Ok after these 2 chapters I'll only post more tomorrow...because although they're already written, I need to edit some of them, make small changes, etc...and It's time for me to go and sleep and snore etc etc :P
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Chapter 5 - "The Dance"
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“James?” – Asked Kelly, while they were dancing.
“Hum?”
“Exactly how many times does a man stare to a woman’s chest?” – She asked.
“Whoa! What kind of question is that?” – He asked, puzzled.
Kelly pointed at House and Cuddy that were making their way into the dancing floor.
Wilson followed her gaze.
Ah, House – He thought.
“I’m not sure how many times, but I’m pretty certain that your friend there broke all the records” – She stated, mentioning House.
Wilson shrugged, trying to suppress a smile.
“He’s…House.” – He managed to say.
Kelly adopted a low, threatening tone:
“If you ever stare the way he’s staring at his girlfriend, at another woman than me, you’re dead”
“Got it.”
Meanwhile, House was leading Cuddy towards the center of the dance floor. The song that was playing had a smooth, easy-going rhythm and was clearly a slow.
House cursed mentally.
He slowly placed his hands on her waist while she embraced his neck.
“I bet you’re silly hopeless romantic heart is racing right now” - House said in his natural sarcastic tone.
“It would if the guy I was dancing with actually was enjoying the dance, and not being paid for it.” – She stated bitterly – “And I’m not a hopeless romantic”.
House’s eyes pierced hers. He squinted.
“Yes, you are.”
“Even if I was, I would certainly not aim you as a potential target. You’re the less romantic guy on earth.”
Pause. Their continuing stare and swinging kept their faces a couple inches away from each other.
“I can be romantic.”
“If you see some advantage on it, sure…”
“And isn’t that the way love works? Don’t you get it? You fall in love. You want to catch that person’s attention; therefore, you find different ways of doing it. One of those ways is being romantic, so, people are only romantic to make a way into that person’s heart. It is taking advantage of it!” – He blurted out.
“And another way is being a bitter, sarcastic rude person.” – She hinted.
“Exactly!” – He agreed without thinking.
No, wait....
“Or not. Depends.” – He tried to change the topic.
Damn.
She caught me again.
She smiled.
He decided it was a better choice to just say nothing.
Cuddy glanced at Wilson and Kelly.
They were kissing.
House followed her stare.
How cute is that? – He thought bitterly
He looked back at her.
I want to kiss you, too.
“What, now we’re supposed to kiss, too?”
Ops, wrong way of putting it out of your mouth. You git. – He admitted to himself.
It wasn’t the question that hurt her. It was the tone.
“House, I said nothing. I was merely glancing at them, to see how things were going. And no, the last thing on Earth I want to do is to kiss your hypocrite mouth.”
She was about to let go and return to the table but he stopped her by grabbing her arm and making her embrace him again.
Actually, you’re not getting out of here without that kiss. - he Thought.
“That’s not such a good idea. The song isn’t over yet, she might suspect something’s wrong.”
“If it wasn’t for Wilson I … I…House, what are you doing?” – She asked, when she noticed his hands were way down than her lower back – “Stop it now!”
“Cuddy, shut up.”
And then he kissed her.
In a surprisingly passionate way.
He’s just doing this because he has too, he’s only doing this because…Oh give it a rest, woman!
Cuddy’s eyes closed instantly and she responded the kiss.
House’s hands made their way back up, slowly, leaving a track of goose bumps behind, as she embraced his neck more eagerly and one of her hands played with his hair.
As their tongues begun wrestling, their feet weren’t moving anymore to the song’s rhythm, they merely stood there, their function now to support the charge of energy that their bodies were irradiating.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the dance floor:
“Oh, Wilson. You can insist on saying that they argue all the time, but they compensate pretty well when they make up.” – Kelly said, staring at those two.
“What do you mean?” – He followed her stare.
Whoa! – He thought – They’re kissing? That’s…unexpected...
Why on Earth are they…they didn’t have to. Unless…unless they… oh boy. This is huge!
A goofy smile appeared on his face.
“Let’s go back to the table shall we?” – He suggested to Kelly.
And so they made their way out of the dance floor, leaving House and Cuddy intertwined with each other.
Several seconds later they surfaced.
Wow – they both thought.
Alert, alert! I have no idea of a sarcastic comment right now. Help? – House panicked.
Cuddy’s face was slightly tilted to the floor, her mind racing.
Oh dear, this wasn’t supposed to be so good. I’m in deep trouble. And why did he do that? He didn’t have to, he knew he didn’t.
Maybe he wanted to.
"Why did you do that?" - Her voice was a bit husky.
[/i]Because I wanted to.[/i] - He thought.
"Because..." - He paused - "Well consider it a ... a prove that I can be different if I want to. No money included."
"Yes but..."
"No buts."
Anger begun boiling inside her. Oh you insufferable git.
"You definetely enjoyed the kiss." - She stated.
"So, what if I did?" - His stare was lowering her defences pretty quickly.
Wait, what? I wasn't expecting that. He was suposed to deny it.
"You...you like me House?" - She tried, her eyebrows raisen, a smile forming.
"Nop. Still think you're this bossy cold, power-eater forty-something woman."
OOOH you...fine. Fine. I can't deal with this right now.
“We should go back now.” – She suggested, a tone of disapontment on her voice.
No, I want to kiss you again. Now – He thought.
“Yes, I guess we already made everything we could to represent a couple.” – He shrugged.
She let go of his neck and turned. He grabbed hold of her hand and like that they made their way back to the table, both of them wondering, and probably in denial, why that kiss was too damn good, and why was it so difficult to admit it.
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Chapter 6 - "The Drunk"
The four hanged out on the restaurant for about more 10 minutes, during which Wilson kept sending furtive looks to Cuddy and House.
House was oblivious to all this, because by this stage he had drunk too much and was staring at his glass of whiskey, deep in thought. His hand was massaging is injured leg, that was aching more than ever because the effort he did while dancing without the cane.
Cuddy noticed. She felt a mix of pity and admiration.
He didn’t bring his Vicodin?
She took a moment hesitation but eventually stretched her hand, and gently removing his from his leg, begun massaging softly, still looking and talking to Kelly about how she got to Dean of Medicine.
House jerked his look from the glass and stared at her as she kept talking to Kelly.
She’s too good for me.
She gave him a quick glance.
Thanks – He tried to say with his eyes.
He continued drinking. Wilson noticed he was ordering more whiskey than he should, but he decided it was better not to cut in; after all he was doing him a favor. He feared for Cuddy though, she was the one who was going to take him home.
And so the date was over and the couples departed to opposite directions, exchanging compliments and mutual farewells.
“Goodnight! Have fun! Come back anytime!” – Said House, waving enthusiastically at Wilson and his date, while entering Cuddy’s car.
“House, control yourself” - Cuddy reprimanded him.
“But why? They’re such a lovely….lively couple! I just want to go there and pinch their cheeks.”
Cuddy smiled. So this was drunk House. She’d predicted that he’d start hitting on her instead.
“So, my house or yours?” – He asked, his eyebrows going up and down repeatedly.
Cuddy rolled her eyes, trying to remain focused on the driving.
I knew it – She thought.
“I’m going to drop you out at your place and then I’m going to my place.” She said.
“Aww man…well can’t blame a guy for trying.”
He spent the whole trip back to his house clicking the window’s button, making it go up and down repeatedly. Cuddy gathered all her efforts to ignore this. If she tried to stop him from doing that, he was going to find another annoying entertainment anyway, so what’s the point?
She sighed in relief when they got to his street. She hit the breaks in front of his house and asked, rather bitterly:
“Can you walk at all?”
“Course I can, Cuddles.” – He opened the door, stood up, walked a few steps then lost his balance and fell to his right, his injured leg taking all his weight.
He groaned in pain, while Cuddy made her way out of the car and crouched down below him.
“You’re a pain in the neck, House.” – She muttered, giving him support and finally making him stood up steadily.
“More like a pain in my leg. I need my Vicodin.”
They both stumbled ridiculously to his front door, as he desperately tried to find his keys.
If at least I was a little bit LESS drunk. Damn where the hell are my keys.
Cuddy didn’t manage to wait. She began searching with her spare hand his pockets.
“Hey, niiice. I can see you’ve changed your mind about going to your place after all, heh?”
Cuddy rolled her eyes, and her head, for a breath of whiskey as found its way to her face.
Relax, ignore him, he’s drunk…he’s….just like he is when he’s not drunk. God he never changes, does he?
….
He did at the date.
….
Aha! Found them.
She took the keys out of his back pocket and managed to open his door, even if he was supporting himself in her shoulders.
Such a nice dress, to be used as a House rack. – She thought.
“Cuddy, get….my….vicodin” – He pleaded, as they entered the house, finally.
“Ok, where is it? House…where is it?” – She repeated, as he didn’t answer, trying to find a cozy spot on his entrance hall to sit down.
“In my bedroom…bedside table.”
Seconds later she was back with his vicodin, and he quickly took it and sighed in relief.
He stood up rather quickly, too.
“You know” – He began, stretching his hand to the door, so he could manage some support. He was still drunk, after all. “I wasn’t lying before, you know? About the dress.”
Cuddy was trapped between House and the door.
“Oh? What about it?” - She didn’t honestly remember, she had no clue what he was talking about.
“The dress. You look beauuutiful on it.”
OOOOOoook – She thought – I need to get the hell out of here. If he sends another breath like that I might suffocate and die.
She pushed him out of her personal space and made a move to the door handle.
His hand was quick enough and grabbed hers.
“Not so fast, lady. Not before another kissy kissy.”
Oh dear lord. He’s lost it.
She tried to shove him off, but it was kind of hard since she was smashed between his front and the door.
He made a move for her neck. He finally tasted that special spot.
Danger – Danger – Her mind warned her. But her body was reacting in another way. It said: Thank you, keep going.
She subconsciously moaned.
And then her mind took over her body once again – Her elbow went backwards and hit House’s right kidney.
He backed quickly, as she said:
“I can see you’re good enough to find your way to your bedroom. Goodnight!” – And then she made a very mature escape. She ran for it.
Well, at least as far as she saw he wasn’t following her. Then she calmly rearranged her dress, her hair, and made her way calmly to her car.
Damn him and his mouth.
His hot, experienced mouth.
Damn.
Damn!
House fell asleep on the entrance hall as she shoved the car door shut.
She shoved her thoughts away and started the car’s engine.
She didn’t get to hit the accelerator though. Somehow, the car’s engine running made her mind clear.
God, I just elbowed a drunken man.
…
A drunken man who happened to be harassing me.
…
It’s still House, nevertheless.
She wondered if he was ok. She ran away afraid of her emotions, she didn’t even notice his.
She cursed herself mentally, as she got off the car and made her away back.
I apreciate the comments, thanks, glad you guys like it so far =)
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Chapter 5 - "The Dance"
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“James?” – Asked Kelly, while they were dancing.
“Hum?”
“Exactly how many times does a man stare to a woman’s chest?” – She asked.
“Whoa! What kind of question is that?” – He asked, puzzled.
Kelly pointed at House and Cuddy that were making their way into the dancing floor.
Wilson followed her gaze.
Ah, House – He thought.
“I’m not sure how many times, but I’m pretty certain that your friend there broke all the records” – She stated, mentioning House.
Wilson shrugged, trying to suppress a smile.
“He’s…House.” – He managed to say.
Kelly adopted a low, threatening tone:
“If you ever stare the way he’s staring at his girlfriend, at another woman than me, you’re dead”
“Got it.”
Meanwhile, House was leading Cuddy towards the center of the dance floor. The song that was playing had a smooth, easy-going rhythm and was clearly a slow.
House cursed mentally.
He slowly placed his hands on her waist while she embraced his neck.
“I bet you’re silly hopeless romantic heart is racing right now” - House said in his natural sarcastic tone.
“It would if the guy I was dancing with actually was enjoying the dance, and not being paid for it.” – She stated bitterly – “And I’m not a hopeless romantic”.
House’s eyes pierced hers. He squinted.
“Yes, you are.”
“Even if I was, I would certainly not aim you as a potential target. You’re the less romantic guy on earth.”
Pause. Their continuing stare and swinging kept their faces a couple inches away from each other.
“I can be romantic.”
“If you see some advantage on it, sure…”
“And isn’t that the way love works? Don’t you get it? You fall in love. You want to catch that person’s attention; therefore, you find different ways of doing it. One of those ways is being romantic, so, people are only romantic to make a way into that person’s heart. It is taking advantage of it!” – He blurted out.
“And another way is being a bitter, sarcastic rude person.” – She hinted.
“Exactly!” – He agreed without thinking.
No, wait....
“Or not. Depends.” – He tried to change the topic.
Damn.
She caught me again.
She smiled.
He decided it was a better choice to just say nothing.
Cuddy glanced at Wilson and Kelly.
They were kissing.
House followed her stare.
How cute is that? – He thought bitterly
He looked back at her.
I want to kiss you, too.
“What, now we’re supposed to kiss, too?”
Ops, wrong way of putting it out of your mouth. You git. – He admitted to himself.
It wasn’t the question that hurt her. It was the tone.
“House, I said nothing. I was merely glancing at them, to see how things were going. And no, the last thing on Earth I want to do is to kiss your hypocrite mouth.”
She was about to let go and return to the table but he stopped her by grabbing her arm and making her embrace him again.
Actually, you’re not getting out of here without that kiss. - he Thought.
“That’s not such a good idea. The song isn’t over yet, she might suspect something’s wrong.”
“If it wasn’t for Wilson I … I…House, what are you doing?” – She asked, when she noticed his hands were way down than her lower back – “Stop it now!”
“Cuddy, shut up.”
And then he kissed her.
In a surprisingly passionate way.
He’s just doing this because he has too, he’s only doing this because…Oh give it a rest, woman!
Cuddy’s eyes closed instantly and she responded the kiss.
House’s hands made their way back up, slowly, leaving a track of goose bumps behind, as she embraced his neck more eagerly and one of her hands played with his hair.
As their tongues begun wrestling, their feet weren’t moving anymore to the song’s rhythm, they merely stood there, their function now to support the charge of energy that their bodies were irradiating.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the dance floor:
“Oh, Wilson. You can insist on saying that they argue all the time, but they compensate pretty well when they make up.” – Kelly said, staring at those two.
“What do you mean?” – He followed her stare.
Whoa! – He thought – They’re kissing? That’s…unexpected...
Why on Earth are they…they didn’t have to. Unless…unless they… oh boy. This is huge!
A goofy smile appeared on his face.
“Let’s go back to the table shall we?” – He suggested to Kelly.
And so they made their way out of the dance floor, leaving House and Cuddy intertwined with each other.
Several seconds later they surfaced.
Wow – they both thought.
Alert, alert! I have no idea of a sarcastic comment right now. Help? – House panicked.
Cuddy’s face was slightly tilted to the floor, her mind racing.
Oh dear, this wasn’t supposed to be so good. I’m in deep trouble. And why did he do that? He didn’t have to, he knew he didn’t.
Maybe he wanted to.
"Why did you do that?" - Her voice was a bit husky.
[/i]Because I wanted to.[/i] - He thought.
"Because..." - He paused - "Well consider it a ... a prove that I can be different if I want to. No money included."
"Yes but..."
"No buts."
Anger begun boiling inside her. Oh you insufferable git.
"You definetely enjoyed the kiss." - She stated.
"So, what if I did?" - His stare was lowering her defences pretty quickly.
Wait, what? I wasn't expecting that. He was suposed to deny it.
"You...you like me House?" - She tried, her eyebrows raisen, a smile forming.
"Nop. Still think you're this bossy cold, power-eater forty-something woman."
OOOH you...fine. Fine. I can't deal with this right now.
“We should go back now.” – She suggested, a tone of disapontment on her voice.
No, I want to kiss you again. Now – He thought.
“Yes, I guess we already made everything we could to represent a couple.” – He shrugged.
She let go of his neck and turned. He grabbed hold of her hand and like that they made their way back to the table, both of them wondering, and probably in denial, why that kiss was too damn good, and why was it so difficult to admit it.
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Chapter 6 - "The Drunk"
The four hanged out on the restaurant for about more 10 minutes, during which Wilson kept sending furtive looks to Cuddy and House.
House was oblivious to all this, because by this stage he had drunk too much and was staring at his glass of whiskey, deep in thought. His hand was massaging is injured leg, that was aching more than ever because the effort he did while dancing without the cane.
Cuddy noticed. She felt a mix of pity and admiration.
He didn’t bring his Vicodin?
She took a moment hesitation but eventually stretched her hand, and gently removing his from his leg, begun massaging softly, still looking and talking to Kelly about how she got to Dean of Medicine.
House jerked his look from the glass and stared at her as she kept talking to Kelly.
She’s too good for me.
She gave him a quick glance.
Thanks – He tried to say with his eyes.
He continued drinking. Wilson noticed he was ordering more whiskey than he should, but he decided it was better not to cut in; after all he was doing him a favor. He feared for Cuddy though, she was the one who was going to take him home.
And so the date was over and the couples departed to opposite directions, exchanging compliments and mutual farewells.
“Goodnight! Have fun! Come back anytime!” – Said House, waving enthusiastically at Wilson and his date, while entering Cuddy’s car.
“House, control yourself” - Cuddy reprimanded him.
“But why? They’re such a lovely….lively couple! I just want to go there and pinch their cheeks.”
Cuddy smiled. So this was drunk House. She’d predicted that he’d start hitting on her instead.
“So, my house or yours?” – He asked, his eyebrows going up and down repeatedly.
Cuddy rolled her eyes, trying to remain focused on the driving.
I knew it – She thought.
“I’m going to drop you out at your place and then I’m going to my place.” She said.
“Aww man…well can’t blame a guy for trying.”
He spent the whole trip back to his house clicking the window’s button, making it go up and down repeatedly. Cuddy gathered all her efforts to ignore this. If she tried to stop him from doing that, he was going to find another annoying entertainment anyway, so what’s the point?
She sighed in relief when they got to his street. She hit the breaks in front of his house and asked, rather bitterly:
“Can you walk at all?”
“Course I can, Cuddles.” – He opened the door, stood up, walked a few steps then lost his balance and fell to his right, his injured leg taking all his weight.
He groaned in pain, while Cuddy made her way out of the car and crouched down below him.
“You’re a pain in the neck, House.” – She muttered, giving him support and finally making him stood up steadily.
“More like a pain in my leg. I need my Vicodin.”
They both stumbled ridiculously to his front door, as he desperately tried to find his keys.
If at least I was a little bit LESS drunk. Damn where the hell are my keys.
Cuddy didn’t manage to wait. She began searching with her spare hand his pockets.
“Hey, niiice. I can see you’ve changed your mind about going to your place after all, heh?”
Cuddy rolled her eyes, and her head, for a breath of whiskey as found its way to her face.
Relax, ignore him, he’s drunk…he’s….just like he is when he’s not drunk. God he never changes, does he?
….
He did at the date.
….
Aha! Found them.
She took the keys out of his back pocket and managed to open his door, even if he was supporting himself in her shoulders.
Such a nice dress, to be used as a House rack. – She thought.
“Cuddy, get….my….vicodin” – He pleaded, as they entered the house, finally.
“Ok, where is it? House…where is it?” – She repeated, as he didn’t answer, trying to find a cozy spot on his entrance hall to sit down.
“In my bedroom…bedside table.”
Seconds later she was back with his vicodin, and he quickly took it and sighed in relief.
He stood up rather quickly, too.
“You know” – He began, stretching his hand to the door, so he could manage some support. He was still drunk, after all. “I wasn’t lying before, you know? About the dress.”
Cuddy was trapped between House and the door.
“Oh? What about it?” - She didn’t honestly remember, she had no clue what he was talking about.
“The dress. You look beauuutiful on it.”
OOOOOoook – She thought – I need to get the hell out of here. If he sends another breath like that I might suffocate and die.
She pushed him out of her personal space and made a move to the door handle.
His hand was quick enough and grabbed hers.
“Not so fast, lady. Not before another kissy kissy.”
Oh dear lord. He’s lost it.
She tried to shove him off, but it was kind of hard since she was smashed between his front and the door.
He made a move for her neck. He finally tasted that special spot.
Danger – Danger – Her mind warned her. But her body was reacting in another way. It said: Thank you, keep going.
She subconsciously moaned.
And then her mind took over her body once again – Her elbow went backwards and hit House’s right kidney.
He backed quickly, as she said:
“I can see you’re good enough to find your way to your bedroom. Goodnight!” – And then she made a very mature escape. She ran for it.
Well, at least as far as she saw he wasn’t following her. Then she calmly rearranged her dress, her hair, and made her way calmly to her car.
Damn him and his mouth.
His hot, experienced mouth.
Damn.
Damn!
House fell asleep on the entrance hall as she shoved the car door shut.
She shoved her thoughts away and started the car’s engine.
She didn’t get to hit the accelerator though. Somehow, the car’s engine running made her mind clear.
God, I just elbowed a drunken man.
…
A drunken man who happened to be harassing me.
…
It’s still House, nevertheless.
She wondered if he was ok. She ran away afraid of her emotions, she didn’t even notice his.
She cursed herself mentally, as she got off the car and made her away back.
