A/N I'm glad toi guys are enjoying this series...my mises à jour are going to be alot slower from now on because I have run out of chapters to post and because I want to leave toi guys hanging with this ending for a while... :) aren't I mean??? Any ways read and review...im not sure this is the best chappy I've written...but yeah...Oh and to those people who have been rating me four stars could toi give me some ideas on how I could make that five stars??? :P
House woke up the suivant morning to a very girly snore suivant him and a rock of the boat. House had used his naviagtion and chart lire skills to bring the yacht into a small, isolated inlet. The inlet was surrounded par large cliff faces, but at the cœur, coeur of it was a small beach. He looked over his shoulder when he heard yet another snore and his gaze traveled the length of her body. House was going to have a hard time getting out of lit seeing as her limbs were literally Raiponce in him; but somehow he managed to slip away, grabbing his cane and his bottle of Vicodin. He made his way out on deck; the breeze was gentle and it whipped his face. His gaze travelled to the little plage in the inlet...'hmm' he thought.
He returned below decks and turned the gas cooker on and poured water into the jug for coffee. House wanted to return Cuddy's favour (making him dinner) par making them breakfast. He decided against bacon and eggs [she's Jewish so doesn't eat pig] and instead did scrambled eggs on toast.
Cuddy rolled over onto her stomach and burried her face into the pillows, the smell of nourriture and coffee had woken her. Lazily she raised herself out of bed, wiped the sleep from her eyes and made her way into the living space.
When she saw what House had done, she smiled to herself but that smile soon dissapeared when she noticed House gaping at her. Quickly, she covered herself up; only wearing shorts and a tank haut, retour au début that had risen over her hips in her sleep. She ran her hand through her lit head.
House thought she actually looked rather cute but did not admit to this.
"What?" she asked
"Nothing," he said, shaking his head and continued to lay the table, tableau for breakfast, "I made toi coffee and breakfast, it'll be ready in about five minutes."
"Why are toi doing this?"
"Because last night toi a dit 'we might as well make the most of it' so I am,"
"Okay, well I'll go have a shower," House's face lit up at these words, "And toi aren't coming,"
"Well, toi will change your decision after you've seen what I've planned for the day," he a dit with a smirk oh his face.
"What ever, House, whatever," she a dit dismissing him in a dull tone.
......
TBC
Read and Review!!!
xx
House woke up the suivant morning to a very girly snore suivant him and a rock of the boat. House had used his naviagtion and chart lire skills to bring the yacht into a small, isolated inlet. The inlet was surrounded par large cliff faces, but at the cœur, coeur of it was a small beach. He looked over his shoulder when he heard yet another snore and his gaze traveled the length of her body. House was going to have a hard time getting out of lit seeing as her limbs were literally Raiponce in him; but somehow he managed to slip away, grabbing his cane and his bottle of Vicodin. He made his way out on deck; the breeze was gentle and it whipped his face. His gaze travelled to the little plage in the inlet...'hmm' he thought.
He returned below decks and turned the gas cooker on and poured water into the jug for coffee. House wanted to return Cuddy's favour (making him dinner) par making them breakfast. He decided against bacon and eggs [she's Jewish so doesn't eat pig] and instead did scrambled eggs on toast.
Cuddy rolled over onto her stomach and burried her face into the pillows, the smell of nourriture and coffee had woken her. Lazily she raised herself out of bed, wiped the sleep from her eyes and made her way into the living space.
When she saw what House had done, she smiled to herself but that smile soon dissapeared when she noticed House gaping at her. Quickly, she covered herself up; only wearing shorts and a tank haut, retour au début that had risen over her hips in her sleep. She ran her hand through her lit head.
House thought she actually looked rather cute but did not admit to this.
"What?" she asked
"Nothing," he said, shaking his head and continued to lay the table, tableau for breakfast, "I made toi coffee and breakfast, it'll be ready in about five minutes."
"Why are toi doing this?"
"Because last night toi a dit 'we might as well make the most of it' so I am,"
"Okay, well I'll go have a shower," House's face lit up at these words, "And toi aren't coming,"
"Well, toi will change your decision after you've seen what I've planned for the day," he a dit with a smirk oh his face.
"What ever, House, whatever," she a dit dismissing him in a dull tone.
......
TBC
Read and Review!!!
xx
Okay, this poem is basically in Cuddy's POV kind of to House. I wrote it to be kind of Cuddy's personal thing, but of course, it turned into Huddy. My first article on this spot AND Huddy poem, so please tell me what toi think! It's short and might be a bit confusing at first, but here it goes;
Love.
And that's all I ever wanted.
How did I get here?
Just crying in an empty room
Once again a vacant world to me
I'm hurting and I'm sure toi know
I hope, and that's just what i do
That the world could be, just be
What i want it to, another happy ending
Which we both know it won't be
Just hold me, so for a second
I could pretend it is
Could pretend it can
Pretend it could be
And maybe I could l’amour you
And pretend i didn't know
That it was one of the few things
I was missing.
I know it kind of sucks, but it's my first and what do toi expect?
Love.
And that's all I ever wanted.
How did I get here?
Just crying in an empty room
Once again a vacant world to me
I'm hurting and I'm sure toi know
I hope, and that's just what i do
That the world could be, just be
What i want it to, another happy ending
Which we both know it won't be
Just hold me, so for a second
I could pretend it is
Could pretend it can
Pretend it could be
And maybe I could l’amour you
And pretend i didn't know
That it was one of the few things
I was missing.
I know it kind of sucks, but it's my first and what do toi expect?