Post by cuddelstein on Jun 2, 2007 0:36:18 GMT -5
Title: These Little Things Between Us
Author: Carlee [Cuddelstein]
Rating: PG-13, a few curses and a bit of sexual stuff.
Spoilers: To 2.3: Humpty Dumpty
Pairings: House/Cuddy
Disclaimer: All characters belong to David Shore, I am in no way affialated with House, M.D. or the FOX network.
Summary: “What are your plans for Christmas?” she asked, running her fingers through her well-styled hair.
“I thought I’d get some Mexican food and a hooker dressed up as an elf.”
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Later on, we’ll conspire
As we dream by the fire
To face un-afraid
The plans that we made
Walking in a winter wonderland
Normally, the music meant that the pathetic little cancer kids would be mingling about, trying to gain sympathy while Wilson gazed on proudly. Those events would follow by House trying to avoid his friend’s comments about, “oh, look, they won’t have a real Christmas this year, isn’t that sad?” and House would reply with a bored eye roll.
But this music symbolized a party, something that House had no desire to really attend, but Cuddy had promised him three hours off of clinic duty if he came, dressed in a seemingly nice outfit. So, he obliged.
The clinic had been decked out in its best holiday attire, green and red table cloths draped over the counters of the nurse’s station, each counter piled high with all sorts of festive food. A Christmas tree that was too big for its own good stood in the corner, white lights and red garland strung all the way across with what seemed to be hundreds of ornaments tastefully hung from different branches.
People that House recognized all mingled about in the party, each dressed their best. It did not take long for him to spot the people that he could mingle about with, Wilson and Cuddy. They were chatting softly, enjoying the holiday party, each with a drink in their hand.
After getting himself a drink, House stepped towards Cuddy and Wilson, making their two-some a three-some. “Hey,” Cuddy said to him with a smile. Wilson nodded a salutation. House didn’t say much in reply, just took a sip of his drink. House noticed how nice Cuddy was looking with her curly hair and her white dress. Apparently there were a few others noticing Cuddy’s apparel choices, House watched a few new surgeons check out her cleavage.
There was no doubt about it that Dr. Lisa Cuddy was the finest piece of work at Princeton-Plainsboro, Cameron coming in at a close second. But Cuddy had a more exotic look to her while Cameron looked like any pretty American girl.
“How long is this thing?” House asked Wilson, taking a sip of his drink.
“The party just started House. You’re not going anywhere,” Cuddy filled in for Wilson, spinning the red straw that sat in her Cosmo.
Wilson shrugged and raised his eyebrows. “I guess you’re not going anywhere.”
“Guess not,” House replied.
The small talk continued, drinks were sipped, holiday jokes shared. Dancing began, but the three of them stood on the sidelines, watching the others dance hand in hand with their dates. After an hour, Wilson was called away, as a young patient died during the party.
It left House and Cuddy alone.
“Did you bring anything for the gift exchange?” Cuddy questioned, tugging on a single black curl.
House watched as the curl bounced up and down with each movement of Cuddy’s elegant fingers, suddenly mesmerized by Cuddy’s simplistic, yet exotic beauty. “Oh, uh, no, I didn’t,” he replied, slipping a hand into the pocket of his black slacks, reminding him of how much he hated all of this holiday crap. “Did you?”
“No.” And with that, the gift exchange had begun. The hospital personal pranced around the clinic area, trading colorfully wrapped gifts with one another. Cuddy received a few things, including an attractive heart shaped pin from her acquaintance, Nurse Previn. House, on the other hand, didn’t get anything but a Rolling Stones Greatest Hits CD that he already owned from Cameron. The fact that she gave something to him wasn’t saying much, as Cameron gave something to practically everyone at the party.
More music played, more drinks were sipped, more gifts were exchanged and the party remained hell on earth for House. It wasn’t until he watched the two senior surgeons get slightly drunk did House crack a meaningful smile.
Wilson reappeared, tie and jacket removed, white leaves rolled up. He looked tired and as if he had been crying. “I’m gonna go home,” he said in a weary tone to House and Cuddy.
Flashing Wilson a sympathetic look, Cuddy nodded. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.” And he was gone.
“What’s with doctors getting drunk?” House asked Cuddy in reference to the surgeons. At the moment the two men were trying to recruit reluctant hospital employees to sing “Jingle Bell Rock” for the rest of the party. “I thought we were supposed to advocate not getting drunk and making a complete ass of yourself.”
Cuddy laughed at House’s comment. “You’re the last person who should be talking!” she exclaimed playfully, watching the two drunks in sinful delight. “We’re not supposed to think this is funny,” she said, looking to House with a smile.
House smiled back. God, Cuddy was beautiful when she smiled. Rolling his coat sleeve over so he could see his wrist watch, House smiled. Ten o’clock, the party was nearly over. As the time registered into House, staff members started filtering out of the hospital, tired, slightly intoxicated, gifts under their arms.
“Thank you for coming tonight.”
“What?” House asked. He hadn’t exactly been paying much attention to Cuddy at that point and was mainly focused on getting his ass out of that party.
“I said, thank you for coming.”
“To the party?”
“No, to my bridal shower.”
“Oh. Yeah, well, three hours off clinic, it’s worth it,” House replied with a smirk as he began to head towards the doors, Cuddy not far behind him.
“What are your plans for Christmas?” she asked, running her fingers through her well-styled hair.
“I thought I’d get some Mexican food and a hooker dressed up as an elf.”
Cuddy rolled her eyes, shaking her head slightly. “Sounds like quite the party.”
“Defiantly.” The two found themselves parked right next to each other, Cuddy in her black Mercedes, House on his motorcycle.
“You rode here?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “It’s freezing.”
“It’s not like I have a car.”
“Oh, right.” Cuddy frowned in the slightest. “Still. It’s snowing. It’s dangerous.”
“Well, you know me. Risk-taker.” He growled in a very suggestive manner before starting the engine of his motorcycle.
Cuddy laughed slightly, climbing into her car, slipping her key into the ignition. When the car didn’t start, she pulled the key out and slipped it in again. Still nothing. “d**n,” Cuddy murmured, trying again, and then once more. “Oh God…”
“It won’t start,” Cuddy said in an overly annoyed tone to House as she climbed back out into the blistery New Jersey winter.
“I could give you a ride home,” House suggested. “Except there’s the whole dress thing.”
“You… I…” Cuddy stumbled over her words, not really sure what to say next. Accepting the ride would create an abundant amount of sexual tension, but not taking the ride… Well, Cuddy didn’t want to spend the night at the hospital. “I’ve got some scrubs in my locker. Be right back.”
It wasn’t long until Cuddy came back outside, dressed in light pink scrubs, white sneakers, and black sweat jacket. “Where’s your dress?” House questioned as Cuddy approached him and his bike.
“In my locker,” she said shifting from foot to foot in front of House’s bike, freezing her ass off. “Can we go, before I change my mind?”
House smirked, tossing her his only helmet. “Arms around my waist,” he said to Cuddy as she reluctantly climbed onto the back of the seemingly dangerous looking motorcycle. The woman did as she was told, a tiny smile folding across her lips. “And it’s off to the races!” The motorcycle started, and the two rode out, Cuddy’s black hair flapping slightly in the icy breeze as they drove.
The ride was uncomfortably silent for Cuddy, probably House too. She wanted to say something, anything, but decided against it, knowing that she wouldn’t be heard, anyway. The streets were unusually clear for a day so close to Christmas, and the pair arrived to Cuddy’s house in record time.
“How’d you know were I lived?” Cuddy asked, shakily climbing off the bike and handing House the helmet. Well, we didn’t get into a crash. Thank God.
“Been here before, remember?”
Cuddy rolled her eyes, remembering House’s invading house raid that happened nearly a year ago. “Oh, God, how could I forget?” The woman slipped her hands into the pockets of her jacket, sighing heavily. “Well, goodnight. Thank you for the ride.”
To Cuddy’s surprise, House climbed off the bike, turning the engine off as he did. “I’ll walk you up.”
The driveway’s fresh coat of snow crunched under the weight of House and Cuddy as they walked up to her porch in silence, their way lit by the next house’s colorful Christmas lights. “No lights?” House asked as they arrived to Cuddy’s snow-capped porch. “You usually seem like the festive type.”
“Normally I am… I don’t have anybody to put them up for me. No chance in hell that I’m climbing up there just to put some dinky little lights up.”
House nodded. “Well, goodnight. See you tomorrow, I guess.” He walked slowly down the porch steps, until Cuddy called his name.
“House, wait.” He turned his head slightly, to see what she wanted. “There’s mistletoe.” She glanced up at her door frame, and sure enough, a tiny green plant was tacked right above her head.
“What?”
“A mistletoe.”
“Yeah, I got that much. What’s your point?”
“Don’t you know what mistletoe is for?”
“I’m not a moron. Of course I know that mistletoe is for.”
Cuddy thingyed her head slightly to the left, watching House with a playful curiosity. It was a terribly seducing look, and House gave in, just for one time. What could it hurt, anyway? The normally misanthropic House climbed up the steps and stopped, facing Cuddy. His cane leaned up against the door, snow falling from the sky.
“Cuddy… We-“
“Shouldn’t?” she asked, placing her lips to his, bringing a single to hand to his cheek.
“But…” House murmured into their kiss, finding his hand on her waist.
“We are.”
Author: Carlee [Cuddelstein]
Rating: PG-13, a few curses and a bit of sexual stuff.
Spoilers: To 2.3: Humpty Dumpty
Pairings: House/Cuddy
Disclaimer: All characters belong to David Shore, I am in no way affialated with House, M.D. or the FOX network.
Summary: “What are your plans for Christmas?” she asked, running her fingers through her well-styled hair.
“I thought I’d get some Mexican food and a hooker dressed up as an elf.”
---
Later on, we’ll conspire
As we dream by the fire
To face un-afraid
The plans that we made
Walking in a winter wonderland
Normally, the music meant that the pathetic little cancer kids would be mingling about, trying to gain sympathy while Wilson gazed on proudly. Those events would follow by House trying to avoid his friend’s comments about, “oh, look, they won’t have a real Christmas this year, isn’t that sad?” and House would reply with a bored eye roll.
But this music symbolized a party, something that House had no desire to really attend, but Cuddy had promised him three hours off of clinic duty if he came, dressed in a seemingly nice outfit. So, he obliged.
The clinic had been decked out in its best holiday attire, green and red table cloths draped over the counters of the nurse’s station, each counter piled high with all sorts of festive food. A Christmas tree that was too big for its own good stood in the corner, white lights and red garland strung all the way across with what seemed to be hundreds of ornaments tastefully hung from different branches.
People that House recognized all mingled about in the party, each dressed their best. It did not take long for him to spot the people that he could mingle about with, Wilson and Cuddy. They were chatting softly, enjoying the holiday party, each with a drink in their hand.
After getting himself a drink, House stepped towards Cuddy and Wilson, making their two-some a three-some. “Hey,” Cuddy said to him with a smile. Wilson nodded a salutation. House didn’t say much in reply, just took a sip of his drink. House noticed how nice Cuddy was looking with her curly hair and her white dress. Apparently there were a few others noticing Cuddy’s apparel choices, House watched a few new surgeons check out her cleavage.
There was no doubt about it that Dr. Lisa Cuddy was the finest piece of work at Princeton-Plainsboro, Cameron coming in at a close second. But Cuddy had a more exotic look to her while Cameron looked like any pretty American girl.
“How long is this thing?” House asked Wilson, taking a sip of his drink.
“The party just started House. You’re not going anywhere,” Cuddy filled in for Wilson, spinning the red straw that sat in her Cosmo.
Wilson shrugged and raised his eyebrows. “I guess you’re not going anywhere.”
“Guess not,” House replied.
The small talk continued, drinks were sipped, holiday jokes shared. Dancing began, but the three of them stood on the sidelines, watching the others dance hand in hand with their dates. After an hour, Wilson was called away, as a young patient died during the party.
It left House and Cuddy alone.
“Did you bring anything for the gift exchange?” Cuddy questioned, tugging on a single black curl.
House watched as the curl bounced up and down with each movement of Cuddy’s elegant fingers, suddenly mesmerized by Cuddy’s simplistic, yet exotic beauty. “Oh, uh, no, I didn’t,” he replied, slipping a hand into the pocket of his black slacks, reminding him of how much he hated all of this holiday crap. “Did you?”
“No.” And with that, the gift exchange had begun. The hospital personal pranced around the clinic area, trading colorfully wrapped gifts with one another. Cuddy received a few things, including an attractive heart shaped pin from her acquaintance, Nurse Previn. House, on the other hand, didn’t get anything but a Rolling Stones Greatest Hits CD that he already owned from Cameron. The fact that she gave something to him wasn’t saying much, as Cameron gave something to practically everyone at the party.
More music played, more drinks were sipped, more gifts were exchanged and the party remained hell on earth for House. It wasn’t until he watched the two senior surgeons get slightly drunk did House crack a meaningful smile.
Wilson reappeared, tie and jacket removed, white leaves rolled up. He looked tired and as if he had been crying. “I’m gonna go home,” he said in a weary tone to House and Cuddy.
Flashing Wilson a sympathetic look, Cuddy nodded. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.” And he was gone.
“What’s with doctors getting drunk?” House asked Cuddy in reference to the surgeons. At the moment the two men were trying to recruit reluctant hospital employees to sing “Jingle Bell Rock” for the rest of the party. “I thought we were supposed to advocate not getting drunk and making a complete ass of yourself.”
Cuddy laughed at House’s comment. “You’re the last person who should be talking!” she exclaimed playfully, watching the two drunks in sinful delight. “We’re not supposed to think this is funny,” she said, looking to House with a smile.
House smiled back. God, Cuddy was beautiful when she smiled. Rolling his coat sleeve over so he could see his wrist watch, House smiled. Ten o’clock, the party was nearly over. As the time registered into House, staff members started filtering out of the hospital, tired, slightly intoxicated, gifts under their arms.
“Thank you for coming tonight.”
“What?” House asked. He hadn’t exactly been paying much attention to Cuddy at that point and was mainly focused on getting his ass out of that party.
“I said, thank you for coming.”
“To the party?”
“No, to my bridal shower.”
“Oh. Yeah, well, three hours off clinic, it’s worth it,” House replied with a smirk as he began to head towards the doors, Cuddy not far behind him.
“What are your plans for Christmas?” she asked, running her fingers through her well-styled hair.
“I thought I’d get some Mexican food and a hooker dressed up as an elf.”
Cuddy rolled her eyes, shaking her head slightly. “Sounds like quite the party.”
“Defiantly.” The two found themselves parked right next to each other, Cuddy in her black Mercedes, House on his motorcycle.
“You rode here?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “It’s freezing.”
“It’s not like I have a car.”
“Oh, right.” Cuddy frowned in the slightest. “Still. It’s snowing. It’s dangerous.”
“Well, you know me. Risk-taker.” He growled in a very suggestive manner before starting the engine of his motorcycle.
Cuddy laughed slightly, climbing into her car, slipping her key into the ignition. When the car didn’t start, she pulled the key out and slipped it in again. Still nothing. “d**n,” Cuddy murmured, trying again, and then once more. “Oh God…”
“It won’t start,” Cuddy said in an overly annoyed tone to House as she climbed back out into the blistery New Jersey winter.
“I could give you a ride home,” House suggested. “Except there’s the whole dress thing.”
“You… I…” Cuddy stumbled over her words, not really sure what to say next. Accepting the ride would create an abundant amount of sexual tension, but not taking the ride… Well, Cuddy didn’t want to spend the night at the hospital. “I’ve got some scrubs in my locker. Be right back.”
It wasn’t long until Cuddy came back outside, dressed in light pink scrubs, white sneakers, and black sweat jacket. “Where’s your dress?” House questioned as Cuddy approached him and his bike.
“In my locker,” she said shifting from foot to foot in front of House’s bike, freezing her ass off. “Can we go, before I change my mind?”
House smirked, tossing her his only helmet. “Arms around my waist,” he said to Cuddy as she reluctantly climbed onto the back of the seemingly dangerous looking motorcycle. The woman did as she was told, a tiny smile folding across her lips. “And it’s off to the races!” The motorcycle started, and the two rode out, Cuddy’s black hair flapping slightly in the icy breeze as they drove.
The ride was uncomfortably silent for Cuddy, probably House too. She wanted to say something, anything, but decided against it, knowing that she wouldn’t be heard, anyway. The streets were unusually clear for a day so close to Christmas, and the pair arrived to Cuddy’s house in record time.
“How’d you know were I lived?” Cuddy asked, shakily climbing off the bike and handing House the helmet. Well, we didn’t get into a crash. Thank God.
“Been here before, remember?”
Cuddy rolled her eyes, remembering House’s invading house raid that happened nearly a year ago. “Oh, God, how could I forget?” The woman slipped her hands into the pockets of her jacket, sighing heavily. “Well, goodnight. Thank you for the ride.”
To Cuddy’s surprise, House climbed off the bike, turning the engine off as he did. “I’ll walk you up.”
The driveway’s fresh coat of snow crunched under the weight of House and Cuddy as they walked up to her porch in silence, their way lit by the next house’s colorful Christmas lights. “No lights?” House asked as they arrived to Cuddy’s snow-capped porch. “You usually seem like the festive type.”
“Normally I am… I don’t have anybody to put them up for me. No chance in hell that I’m climbing up there just to put some dinky little lights up.”
House nodded. “Well, goodnight. See you tomorrow, I guess.” He walked slowly down the porch steps, until Cuddy called his name.
“House, wait.” He turned his head slightly, to see what she wanted. “There’s mistletoe.” She glanced up at her door frame, and sure enough, a tiny green plant was tacked right above her head.
“What?”
“A mistletoe.”
“Yeah, I got that much. What’s your point?”
“Don’t you know what mistletoe is for?”
“I’m not a moron. Of course I know that mistletoe is for.”
Cuddy thingyed her head slightly to the left, watching House with a playful curiosity. It was a terribly seducing look, and House gave in, just for one time. What could it hurt, anyway? The normally misanthropic House climbed up the steps and stopped, facing Cuddy. His cane leaned up against the door, snow falling from the sky.
“Cuddy… We-“
“Shouldn’t?” she asked, placing her lips to his, bringing a single to hand to his cheek.
“But…” House murmured into their kiss, finding his hand on her waist.
“We are.”