A/N Ok guys....here's part 11...the last chap was a bit...obvious...almost...i dunno what to call it...anyways...there was guna be smut [XD] but last time i did that it got removed...hehe so im thinking of putting it on LJ ou FF.net... read and review like always (please rate aswell im going for my yellow huddy) XD Oh, sorry if House seems a bit 'nice' I explained it in the last chapter-he enjoys being out on the water and alone with cuddy. Dont worry he will become his arrogant self when they return, I cant gurantee that...XD
Cuddy woke first, the morning after their little 'escapade'. She rolled on what she thought was bed, but was actually couch, and fell onto the carpeted floor.
"FUCK!" she yelled.
House sat bolt up right, "Keep your hands off my girl!" he yelled, half asleep.
Cuddy glared at him, snuggled into the corner of the couch. He rubbed his eyes and gave her an innocent look before letting his eyes wander over her exposed body. He could see the oie bumps (goose pimples whatever) on her arms, he motioned for her to go to him and go back to sleep, again, under the bedsheet.
She shook her head, go up and made her way up on deck. House sprang to his feet, whipping on his boxeur, boxer shorts and popping a couple of Vicodin, he HAD to see this.
"Get me a towel," she said, letting her knees bend and push her up and out past the yacht, crashing down on the cool morning water.
He smirked to himself, "Damn, I should've brought a camera with me, this would make juciy gossip at work," he a dit to her, she rolled her eyes.
"How would it make juicy gossip?" she egged on.
"Hmm, how did the world famous Gregory House get a photo of his boss skinny dipping?"
"Well, it ain't gonna happen,"
House sat at the stern of the yacht for ten minutes just watching the angel-like woman he calls his boss swim.
"You gonna hurry up?"
"Why?'
"I wanna go exploring with this baby," he patted the deck of the yacht.
"Fine, pass me that towel,"
"Why?"
"House,"
"What!? Lay on the bow in the sun, that'll dry toi off,"
"What if there's another yacht around the area,"
"We say that toi like to 'act natural'" he smirked
"I'm not risking a rep-"
He cut her off, "We're in Greece, Cuddy, what reputation do toi have out here?"
She glared at him, "Fine," she said. "I'll just go into the cabine sopping wet and roll all over your stuff,"
"Oooh, my fantasies are all coming true!" he gasped
"You fantasise about me rolling all over your stuff wet?"
"Hell no, what kind of pervert do toi think I am!?" he asked in a mock innocent voice.
"Just get me a damn towel,"
"Please?"
She rolled her eyes, "Please?"
House ducked below deck and returned with a small hand towel.
"Thanks," she a dit sarcastically.
"You're welcome," he a dit it a triumphant voice.
Through out the day, the two took turns at the helm, navigating it around the rocky coasts. At midday they found another inlet and anchored there.
"Gunna go swimming again?" House smiled to himself.
"Don't be ridiculous," she a dit making her way to the bow. "I'm going to sunbathe,"
"Oooh, naked?"
"Nah, that would just mean toi won our little game,"
"What are toi gonna wear then?"
She looked at him with lust filled eyes, "You," she a dit with a 'duh' tone.
House just smiled...
TBC....
Read, review and RATE!!! (going for huddy yellow!!!)
xx
Cuddy woke first, the morning after their little 'escapade'. She rolled on what she thought was bed, but was actually couch, and fell onto the carpeted floor.
"FUCK!" she yelled.
House sat bolt up right, "Keep your hands off my girl!" he yelled, half asleep.
Cuddy glared at him, snuggled into the corner of the couch. He rubbed his eyes and gave her an innocent look before letting his eyes wander over her exposed body. He could see the oie bumps (goose pimples whatever) on her arms, he motioned for her to go to him and go back to sleep, again, under the bedsheet.
She shook her head, go up and made her way up on deck. House sprang to his feet, whipping on his boxeur, boxer shorts and popping a couple of Vicodin, he HAD to see this.
"Get me a towel," she said, letting her knees bend and push her up and out past the yacht, crashing down on the cool morning water.
He smirked to himself, "Damn, I should've brought a camera with me, this would make juciy gossip at work," he a dit to her, she rolled her eyes.
"How would it make juicy gossip?" she egged on.
"Hmm, how did the world famous Gregory House get a photo of his boss skinny dipping?"
"Well, it ain't gonna happen,"
House sat at the stern of the yacht for ten minutes just watching the angel-like woman he calls his boss swim.
"You gonna hurry up?"
"Why?'
"I wanna go exploring with this baby," he patted the deck of the yacht.
"Fine, pass me that towel,"
"Why?"
"House,"
"What!? Lay on the bow in the sun, that'll dry toi off,"
"What if there's another yacht around the area,"
"We say that toi like to 'act natural'" he smirked
"I'm not risking a rep-"
He cut her off, "We're in Greece, Cuddy, what reputation do toi have out here?"
She glared at him, "Fine," she said. "I'll just go into the cabine sopping wet and roll all over your stuff,"
"Oooh, my fantasies are all coming true!" he gasped
"You fantasise about me rolling all over your stuff wet?"
"Hell no, what kind of pervert do toi think I am!?" he asked in a mock innocent voice.
"Just get me a damn towel,"
"Please?"
She rolled her eyes, "Please?"
House ducked below deck and returned with a small hand towel.
"Thanks," she a dit sarcastically.
"You're welcome," he a dit it a triumphant voice.
Through out the day, the two took turns at the helm, navigating it around the rocky coasts. At midday they found another inlet and anchored there.
"Gunna go swimming again?" House smiled to himself.
"Don't be ridiculous," she a dit making her way to the bow. "I'm going to sunbathe,"
"Oooh, naked?"
"Nah, that would just mean toi won our little game,"
"What are toi gonna wear then?"
She looked at him with lust filled eyes, "You," she a dit with a 'duh' tone.
House just smiled...
TBC....
Read, review and RATE!!! (going for huddy yellow!!!)
xx
