A/N I know it's terribly short and not that great. But I wrote it at 2:30 in the AM, long after I should have been asleep. -CYI
I own little more than a blue Bic stick, a bottle of black nail polish, and the backpack I keep all my crap in.
House and Cuddy lay facing each other. They were both awake, but just laying next to each other, occasionally pulling the other tighter or brushing a hand down an arm, just to reassure them the other was still there. Cuddy smiled as House began to stroke her hair. She rested her head next to his heart before pulling back a little bit.
"You really can be sweet sometimes." House smiled.
"It's you. You bring out my inner sap. If it weren't for you . . . well it wouldn't be pretty. Like my mirror." Cuddy pulled him closer.
"Tomorrow were gonna go to the nearest body of water and ceremonially throw all those pills away."
"I'm sure that will be great for the water supply."
Unsurprisingly, she punched him. But gently.