A/N: Just a one-shot. Set in Let Them Eat Cake. bạn will be able to tell when! It is sort of AU, but sort of Cuddy's thoughts in the một giây before House acts all stupid. Thanks bạn so much to my brand new beta iluvbones (on FF.net)!
“Why do bạn dress like that?"
His words echoed in her head, reverberating and replaying that same câu hỏi again, and again, taunting her. She knew why she dressed like that - even if it was subconsciously. She did it to ensure he noticed her, and not just when he felt like it, in her current attire she knew that he was unable not to stare and she knew that her wardrobe choice for the ngày had been spot on.
But the fact that he seemed to know that that was why she dressed like so was a little unnerving and yet completely expected at the same time. He knew pretty much every other một phút detail of her life and her reasoning, so why not this too?
She felt secret pleasure at him noticing her body, because she loved the feel of his eyes on her, eyes so blue bạn could drown in them and the secrets he let slip if bạn were close enough to see them. She could feel the silent appreciation they held for her curves and she savoured it, keeping it locked in her head for when he was an ass, when she needed reassurance that she was a knock-out and not just a mouse, hoặc when she couldn't get a một giây ngày and she felt like she wasn't good enough some how.
He made her feel sexy and beautiful, like a woman, and she knew that he had absolutely no idea of what his juvenile gawking did to her confidence. His constant staring help to remind her that she was a woman - no matter how many people he told otherwise hoặc however many rumours of her being a transsexual he started.
Her clothes were her way of saying that she was female after all the ruthlessness and grab it bởi the balls attitude she had to use as Dean. It was her way of balance - she could be both smoking hot andbe a great businesswoman. It was compensation in a sense, and she knew when to use her womanly assets to get things to go the way she wanted. They had helped roll in some male donors, young and old, and occasionally they could help get House to give her a little bit of a break from his onslaught of sarcastic remarks bởi merely distracting him so that he Mất tích his train of thought.
Right now she was dressed to kill, and a little over dressed for work in some people's opinion, but Lisa Cuddy could get away with it, she could get away with wearing almost anything and look effortlessly gorgeous while still looking classy and business-like. She was dressed this way today of all days for one purpose and one purpose only: to hiển thị House what he would be 'getting in giường with' if he chose to finally relent and admit that he had feelings for her.
But alas, that was not to be and he, once again took three billion steps backwards instead of taking that little baby step forwards, and she was left wondering why she even bothered. That was until she, once again, felt his eyes on her and she knew that for now that would do, at least until he got his đít, mông, ass into gear and did something.
“Why do bạn dress like that?"
His words echoed in her head, reverberating and replaying that same câu hỏi again, and again, taunting her. She knew why she dressed like that - even if it was subconsciously. She did it to ensure he noticed her, and not just when he felt like it, in her current attire she knew that he was unable not to stare and she knew that her wardrobe choice for the ngày had been spot on.
But the fact that he seemed to know that that was why she dressed like so was a little unnerving and yet completely expected at the same time. He knew pretty much every other một phút detail of her life and her reasoning, so why not this too?
She felt secret pleasure at him noticing her body, because she loved the feel of his eyes on her, eyes so blue bạn could drown in them and the secrets he let slip if bạn were close enough to see them. She could feel the silent appreciation they held for her curves and she savoured it, keeping it locked in her head for when he was an ass, when she needed reassurance that she was a knock-out and not just a mouse, hoặc when she couldn't get a một giây ngày and she felt like she wasn't good enough some how.
He made her feel sexy and beautiful, like a woman, and she knew that he had absolutely no idea of what his juvenile gawking did to her confidence. His constant staring help to remind her that she was a woman - no matter how many people he told otherwise hoặc however many rumours of her being a transsexual he started.
Her clothes were her way of saying that she was female after all the ruthlessness and grab it bởi the balls attitude she had to use as Dean. It was her way of balance - she could be both smoking hot andbe a great businesswoman. It was compensation in a sense, and she knew when to use her womanly assets to get things to go the way she wanted. They had helped roll in some male donors, young and old, and occasionally they could help get House to give her a little bit of a break from his onslaught of sarcastic remarks bởi merely distracting him so that he Mất tích his train of thought.
Right now she was dressed to kill, and a little over dressed for work in some people's opinion, but Lisa Cuddy could get away with it, she could get away with wearing almost anything and look effortlessly gorgeous while still looking classy and business-like. She was dressed this way today of all days for one purpose and one purpose only: to hiển thị House what he would be 'getting in giường with' if he chose to finally relent and admit that he had feelings for her.
But alas, that was not to be and he, once again took three billion steps backwards instead of taking that little baby step forwards, and she was left wondering why she even bothered. That was until she, once again, felt his eyes on her and she knew that for now that would do, at least until he got his đít, mông, ass into gear and did something.
House to Cuddy point of view (House's POV):
You're hopelessly lost, because today
The world seems a bit too big for you
I was pretty sure I've seen it all
Until bạn came, opened up my heaven
And ironically my hell
I get torn down
You're glad to get torn down with me
Well that's something I've never seen
It seems that I'm a bit wrong about the world
As of toady
Because bạn came and showed me wrong
bạn take me down, bạn bring me up
Well, at least bạn made a change
Despite the things bạn cannot see
Despite the world attire
And despite the truths bạn wish to change
bạn hide well, that i have to admit
But I can see right through you.
You're hopelessly lost, because today
The world seems a bit too big for you
I was pretty sure I've seen it all
Until bạn came, opened up my heaven
And ironically my hell
I get torn down
You're glad to get torn down with me
Well that's something I've never seen
It seems that I'm a bit wrong about the world
As of toady
Because bạn came and showed me wrong
bạn take me down, bạn bring me up
Well, at least bạn made a change
Despite the things bạn cannot see
Despite the world attire
And despite the truths bạn wish to change
bạn hide well, that i have to admit
But I can see right through you.