Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the idea, and while that's not much, it's enough to keep me happy, happy, happy!
Author's note: I just loved the kiss so much that I can't help myself. That, and I need to write another story. I know I promised a sequel to "A New Beginning", but I've had a lot on my plate. I still do, and this…well, I don't know what this is going to be. Out of all the reviews I got, I only got one bad one. And I apologize to that person. I'm sorry you didn't like my story. I write these mostly for myself, but I -love- reading my reviews. This story is going to be…well, I really won't say. I'll just say that it'll be worth the read. At least I hope it will be.
Now! On with the story!
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"So then," comes the deep voice of Doctor Gregory House, as he sits on his sofa, eating pizza and drinking beer, "I tell her that she should experience it before she dies. That every woman should," he says, then sighs and shakes his head, offering a slice of pepperoni to the tawny rat on his left shoulder. "How stupid was that, Steve?" he asks, finishing off a fifth slice, then a third beer before petting the mammal. Steve just looks at House, his little head cocked and black, beady eyes focused on his "Daddy's" deep blue ones, then lets out a loud squeak, as if confirming that it was indeed stupid. "If I'd have known she was that good a kisser…Damn!" he says, picking up a fourth beer and a sixth slice of double pepperoni pizza. Once that's done, he puts the pizza up, leaving it in the box and pushing it into the mostly empty fridge before putting Steve in his cage. "Night, Steve. Dream of hot little she-rats!" he says with a chuckle before heading to shower, then change into a pair of deep cadet blue boxers and sliding into bed, popping a Vicodin before falling asleep. Maybe he'd dream of her and that kiss.
Across town, Cameron is sitting on her couch, eating a chicken, spinach and garlic pizza, with a white cheese sauce, her cat Siamese cat Jack sitting in her lap, purring as she's petted and fed chunks of chicken. "It was so good, Jack. I swear I felt a spark, but I suppose it was just wishful thinking. Then I had to go and pull out that damned needle. I should have just kept on kissing him, then….Mmmm. I can only imagine where it might have led to," she says, then sighs wistfully. Jack meow's at her Mommy and leans up to lick at Cameron's cheek. "Here," she says, giving the cat a huge chunk of chicken. "And after all of that, he didn't even have cancer! He was just doing it to get that chip inserted into his brain to get high all the time. Not that I blame him. If I had his kind of pain, I can't even imagine how bad off I'd be," she whispers, then gets up and heads to the kitchen, piling the left-over pizza onto one plate, covering it with plastic cling-wrap and shoving it into the fridge for tomorrow or whenever she felt like having it. She feeds the fish in her fifty-five gallon aquarium, which is a new addition to her life, one that she loves. It's so relaxing. "Good night, fishies," she says to the assorted freshwater fish as she turns out the lights in the living room, including their light. After showering and washing her hair, she dresses in a pair of lacy, aqua blue boy short style panties and a matching camisole before getting into bed, Jack curling up at her left hip under the covers. "Good night, Jack," she says, petting the cat, then letting herself fall asleep. Maybe she'd meet House in her dreams tonight and have a few more kisses like the one they shared in reality.
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Author's Note: Okay, so, it's really short, sorry. It's just an opening. The chapters will get longer as the story progresses. I'll try to update once every few days, at least. Hopefully more. Depends on doctors and my cold.
