Chapter 12 - "The Counter"
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Despite all her mental efforts to avoid such action, she went for it.
If it was House who had kissed her, she could have a good reason to shove him away, slap him, kick his butt, etc. But he didn’t, and somehow that pissed her off.
Now she couldn’t just “bravely” run away; she was the one who started it.
Wait – Was this his plan all along?
But as soon as he slid his tongue into her mouth, she stopped thinking.
Feeling like they were back to the dance floor again, and under the bet Wilson and House did, both of them decided nothing else existed around them.
Except, of course, the fridge.
Left hand on his hair, and the other one grabbing his shirt near his neck, Cuddy noticed the obvious temperature differences between House’s body and her fridge.
Using her right hand to guide him, she made them both slid sideways so she could use the counter has a better support.
House took this a sign to come even closer to her (if possible), which made her instantly climb to the counter and wrap her legs around his waist.
Cuddy heard a small thud noise, indicating House’s cane was now resting on the floor.
Totally unaware of the fact that the phone was ringing, they kept doing their best to explore even further each other’s mouths and bodies. It was not until it rang for the 7th time that they heard a distant Drring Drring noise and decided it was a good time to get some air.
Breathing deeply, entangled in each other, they surfaced still facing each other with confused/surprised eyes.
House was surprised because he wasn’t expecting that at all. He did tease her, but had no hope she’d lost her Ice Queen posture like that.
And Cuddy was confused because the kiss was as good as the last one. She had a tiny hope that it’d be worse, so that she could detach emotionally from House without regret.
The phone annoyingly kept ringing in the background.
“Did you gather enough oxygen for another dive?” – House asked.
Cuddy took a moment to understand the question.
“My phone is ringing.” – She eventually said, as if she was in a kind of a trance.
“Well let it be, it’s probably Wilson and his awesome timing.” – House said, leaning closer again.
“No…House, I’m going to take the call.” – She said, disentangling herself from him.
House rolled his eyes, as he stepped away from the counter.
“Of course you are.” – He said, predicting she’d use any opportunity to run away.
Cuddy adjusted her top as she approached the phone.
House watched her go suddenly feeling rather cold. He leaned down, got his cane from the floor and followed her.
“Hello?” – Said a fast-breathing Cuddy.
“Cuddy! Hi! I was just wondering how things were, since you took your day off and all. I hope I didn’t wake you up?” – Asked Wilson’s voice.
Cuddy took some seconds to regulate her breath.
“Oh things are fine, no need to worry. I…might get back to the hospital today, taking the whole day off was a mistake.” – She said, as House stepped into the living room.
“Oh really?” – Asked House.
Cuddy turned to him and said, covering the phone speaker with her free hand:
“House, not now.”
“Is House there with you?” – Asked Wilson as she got back to the phone.
Cuddy closed her eyes and cursed mentally. How on Earth could he have heard that?
“Yes, he popped in to ruin my rest”– She eventually said.
“You weren’t that unsatisfied a couple minutes ago!” – Yelled House so that Wilson could hear.
Cuddy let out a long sigh.
“You know, Cuddy, he phoned me a couple hours ago.” – Wilson said in a mischievous tone.
“Oh really? For what?” – She asked, wondering if this had anything to do with House’s recent niceness.
House sensed Wilson was saying something he shouldn’t. He got slightly scared. He had to interrupt their talk.
“Yes, he asked for my advice of how to be nice to you. I think you should give him a try, you know? But please, do not tell anything to him. Do not say I told you this.”
“What’s he saying? What are you two conspiring about?” – asked House, standing in front of Cuddy now, with narrow eyes.
Cuddy was suppressing a smile, staring at House, and feeling deeply touched.
Ah-Oh – He thought – She’s looking at me in a weird way…
“Sure…Wilson, don’t worry, I’ll make sure I’ll look at those papers tomorrow.” – And she hung up.
“Why are you staring at me in that…?” – He asked.
“Where were we?” – She asked back.
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Despite all her mental efforts to avoid such action, she went for it.
If it was House who had kissed her, she could have a good reason to shove him away, slap him, kick his butt, etc. But he didn’t, and somehow that pissed her off.
Now she couldn’t just “bravely” run away; she was the one who started it.
Wait – Was this his plan all along?
But as soon as he slid his tongue into her mouth, she stopped thinking.
Feeling like they were back to the dance floor again, and under the bet Wilson and House did, both of them decided nothing else existed around them.
Except, of course, the fridge.
Left hand on his hair, and the other one grabbing his shirt near his neck, Cuddy noticed the obvious temperature differences between House’s body and her fridge.
Using her right hand to guide him, she made them both slid sideways so she could use the counter has a better support.
House took this a sign to come even closer to her (if possible), which made her instantly climb to the counter and wrap her legs around his waist.
Cuddy heard a small thud noise, indicating House’s cane was now resting on the floor.
Totally unaware of the fact that the phone was ringing, they kept doing their best to explore even further each other’s mouths and bodies. It was not until it rang for the 7th time that they heard a distant Drring Drring noise and decided it was a good time to get some air.
Breathing deeply, entangled in each other, they surfaced still facing each other with confused/surprised eyes.
House was surprised because he wasn’t expecting that at all. He did tease her, but had no hope she’d lost her Ice Queen posture like that.
And Cuddy was confused because the kiss was as good as the last one. She had a tiny hope that it’d be worse, so that she could detach emotionally from House without regret.
The phone annoyingly kept ringing in the background.
“Did you gather enough oxygen for another dive?” – House asked.
Cuddy took a moment to understand the question.
“My phone is ringing.” – She eventually said, as if she was in a kind of a trance.
“Well let it be, it’s probably Wilson and his awesome timing.” – House said, leaning closer again.
“No…House, I’m going to take the call.” – She said, disentangling herself from him.
House rolled his eyes, as he stepped away from the counter.
“Of course you are.” – He said, predicting she’d use any opportunity to run away.
Cuddy adjusted her top as she approached the phone.
House watched her go suddenly feeling rather cold. He leaned down, got his cane from the floor and followed her.
“Hello?” – Said a fast-breathing Cuddy.
“Cuddy! Hi! I was just wondering how things were, since you took your day off and all. I hope I didn’t wake you up?” – Asked Wilson’s voice.
Cuddy took some seconds to regulate her breath.
“Oh things are fine, no need to worry. I…might get back to the hospital today, taking the whole day off was a mistake.” – She said, as House stepped into the living room.
“Oh really?” – Asked House.
Cuddy turned to him and said, covering the phone speaker with her free hand:
“House, not now.”
“Is House there with you?” – Asked Wilson as she got back to the phone.
Cuddy closed her eyes and cursed mentally. How on Earth could he have heard that?
“Yes, he popped in to ruin my rest”– She eventually said.
“You weren’t that unsatisfied a couple minutes ago!” – Yelled House so that Wilson could hear.
Cuddy let out a long sigh.
“You know, Cuddy, he phoned me a couple hours ago.” – Wilson said in a mischievous tone.
“Oh really? For what?” – She asked, wondering if this had anything to do with House’s recent niceness.
House sensed Wilson was saying something he shouldn’t. He got slightly scared. He had to interrupt their talk.
“Yes, he asked for my advice of how to be nice to you. I think you should give him a try, you know? But please, do not tell anything to him. Do not say I told you this.”
“What’s he saying? What are you two conspiring about?” – asked House, standing in front of Cuddy now, with narrow eyes.
Cuddy was suppressing a smile, staring at House, and feeling deeply touched.
Ah-Oh – He thought – She’s looking at me in a weird way…
“Sure…Wilson, don’t worry, I’ll make sure I’ll look at those papers tomorrow.” – And she hung up.
“Why are you staring at me in that…?” – He asked.
“Where were we?” – She asked back.
