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[yourtieisugly]

Who: House and Cuddy
What: Laundry (and shenanigans! House gets to cop a feel!)
Where: The laundry room

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[deanofmedicine]

Morning coffee was something she had given up after learning just what the effects of caffeine in that nature could be on not only a woman's body, but an unborn child, and with the previous, primary focus of her life to become pregnant at an age that was already difficult, Cuddy hadn't wanted to take any chances. She had switched to tea and held fast to this, with the exceptions residing in cups of coffee that were given to her as bribery tools (Foreman when he did something he knew she wouldn't like, a new intern with wide and frightened eyes, or House when..well

[yourtieisugly]

House stopped dead with a squeak of rubber soles. His upper body lurched forward and he planted his cane in the center of the floor before he collided with her shoulder. "Hey --" he sounded just as shocked to see her as she was him "-- uh, I came to borrow a cup of --" he reached for the nearest measuring cup "-- Downy."

[deanofmedicine]

She shook the dark wave of her curls once, as if disproving his lie with the effort required to blink. "For what?" she asked, the expression in her eyes benign. "If you came here to borrow a cup of Downy, where are you taking it? These are the only laundry machines in the base."

[yourtieisugly]

He smirked and tapped the side of the cup with his thumbnail. The blue sludge inside glooped over the side and he held the cup beneath his nose, as though he were appreciating an old vintage. "Maybe I was going to spike your coffee." He put the cup back on top of the washer and turned his shoulder, as though to move past her. "What's with the Frankenstein hair?" he asked, flicking a finger toward her unkempt curls. "And you're not wearing makeup. What, did you give up the romantic notion of picking up a man in a laundromat?"