His eyes
The eyes are the window to the soul.
She had always been told this, but had never found it to be true. No one, not even her husband, had ever been able to prove to her that you could read people with their eyes.
That was until she met Dr. Gregory House.
Those blue eyes were the one part of his anatomy that often betrayed the snarky, sarcastic doctor. In the years she had worked for him she had learned how to read him. While Foreman and Chase often went off of body language and tone, she focused on his eyes. It was always his eyes that betrayed him.
His eyes ranged from a dark stormy grey to a deep blue. When he was mad or frustrated his eyes would cloud over with grey. When they were this color she found he often held eye contact longer. He would stare down who ever was challenging him, using his eyes to bore holes through them. On the rare occasion that he was embarrassed his eyes became a sky blue. He would also shift his gaze from his accuser to any object he could focus his attention on. In the even rarer occurrence that he was happy, his eyes were a crystal blue. During this time they reminded her of a clear lake. Blue enough that you could see your refection.
There were many other colors and feelings of course; for Greg House was a complicated man, but these were the emotions that were most present.
Feeling a hand slide around her waist, she smiled. She turned her body and was greeted with her favorite color. A deep piercing topaz blue. This was the color she loved most, for his eyes were this color when she was with him. They confessed the one feeling he had yet to express verbally.
Love.
Sliding her hands through his hair she gave into his lips, pausing every few moments to gaze into his blue eyes.
A.N. This is what happens when you don't pay attention in History class.