Titled: Weapons of war
Author: wheretobe
Rating: PG-13
Summary: All day weapons of war
Authors note: R&R highly appreciated. This was written for LJ's HUDDY DRABBLE-A-THON started by speckleberry over at speckledots (http://community(dot)livejournal(dot)com/speckledots/17588.html).
A happy story to makeup for pain inflicted in La Muerta. For Linda and Jillo especially! Thanks for helping guys.
Pairing: Huddy
Disclaimer: I don't own House or its characters Fox does tho, I just used them shamelessly for this snippet.
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'I made a bet with Wilson and he lost today. He said you'd wear something slightly more decent to the Budget meeting. I said you'd never to that to the girls.'
House pointed to her chest nicely underlined by the lace trimmed top and a blazer on top. Cuddy dumped her overnight back next to his side table and rolled her eyes.
'Great...what'd you get?'
Slumping down next to him on the couch she leaned back heavily. Her day had been tiring and the meeting just another chance for the departments to bitch at each other, and she was more than tired of those kind of meetings.
His arm went around her casually, not holding her more like showing possession.
'Let's say it's a little task.'
'Would you say it's illegal?'
Turning his head he smirked at her.
'Why...what are you thinking of me?'
She groaned and leaned her head back already fearing the ramifications of another one of his practical jokes. The thoughts soon gone though as she felt the tip of his nose brush up her neck to the spot behind her ear, a kiss soon landing on the ticklish skin making her shudder.
'What do you think would Brenda do if Wilson kissed her in the clinic?'
Oh hell no!
Lisa growled and grabbed the nearest pillow hitting him square in the chest with it.
'I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU HOUSE!!'
It had him laughing, the way the throw pillow hit him, not real hard since she probably was afraid to hurt him. Scoffing he grabbed the offending thing and ripped it from her hand, before smirking and swinging it towards her, hitting her on the belly. Her hands hadn't been fast enough to shield her and instead of trying to run she opted from grabbing the other pillow, one hand always blocking his blows while with the other she swung back at him.
They stood, he a bit unsure but still mostly steady, she across the couch table, aiming at his head intent on hitting his stupid ideas out of his head. House instead opted for thighs and belly whenever she had to stretch up to reach his head.
A few minutes into the fight House felt something ugly bubbling up in him. Something that on other days would've made him shiver and scoff, then do something nasty to make up for just the notion. This time tho he couldn't think about that since he was currently being pillow attacked. And then it happened. It came over him, before he could stop it it had slipped.
And that was one of the scarce moments in his life that Gregory House started a rumbling, deep and full blown tirade of laughter.
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