tjballer (tjballer) wrote in 10prompts, @ 2009-05-24 14:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: tjballer, character: gregory house, fandom: house |
Title: Forever More
Author: Tjballer
Summary: If it had all been real.
Pairing: House/Cuddy
Table, Prompt: 7, Living Room
Rating: Eh. G- possibly PG for vague descriptions of nudity.
Warnings: Spoilers for Season 5.
A/N: I needed to make myself feel better >.>
Words: 528
Beta: All mistakes are mine.
It was the morning after. House blinked, clearing his hazy vision. He turned over, closing his eyes to go back to sleep, but in another second, his eyes popped open again.
Cuddy.
Lisa Cuddy.
House stared at her for a full five minutes to be sure that he wasn't hallucinating. With Cutthroat constantly haunting his mind, he wasn't sure what to believe anymore.
But there!
She moved.
House propped himself up, staring down at her, waiting for the woman next to him to wake up. And she did. Those beautiful blue eyes slowly opening, and locking onto House's.
And House, being House, had to go and ruin that precious moment.
"Goooooooood morning, Sunshine!"
She rolled her eyes, too astonished for a comeback. She had gone and did it. Of course, this wasn't their first- there was that one time in college...
But she had slept with Greg House, her employee. Her friend. Her lov-.
No.
Cuddy would not let that work sink in through her mind. House wasn't ever going to be ready to be in a real relationship. People who dug into his inner workings got hurt. And she did not want to be tortured any longer. She made a move to take off the blankets, then blushing, when seeing she was wearing nothing. The evidence that she did indeed have sex with her head of diagnostics was very evident.
House rolled his eyes. Women. The first to get so self-conscious after a night of love-making.
"Look away." She said firmly, grabbing the blankets around her.
"Oh come on!" House retorted, "It's not like I haven't seen everything already. Right from my living room, we hit it off- we were about to do it on the couch, you know, but then you wanted the bed. So I relented, of course. Don't say I'm not a gentleman. The produce section did well last night" He arched his eyebrows, grinning at her. She glared back. He sighed and turned around.
She grabbed her clothing off the edge of the bed and changed. Her face looking absolutely flushed. House turned, getting off the bed. He too, was stark naked.
Her eyed widened. She didn't understand why she was being so....prude was the word that House would use, but she just couldn't help herself. "Wh-what are you....what are you doing?"
"Unless you want me to go to work completely naked, I'm going to go change too."
"Oh."
In five minutes he came out wearing his usual attire. A rocker shirt and ragged blue jeans, while he limped over to grab his cane and blazer.
She wanted to mention something. The words just dying to be brought up. But House would tease her, mock her, and avoid the question and switch the subject.
He knew what she was thinking. It was a woman thing. They needed to know, HAD to know, if it meant anything at all. And as House pondered this himself-
It did mean something. But that something, he didn't quite know yet. He glanced over at her. She glanced over at him. As the two took mismatched, yet in step steps to her car, a mutual, yet silent agreement appeared between the two.
They would take what they would get for now, explanations could come later.