Cuddy was busy taking the meatloaf out of the four when she heard the ever familar thudding of a cane against her front door. Sighing to herself she walked to the door.
"You are early," she a dit with a scowl.
"You sound disappointed. Usually you're complaining because I'm late," he a dit walking into her living room and sitting in her recliner.
"I still have to make a vegetable and the riz has another ten minutes..."
"Wow. toi really put alot into a dîner toi were blackmailed into having. Interesting."
"Well, I might as well make the best of an annoying situation. I wanted plus than take out tonight," she a dit as she went back into the kitchen. House slowly followed after her.
"What did toi tell private dick?"
"I told him I was having dîner with a friend tonight," she a dit pouring herself a glass of ginger ale. She then pulled out a glass for him.
"Not a complete lie, but not a complete truth. Isn't it a little early to be lying to him?" he a dit as he took his glass of soda from her.
"Let's watch t.v. for a while," she a dit with a roll of her eyes.
"Purposely deflecting my question. Interesting."
"I'm not deflecting I just don't think my relationship is your business. Just as your encounters with ladies of the night are none of my business," she a dit with a smirk as she flipped the t.v. on to an old episode of Will and Grace.
"This is what toi turn it to? toi have to be kidding me," he a dit leaning into the canapé cushions.
"Oh, toi don't like? All the plus reason to watch then."
"A lonely Jewish girl in a codependent relationship with a gay man who she used to be madly in l’amour with, yeah why wouldn't I want to watch that. I'm sensing toi like it because it mirrors one of your past boy toys. He was a little too caring, sympathetic, and interested in your hopes and dreams. toi loved it until toi found him in lit with your hairdresser, Miguel."
"You wish my life was that easy to figure out. After all these years toi still see me as an enigma," she a dit with a triumphant smile.
"I have all the important parts of the puzzle that I need to tie in the rest."
"Oh, really? Do tell," she a dit leaning into the pillows.
"You l’amour what toi do but toi still wish toi were in the trenches figuring out the medical mysteries that I come across every week. toi want people to look at toi as a formidable opponent and a woman of great esteem, but toi are much plus fragile than you'll ever let on. toi want to believe that you'll get the whole package one day, husband, kids, and hold on to your career with ease, but as toi approach middle age toi know the great dream will continue to allude you. toi overcompensate with tight skirts and obscenely low cut tops that my 'ladies of the night,' would envy toi for. toi pretend that toi have everything under control, which toi don't because if toi did then I wouldn't be sitting here with my feet propped on your coffee table, tableau awaiting a accueil cooked meal."
She watched him lounge with ease as he drank his soda. She could see his eyes smiling with that certain arrogance she had grown accustomed to. He was very pleased with himself.
"Bravo! I wonder how many times toi rehearsed that little speech? toi are way too obsessed with me and my life. This breadth of detail doesn't montrer insight into me instead it reveals how toi can't stop thinking of me," she a dit with her own arrogant grin.
"Oh, here we go. I'm head over heels in l’amour with toi and that is why I notice all your annoying habits, flaws, and global, ensemble motivations. I can't just be an analytical genius that likes to screw with people and my boss being the number one person on that list."
"Exactly."
He rolled his eyes at her quick response. He then watched as she started back into the kitchen. He saw her take out some La Reine des Neiges peas and place them in a pot of water.
"I hate peas," he a dit with a groan.
"I like them," she yelled over her shoulder.
"Next time make corn."
"There's not going to be a suivant time."
"So toi say."
"So I know."
He continued to watch her from the corner of his eye as she stirred the rice.
"Is it nearly ready?"
"A few plus minutes," she a dit as she made her way back to the sofa.
"Want to play truth ou dare?" he a dit with a wink.
"No way. suivant you'll be talking about strip poker. Just watch the t.v." she a dit as she was about to grab the remote but he took it before she had a chance.
"General Hospital is about to come on Soap Net."
"House! Give me my remote!" she a dit reaching for it.
"You got to watch your little sitcom now it's my turn."
"No turns. My house. My remote. My choice of shows to watch," she yelled as she reached further across him to get the remote. He hid the remote under his canapé cushion.
"Now get it."
"Uggh. toi are such a teenage boy sometimes."
"I know toi like my antics. toi wouldn't have played prank war with me a few months il y a if toi didn't."
Smiling she shook her head.
"Sometimes it's fun. But I mostly want to strangle toi when toi do some of your little stunts."
"Please. Without my little stunts your life would be a complete bore."
"But less stressful and much easier."
"Easy. Nothing of worth in this life is ever meant to be easy. That's why you're settling isn't it?"
"God, I'm not talking about Paul."
"Look, he's good at what he does. I'll give him that. He's was good company when Wilson wasn't around but he's too simple and manageable for toi to actually want a long term relationsip with."
"He's not simple. He wanted to be a writer and the dream never materialized. He became a private eye because he still wanted to understand people better. He's learned how important it is to forgive and not to expect perfection. He's..."
"An idiot."
"Why? Why do toi think that?"
"Because he thinks that believing in less makes him wise. Believing in nothing would be wiser."
"It's good to have faith in people, House."
"But this isn't about faith. He wants to tell toi what toi want to hear so that toi overlook his boring personality. Honestly, do toi look at him and see your future husband?"
"It's too early for that kind of talk. We've only been dating a short while."
"Bullshit answer."
"Whatever."
"That's your retort."
"Just watch your damn soap opera," she a dit as she stalked back into the kitchen. She began setting the table. House began watching her again.
"Wilson thinks I miss your cooking," he yelled from the sofa. He saw the tension release from her shoulders as she put the plates down. He noticed a slight smile form on her face.
"You've improved since college."
"Is that a compliment I hear?"
"Is dîner finally ready," he asked evading her question.
"Yes."
He walked into the cuisine and sat at the one end of the table, tableau as she sat at the other.
"I mean anything is an improvement on burnt lasagena and undercooked sausage," he a dit as he took a bite of meatloaf.
"I never made lasagena before. I was learning. Anyway, toi still have no idea how to cook anything. Mr. PB and J is a balanced meal."
"I like soupe too."
"I rest my case."
"So, what do toi cook private dick?"
"No."
"Not a yes ou no question."
"No plus prying into my relationship. I've already donné too much away."
"Are toi gonna offer me any liquor? I mean the soda was great but I am a big boy now, Mommy."
"I've got some rum."
"Not my favori but it will do."
Cuddy got up and went to the cabinet pulling out a bottle of Puerto Rican Rum. She poured him a glass and then decided to pour herself one.
"Here," she a dit handing him the glass.
"Good. You're gonna rejoindre me," he a dit noticing her glass.
"I could use a drink after all this annoying conversation."
"We should make out," he a dit abruptly as he watched her finish her drink in one gulp.
"Only in your dreams, House."
"I'm being completely serious with you. We need to see once and for all if there's a spark."
"No we don't."
"You don't want to Kiss me?"
"I don't even want to talk about this any more," she a dit as she ate some of her rice.
"I want to Kiss you."
She looked up to see him watching her very intently. She searched his eyes for any hint of a joke but found none. He was sincere.
"Stop."
He got up and slowly walked toward her and stood beside her chair.
"Stop? You'll have to be specific. Stop talking. Stop looking at you. Stop..."
"Don't even think about it,"she a dit standing up suivant to him.
"Think about what? This?"
Before she could respond he placed a soft Kiss against her lips. She responded slowly, surprised par his action.
He pulled slowly from her watching her eyes. She was deifnitely surprised. For all his innuendo and empty challenges he finally kissed her. She never thought he would ever actually do it.
"There was a spark," he a dit as he looked down at his hands. He suddenly felt very exposed.
"House, I..."
His beeper started to go off at that moment.
"Damn," he a dit as he read the message.
"You have to go."
"Patient is in cardiac arrest. The drugs aren't working. We missed something..."
He looked at her feeling as if it was the first time he ever saw her. The blush to her cheeks was all his doing. She was just as nervous and vulnerable as he was.
"You better go."
"Yeah."
He started for the door when she yelled at him,
"I'll save toi some left overs. I know you'll be hunrgy once toi solve the case."
"If I solve it."
She smiled that knowing smile of hers.
"You will."
"You are early," she a dit with a scowl.
"You sound disappointed. Usually you're complaining because I'm late," he a dit walking into her living room and sitting in her recliner.
"I still have to make a vegetable and the riz has another ten minutes..."
"Wow. toi really put alot into a dîner toi were blackmailed into having. Interesting."
"Well, I might as well make the best of an annoying situation. I wanted plus than take out tonight," she a dit as she went back into the kitchen. House slowly followed after her.
"What did toi tell private dick?"
"I told him I was having dîner with a friend tonight," she a dit pouring herself a glass of ginger ale. She then pulled out a glass for him.
"Not a complete lie, but not a complete truth. Isn't it a little early to be lying to him?" he a dit as he took his glass of soda from her.
"Let's watch t.v. for a while," she a dit with a roll of her eyes.
"Purposely deflecting my question. Interesting."
"I'm not deflecting I just don't think my relationship is your business. Just as your encounters with ladies of the night are none of my business," she a dit with a smirk as she flipped the t.v. on to an old episode of Will and Grace.
"This is what toi turn it to? toi have to be kidding me," he a dit leaning into the canapé cushions.
"Oh, toi don't like? All the plus reason to watch then."
"A lonely Jewish girl in a codependent relationship with a gay man who she used to be madly in l’amour with, yeah why wouldn't I want to watch that. I'm sensing toi like it because it mirrors one of your past boy toys. He was a little too caring, sympathetic, and interested in your hopes and dreams. toi loved it until toi found him in lit with your hairdresser, Miguel."
"You wish my life was that easy to figure out. After all these years toi still see me as an enigma," she a dit with a triumphant smile.
"I have all the important parts of the puzzle that I need to tie in the rest."
"Oh, really? Do tell," she a dit leaning into the pillows.
"You l’amour what toi do but toi still wish toi were in the trenches figuring out the medical mysteries that I come across every week. toi want people to look at toi as a formidable opponent and a woman of great esteem, but toi are much plus fragile than you'll ever let on. toi want to believe that you'll get the whole package one day, husband, kids, and hold on to your career with ease, but as toi approach middle age toi know the great dream will continue to allude you. toi overcompensate with tight skirts and obscenely low cut tops that my 'ladies of the night,' would envy toi for. toi pretend that toi have everything under control, which toi don't because if toi did then I wouldn't be sitting here with my feet propped on your coffee table, tableau awaiting a accueil cooked meal."
She watched him lounge with ease as he drank his soda. She could see his eyes smiling with that certain arrogance she had grown accustomed to. He was very pleased with himself.
"Bravo! I wonder how many times toi rehearsed that little speech? toi are way too obsessed with me and my life. This breadth of detail doesn't montrer insight into me instead it reveals how toi can't stop thinking of me," she a dit with her own arrogant grin.
"Oh, here we go. I'm head over heels in l’amour with toi and that is why I notice all your annoying habits, flaws, and global, ensemble motivations. I can't just be an analytical genius that likes to screw with people and my boss being the number one person on that list."
"Exactly."
He rolled his eyes at her quick response. He then watched as she started back into the kitchen. He saw her take out some La Reine des Neiges peas and place them in a pot of water.
"I hate peas," he a dit with a groan.
"I like them," she yelled over her shoulder.
"Next time make corn."
"There's not going to be a suivant time."
"So toi say."
"So I know."
He continued to watch her from the corner of his eye as she stirred the rice.
"Is it nearly ready?"
"A few plus minutes," she a dit as she made her way back to the sofa.
"Want to play truth ou dare?" he a dit with a wink.
"No way. suivant you'll be talking about strip poker. Just watch the t.v." she a dit as she was about to grab the remote but he took it before she had a chance.
"General Hospital is about to come on Soap Net."
"House! Give me my remote!" she a dit reaching for it.
"You got to watch your little sitcom now it's my turn."
"No turns. My house. My remote. My choice of shows to watch," she yelled as she reached further across him to get the remote. He hid the remote under his canapé cushion.
"Now get it."
"Uggh. toi are such a teenage boy sometimes."
"I know toi like my antics. toi wouldn't have played prank war with me a few months il y a if toi didn't."
Smiling she shook her head.
"Sometimes it's fun. But I mostly want to strangle toi when toi do some of your little stunts."
"Please. Without my little stunts your life would be a complete bore."
"But less stressful and much easier."
"Easy. Nothing of worth in this life is ever meant to be easy. That's why you're settling isn't it?"
"God, I'm not talking about Paul."
"Look, he's good at what he does. I'll give him that. He's was good company when Wilson wasn't around but he's too simple and manageable for toi to actually want a long term relationsip with."
"He's not simple. He wanted to be a writer and the dream never materialized. He became a private eye because he still wanted to understand people better. He's learned how important it is to forgive and not to expect perfection. He's..."
"An idiot."
"Why? Why do toi think that?"
"Because he thinks that believing in less makes him wise. Believing in nothing would be wiser."
"It's good to have faith in people, House."
"But this isn't about faith. He wants to tell toi what toi want to hear so that toi overlook his boring personality. Honestly, do toi look at him and see your future husband?"
"It's too early for that kind of talk. We've only been dating a short while."
"Bullshit answer."
"Whatever."
"That's your retort."
"Just watch your damn soap opera," she a dit as she stalked back into the kitchen. She began setting the table. House began watching her again.
"Wilson thinks I miss your cooking," he yelled from the sofa. He saw the tension release from her shoulders as she put the plates down. He noticed a slight smile form on her face.
"You've improved since college."
"Is that a compliment I hear?"
"Is dîner finally ready," he asked evading her question.
"Yes."
He walked into the cuisine and sat at the one end of the table, tableau as she sat at the other.
"I mean anything is an improvement on burnt lasagena and undercooked sausage," he a dit as he took a bite of meatloaf.
"I never made lasagena before. I was learning. Anyway, toi still have no idea how to cook anything. Mr. PB and J is a balanced meal."
"I like soupe too."
"I rest my case."
"So, what do toi cook private dick?"
"No."
"Not a yes ou no question."
"No plus prying into my relationship. I've already donné too much away."
"Are toi gonna offer me any liquor? I mean the soda was great but I am a big boy now, Mommy."
"I've got some rum."
"Not my favori but it will do."
Cuddy got up and went to the cabinet pulling out a bottle of Puerto Rican Rum. She poured him a glass and then decided to pour herself one.
"Here," she a dit handing him the glass.
"Good. You're gonna rejoindre me," he a dit noticing her glass.
"I could use a drink after all this annoying conversation."
"We should make out," he a dit abruptly as he watched her finish her drink in one gulp.
"Only in your dreams, House."
"I'm being completely serious with you. We need to see once and for all if there's a spark."
"No we don't."
"You don't want to Kiss me?"
"I don't even want to talk about this any more," she a dit as she ate some of her rice.
"I want to Kiss you."
She looked up to see him watching her very intently. She searched his eyes for any hint of a joke but found none. He was sincere.
"Stop."
He got up and slowly walked toward her and stood beside her chair.
"Stop? You'll have to be specific. Stop talking. Stop looking at you. Stop..."
"Don't even think about it,"she a dit standing up suivant to him.
"Think about what? This?"
Before she could respond he placed a soft Kiss against her lips. She responded slowly, surprised par his action.
He pulled slowly from her watching her eyes. She was deifnitely surprised. For all his innuendo and empty challenges he finally kissed her. She never thought he would ever actually do it.
"There was a spark," he a dit as he looked down at his hands. He suddenly felt very exposed.
"House, I..."
His beeper started to go off at that moment.
"Damn," he a dit as he read the message.
"You have to go."
"Patient is in cardiac arrest. The drugs aren't working. We missed something..."
He looked at her feeling as if it was the first time he ever saw her. The blush to her cheeks was all his doing. She was just as nervous and vulnerable as he was.
"You better go."
"Yeah."
He started for the door when she yelled at him,
"I'll save toi some left overs. I know you'll be hunrgy once toi solve the case."
"If I solve it."
She smiled that knowing smile of hers.
"You will."
I'll tell toi a little bit about myself first. No offense to hamerons, but i have always been a outright HUDDY fan.So I am obviously bouncing off the walls. When this seaseon starts, I feel like everyone has kind of abandoned House. I mean I get the whole pain in the a$$ thing but still. Wilson is the one that fixes everthing and for him to basically laugh at him when he apologizes is cruel. THe bright light at the end of the tunnel is Cuddy is going to do whatever it takes to make House happy above anyone else.
SO GO CUDDY!
SO GO CUDDY!