An idea that came to my mind. Personally I don't like it that much...but form an opinion.
Five Times
The first time it had happened quite accidently. The reason why she had been standing in front of his apartment had been entirely different.
It was evening and already dark, furthermore it was raining cat and dogs.
There she stood now, clothes completely soaked, hair curling even more than usual and she was foaming.
It seemed like an enternity to her but she didn’t even think to give in.
She knocked on his door, harder and harder, louder and louder, not caring what the neighbours might think.
While she was knocking she was also shoutung his name with a high and strident voice.
When her knuckles where already feeling numb and she had screamed herself hoarse, she could hear a well known noise, the monotous sound of a certain piece of wood that was hitting the floor in a steady rythym, until it stopped right in front of her.
House opened the door and looked at her.
There was no sign of suprise on his face, it was impervious and illegible, he stood in the frame of his door and looked at her who was wet through and shivering and, to his amusement, glared.
He loved it when she glared.
Cuddy didn’t say a word but if looks could kill he would have dropped dead immidiately.
"You'll catch your death!"
House broke the silence.
"I don’t care!"
Cuddy retorted, still angry and shuddering even harder.
House shrugged and wanted to close the door again, but a Prada heel stopped him from putting his plan into action.
He sighed and looked at her.
"Make a decision! Either you come in or you leave."
Reluctance was written all over the dean’s face. She balanced the thought of leaving without any success against the thought of her and House in his most probably messy apartment.
Eventually she sighed and nodded almost imperceptible.
"You won."
She grinded her teeth.
"I always do."
Cuddy glared at him again which made him grin.
House stepped aside and let Cuddy enter the room. She looked around and to her surprise it was not as messy as she had imagined it. It was messy…there was no doubt…but though it seemed odd and contradictory there was a certain order in this chaos.
"You like it?"
House asked immaterially.
"Hmmm…"
House raised an eyebrow.
"House, I am not here to talk about forniture or interior decoration, as much as I loved to."
"The permission."
"Yeah, you got it, Sherlock."
"I would tell you I am sorry if I was…and if I was a person who apologizes."
"The patient could have died!"
"He didn’t."
"Good god! House! What you did was not only dangerous and illegal but also immature and insane."
"But it was right."
And then something had happened none of them had expected.
They kissed. Passionately, longing, desiring, finally releasing all the feelings they had hid for so long.
She found herself in his bedroom before the realization could affect her head and reach her mind.
When it did, her wit was screaming, fighting against what was happening here, but it was a battle that was condemned to fail.
While her sanity tried to struggle, rang every alarm bell in her head and told her it was better to get out of this situation as soon as possible, her heart and body did the oposite.
It had been too long ago since she had experience such a feeling and though it was only short-lived, Cuddy wanted to enjoy every moment, to hold onto every second.
And so it had happened for the first time.
Cuddy felt breathless and was sweating. But what concerned her was what she had done.
Sanity had gain the mastery again and her first impulse was to get dressed and to get out as quick as possible. Then she tried to calm down and to regain her breath, while House was watching her.
"I’m sorry…"
Cuddy managed to utter.
"It was wrong…terribly wrong."
Before House could respond, Cuddy grabbed her clothes and got dressed. After that she rushed out of the room and left his apartment again.
Though Cuddy had sweared it would never happen again, it did.
Three times.
And it was always almost the same. Each time one of them fled, no one of them was ready to confess to oneself that there might be some emotions. Both of them were not ready for the direction the whole thing was going. Both of them were unable to talk to the other or to acknowledge to themselves that there was a reason why they could not stop.
The fifth time was different.
It happened like it always did but then something changed. They were lying in Cuddy’s bed on a mild Friday evening. Cuddy was close to surrender to her fate, though she did not really understand why she was unable to resist…but she accepted it by now. More or less. At least she prefered to believe she did.
Soon, House would get up and leave her apartment again, as he had done before. She turned aside and closed her eyes. Then she waited for him to leave but nothing happened. She rolled back to her former position and opened her eyes again.
There he was, lying in her bed, but he didn’t give the impression that he was about to get up. Cuddy felt her body tense up and a sudden panic rose in her.
She was not used to this situation, not at all. Frantically she was pondering over the whole situation.
The body next to her felt like a foreign matter and she did not feel comfortable. But then she asked herself why she was acting this way. And then all of a sudden, before she could control her doings, she found herself approaching to him. House was suprised but did not move.
Cuddy had nothing to lose.
Either he would accept it or he would leave, like he had done so many times before. She came closer but still, he didn’t move. Akwardly, she leaned against him, she had nearly forgotten who it worked. For a split second he flinched, but accepted her closeness. He wrapped his right arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer. At first their bodies were rather stiff and cramped but after some time had passed, both of them felt how they were finally relaxing and enjoying the nearness, thought they were also well aware of their vulnerability. But for the first time since a long time they felt comfortable, content, almost happy, secure and…loved.
Five Times
The first time it had happened quite accidently. The reason why she had been standing in front of his apartment had been entirely different.
It was evening and already dark, furthermore it was raining cat and dogs.
There she stood now, clothes completely soaked, hair curling even more than usual and she was foaming.
It seemed like an enternity to her but she didn’t even think to give in.
She knocked on his door, harder and harder, louder and louder, not caring what the neighbours might think.
While she was knocking she was also shoutung his name with a high and strident voice.
When her knuckles where already feeling numb and she had screamed herself hoarse, she could hear a well known noise, the monotous sound of a certain piece of wood that was hitting the floor in a steady rythym, until it stopped right in front of her.
House opened the door and looked at her.
There was no sign of suprise on his face, it was impervious and illegible, he stood in the frame of his door and looked at her who was wet through and shivering and, to his amusement, glared.
He loved it when she glared.
Cuddy didn’t say a word but if looks could kill he would have dropped dead immidiately.
"You'll catch your death!"
House broke the silence.
"I don’t care!"
Cuddy retorted, still angry and shuddering even harder.
House shrugged and wanted to close the door again, but a Prada heel stopped him from putting his plan into action.
He sighed and looked at her.
"Make a decision! Either you come in or you leave."
Reluctance was written all over the dean’s face. She balanced the thought of leaving without any success against the thought of her and House in his most probably messy apartment.
Eventually she sighed and nodded almost imperceptible.
"You won."
She grinded her teeth.
"I always do."
Cuddy glared at him again which made him grin.
House stepped aside and let Cuddy enter the room. She looked around and to her surprise it was not as messy as she had imagined it. It was messy…there was no doubt…but though it seemed odd and contradictory there was a certain order in this chaos.
"You like it?"
House asked immaterially.
"Hmmm…"
House raised an eyebrow.
"House, I am not here to talk about forniture or interior decoration, as much as I loved to."
"The permission."
"Yeah, you got it, Sherlock."
"I would tell you I am sorry if I was…and if I was a person who apologizes."
"The patient could have died!"
"He didn’t."
"Good god! House! What you did was not only dangerous and illegal but also immature and insane."
"But it was right."
And then something had happened none of them had expected.
They kissed. Passionately, longing, desiring, finally releasing all the feelings they had hid for so long.
She found herself in his bedroom before the realization could affect her head and reach her mind.
When it did, her wit was screaming, fighting against what was happening here, but it was a battle that was condemned to fail.
While her sanity tried to struggle, rang every alarm bell in her head and told her it was better to get out of this situation as soon as possible, her heart and body did the oposite.
It had been too long ago since she had experience such a feeling and though it was only short-lived, Cuddy wanted to enjoy every moment, to hold onto every second.
And so it had happened for the first time.
Cuddy felt breathless and was sweating. But what concerned her was what she had done.
Sanity had gain the mastery again and her first impulse was to get dressed and to get out as quick as possible. Then she tried to calm down and to regain her breath, while House was watching her.
"I’m sorry…"
Cuddy managed to utter.
"It was wrong…terribly wrong."
Before House could respond, Cuddy grabbed her clothes and got dressed. After that she rushed out of the room and left his apartment again.
Though Cuddy had sweared it would never happen again, it did.
Three times.
And it was always almost the same. Each time one of them fled, no one of them was ready to confess to oneself that there might be some emotions. Both of them were not ready for the direction the whole thing was going. Both of them were unable to talk to the other or to acknowledge to themselves that there was a reason why they could not stop.
The fifth time was different.
It happened like it always did but then something changed. They were lying in Cuddy’s bed on a mild Friday evening. Cuddy was close to surrender to her fate, though she did not really understand why she was unable to resist…but she accepted it by now. More or less. At least she prefered to believe she did.
Soon, House would get up and leave her apartment again, as he had done before. She turned aside and closed her eyes. Then she waited for him to leave but nothing happened. She rolled back to her former position and opened her eyes again.
There he was, lying in her bed, but he didn’t give the impression that he was about to get up. Cuddy felt her body tense up and a sudden panic rose in her.
She was not used to this situation, not at all. Frantically she was pondering over the whole situation.
The body next to her felt like a foreign matter and she did not feel comfortable. But then she asked herself why she was acting this way. And then all of a sudden, before she could control her doings, she found herself approaching to him. House was suprised but did not move.
Cuddy had nothing to lose.
Either he would accept it or he would leave, like he had done so many times before. She came closer but still, he didn’t move. Akwardly, she leaned against him, she had nearly forgotten who it worked. For a split second he flinched, but accepted her closeness. He wrapped his right arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer. At first their bodies were rather stiff and cramped but after some time had passed, both of them felt how they were finally relaxing and enjoying the nearness, thought they were also well aware of their vulnerability. But for the first time since a long time they felt comfortable, content, almost happy, secure and…loved.