And You Can Have My Heart To Break 5/?
Disclaimer: Only in my wildest fantasies to I own anything, let alone House. I own nothing. I just love to play with them!
Fandom: House, MD.
Pairing: Huddy
Title: And You Can Have My Heart To Break
Chapter: 5/?
Rating: NC-17 for lotsa SEX! (in later chapters)
Warnings: Spoilers for 5 x 06 “Joy” and 5x07 “The Itch” - THERE MAY BE SPOILERS FOR FUTURE EPISODES IN THIS, AND THE NEXT FEW CHAPTERS
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House sat with his feet up on his desk, bouncing his ‘thinking ball’ off the wall. He had woken up late this morning, instinctively running his hand over the other side of his bed. He was not surprised to find that Cuddy had already left for work; what did surprise him, however, was a sudden, sharp pang of disappointment invading his sense of relief.
After dragging himself to the hospital, House had successfully managed to avoid Cuddy five times over the past three hours. He hid in the janitor’s closet twice, listened to his ipod under Coma Guy’s bed, took a nap in the MRI machine, and locked himself in a ladies room stall. Cuddy had managed to figure out his location each time, but had missed him by mere seconds.
House sighed, her business lunch would be ending soon and before he knew it she’d be hot on his trail again. It was time to make himself disappear. Not that this game of cat and mouse wasn’t fun, but zipping around the hospital on only a few hours sleep, was exhausting.
Time to pull out the big guns, house decided, time for my last resort, He groaned. There was only one place left to hide.
Wishing he could come up with a better idea, House left his office to do the one thing Cuddy would never believe he’d do, in the one place Cuddy would never think to look. Popping three Vicodin into his mouth, Dr. Gregory House headed for The Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital Emergency Room Clinic for an afternoon’s worth of clinic duty.
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Cuddy sat on her office sofa and kicked off her shoes. Her feet were killing her. She had spent the better part of her morning hunting for House throughout every inch of the hospital.
It was becoming increasingly important that she and House discuss the growing tension between them. The awkwardness at work had become unbearable over the past few days and, after the things that were said, and unsaid last night, she didn’t want to prolong the inevitable. First and foremost she had a hospital to run and she wasn’t going to let it fall apart over one kiss... or, she smiled, two kisses…
Feeling a deep blush forming on her cheeks, Cuddy lifted her hands to her face as she let her mind wander …
She had fought with her internal clock for as long as possible before giving in and opening her eyes this morning.
She awoke, finding herself lying on top of House, her hand still intertwined with his,
She watched him, unable to look away. His brow was furrowed, and he faintly shuddered, haunted by his own thoughts even in his slumber. His arm was on her back, trembling softly, holding her close to him. She guided her palm over his chest; she could feel the beat of his heart so deeply, it was as though she held it in her hand.
Cuddy lifted her head and felt his stubble graze her. She traced her fingers over the edge of his cheekbone. Closing her eyes, she allowed her lips to tenderly touch his before reluctantly getting out of bed.
“DR CUDDY!”
Startled from her thoughts, Cuddy looked up. Her assistant Tom stood in her doorway wringing his hands nervously.
“Tom you’re as pale as a ghost. What’s going on?”
“There’s a man in the clinic arguing with Dr. House’
Aggravated, Cuddy rubbed her temples. “So what else is new?”
“Dr- Cuddy...He’s got a gun.”
Cuddy stood up, and, knocking Tom to the ground, bolted down the corridor.