Hi you Huddy population ! I was checking on my Tumblr account in a lazy afternoon when I found a picture listing several "things I want to do with you" and I told myself, well, why not make a one-shot inspired from each thing. Because ParijanTaiyou made the same thing in one of her fanfictions, I didn't felt it without asking her if I can do that too; she agreed and well, thank you Lisa, also for reading and correcting! Love ya xoxo
Every one-shot has its story, I'll precise the season/episode to set in every time and tell you if there are some references to another previous one-shot (there might be). For this one, it's around season four, at the very beginning. I love the level their relationship attended in this season *o*
Every review is welcome, so please lemme know if you liked it!
Enjoy :-D
Things I Wanna Do With You.
1. Get Coffee.
It was late. Almost 9 pm. House was at his desk, concentrated on his paperwork as he had promised Cuddy –well, his definition of paperwork was very special: PSP video games, but who cared? Cameron was going to do it for him anyways.
He prepared himself to give a furious look to the one who dared annoy him while he was working when he met the gaze of an even more furious Dean of Medicine. He gave her a childish look, so she would melt under his irresistible charm. But Cuddy didn't.
She sighed deeply and let her arms fall along her body, giving up. She was too tired to fight him that night. So, she made her way toward him and gave him a look; a pretty analyzing look. He looked at her weirdly as she sat down on a chair in front of his desk.
"Still here," she noticed half-angrily.
"Seems like it," he replied. "What is it?" he asked, skeptically.
"I'm spying on you," was her only answer. She smiled a bit when she saw how disconcerted he was.
"Don't you have some important stuff to do?" House said.
"I do," Cuddy replied, locking her gaze to his. He raised an eyebrow, waiting for a more specific explanation that didn't come. "How's your case going?" she asked to fill the blank.
"Fine. She's slowly dying but all is under control," he answered sarcastically as he put down his PSP.
Cuddy sighed and gave him a desperate look. "And this is your new genius method to keep things 'under control'?" she asked, pointing at his PSP.
"It helps me," was his answer. There was a pause, during which they just contemplated each other. "What are you really doing here?" he finally asked.
"I was working on some extra-urgent-files," she started to explain. "I got tired so –
"So you told yourself that annoying you favorite employee was the best solution," he completed for her.
"You're not my favorite employee," she replied. "And you don't seem that annoyed."
"I didn't want to hurt your feelings," he quipped.
"Since when did you ever care about my feelings?" she asked, smiling.
He didn't answer, making his way to the DDX room; Cuddy stared at him weirdly, wondering what the Diagnostician was plotting. House came back a few minutes later, a mug full of coffee in each hand. He gave one to Cuddy.
She looked at him, surprised. He had made coffee for her. "Thanks," she murmured, trying to convince herself that his gesture had no relation with the fact that she had told him that she was tired. He could've had made too much of it earlier, yeah. That was it.
House sat down again, looking attentively at the brunette in front of him. House wondered why he found the simple gesture of drinking coffee became so interesting to watch. She slowly took another gulp from the dark, warm drink. It was relaxing. Then, she raised her eyes and noticed him. He immediately looked away, ingurgitating some of his coffee too.
Neither of them said anything; they didn't want to break one of those rare moments where they were just relishing each other's presence. The coffee's smell was exalting and ridiculously delicious.
"Boring, huh?" he said, eying her and then looking at the few files on the desk.
"No it's very… Boring," she admitted.
"Tell me about it," he sighed.
She took another drink from the red mug and gave him a tiny smile. Then, she began listing the very interesting stuff Deans of Medicine were supposed to do. House didn't seem bored, he was just listening and often making some comments of his; which made her smile. He drank some coffee from time to time too; Cuddy made a pause every time to watch him.
"And... The best for the end!" She theatrically said.
He smiled knowingly.
"There is that special employee who makes it even harder," she said.
"But less annoying," House lifted.
"You say!" Cuddy said, laughing a bit.
He raised an eyebrow and pouted, Cuddy's laughs doubled.
"You wouldn't be here if you didn't like my company," he argued.
"I'd rather be annoyed than bored," she countered.
"We'll say that," House said with a grin.
They shared a meaningful look and drank their beverages in a relaxing silence. "Your special employee, huh," he suddenly said a few seconds later, with a mockingly flirty tense and a raised eyebrow.
"In the bad sense of the term," she added with the same defiant look.
"I am sure," he laughed. "You are my special boss too."
"I am the only boss you have," She reminded him.
"Hum, you're special, since you're the only one who kept me for more than three weeks," he explained, drinking the last gulp of his coffee.
Cuddy sighed but gave him a tiny smile, which turned into a tiny shy one. Although, she didn't let him notice it; Cuddy stood up, giving her watch a look. House jumped on his feet too and held the empty, still warm cups, his gaze searching Cuddy's.
"Well, it's late," Cuddy started.
"It is," he agreed.
"Maybe I should go back to my boring files," she said with a smile.
"And I will go back to my even more boring… hum, work," House added.
"Ok," she said.
"Ok," he repeated.
Cuddy was starting to make her way outside when she stopped, looking back at House. "House?" she asked. He looked interrogatively at her, standing in the doorway of the DDX room. "Thanks. For the coffee," she finally said with a smile.
"You're welcome," he said, with one of those special smiles of his; mildly embarrassed.
She nodded, approving and murmured a "good night" before getting out of House's office. He kept looking at her silhouette until she completely disappeared and whispered a "good night" when he couldn't see her anymore.
House finally paced his way to the DDX room, where he reluctantly started to wash the two mugs. He smiled when he saw Cuddy's lipstick mark on the edge of her mug. House remembered the pretty sexy red rouge she was wearing and the even sexier lips of hers and thought that, yeah, that woman was going to get to him.
Then, the whole conversation they had came to his mind.
He was her special employee. In the bad sense of the term. However, he was still special to her. Just like she was to him. He stopped thinking when this very thought crossed his mind and focused on the hard task of washing the dishes.
The day after, at almost the same time as the last day, House was waiting for the elevator to go home after a long time spent at the hospital. He finally solved his case and now, he was exhausted.
The elevator's door opened and House made a face when he saw Cuddy in it, as he was upset at the sole idea of sharing the elevator with her. She pouted in the same way and made a step aside to let him come in.
The doors closed. Both of them stood silent for a few minutes; Cuddy gave him a look and realized how tired he was. He looked in her direction and met her gaze; it made him smile a bit, so she smiled back and readjusted her hair to do something else but looking deeply in his literally venomous blue eyes.
"My new method of thinking is effective," he said with a defiant proud tense. "The patient is out of danger."
"Lucky bastard," she said with a congratulation smile.
"Yeah," House sighed. "How are your boring files doing?"
"As usual, endless," she said with a sigh.
House didn't answer, he just gave her a comforting smile and then looked away. He yawned tightly and closed his eyes, massaging his temples. She gazed at him and without giving it a thought, Cuddy touched his arm. "I owe you a coffee," she said.
"A shot of vodka would be better," he replied in a moan.
"You got me coffee, coffee you'll get," Cuddy objected firmly.
He sighed again as the elevator's door opened. She pushed him outside and they made their way to the hospital's main door.
The end.
Thanks for reading, R&R !
