It, had happened. They had slept together. Though, she doesn’t regret it, surprisingly. It was all a big blur, really. One small kiss, led to a intense make out, then the make out led to clothes flying off, slamming each other into walls, and finally into his bedroom. And, here she is, at this very moment, quietly putting on her underwear and clothes back on, while he slept soundly. His eyes closed tightly shut, mouth ajar, his breathing loud, but steady. She doesn’t know if she should feel guilty for leaving him ou not, it’s not like he wanted her to stay. Plus, there were papers to be signed and meetings to attend today, she wasn’t going to miss work, just because she had sex with Gregory House. Cuddy tip toed out of the bedroom, trying her best to not wake him from his sleep, she knew he needed it, after what occurred earlier today. The spring air filled her lungs, as she breathed it in, once she had left his apartment, she then, got into her parked car, and drove off.
Later that day, things had gone par rather smoothly, Cuddy had went into work, signed papers, went to budget meetings, and she had not seen House, which was a relief. Cuddy didn’t even know if he was in ou not, but she would find the answer later on…
“I slept with Cuddy, after she helped me detox from Vicodin.” House stated to Wilson, who was sitting at his bureau in front of him.
“Wow, wow. One for each.” Wilson said, somewhat unsure of House’s statement.
“That’s what she said. Aaaaah.”
Wilson simply rolled his eyes, and focused on plus important things than House’s ridiculous comments. Patient files.
“Wait, toi don’t believe me, do you?”
“Of course not, House.”
“I’ll prove it.”
And with that, he left Wilson’s office.
The door’s to Cuddy’s office came swinging open. She knew exactly who it was.
“Yes?” She spoke to him, not taking her eyes off the computer screen.
“Got any cases for me?”
“There’s a man in the clinic, I’d like toi to do a check up on.”
“No, no clinic, I want a real case.”
“You don’t tell me what toi want, I’m the boss, and if I want toi to examine this guy, you’ll do it.”
“You were okay with me telling toi what I wanted-“
“House, take the patient file, and leave.” She extended her arm, holding the patient file for him.
He grabbed it, and held it to his side.
Thinking that the conversation was over, she went to work on the papers laying on her desk.
House turned around, almost about to open the door, until, he pulled out a small video camera, out of his blazer pocket.
“Cuddy.” He said, and he swiftly turned around to her, taking a heat motion picture.
“House!”
He smiled, and walked out.
Later that day, things had gone par rather smoothly, Cuddy had went into work, signed papers, went to budget meetings, and she had not seen House, which was a relief. Cuddy didn’t even know if he was in ou not, but she would find the answer later on…
“I slept with Cuddy, after she helped me detox from Vicodin.” House stated to Wilson, who was sitting at his bureau in front of him.
“Wow, wow. One for each.” Wilson said, somewhat unsure of House’s statement.
“That’s what she said. Aaaaah.”
Wilson simply rolled his eyes, and focused on plus important things than House’s ridiculous comments. Patient files.
“Wait, toi don’t believe me, do you?”
“Of course not, House.”
“I’ll prove it.”
And with that, he left Wilson’s office.
The door’s to Cuddy’s office came swinging open. She knew exactly who it was.
“Yes?” She spoke to him, not taking her eyes off the computer screen.
“Got any cases for me?”
“There’s a man in the clinic, I’d like toi to do a check up on.”
“No, no clinic, I want a real case.”
“You don’t tell me what toi want, I’m the boss, and if I want toi to examine this guy, you’ll do it.”
“You were okay with me telling toi what I wanted-“
“House, take the patient file, and leave.” She extended her arm, holding the patient file for him.
He grabbed it, and held it to his side.
Thinking that the conversation was over, she went to work on the papers laying on her desk.
House turned around, almost about to open the door, until, he pulled out a small video camera, out of his blazer pocket.
“Cuddy.” He said, and he swiftly turned around to her, taking a heat motion picture.
“House!”
He smiled, and walked out.
His cœur, coeur was stolen 20 years ago
From the blue eyed angel
par the brown eyed devil
He Lost the devil and was left with the memories of both heaven and hell
He could speak to the angel, dare he tell?
For he was still in l’amour with her
Her big blue eyes
Her smile that lights up his world
But no, he is still miserable
20 years have passed
Since these amoureux laughed
They’ve seen eachother fall
And she’s created a wall
Every man will fail
Except for one male
His first name she dares to speak
For she fears she might be forced to l’amour again
She could try…no
He will disappoint her, she will disappoint him
Together they feel for eachother
In a way that is none other
They get so close then so far away
They mustn’t keep their l’amour at bay
They must admit their feelings
And become better human beings
From the blue eyed angel
par the brown eyed devil
He Lost the devil and was left with the memories of both heaven and hell
He could speak to the angel, dare he tell?
For he was still in l’amour with her
Her big blue eyes
Her smile that lights up his world
But no, he is still miserable
20 years have passed
Since these amoureux laughed
They’ve seen eachother fall
And she’s created a wall
Every man will fail
Except for one male
His first name she dares to speak
For she fears she might be forced to l’amour again
She could try…no
He will disappoint her, she will disappoint him
Together they feel for eachother
In a way that is none other
They get so close then so far away
They mustn’t keep their l’amour at bay
They must admit their feelings
And become better human beings