AN: I don't own House, surprise! So this is inspired by the recent Huddy hype.

Even when he's being yelled at by her, he imagines. The way the light casts the shadow of her silhouette on the floor is enchanting to him. He stares at the figures before him, one real, one made of darkness

He doesn't hear a word. She usually doesn't say a word.

Sometimes, he can picture the scene.

He is sitting on the couch, feet up on the coffee table.

The remote is in his right hand, a cup of coffee in his left.

A blanket is pulled up a little above his waist, and the fire place is roaring.

And there's something leaning on his shoulder, curly hair creating static against his sweater as it gets comfortable.

She laughs a boisterous laugh after late night talk show hosts make inappropriate jokes, and her laugh rings in his ears long after she leaves.

But maybe that's because she doesn't.

No, she never leaves, because what they have is permanent. They spend their days together, his sarcasm clashing with her order, and they spend their nights together, giving them the opportunity to show each other who they really are.

This is his idea of the perfect scene.

The perfect episode.

The perfect life.

And there is no other person he'd rather spend it with than the woman standing in his office.

And that's why he stands before she's done yelling and kisses her to silence her.

And she kisses back, because secretly, she wants the perfect life just as much as he does.

But they're both damaged, they could never have a perfect life. Together, though, is as close as they'll get to perfect. And that's okay.

AN2: I have some more stuff hopefully coming up soon if I ever find the time to finish, so just look for it!