(Just a note, I am writing a Huddy story in current time, but I needed to touch on how they first met in med-school for the next part of the story to be relevant) Thanks for reading!
'Its you'
That was the day his life changed. He had met her prior to that but he hadn't realized it at the time.
When he had, really, first set his eyes on her, her curvaceous body, her long, dark wavy hair, and the plump bottom he would become ever so fond of, he was sitting in Endocrinology class, rolling his eyes at some stupid pop quiz his professor was giving. Gregory House was too smart for school, and school was never smart enough for him. He was always so inconvenienced to be there.
It bored him. And the only real enjoyment he got from being there, was diagnosing his fellow classmates with 'mommy' or 'daddy' issues. Everyone had issues. For example, the guy who sat behind him had some sort of nervous condition where he hummed to himself and doodled on all of his class notes.
House knew most students didn't make it through med school, and many of them were there merely to forget there own idiopathic dilemmas and focus on someone else's. Those are the ones who never got there medical licenses.
And then, it happened.
She walked in.
Lisa Cuddy.
She was young, beautiful, eager, and when she walked into a room, the world stopped. At least his world did.
Lisa was determined, and strong willed, but something about her oozed vulnerability, in a way that mesmerized House because vulnerability usually translated into fragility, and fragile was something she was not.
He had to get into her head. And he hoped to get into more.
His piercing blue eyes darted up her shapely frame as his heart started to thump in his chest. She was very quite well the most beautiful thing he'd ever laid eyes on.
Stopping at the professors desk, Lisa smiled politely and apologized for being late. She slipped him a blue slip which was probably some sort of late pass. The older man told her to quickly take a seat and as luck would have, the empty seat directly in front of Gregory House is where she ever so delicately slid her petite frame .
She didn't know it at the time, but taking that seat, and not the other 2 close by that were available, would affect her life for years to come. Maybe even forever.
For behind her sat a quick witted smart ass who couldn't wait to pester her and pick her apart piece by beautiful piece, taking personal pleasure in making her pretty little face turn bright red. Little did he know, she was more then up for the challenge.
He leaned forward and subtly took in a breath of her. She smelled wonderful. Like coconut and spring rain, with a hint of melon….it was tantalizing.
"Nice outfit" House retorted from behind her. "You have an audition with the Rockettes after class?"
Yes, her legs went all the way up to her chin, and yes she showed them off. It certainly didn't take anything away from her intelligence. Why should attractive people cover up when everyone else gets to wear whatever they like?
Smiling to herself, she turned and shot back over her shoulder "They are legs, and sometimes they belong to doctors. Scary realization for you, I'm sure"
House was flabbergasted. Here he was thinking he would embarrass her, break her, and obviously she didn't embarrass easily. Was he losing his touch?
"You aren't a doctor yet" He mumbled, furrowing his brow. "Most of these people don't make it to graduation. Don't get cocky"
"Alright everyone, that's all the time we have today, I will see you Wednesday" The professor called out, ending the 2 hour session.
Gathering up her belongings, Cuddy rolled her eyes and stood up, turning around to fire back sweetly at her new admirer.
"Cocky is a relative term"
** **
House spent the next few weeks dedicating his life to gaining as much knowledge about his worthy opponent as possible. He pestered her ex roommates, her professors, people she sat next to in the cafeteria, a student she went on 2 dates with and Lisa herself.
"CUDDY!" He called out, spotting the brunette sitting under a tree on campus, eating an apple on one of her few breaks between classes. As always, her head was in the books. House had spent ten minutes watching her furrow her cute little brow, twirl her hair around her index finger in frustration and scribble down notes in her textbook, before he decided to call out her name and scare the crap out of her.
True to his nature, he didn't call it out until he was about 10 feet from her.
"Oh god, what do you want?" She groaned, contemplating packing it in and making a bolt for safety. She would've too, if he hadn't been so close by the time he'd called out her name.
"We haven't been formally introduced"
"Thank god for small favors" She quipped back.
"Oh come on" He chuckled, plopping himself down next to her. "I'm not that bad………….Gregory House" He smiled politely, extending his palm to hers.
"Lisa Cuddy" She answered, shaking his hand hesitantly "But you already know that, I'm sure, along with my favorite fast food and bra size"
"Well the bra size is obvious"
"Very funny" She said, smiling sarcastically before her eyes darted back down to her notes again.
"Studying?"
"Wow, you have a knack for the obvious don't you?" She answered annoyed.
"I can help you know"
Laughing out loud, her gaze met his "I don't need any of your kind of help"
"No really" He insisted "I took this course last semester, and if you think Professor Craft will pass you based on your cleavage, forget it, he's gay"
"Really? You know this from first hand experience?"
Smiling coyly at her, he didn't answer, instead he gently leaned back, propping himself back on his elbows, almost taking her in, in astonishment, still his gentle playful eyes focused entirely on her, well, parts of her.
"Cuddy, you are a worthy opponent"
"Cuddy?" She frowned "Should I call you, by your last name?"
"You can call me whatever you like, as long as you're screaming it out in the throes of pure ecstasy"
Shaking her head, she laughed out loud and again directed her attention down to her textbook. She had to admit, Gregory House was easy on the eyes. Very easy. Tall, dark and handsome, with miraculous blue eyes. And he seemed to have a keen interest in her, but in a way that ignited something in her she didn't know was there. Her skin caught fire whenever his eyes were on her body. Most guys who had a thing for her showered her with candy and flowers or dinner dates, that stuff was boring to her. But not this guy. Not Gregory House.
To put it plainly, he was a little off, and it turned her on.
"The question about Cushings is a trick….the answers not diabetes" He said bluntly.
"How could you know tha-"
"Let me ask you a question" He pried, cutting her off. "When I badger other women about their boobs and ass, it usually ends with a slap…not the good kind, why not with you?"
"Have you considered its because I don't want to touch you?" She smiled sweetly.
"I have" He confessed, smiling sinfully as he teased back "But we both know that's not the case, is it?"
Huffing to herself, Lisa gathered her scattered pads of paper, shoved them into her shoulder bag and started to head towards the main building on campus "I have a class…..Goodbye House"
"Goodbye Cuddy"
** **
Their next meeting would be their last for quite a while. House had heard through the grapevine that his new interest would be attending there schools fall dance.
Dances or any kind of social events were not his thing, and that was putting it mildly.
But knowing she would be there, he wouldn't have missed it for all the boobs in Vegas.
Cuddy on the other hand, had found out through a classmate, the mischievous House was asking if she'd attend the dance. When someone told her, he was told she'd be there, she made sure she wore something that would make an impression.
Not too revealing, but enough.
Standing by the beverage table, Cuddy smiled sweetly at the young boy refilling drinks. He asked bashfully if she would care to dance and before she could open her mouth to respond, a gruff voice came from behind her.
"She's with me"
Startled at first, she turned around and saw him. Boy did he clean up nice.
Regretfully, his refreshing appearance allowed him to catch her in a moment where her guard was down.
He cleaned up nicely. Real nicely!
"Cuddy….." He said plainly "I do believe I just caught you checking me out"
"I was….I was just…."
"What?" He laughed.
"I was just…amazed" She finally got out "That you would clean up, for something like this…."
"Don't be embarrassed"
"I'm not embarrassed!" She spat defensively.
Giggling to himself, he leaned over coyly so his voice wasn't drowned out by the loud music.
"Care to dance princess?"
Before she could answer, he took her hand gently and led her out onto the dance floor.
The night flew by faster then either one of them would've liked.
They danced, and laughed, poked fun at people and danced some more.
Such as life when you are enjoying yourself. And they legitimately enjoyed each others company that night. They teased and taunted like usual, but it was where both of them were most comfortable.
Time passed by, both of them innocently oblivious to the fact that this one night, would dictate so much of the rest of there lives and leave a permanent scar on their psyches.
At the end of the evening, House drove Cuddy back to her apartment. He walked her to her door, and the two of them shared that awkward moment the rest of us go through at the conclusion of a date.
Do you just say thank you and goodnight, do you invite them inside? Does inviting them inside mean you are looking for more then just company? Does the other person expect more if you invite them inside?
Walking up to her door, Cuddy reached into her purse and pulled her keys out.
"I had more fun tonight then I probably should have" She confessed spinning around to meet him.
Leaning his shoulder gently up against her doorframe, House looked down at her with lust written all over his face.
"The night is still young………….and full" He paused "of promise"
"Yea Casanova. And I have a big exam tomorrow"
"I can help" He offered coyly.
"Yea….Like last time?"
"No" He replied "Not with answers. That's not what I meant"
"What did you mean?" She asked inquisitively.
"I'm not going to tell you out here" He teased. "Invite me inside, and you'll find out"
"I don't think so" She snickered, sliding the key into her lock.
"Cuddy" he purred, leaning closer into the crook of her neck. "Have I let you down yet tonight?