I hope those of you who've been carrying on this tradition don't mind if I do today's. I've enjoyed all the posts and had an idea myself
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"Stop it, House", she said. "Once more with feeling, Cuddles" "I mean it, it will leave a mark..." but she gave in. She always did, and she hated herself for wanting so much what she also hated with all her strenght. Him.
"No cleavege today, House" "That's what I get for pleasing you? Is it opposite day already?" "You're an idiot", she said as she stared him with that I hate you and I am about to eat you up because you are irresisitble for me "I love you", he said, something he didn't used to say but it felt right when he did it to her. It became familiar the first time he let the words slip. She couldn't resist but give him a little kiss.
"Gotta go back to work, your patient's dying, remember?" She covered her hickey -with the blouse that will probably make all the hospital suspect that Mr. Cranky had been having fun-, turned around and walked away swinging her hips like she always does, like he always loves.
OK THAT WAS THE FIRST TIME I WRITE SOMETHING. DON'T SHOOT ME
House's hand rested on her hip as they swayed back and forth to the voice of Sinatra on the hardwood dancefloor. Cuddy had forced him into another wedding, and he always acted like he hated it. But when they were together, dancing like this, it seemed that they were the only two in the room. Deep down he loved that.
With a slight smirk on his lips, House let his hand slowly slide towards her ass. "Don't even think about it," she said. He chuckled, returning his grasp to her hip.
"That's definitely not what you'll be saying later. Trust me," he breathed, the hot air rushing from his mouth and fogging her ear with heat.
She'd always been an advocate of the arts, especially when his deft, pianist's fingers were always so skilled in making sure she'd have his name spilling from her lips before she got HIS pants off. She never realized, until now, what she was discouraging when she scolded him for playing the piano instead of doing his job.Maybe she should consider getting him a keyboard for his office. Maybe she should talk to him about moving his piano in. Maybe, just maybe she could learn to love the only other thing in his life that he loved as much as her.
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Does this make me a dumbass?
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you propose an idea, and the next person writes a drabble (little fic) about it, and then that person proposes another idea and blablabla
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"Once more with feeling, Cuddles"
"I mean it, it will leave a mark..." but she gave in. She always did, and she hated herself for wanting so much what she also hated with all her strenght. Him.
"No cleavege today, House"
"That's what I get for pleasing you? Is it opposite day already?"
"You're an idiot", she said as she stared him with that I hate you and I am about to eat you up because you are irresisitble for me
"I love you", he said, something he didn't used to say but it felt right when he did it to her. It became familiar the first time he let the words slip.
She couldn't resist but give him a little kiss.
"Gotta go back to work, your patient's dying, remember?"
She covered her hickey -with the blouse that will probably make all the hospital suspect that Mr. Cranky had been having fun-, turned around and walked away swinging her hips like she always does, like he always loves.
OK THAT WAS THE FIRST TIME I WRITE SOMETHING. DON'T SHOOT ME
I WANT... DANCING.
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With a slight smirk on his lips, House let his hand slowly slide towards her ass. "Don't even think about it," she said. He chuckled, returning his grasp to her hip.
"That's definitely not what you'll be saying later. Trust me," he breathed, the hot air rushing from his mouth and fogging her ear with heat.
"I'll hold you to that," she grinned.
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um...pregnancy scare
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