Notes:
1) I do not have any legal right to the characters of the series House M.D. I only wish I was clever enough to dream up such interesting people...
2) Author's Note: Hi. First story. Please let me know what you think. Don't worry I have more. Just let me know if you want it, or if I should just keep it all to myself. Slight Huddy, no real slash. Some romance...
It had been a long day; Cuddy had ambushed him with a case as soon as he entered the hospital and he'd been hooked. Now there wasn't anything left but to wait for the test results. His team was slaving away in the lab, but there was no reason for him to spend the night there. He smiled; it's nice to have underlings.
Shrugging off his blazer he looked down and saw an old fashioned hard suitcase and a small pair of patent leather red stilettos. His mouth swished from side to side and he leaned back against the couch. A gentle hum droned through his brain as pondered the appearance of the items in his apartment. Who did he know who would wear such heels…? --- Cuddy, a devilish spark twinkled in his eye as soon as that name flashed through his head. But, what's with the suitcase? He leaned over to examine the items further when he heard the chink-chink of metal at the door as someone fumbled with keys. This ought to be fun, he thought as he ran through a list of libelous insults to hurl at Cuddy. He smirked while opening the door, a delectably debase comment at the ready.
She didn't even blink at his blank stare, didn't act surprised to see him slack-jawed in the doorway, she smiled warmly and stepped right over the threshold shifting the heavy brown bag of groceries to her other hip.
That's why he was completely dumb-struck to see her on the other side, a young woman who he would've sworn he'd never seen in his life. He was so surprised that the comment he had settled on traveled from his brain to his mouth, but came out as a puff of air, nothing more. Not that he was upset to have a beautiful woman appear on his doorstep.
"Oh, thanks. I was having trouble with the key. It's a little difficult..." motioning at the paper bag in her arms as she smiled gracefully. "Would you mind?" she continued and dumped the load of groceries in his arms, not waiting for his answer. She shifted out of her coat, revealing her voluptuous figure wrapped in what under some lax definition constituted a dress, although her dress was anything but loose. She uncovered her hair which now appeared golden under the soft glow of the hall light. After carefully dusting off the snow and hanging up her garments she took back the brown bag. "I'll just drop these in the kitchen," she said as she breezed by him, her sweet scent wafting after her.
He knew he was lousy with faces, but seriously, how would he have forgotten hers? Even if I didn't remember her name I would have at least recalled those calves. He thought to himself scratching his chin and glanced down at her legs. Those heels, he thought as he scratched the back of his neck.
He could just make out her words floating from the kitchen as she unpacked the bag, "What do you think of steak, fresh greens and rosemary garlic potatoes?" He turned towards her and she gazed at him from the kitchen, "Or, did you already eat? Oh, and I thought we could have ambrosia…" she said sauntering towards him.
Even in heels her forehead just came up to his chin, she was standing so close now he could feel her warm breath as she tilted her chin up to meet his gaze. "Sorry," her soft green eyes looked so sincere "in such a hurry, I forgot to say hello," her voice was warm and calm. He took a moment to take-in her delicate features: her pale soft skin, cute nose, large ruby lips, the small blonde curls that formed at her temples and her pale clear green eyes. "Hello, Greg" his name fell from her lips as if she had known him for years while she rose on her tiptoes to kiss his stubbly cheek.
"Well," she raised an eyebrow while slowing stepping back "hungry?"
He was so flabbergasted all he could muster was a feeble "Mmm-hmm" with a quick nod.
"Great," she smiled brightly turning on her heels and heading back towards the kitchen, "should be ready soon, I'm starved!"
Who the hell was she? This thought flashed across his nimble mind, quickly followed by who cares? And don't insult her; she's making you dinner grumbled his tummy. But even the temptation of a free meal wasn't enough to hamper House's curiosity for long.
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