DISCLAIMER: I do not own House or any of its character. Because if I do, House wouldn't be ending just yet. Lols.
1. The Hopeless Romantic
Dr. Jessica Adams once dreamed, hoped and longed for a moment like this. Not much of extravagant moment or anything romantically significant act, but just a simple moment that secured her from traumatic thoughts, soothed her from previous dramatic heartaches, relinquishes the blissful taste of possible romance and almost promised her of unexpected happiness and content. She had long came to terms with herself that she is one of the suckers of true love and a hopeless romantic, while incredulously intellectual, she was often at loss when it comes to romantic relationships. How, then, did this work between them? Adams stared into the flickering flame in the fireplace and after a while, she caught herself smiling.
However it happened, it worked. No matter how long did it take to blossom, it blossomed. It grew a root in a place near impossible. The blood, tears and time were worth it. She made sure everything worthed. She calculated every possible action, letting loose just at the right moment in the right amount and keeping control when it matters while staying in character. It hadn't been easy, but it had never been impossible. To be quite honest, the hardest part of all this is to keep reassuring herself that it's okay to let this nurture itself and for her to just be herself. After all, that's what he likes the most about her. Herself.
Adams was fiddling with the blanket that covered her lower limbs when she felt the embrace around her tighten a little. "I think your ex-husband is mad." He said with a huff escaped with a tone disbelief mixed with relief. "You got a hot wife who's smart, filthy rich and a hopeless romantic. You don't just blow chances like that. Do you know how many women I have to sleep with to come across a woman like that?" He started his rant.
"Have to? You chose to sleep with those women. It's called your self-destructing phase after your divorce with the romantic interest of your workplace induced by your justified euthanization/murder of a patient of yours. You are a damaged romantic." She corrected with the usual tone of bemusement and turned to him, now sitting on his lap.
She let him rant some more about how stupid and dangerous his lifestyle before engaging in a relationship with her had been. She let him wondered down to the path if House ever knew they finally got together, will they be celebrated or mocked endlessly. In some way, it soothed him. The ranting lets him talk his mind and she let him. She is honoured that he no longer kept her away. Sometimes the ranting turns sour and turned into self chastising and bantering over the should and could have been. It is often one sided too, and she let him. In some way, it justified to him that he deserved all this. In some other way, it gave him reassurance that this is okay. Because by the end of it all, she is always there to wrap her arms around his neck and cooed to him, "You love me, I love you back. I'm hopeless romantic like that."
Of course, many things had happened before they get to where they are currently; comfortably cuddling by the warmth provided by the fireplace. Devastating things, awe-inspiring things and beautiful things had happened. Rains of emotions have been showered upon them multiple times before they come to term of accepting their feelings, let alone embracing it. There were times when Adams herself almost lost faith in being hopelessly romantic. To almost stop caring about her possible love life, she almost moved out of the country for the sake of filling in the medical relief mission. Perhaps, if she thought it through, that's when it all began. That was the time he honestly professed his love for her. That was the day he vowed that this time, he wasn't playing games too. It had to be the most romantic gesture she had ever received because on that day, his ex-wife sat her down and told her, "He will stop asking you not to leave the team, to leave him, eventually, but ask yourself this; do you really want him to stop? I know his moves better than anyone else. But what I saw today, I've never got that look before. This is not some move. He didn't have this planned. He's at his wit's end."
"I married two madmen." She laughed heartily whilst maintaining her position on his lap. "Is that a bless or a curse?" She asked as she looked lovingly into his eyes.
"Well, I must admit I am madly pretty." He beamed. "Also, pretty madly in love with you."
She crawled ontop of him and wrapped her arms around him. "You've become a hopeless romantic, Dr. Robert Chase."
"A courtesy to you, I'd happily say." He replied softly as he pulled her down closer to him.