"That's the best kind of club to get hit with," she said, grinning. He got downright dopey just after he'd climaxed and it was both amusing and sweet. Sometimes she was too blissed out herself to really enjoy his reaction but tonight she was a little more alert. She felt good--definitely satisfied--just not quite as overwhelmed by the post-orgasm endorphin high as she sometimes was
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"Never?" she asked, one eyebrow arched. Admittedly she'd never come right out and told him she was interested in a relationship but she'd done everything but that. She'd done everything she could to keep him close by, to help him. Some of that was for his benefit--she knew he needed his work to keep him sane. However, it was for her benefit as well. Almost since the moment she'd met him, she'd wanted him in her life and she'd achieved that any way she could
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House gave her an incredulous look. Though he'd never outright pursued a relationship with Cuddy, he did think he made it kind of obvious that he liked her. "I've been sexually harassing you for eight years and you missed that I was interested?"
He shoved himself up on his elbow so he could see Cuddy better. He hadn't just noticed her at work - he'd noticed her back when they were in college. Well, he'd noticed a lot of girls in college, though he couldn't recall any of their names. Cuddy's name, however, he'd remembered.
"Do you remember that time in college I found your neurobiology notes that you'd lost? I gave them to you in the cafeteria at lunch and told you you'd labelled the Brodmann brain area 36 incorrectly? You'd labelled it parahippocampal gyrus; I told you it was the parahippocampal cortex. I think you were kind of pissed off that I'd gone through your notes. Which I did - I read through everything."
He paused, a mildly sheepish look growing on his face. "You didn't lose your notes. I might have taken them out of your
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"Ow," he complained at being hit on the head, not that it hurt at all. As he rubbed the spot she'd hit, he replied, "Of course I knew you'd be worried. I wouldn't have stolen them if I didn't think it would get your attention."
He hadn't known Cuddy too well at college, but he'd known her well enough to know she was a study fanatic. In fact, he needn't have even known her to know that - almost every time he'd laid eyes on her, she had her face jammed in a book, or her arms bundled with books and notes.
That was all the info he'd needed to know how much she'd freak over losing an entire subject's worth of notes. It was a good ploy in getting her attention, too, and it had definitely worked. Though, he hadn't really known what to do once he did have her attention. He was just as awkward back then as he was now with approaching women he liked
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"You're such an idiot," Cuddy said, her tone a mixture of exasperation and affection. He hadn't needed an excuse to talk to her. Even back then, everyone had known who Gregory House was. And a lot of people, including her, had wanted to get a little closer and watch the genius at work. If he'd wanted to talk to her, all he had to do was crook his finger and she would've come running
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Maybe he was an idiot. Honestly, he never got it quite right with women he liked. He'd so badly want their attention but always managed to make an idiot of himself in the process
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"I said I audited neurobiology," Cuddy repeated. Really, he was an idiot at times. She was several years younger than him. She was several years behind him at school. She wouldn't have been taking the same classes he did and he should've realized it. He should've known she wasn't supposed to be in his class. Given he normally picked up on each and every little detail, she had to wonder how he'd missed that one
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House stared at her, uncertain whether to be nonplussed or flattered. He was definitely bewildered because in all his years of knowing Cuddy, he hadn't once thought to question why she'd been in his class. At the time, he hadn't really worked up the nerve to talk to her properly beyond tossing her some sarcastic remarks. Perhaps if he had, he would have figured it out. But she'd always seemed so studious and so intensely focused on the 'work' in the class that he'd assumed she was taking the class just like he was.
"Why didn't you just say something?" he asked after taking a moment to let the news sink in. "You call me an idiot and turns out you're no better."
Weirdly, though, these revelations were the epitome of how they're entire relationship - friendship and work-wise - had always been. Dancing around each other with innuendos and making fun of each other, picking on each other, never truly being upfront and honest about the more personal things. They were in a relationship now and they still danced around each other
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"You say erroneous, I say erogenous," he agreed with a leer about looking down her blouse. "Though, if memory serves me correctly, your shirts weren't as low-cut back then. The whole do-me get up came later when you were distracting corporate egos by their penises with your best assets in order to scale corporate ladders
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Cuddy scowled at him briefly when he accused her of using her physical assets to get ahead professionally. He knew as well as she did she hadn't gotten where she was by flashing a little cleavage. She'd fought hard to be taken seriously as a doctor and an administrator. She was intelligent and she worked hard and that's why she was the Dean of Medicine
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"That charming lunatic has to get past me first," he replied, his voice muffled against her neck. "Assuming she's a she and she's into hes and not into shes."
He pulled back to look down at Cuddy, his brows quirked. "That sounded a bit like a Dr. Seuss book." He thought about that for a moment. "Come to think of it, I'm pretty sure that if Dr. Seuss had written a book on gays and lesbians, the world would be way more accepting of them. The She Who Liked Shes And The He Who Liked Hes. Or The Lorax And The Lesbian. Or One Fish, Two Fish, Straight Fish, Gay Fish.House liked to think that if their kid turned out to be gay, he'd be completely accepting of that. In fact, he was pretty sure he would be. Well, he'd be a world more accepting of it than if he himself had turned out gay and how his dad would have responded to that. But there was no point thinking about that now. The kid wasn't even born yet; pondering over the possibility of his son or daughter being gay wasn't even necessary to think about until later if the issue arose
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Cuddy chuckled at the idea of a Dr. Suess book about homosexuality. Kids loved silly rhymes whether they understood them or not. They just liked the sound of the words. She could just imagine a pre-school age Junior dancing around reciting rhymes about gay fish and innocently offending some conservative fundamentalist. House would probably love that given his own knack for not-so-innocently offending others.
She wouldn't mind it much herself. She fully intended to raise their child to judge others based on their character, not their race or gender or sexual orientation. And she dearly hoped Junior would be treated with the same respect. Cuddy didn't give a damn what her child was: boy or girl, gay or straight, beautiful or plain, athletic or clumsy.... Whatever Junior turned out to be, she'd be a human being who would deserve to be treated with decency. Anyone who didn't--that person wouldn't have to worry about what House would do. Cuddy would be kicking some ass herself
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He shoved himself up on his elbow so he could see Cuddy better. He hadn't just noticed her at work - he'd noticed her back when they were in college. Well, he'd noticed a lot of girls in college, though he couldn't recall any of their names. Cuddy's name, however, he'd remembered.
"Do you remember that time in college I found your neurobiology notes that you'd lost? I gave them to you in the cafeteria at lunch and told you you'd labelled the Brodmann brain area 36 incorrectly? You'd labelled it parahippocampal gyrus; I told you it was the parahippocampal cortex. I think you were kind of pissed off that I'd gone through your notes. Which I did - I read through everything."
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He hadn't known Cuddy too well at college, but he'd known her well enough to know she was a study fanatic. In fact, he needn't have even known her to know that - almost every time he'd laid eyes on her, she had her face jammed in a book, or her arms bundled with books and notes.
That was all the info he'd needed to know how much she'd freak over losing an entire subject's worth of notes. It was a good ploy in getting her attention, too, and it had definitely worked. Though, he hadn't really known what to do once he did have her attention. He was just as awkward back then as he was now with approaching women he liked ( ... )
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"Why didn't you just say something?" he asked after taking a moment to let the news sink in. "You call me an idiot and turns out you're no better."
Weirdly, though, these revelations were the epitome of how they're entire relationship - friendship and work-wise - had always been. Dancing around each other with innuendos and making fun of each other, picking on each other, never truly being upfront and honest about the more personal things. They were in a relationship now and they still danced around each other ( ... )
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He pulled back to look down at Cuddy, his brows quirked. "That sounded a bit like a Dr. Seuss book." He thought about that for a moment. "Come to think of it, I'm pretty sure that if Dr. Seuss had written a book on gays and lesbians, the world would be way more accepting of them. The She Who Liked Shes And The He Who Liked Hes. Or The Lorax And The Lesbian. Or One Fish, Two Fish, Straight Fish, Gay Fish.House liked to think that if their kid turned out to be gay, he'd be completely accepting of that. In fact, he was pretty sure he would be. Well, he'd be a world more accepting of it than if he himself had turned out gay and how his dad would have responded to that. But there was no point thinking about that now. The kid wasn't even born yet; pondering over the possibility of his son or daughter being gay wasn't even necessary to think about until later if the issue arose ( ... )
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She wouldn't mind it much herself. She fully intended to raise their child to judge others based on their character, not their race or gender or sexual orientation. And she dearly hoped Junior would be treated with the same respect. Cuddy didn't give a damn what her child was: boy or girl, gay or straight, beautiful or plain, athletic or clumsy.... Whatever Junior turned out to be, she'd be a human being who would deserve to be treated with decency. Anyone who didn't--that person wouldn't have to worry about what House would do. Cuddy would be kicking some ass herself ( ... )
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