Chapter 4
It was the ngày of the party. Cuddy found it hard to shield her excitement, and tried to continue with her everyday duties. However, her mind kept drifting back to house, and what stunt he was going to pull tonight. She was determined to look her best. To be honest, he was the only reason she wanted to go. She hated hospital donors, who always looked down on her, making her feel like a child again. Completely the opposite from how house made her feel.
She left work early, to get ready. She had spent weeks attempting to choose the right dress, and she had finally found one. It was all for him.
House once again, had no case. He had sent the others home, and now was sitting in his office, pondering on his thoughts. If he was honest with himself, he was quite nervous about tonight, he had no plan of attack, and was now having doubts. chưa được trả lời các câu hỏi kept disturbing his train of thought. “What if she is too good for me? Could I make her happy? What if she turns me down?”
He left to get ready at 6. He hadn’t spent much time thinking about what to wear. He had a tux, and that was all that mattered. He knew that she didn’t care what he looked like, as long as he was there, with her.
At 8:30, people started crowding into the lobby of Princeton Plainsbrough. This had been the topic of many conversations over the past month. House entered with Wilson, and immediately scanned the room for cuddy. She was nowhere to be seen. He smirked to himself. It was just like her to make a big entrance. He first destination was the bar. He had promised himself (and Wilson) that he wouldn’t get wasted tonight. It was too important.
The room looked amazing. All obstacles had been cleared to the side, to make room for a large dance floor in the centre of the room and the band were getting ready to start. However, he wasn’t paying much attention. He kept his eyes constantly at the entrance, just waiting.
After half an hour, he decided he needed another drink. His leg was starting to hurt after staying in the same position for so long. So he downed two viccodin and turned to talk to Wilson, who he discovered, was eagerly watching Cameron and chase in the corner, with a somewhat jealous look in his eye. House new that he wanted the companionship.
“So Wilson what’s the betting that Cameron becomes Mrs Wilson number 4 bởi the end of the month”. Wilson turned around and was about to reply, when house saw his eyes widen, a small silence went around the room. House turned around to see Cuddy walking through the door, and he could see why the crowd had gone silent. She looked stunning. He couldn’t di chuyển his eyes from her dress, her hair, her expression. Cuddy carried on walking, pretending to be regardless of all the eyes staring at her, silently her tim, trái tim leapt. It was just the reaction she had been hoping for. However, there was only one person who she had been trying to impress, and when she spotted him at the bar, she could tell from his face that she had succeeded. House’s mouth was hanging open. Her dress was deep red, floor length, and fell beautifully around her. It displayed every curve of her body; his need for her grew even more. She had never looked thêm confident, and thêm sure of herself. Her hair fell around her face, enhancing every feature.

Cuddy walked towards house and Wilson, with an extra sway in her step which did not go un-noticed bởi House. However he knew that she was trying to get his attention. She didn’t need to, she had always had it, and at the moment, it seemed she had everyone’s attention. Cuddy had noticed the people whispering about her, and every so often, someone would talk just a little to loudly, and cuddy would beam even thêm at the bình luận she had overheard. As she reached house, his expression had not changes (she was pleased to see).
“Hi House, Wilson”. She beamed at both of them. Wilson felt himself an idiot for letting her get away, but he knew that she wanted house, he could tell bởi the way she looked at him.
“Hi cuddy, lovely dress”, Wilson said, attempting to end the awkward silence. “Thank bạn Wilson” she said, her eyes not leaving house’s. Wilson noticed this, and knew that it was his cue to leave. “I umm, have to go…. Ummm… talk to donor’s bye”. Wilson walked off, silently happy that he had allowed them some time to talk.
“You.. um.. look very nice” House muttered, looking in a different direction. He hated awkwardness, but he couldn’t go the night without complimenting her on the effort she had made. “House, bạn don’t have to try to be someone you’re not, please just act normal, I can’t deal with trying to figure out what you’re unusual các bình luận really mean”. House smiled. He knew she wouldn’t try to change him. She expected nothing less of him.
The chuông, bell was rung for dinner. And house, took his place at the table, with cuddy on his right, and Wilson on his left.
The sexual tension carried on throughout the meal. Occasionally, house would run his leg against cuddys and vice versa. He was sure that when she did it, it was not an accident. They kept glancing at each other, unable to stop themselves. Finally, house took a shot. He slowly reached for her hand under the table. When he finally found it, he layed his hand on hàng đầu, đầu trang of hers, and enjoyed watching cuddys reaction. He saw a glint of surprise vượt qua, cross her face, and the sparkle in her eyes beamed brighter. “I, err, need to go to the bathroom” she said, eyeing house, trying to get him to take the hint.
He did. He made his excuse for leaving the table. Wilson smirked; he knew what was happening, even if no-one else did.
House limped after her. He knew where she would be. He found her in her office. As he walked in, he saw her leaning against her desk. “House, I”, she stopped, it was useless. She walked straight up to him and pulled him into a passionate kiss. He dropped his cane and lifted her slightly up to him. She felt comfortable in his embrace. They could not break apart from each other. They needed each other.
The passion sizzling between them grew and grew. Somehow they found themselves on her couch, as the make out session continued. After a long, long time they broke apart. She had never had a better kiss. She wanted him so badly, but the place wasn’t right. House knew, from the look in her eye, that he didn’t need to say anything. She already knew how he felt. “We should go back” She muttered sadly. She wanted to stay; she wanted to remain in the comfort of him arms. But she knew they couldn’t. House could see the disappointment in her face, and felt his need for her grow. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.
They stood up, and after one last kiss, they made there way back towards the party. As they walked, their hands brushed against each others, each time they touched, the connection grew and grew. As they reached the door, he looked down to see his hand entwined with hers. He hadn’t even noticed it. It felt so natural. So right.



TBC