So... I haven't done Huddy in a long time, but this is my thing: it's angsty, it's sweet... and then it gets rough!
He had always known this 日 would come... a 日 without choice, a 日 with his cure as a cause. He'd dreamt of a knock on the door, the fleeting illusion of friendship resounding on its surface.
Had he expected the benign teasing and his moments of utter humanity to place an actual human being at the other end of it? A female one at that?
Not at all, not even in his wildest dreams... and wild those surely were.
When he swallowed his first pill after gagging on it repeatedly in disgust, he saw Dr. Lisa Cuddy as a cause for his agony, evil Stacy's instrument of doom even, and now she was there, on his couch... as a cure.
Her hands softly caressed his to the rhythm of various aches and throbs that had sprung up in places previously unable to hurt, and she kept her face a shrine for his efforts, pride and utter 愛 etched on it along with the obligatory worry and fear.
"You don't have to be here, あなた know?" House peeked out of one eye, the comic grimace making Cuddy laugh ever so silently... stubborn prick, this only drew her closer! What if... he knew that?
"Shut up, House. あなた know あなた want me here... might as well enjoy it; I'm not leaving あなた alone like this."
"Like what?" He asked, eyes falling closed again in absolute comfort.
"Detoxing... I can see how hard it is, you're not fooling anybody."
"'Gotta keep my image intact あなた know..." He wiggled his eyebrows at her. There was familiarity between his tense muscles and defeated stance, there was hope... and she fuelled it によって smiling brightly before he could find the energy to snort at her.
"Your image will be fine, あなた know... I'm sure no one will bake あなた a cake and throw あなた a "Welcome back" bash without spiking the cake and the punch."
"They suck at party planning anyway... that's one of my many fields of expertise." He groaned, shifted, and relaxed back when he felt Cuddy's hand on his cheek.
"Chase tends to disagree with that..." It was just a jest, nothing foreign to their conversations... why he withdrew like he did, she had no idea.
Cuddy decided to try and lift his spirits with a measure of the もっと見る drastic kind... their feelings had been climaxing towards this point all evening anyway:
"You want to キッス me, don't you?"
"I always want to キッス you... あなた know that, why did あなた ask? Are you...?" He stumbled back, almost on 上, ページのトップへ of his fictional Amber, away from fictional Cuddy... why else would she say that?
God... he wished he could trust things enough to be aroused によって them!
A bra dropped to the floor, House flinched.
He saw Wilson at his door, walking away...
Oh God... she was dead! He... oh shit, Wilson... NO!
Wait, he had done what he had had to! He'd done everything he could have and more! Wilson!
Please... tell me I didn't kill her! I didn't! No...
House flew upright, bathing in sweat... he knocked over the glass of バーボン, ブルボン on the 表, テーブル and almost caused Cuddy to tumble down with it. Before he could stop himself, his gaze shot towards Amber in absolute terror... Cuddy followed his eyes and saw nothing at all.
Her worry drove her hand to his neck, checking for fever. House's hand clasped over hers, shaking and clammy... a heartbreaking look tore at her until she heard House's nimble tongue stumble over a single word:
"A-Amber..." And he stared at the ウォール again... she understood now. It wasn't Kutner, it was Amber. Not only dead, but also long gone, also Wilson's dead girlfriend...
"Oh God... House!" She squeezed him against her... it somehow felt much better, it somehow felt right... the moment possessed them, and before they knew it, their lips violently collided, clothing got catapulted off House's slight frame, he began tearing at Cuddy's clothes when he caught sight of her infamous breasts and it rained untamed desire.
The ウォール was felt によって neither as they crashed into it, the adrenaline, the chemistry, the pain... God and heaven existed, they were here.
Twisted, screwed, scared, a balance between worry and fear was found here under the most insane of circumstances, but neither feared insanity any longer: House had thought himself insane long enough to get used to the idea and Cuddy had always been drawn to the wicked ones: this was just the logical outcome of years and years of gentle preparation!
And there was nothing even remotely gentle about it:
Cage nor cabinet were spared as House swept Cuddy off her feet while she kissed him. She ignored the sick sweat, the vomit, the alcohol, who cared. What worked here and now would suck tomorrow, they knew that: regret and sorrow would plague them tomorrow but they fuelled them now and that was all that mattered.
They entered the bedroom, a 雲, クラウド of vix vaporub drifting along with them, and crash landed sideways on the bed.
House stopped, panting hard, as he observed Cuddy and her underwear...
"You want to キッス me, don't you?"
"What?" But this time it was real, this time it did arouse him.
He grinned widely, adrenaline rendering his pain completely forgotten:
"I always want to キッス you."
And with that, he leapt atop her in a strangely predatory manner... Cuddy's last thoughts before she was finally released into paradise, were that it suited him so well.
When the pain came back an 時 later, she shushed him into a dreamless sleep... she could've called Wilson now and told him. Told him so that House could begin to heal, like he deserved to.
But she just sat there and watched him, watched his chest struggle up and down... his raw beauty, his drawn face, his sheen of sweat, his mumblings...
He was, quite possibly, the most authentic human being she would ever share sheets with...
And, as she would later find out,
he was well aware of that as well.
Oh the Nerves! I don't know if I did this the right way... please コメント and tell me if this was indeed a way to go about this, will you?
EDIT: sorry about the confusing tenses, it's almost 3 AM and I'm not that sharp at this time... I fixed them though!