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[eowyn127]

LJ name: eowyn127
Favorite characters: House, Cuddy, Wilson [13, Chase, Taub, Cameron, Amber]
Requested pairings or gen I need a lot of House/Cuddy. I like House/Wilson and Wilson/House/Cuddy friendship, WilsonPOV, TaubPOV, ThirteenPOV, Chase/Cameron too.
Ratings you'd accept Any
Favorite episodes (to give an idea of what you like most about the show)

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[anonymous]

"I can't be happy because of you, House. I can't enjoy being with another man because every time I close my eyes, it's you I'm thinking about. I go on dates and you're physically there, hovering over me. I can't be happy because I can't escape you. Because I know how you feel about me and I choose to keep ignoring that. Until we deal with that, I can't move on."

House saw the tears in her eyes, observed the clenching and unclenching of her hands as she fought with her own thoughts.

"Cuddy?"

She looked directly at him, her eyes wide and expressive, the tears having lost their battle with gravity and already spilling down her face.

"You think you know how I feel? What about your feelings? It sounds a lot like you're blaming me for something that's at least half your fault."

All that achieved was causing Cuddy to shake her head sadly. He wasn't helping, and all this touchy-feeling crap was really starting to get on his nerves. This wasn't how he liked to do things.

"The way I see it Cuddy, you have three choices. One, stay with your Private Dick and fake it long enough to live happily ever after. Two, be alone for the rest of your life, raising a kid and working. Three, be unhappy with me, together."

His words shocked her, he could tell from the way her mouth fell open slightly, and the sharp intake of breath.

"House, it's really not as straightforward as you make it sound."

Giving up on the words that haven't gotten him very far, House grasped at the last straw available to him. He took hold of Cuddy, gripping her arms lightly.

Summoning all the frustrated nights he's spent not-quite-dreaming about her, all the mostly satisfying mornings in the shower when she's showed up in his fantasies, he kisses her.

There was a half-hearted murmur of protest, a split-second of wondering, before Cuddy began to kiss him back. Her hands moved to his face, her fingers stroking lightly over his stubble as their bodies pulled closer together from pure instinct. When he managed to let his hand drift and squeeze her ass, they broke for air, smiling as their lips parted.

"I'm going to need you to pick a number, Dr. Cuddy."

She smirked at that, his ability to keep them on topic after a pretty big moment. Cuddy seemed about to speak, when she stopped with a thoughtful look on her face. She leaned in towards him once more, wrapping her hands behind his neck.

Cuddy kissed his left cheek, just above the line of his beard and whispered the word "one".

House froze for a moment, until she repeated the kiss on his right cheek. "Two".

Her thumb swept gently across his lower lip, and he swallowed deeply from sudden anxiety.

That anxiety evaporated as she murmured the word "three" and captured his mouth with hers once more.

They tumbled towards the couch, and House thought to himself that if this was unhappiness, he could certainly cope with a lot more.

[eowyn127]

This is AMAZING *___*
"The way I see it Cuddy, you have three choices. One, stay with your Private Dick and fake it long enough to live happily ever after. Two, be alone for the rest of your life, raising a kid and working. Three, be unhappy with me, together."
LOVE IT! Thankyou so much ans happy new year ^^

[damelola]

You're very welcome, I enjoyed writing this one ♥