cuddy grabbed hold of his body, as she fell back onto the đàn piano stool, as the both were perfectly balanced on hàng đầu, đầu trang of each other before House brought Cuddy back up and they began kissing each other, never letting each other go. Picking her up, House sat Cuddy on the đàn piano as he ripped off her sheer black ren stockings.
Cuddy: What about bữa tối, bữa ăn tối at nine?
House: I lied.
Cuddy smiled, as House grabbed her, and they moved it to the bedroom…
An apprehensive knock on the door, made him hold the last note. He slowly got up, and walked towards the door; opening it with a smirk on his face. Cuddy stood in the doorway, her perfect curls barely touching her bare shoulders. She was wearing a strapless, short, black ren dress with the highest black patent pumps. Jet black mascara framed her green eyes, with the lightest stain of ruby lip-gloss on her tim, trái tim shaped lips.
House still had a smirk on his face, which may have appeared to be a gloating smile to Cuddy, but it was actually a way of releasing the tension between them, and help Cuddy relax; which she did, when she smiled slightly back at him.
Cuddy: Can we get this over with?
House: Don’t be like that; I was going to invite bạn in for a drink.
Cuddy: If I’m driving then-
House: I’ll drive, with the Vicodin I can get high whenever I want, bạn on the other hand rarely get the chance to get so intoxicated that bạn flash everyone in the room.
Cuddy walked past House, in shock that he knew about that.
Cuddy: That was one time, in college, but bạn weren’t even at that party.
House: bạn didn’t see me, doesn’t mean I wasn’t there. That fuchsia bra bạn wore really made it hard to forget.
Cuddy edged away from him, as he sat back down at his piano, she stood bởi the door still, arms folded and a glare in her eyes.
Cuddy: What are bạn doing? I thought bạn wanted a date, not a babysitter.
House: We do have a date, just not until nine.
Cuddy: Then why did bạn want me here at eight?
House: Hopeful I guess.
Cuddy scoffed, and made her way to his sofa.
House: I poured bạn a drink,
House began a slow jazz tune, as he pointed to the coffee table, before taking a sip of his beer. Cuddy drank hers with a slight worry, before smiling after she tasted it.
Cuddy: Wow.
House: Kamikaze, extra lime.
Cuddy: How did bạn know?
House: bạn ordered it, back in ’86. The bartender spilt it on you’re top, not before bạn already had two already.
Cuddy: That’s how bạn remembered, because my hàng đầu, đầu trang was wet?
House: That and, it became slightly see-through. What can I say, that’s how my mind works.
House went back to his slight tune, not before catching Cuddy smiling with delight before taking another sip.
Cuddy: bạn don’t find this weird, us going on a date, again. The last one was so disastrous.
House: I didn’t think so.
Cuddy sat back and admired him playing, smiling and watching his fingers stroke the keys so delicately. Completely different to his usual persona, it was like the đàn piano brought out a different side to him altogether.
Cuddy: This is nice actually.
House: What is?
Cuddy: This. Us just together, not fighting not arguing. It’s nice.
Cuddy drank the rest of her drink.
Cuddy: I didn’t even know bạn could mix cocktails.
House: There’s a lot bạn don’t know about me, like there’s a lot I don’t know about you.
Cuddy: Come on, bạn must have some secrets bạn have ready to hold over me.
House: I know the things most people who aren’t as observant as me miss.
House stopped abruptly, as Cuddy sat-up attentively.
House: Secrets, and mysteries. You’re like an enigma to me.
Cuddy: Well that’s good to know.
House: You’re practically a safe, waiting to be opened, hoặc a convoluted maze.
Cuddy: House.
House’s concentration was disrupted when he looked at Cuddy, his mind had wondered off.
Cuddy: I never knew bạn felt like that.
House: I still do.
There was a moment of silence, where they just gazed into each other’s eyes.
Cuddy: What time is it?
Her voice was shaky, weak almost. House’s reply was near enough the same.
House: Eight fifteen…
Cuddy had begun slowly walking towards him, as he slid across slightly on the stool, and she sat down tiếp theo to him. They looked into each other’s eyes, as House put his arm around her waist. Cuddy closed her eyes, as he leant into her neck, slightly kissing her neck. Cuddy grabbed hold of his body, as she fell back onto the đàn piano stool, as the both were perfectly balanced on hàng đầu, đầu trang of each other before House brought Cuddy back up and they began kissing each other, never letting each other go. Picking her up, House sat Cuddy on the đàn piano as he ripped off her sheer black ren stockings.
Cuddy: What about bữa tối, bữa ăn tối at nine?
House: I lied.
Cuddy smiled, as House grabbed her, and they moved it to the bedroom…
