sorry about the delays again but I can tell toi right now I have written up to chapter 17… :) I have been thinking of toi guys… im not that harsh…
my week has been shit, like most other weeks…lol…anyways read and review (that’s also part of the reason for my delay in update, I need toi guys to review) !!!! those on fanpop, please rate…
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huddyaimee
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House and Cuddy, dressed in their underwear, had traipsed through the forest for a few hours before coming to an opening. It was a large field with a river cutting it and right infront of their faces was a small house. It looked abandoned, but not to House.
“Ah, there it is,” he exclaimed
“You knew it was here?” Cuddy asked slightly startled as Rachel played with her hair.
“Yeah, of course I did,”
“O-kay,” she a dit slowly.
“This is where I grew up,” he said, taking note on her blunt tone.
“Oh,”
A gentle breeze blew par and the wind chill had dropped a few degrees. House saw Cuddy shiver, and he ushered her to the house. Upon entering, she noticed it was a well furnished house, especially an old one. To her right was a stone fireplace and in front of that was a fourrure rug and a small couch. To her left was a hand-crafted table, tableau with matching chairs. Further back into the house was a small cuisine with a fridge and gas cooker.
Cuddy immediately thought how there was gas and electricity out here.
“I tapped into the main supply, there’s free gas, water and electricity out here,” House said.
Cuddy nodded and continued through the house and down the hall. To her left was a bathroom – tiled unlike the wood everywhere else around the house. To her right was a small bedroom with a single bed, a lit de bébé and a set of drawers. But Cuddy was not drawn to this; she was drawn to the room in front of her.
Straight there in front of her eyes was the most beautiful sight. The long grass, divisé, split par only the river which further down turned into a small lake. In the background were hills with the sun slowly descending behind them.
“Wow,” Cuddy muttered to herself.
She was broken from her fantaisie when House came up behind her and put his hands on her waist.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” he whispered into her ear.
“Yes, she replied, almost sighing.
“Go and put Rachel into the lit de bébé in the other room whilst I get the feu going, come back here and grab the blanket and sit on the couch,”
Cuddy thought about the bed; she hadn’t seen a lit in here.
“The lit beneath your eyes, Cuddy!” House yelled from the other room.
Cuddy looked around and realised she was standing in the master bedroom.
Two chests of drawers were pushed up against the mur behind her and on either side of the door. There was also another hand-crafted item; the King-sized lit which was covered in the fourrure blanket that House had mentioned before.
Cuddy turned and went and tucked Rachel into the lit de bébé in the other room and pulled the curtains. She returned to the master bedroom and grabbed the blanket and made her way to the main area where she found House poking and prodding the fire.
“How come it’s so furnished?” she asked him.
“I try come here for the weekend every week; I like it here,” he told her.
“You’re so – kind,” she said, thinking carefully about how she was to word her sentence.
“I am not really a misanthrope, it’s just a mask,”
“Would toi still be an cul, ass to me?”
“Why?”
“The legendary Greg House was the arrogant cul, ass that I grew to love,”
“I’ll put it on for toi then,” he said, sighing in a mock anger.
“Thank you,” she a dit happily – her smile beaming. She gestured for him to come and sit with her.
Opening up the blanket for him, House came and sat with her. She pulled the blanket around them, forcing him to lay against her chest. She sighed at the contact.
“Wait,” House said, pulling away and reaching into the table, tableau beside the couch.
He pulled out a familiar orange medicine bottle.
“Not Vicodin, please,” she complained.
“It’s not Vicodin,”
“I know Vicodin when I see it, House,”
“This is the medication people THINK I’m ‘addicted’ too,” he a dit using air-quotes.
“What is it then?” she asked.
“It stops us from changing. If we take one, it delays our change par six hours and when we take two, we don’t change at all that night,”
“So this is why I have seen toi at the hospital at night?”
“Yep,” he said, handing her two pills and popping two for himself.
She popped her pills and began mindlessly stroking his hair as he leaned against her and drifted off into sleep.
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huddyaimee
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im feeling nice and am going to give toi a teaser for the suivant chapter, and you’ll be left waiting and toi will probably hate me…BUT…I DON’T CARE!!! mwahahahaha…so here it is…
‘I know toi can hear my thoughts, Lisa, but did toi ever think that I might be able to hear yours?’
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO….please review…those on fp please rate!!!
xxx
my week has been shit, like most other weeks…lol…anyways read and review (that’s also part of the reason for my delay in update, I need toi guys to review) !!!! those on fanpop, please rate…
xxx
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huddyaimee
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House and Cuddy, dressed in their underwear, had traipsed through the forest for a few hours before coming to an opening. It was a large field with a river cutting it and right infront of their faces was a small house. It looked abandoned, but not to House.
“Ah, there it is,” he exclaimed
“You knew it was here?” Cuddy asked slightly startled as Rachel played with her hair.
“Yeah, of course I did,”
“O-kay,” she a dit slowly.
“This is where I grew up,” he said, taking note on her blunt tone.
“Oh,”
A gentle breeze blew par and the wind chill had dropped a few degrees. House saw Cuddy shiver, and he ushered her to the house. Upon entering, she noticed it was a well furnished house, especially an old one. To her right was a stone fireplace and in front of that was a fourrure rug and a small couch. To her left was a hand-crafted table, tableau with matching chairs. Further back into the house was a small cuisine with a fridge and gas cooker.
Cuddy immediately thought how there was gas and electricity out here.
“I tapped into the main supply, there’s free gas, water and electricity out here,” House said.
Cuddy nodded and continued through the house and down the hall. To her left was a bathroom – tiled unlike the wood everywhere else around the house. To her right was a small bedroom with a single bed, a lit de bébé and a set of drawers. But Cuddy was not drawn to this; she was drawn to the room in front of her.
Straight there in front of her eyes was the most beautiful sight. The long grass, divisé, split par only the river which further down turned into a small lake. In the background were hills with the sun slowly descending behind them.
“Wow,” Cuddy muttered to herself.
She was broken from her fantaisie when House came up behind her and put his hands on her waist.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” he whispered into her ear.
“Yes, she replied, almost sighing.
“Go and put Rachel into the lit de bébé in the other room whilst I get the feu going, come back here and grab the blanket and sit on the couch,”
Cuddy thought about the bed; she hadn’t seen a lit in here.
“The lit beneath your eyes, Cuddy!” House yelled from the other room.
Cuddy looked around and realised she was standing in the master bedroom.
Two chests of drawers were pushed up against the mur behind her and on either side of the door. There was also another hand-crafted item; the King-sized lit which was covered in the fourrure blanket that House had mentioned before.
Cuddy turned and went and tucked Rachel into the lit de bébé in the other room and pulled the curtains. She returned to the master bedroom and grabbed the blanket and made her way to the main area where she found House poking and prodding the fire.
“How come it’s so furnished?” she asked him.
“I try come here for the weekend every week; I like it here,” he told her.
“You’re so – kind,” she said, thinking carefully about how she was to word her sentence.
“I am not really a misanthrope, it’s just a mask,”
“Would toi still be an cul, ass to me?”
“Why?”
“The legendary Greg House was the arrogant cul, ass that I grew to love,”
“I’ll put it on for toi then,” he said, sighing in a mock anger.
“Thank you,” she a dit happily – her smile beaming. She gestured for him to come and sit with her.
Opening up the blanket for him, House came and sat with her. She pulled the blanket around them, forcing him to lay against her chest. She sighed at the contact.
“Wait,” House said, pulling away and reaching into the table, tableau beside the couch.
He pulled out a familiar orange medicine bottle.
“Not Vicodin, please,” she complained.
“It’s not Vicodin,”
“I know Vicodin when I see it, House,”
“This is the medication people THINK I’m ‘addicted’ too,” he a dit using air-quotes.
“What is it then?” she asked.
“It stops us from changing. If we take one, it delays our change par six hours and when we take two, we don’t change at all that night,”
“So this is why I have seen toi at the hospital at night?”
“Yep,” he said, handing her two pills and popping two for himself.
She popped her pills and began mindlessly stroking his hair as he leaned against her and drifted off into sleep.
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huddyaimee
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im feeling nice and am going to give toi a teaser for the suivant chapter, and you’ll be left waiting and toi will probably hate me…BUT…I DON’T CARE!!! mwahahahaha…so here it is…
‘I know toi can hear my thoughts, Lisa, but did toi ever think that I might be able to hear yours?’
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO….please review…those on fp please rate!!!
xxx
When does l’amour become something we need, rather than something we want? l’amour was seen as something special a long time ago. Now l’amour is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. l’amour is common currency when toi are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older toi get. Do we not care about the substance of what l’amour was and not what it has been made into today par commercialisation from American films and télévision commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience l’amour for real, can we commentaire and judge others who are in Love. l’amour means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of l’amour is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? l’amour is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.