And You Can Have My Heart To Break 1/?
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
Rating: NC-17 for lotsa SEX! (in later chapters)
Warnings: Spoilers for 5 x 06 “Joy” and 5x07 “The Itch”
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House limped towards his motorcycle. He told himself he wasn’t running. He was avoiding the biggest mistake of his life. Wilson must be making me soft, he thought. What was he thinking showing up at Cuddy’s door again?
He finally decided that he had hopped on his bike earlier because he simply wanted to see if she was at home pining over him, all weepy and girly. The urgency was simply to make sure he hadn’t screwed up too much. After all, the last thing he wanted was more awkward days at work.
He accelerated on his bike. He needed to get away fast, although he wasn’t quite sure what he was running from.
She wasn’t pining though, he remembered, as the crisp Princeton air washed over him, she seemed relaxed, content - even happy- happy without him. Who was he to burst in and take that from her? She was fine. And damnit, so was he! His mind wandered to the image of Cuddy quietly reading beside the soft lamp light. God she looked beautiful in the moonlight…
Beautiful?
Moonlight?
That was it.
He was going to go home, drink a beer, order a sport on pay per view (preferably one with a lot of blood and violence) and kill Wilson - though not necessarily in that order. With that in mind, House disappeared into the night, the sweet lavender smell of Cuddy’s porch remaining as passenger on his motorcycle…
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Cuddy warmed up a cup of her favorite herbal tea. She hadn’t slept in three days. Not since Joy, not since that night, not since House had kissed…
“TWEET!!!”
Cuddy was startled out of her thoughts by the sound of the kettle. Damn! - she was thinking about him again. It seemed that her thoughts wandered to that moment in her hallway over and over, despite her best efforts to think of anything else.
She placed her cup down on the coffee table and picked up the old book. The pages were slightly yellowed and a bit tattered, and they had that familiar scent of something more valuable than currency.
She opened the book and leaned back in her chair, cup in hand, held her breath for a moment and read the inscription in the front cover.
Cuddy-
Despite your nonstop chatter about this author guy over the past 16 years - I still don’t get what excites you about his writing. He hasn’t mentioned naked women, rock and roll, or cars once in this whole book!
I figured that finding this at the antique shop Wilson dragged me to would shut you up. Or at least keep you busy enough to stop interrupting me during General Hospital with useless things like bloody ER patients and meetings with the hospital attorney.
You can thank me by not waking me during my clinic duty nap in Exam Room 3.
Try not to get too excited, I saved money by showing the owner a picture of you and telling him that you would flash him the next time you were in town.
If you do get excited though…feel free to join me in Exam Room 3.
Anyway…happy birthday… I guess
- House
P.S. Lucky you - another year and the funbags are still perky!
Cuddy closed the book and sighed.
She got up, grabbed her car keys, and, forgetting her coat, headed for her car.