So this is the time I'm publishing a story. The prompt was: Your ship plans to travel overseas. Do they spend time learning about the country beforehand? How long do they spend overseas?
Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I may have strayed from the original idea though.
Her daily yoga practice had taught her to focus on her breath, and that's exactly what she was doing right now. Focusing on her breath, trying her best not to panic.
Breath in -21, 22, 23 – breath out – 21, 22, 23. Everything would be alright.
But in reality she couldn't know that, hell she couldn't know anything, her silk scarf she'd used to tie her orange blouse into her brown business suit was now covering her eyes. A roll of gauze bandage most likely stolen from the clinic holding her wrists hostage behind her back.
Just as another wave of panic was slowly taking hold of her body she felt a familiar sensation... as if... Yes someone was watching out for her. She couldn't see, but she knew it with every fibre of her being. Hearing the unmistakable sound of a cane hitting the floor beneath instantly soothed her. There was only one person who could have put her through this.
As soon as she'd relaxed though, knowing she'd get out alive... and that's when she tensed anew. This time not because of fear for her life but rather rage, anger, balling her hands into fists, her knuckles turning white from the strain. This time he'd gone to far, having her manhandled, taken forcefully from her work and brought here. All the oxygen on this earth wouldn't calm her now as she bellowed out his name, followed by a slew of curse words. Too distracted to notice the chuckle from the man behind her.
"What the fuck were you thinking? Hell, you probably weren't thinking at all. This is it, you're fired!" She spit out, her hands and eyes still tied, one petite ball of furry ready to attack when she'd regained her freedom.
Shuffling to her side and behind her told Cuddy that the two men whom had brought her here were leaving her alone with House. "At least there won't be witnesses when I'll have your head." She sneered, he could be so irresponsible and childish, infuriating but on the other hand she did love him.
Most of the time, right now she certainly didn't.
What she couldn't see thought was the smirk plastered on her lover's face, right now she might be cursing him, vowing to never ever trust him again but once she'd see what he had in store she'd kiss his feet. Or at least he hoped. Prostitutes were becoming expensive he thought somberly. Not that any of them could measure up to her, or even hold a candle to Patti and Selma – he admitted, letting his gaze wander before limping closer.
"Ouch" She interrupted herself as the scarf caught in her hair. 'Don't be such a baby' was on the tip of House's tongue but seeing as she was ready to cut his balls right then and there he opted for a mumbled, "Didn't mean to." It was the closest he'd ever come to an apology, not that she cared, right now she just wanted to -
That's when she saw it, below the window in front of her lay the airport of Princeton. She'd last been here coming back from that conference, also with House.
While Cuddy was staring ahead, trying to find out what exactly was happening House fumbled with the knot that held her hands, it was unyielding and having only one hand didn't help - the other supported him on his cane. Just as he managed to free her she spun around, facing him, confusion and excitement replacing her earlier anger but he wasn't fooled, the fire of rage was just momentarily pushed aside.
"Remember that trip you promised me last weekend... after you came." He had meant to point out how she came to him but just as he was making the statement the double entré popped into his head and he couldn't help himself, his features setting into a lecherous smirk. He could see she opened her mouth to protest but what was she gonna say? That the sex hadn't been mind-blowing? That she wasn't head over heels for him and had been for the past 2 decades? Oh she couldn't really say anything, only fueling his arrogance further.
English isn't my native language so I'm happy for any constructive criticism and I do hope you enjoyed this, more to follow very soon.
