A Sunshine and a Rose
This is a story I wrote last year for Valentine's Day. I thought ... why not sharing with you. So enjoy.
It sets in season 7. Whenever in the season because hell, it's Valentine's Days and I see only one reason to celebrate it : Huddy always & forever.
It might be slightly OOC ... but who cares really.
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A Sunshine and a Rose
There was a white rose on her desk, waiting for her. There was so much more in that beautiful rose than just a flower. There was also a card and an envelope. Her smile grew wider and her astonishment was of a silence kind when she saw what was inside. Three plane tickets.
It was his writing, his words of love directly spoken to her with a depth of feelings she could feel in her entire body. Her heart fluttered. It made her aware of what it feel to be loved and respected, to be listen to and to have someone to count on in her life. This day wasn't special for him, but he knew that is was for her. Oh, he would mock her, make fun of her romantic personality. But he enjoyed it too. It was one of the few evenings when they were truly alone. Blythe had Rachel for the night and tomorrow was a day without school.
A few minutes later, Cuddy was heading toward the elevator. The hall was full of persons and there wasn't any member of the staff who didn't notice the smile of the boss. And no one ignored the reason behind it anymore. When the elevator doors opened, Cuddy found herself nose to nose with the very man of her most private thoughts. A little grin washed over his face as he stepped aside. She joined him, smiling smugly till they almost reached his floor.
There, Cuddy pressed the emergency button. House hasn't said a word. Their eyes were smiling. Cuddy ran her tongue on her lips unconsciously and made a step backward. Her back met the metallic wall of the elevator. She pulled at his black jacket. House cradled her hips in his large hands and dove for her lips. His kiss was tentative, soft, tempting, soon insistent. Cuddy thrown her hands under his jacket, followed the curve of his ribs and the length of his back.
A moan escaped her lips as House began a seductive journey from her cheek to her neck and shoulder. Cuddy squeezed her legs in a vain attempt to control her desire. Sensing it, he playfully bit her skin. She was holding on to him, he was her strength, her love.
"House, we need to stop now" she whispered "we're not doing it here"
"It's just a kiss"
"It's never just a kiss with you"
They were standing close, legs touching, hands playing.
"I want you" he said
"I'm not having sex with you in an elevator"
"We could go somewhere else"
She chuckled, kissed him softly.
"Thank you for the rose" she whispered "we're really doing it?" she asked, almost breathless.
"Mont St Michel, yep"
Her smile was immense. Her love was beyond simple words. They share one last long kiss before she pushed the emergency button again. Soon, they arrived to the fourth floor.
"See you tonight, sunshine"