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Chapter 14 - "The Comeback"
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They got hungrier as they tasted each other. It’s been so long since they’ve been in this situation. The sentiments now weren’t as fresh and naïve – no, now they’re truly experiencing the whole point of being in love, and not just giving it a try, like they did on college many years ago.
It didn’t really matter to them if they weren’t on the couch anymore, and if the carpet was out of place, or if the lamp that was peacefully resting on the table was now on the floor. They could worry about that later (well, Cuddy would worry about that later).
House woke up on the floor (for the second time that day) a couple hours later. The first feeling he had was his leg throbbing. Then he turned his head to the right and saw a mass of dark, long hair and then he forgot about his leg.
It wasn’t another dream, after all.
He felt overwhelmed with something – Was it happiness? – He wasn’t sure; it’s been a while since he has experienced that emotion.
Then he felt the need of telling what happened to someone – Wilson…yes… yes, I’ll tell him. Or does Cuddy want this to remain a secret? And why do I want so much to share this with someone? It’s not a victory…it’s just the beginning. An awesome beginning, for the record.
He wanted to move – but he couldn’t or he’d wake up Cuddy. But then he thought that maybe it was a good idea to get her off the floor, maybe put her in her bed before she wakes up. But how’d he manage that with his leg? Damn.
Well, he could at least put her on the couch. So he did, very carefully.
Then he was compelled to watch her sleep for a couple minutes – this sort of scared him. He couldn’t get too attached to her…what if things went wrong? No, he wouldn’t let that happen.
But how? He wasn’t used to maintain things stabilized. He was used to begin war and to get things out of balance; that was his routine (apart from saving lives, of course).
He scratched his head as he glanced at the clock. It was almost dinner time.
He thought about waking up Cuddy to figure out what she wanted to do: to have dinner here or go out. But then a thought struck him: He knows her. He could predict what she wanted.
After all that happened today, she wouldn’t want to go out and have dinner; she’d prefer to have a comfortable one at her place, since they were both exhausted and all. Or was that what he wanted? He didn’t want to go out. Maybe it was his subconscious misleading him.
God stop worrying man. I’ll wait until she wakes up then.
His legs lead him into her bedroom, his arms lead him into her closet and his hands picked up a warm blanket and he made his way back to the living room and covered Cuddy with it.
Why am I doing this? I already had sex with her, why should I spend time and energy trying to please her even more?
He then looked at her sleeping figure again. Something inside his chest moved. His heart sort of told him: I’m here, use me! Use me on that woman.
He wasn’t being nice because he was nice; he was behaving like this because of her. He smiled inwardly.
He decided he definitely had to call Wilson, so he made his way to the kitchen so he’d call him from there; he didn’t want Cuddy to wake up and hear the conversation.
The phone rang twice until someone picked it up.
“Hello?” – Asked a woman’s voice.
House frowned in confusion. Then his brain database browsed through his incredibly good memory and he recognized the voice – It was Kelly.
“Hello Kelly. Is Wilson around?” – He asked, deciding to leave his sarcastic comments for later.
“Yes. He is. He told me you and Cuddy had another fight and were trying to work it out. Is everything ok?” - She asked, oblivious to the fact that House didn’t just want to know if Wilson was around.
“Yes ah...Hum, can you pass him the phone?” – House insisted.
“Ooh! Right!! Silly me…JAAAAAAMES! Get off the bathroom honey, House is on the phone!” – She yelled, as House instantly got the phone away from his ear.
A couple seconds later he risked and tried to hear if Wilson was on the line already.
“I SAID: HOUSE IS ON THE PHOOOONE!” – Kelly repeated a bit louder.
House sighed, rolling his eyes.
“He’ll be right here, Greg.” – Said Kelly.
“WHAT??” – Yelled House, as if he wasn’t hearing well. Oh, he was, he just felt like getting revenge.
“He’ll BE RIGHT HERE, GREG!” – She answered back, possible not noticing he was mocking.
“KILL BILL RIGHT EAR BREAD?” – He shouted back.
He heard a muffled sound, as if Kelly has covered the speaker with her hand, and then heard her voice, slightly fading away:
“Oh for the love of g…”
“House, why are you yelling in my kitchen?” – Asked Cuddy, suddenly appearing from behind.
Damn.
“Sorry, was trying to talk to Wilson but his girlfriend apparently has a hearing problem. Did you sleep well?” – He asked, hanging up the phone, ignoring Wilson’s repetitive “Hello’s?”
“Yes, indeed, I slept very well.” – She answered, smiling broadly. She then leaned close to him and gave him a quick “you-belong-to-me” kiss.
I can get used to this – He thought, satisfied.
“You want to eat here or go out to dinner?” – He asked right away.
“Honestly, I’d prefer eating something here; I’m too tired to go out now, aren’t you?” – She asked, opening her fridge and looking for something there.
AH! I was right after all.
“Yup.” – He approached her from behind and tried to see what she had for cooking, too.
“You know…” – He said – “This fridge brings back good memories.” – He joked.
“Oh really?” – She asked, taking off the fridge some cooking supplies.
“Yes, the kiss you gave. Making the first step. You know, if that had happened in the XVIII century you’d be considered a slut, throwing yourself like that into the arms of a man, with no engagement ring and all.”– He stated, leaning into the now closed fridge – “Hum, yes, you’d definitely be a slut back at that time.” – He teased.
“Well then, the probability you and I had to meet each other back then would be pretty high.”
“Ouch!” - He said, clearly amused by her quick comeback.
He offered his help to make dinner and so they begun their first moment as a couple, which included a food fight, for House wasn’t helping much as he kept throwing beans at Cuddy aiming at her cleavage and from that point on things got out of hand.
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Chapter 14 - "The Comeback"
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They got hungrier as they tasted each other. It’s been so long since they’ve been in this situation. The sentiments now weren’t as fresh and naïve – no, now they’re truly experiencing the whole point of being in love, and not just giving it a try, like they did on college many years ago.
It didn’t really matter to them if they weren’t on the couch anymore, and if the carpet was out of place, or if the lamp that was peacefully resting on the table was now on the floor. They could worry about that later (well, Cuddy would worry about that later).
House woke up on the floor (for the second time that day) a couple hours later. The first feeling he had was his leg throbbing. Then he turned his head to the right and saw a mass of dark, long hair and then he forgot about his leg.
It wasn’t another dream, after all.
He felt overwhelmed with something – Was it happiness? – He wasn’t sure; it’s been a while since he has experienced that emotion.
Then he felt the need of telling what happened to someone – Wilson…yes… yes, I’ll tell him. Or does Cuddy want this to remain a secret? And why do I want so much to share this with someone? It’s not a victory…it’s just the beginning. An awesome beginning, for the record.
He wanted to move – but he couldn’t or he’d wake up Cuddy. But then he thought that maybe it was a good idea to get her off the floor, maybe put her in her bed before she wakes up. But how’d he manage that with his leg? Damn.
Well, he could at least put her on the couch. So he did, very carefully.
Then he was compelled to watch her sleep for a couple minutes – this sort of scared him. He couldn’t get too attached to her…what if things went wrong? No, he wouldn’t let that happen.
But how? He wasn’t used to maintain things stabilized. He was used to begin war and to get things out of balance; that was his routine (apart from saving lives, of course).
He scratched his head as he glanced at the clock. It was almost dinner time.
He thought about waking up Cuddy to figure out what she wanted to do: to have dinner here or go out. But then a thought struck him: He knows her. He could predict what she wanted.
After all that happened today, she wouldn’t want to go out and have dinner; she’d prefer to have a comfortable one at her place, since they were both exhausted and all. Or was that what he wanted? He didn’t want to go out. Maybe it was his subconscious misleading him.
God stop worrying man. I’ll wait until she wakes up then.
His legs lead him into her bedroom, his arms lead him into her closet and his hands picked up a warm blanket and he made his way back to the living room and covered Cuddy with it.
Why am I doing this? I already had sex with her, why should I spend time and energy trying to please her even more?
He then looked at her sleeping figure again. Something inside his chest moved. His heart sort of told him: I’m here, use me! Use me on that woman.
He wasn’t being nice because he was nice; he was behaving like this because of her. He smiled inwardly.
He decided he definitely had to call Wilson, so he made his way to the kitchen so he’d call him from there; he didn’t want Cuddy to wake up and hear the conversation.
The phone rang twice until someone picked it up.
“Hello?” – Asked a woman’s voice.
House frowned in confusion. Then his brain database browsed through his incredibly good memory and he recognized the voice – It was Kelly.
“Hello Kelly. Is Wilson around?” – He asked, deciding to leave his sarcastic comments for later.
“Yes. He is. He told me you and Cuddy had another fight and were trying to work it out. Is everything ok?” - She asked, oblivious to the fact that House didn’t just want to know if Wilson was around.
“Yes ah...Hum, can you pass him the phone?” – House insisted.
“Ooh! Right!! Silly me…JAAAAAAMES! Get off the bathroom honey, House is on the phone!” – She yelled, as House instantly got the phone away from his ear.
A couple seconds later he risked and tried to hear if Wilson was on the line already.
“I SAID: HOUSE IS ON THE PHOOOONE!” – Kelly repeated a bit louder.
House sighed, rolling his eyes.
“He’ll be right here, Greg.” – Said Kelly.
“WHAT??” – Yelled House, as if he wasn’t hearing well. Oh, he was, he just felt like getting revenge.
“He’ll BE RIGHT HERE, GREG!” – She answered back, possible not noticing he was mocking.
“KILL BILL RIGHT EAR BREAD?” – He shouted back.
He heard a muffled sound, as if Kelly has covered the speaker with her hand, and then heard her voice, slightly fading away:
“Oh for the love of g…”
“House, why are you yelling in my kitchen?” – Asked Cuddy, suddenly appearing from behind.
Damn.
“Sorry, was trying to talk to Wilson but his girlfriend apparently has a hearing problem. Did you sleep well?” – He asked, hanging up the phone, ignoring Wilson’s repetitive “Hello’s?”
“Yes, indeed, I slept very well.” – She answered, smiling broadly. She then leaned close to him and gave him a quick “you-belong-to-me” kiss.
I can get used to this – He thought, satisfied.
“You want to eat here or go out to dinner?” – He asked right away.
“Honestly, I’d prefer eating something here; I’m too tired to go out now, aren’t you?” – She asked, opening her fridge and looking for something there.
AH! I was right after all.
“Yup.” – He approached her from behind and tried to see what she had for cooking, too.
“You know…” – He said – “This fridge brings back good memories.” – He joked.
“Oh really?” – She asked, taking off the fridge some cooking supplies.
“Yes, the kiss you gave. Making the first step. You know, if that had happened in the XVIII century you’d be considered a slut, throwing yourself like that into the arms of a man, with no engagement ring and all.”– He stated, leaning into the now closed fridge – “Hum, yes, you’d definitely be a slut back at that time.” – He teased.
“Well then, the probability you and I had to meet each other back then would be pretty high.”
“Ouch!” - He said, clearly amused by her quick comeback.
He offered his help to make dinner and so they begun their first moment as a couple, which included a food fight, for House wasn’t helping much as he kept throwing beans at Cuddy aiming at her cleavage and from that point on things got out of hand.
