A/N: Never been here before, I swear! Maybe it's a one-time event?
Disclaimer: Not mine. Figures.
The evening started out as usually. He dared to pick up the phone on the fifth ring.
"Not coming."
He heard her slow intake of breath, followed by a few muttered syllables he couldn't quite put his finger on, but... it didn't matter.
He was good guessing other people's curses.
"Porcupine? Nice. Never heard that one before."
"Oh, please. Don't tell me it slipped your mind how those itchy-bitchy pigs are called nowadays."
His eyebrows shot up. Someone seemed to have had a very lovely day. Well, technically it was night by now. Good chance she was in the mood for a little bit of dancing.
"Are you even listening? House! I can hear you, damnit."
Yeah, but you can't see me.
Smiling smugly, he put the phone down, abadoning his cane and hobbling to the kitchen instead. Getting on Wilson's nerves was fun. Making nurses cry while in the clinic for a few minutes was fun.
Annoying Cuddy was... also fun. And fun was much needed tonight, so he would make sure he got it.
He grabbed his car keys from the counter, stuffing them into his pocket without a second thought.
In the living room, he could still hear her screaming madly into the reciever.
He'd accidentally forgotten to shut the phone off.
Twenty minutes later, he was on her doorstep. Again. The rain that had been pouring down all through the day was finally tuned down to a fine, hazy fog, but it was still wet. Too wet for his liking. Especially without the help of his cane.
He could tell the knock had startled her, but she didn't look extremely surprised to see him. Years of experience, her disapproving frown told him in an instance.
Sad, lonely days without your fun bags, his leering grin shot back at her. And without your enourmus ass.
"I was out sick, not curling around a stripper's pole. What the hell has gotten into you now?"
He nearly told her then. But he finally settled for the less confusing answer.
"Gravity, my dear. Just imagine all those stars, floating around freely in the great, black and utterly lonely athmosphere... must be heaven."
She blinked. Once, twice. And then laughed.
"Is that all you can imagine? God, and I defended your supposed brightness. What else is on your mind, Mr. Oh-So-Shiny?"
"You."
Her mouth hung open. With great effort, she pulled herself together, gripping the doorframe much harder than before. It was only now he noticed how pale her face had really become, how little pearls of sweat had formed on her forehad. How she was hanging on the door for dear life.
"Cuddy?"
She didn't respond.
He repeated her name, louder this time. Maybe she hadn't heard him.
"Cuddy?" But there was still no reaction.
"Lisa?"
"Show me," she whispered. "Show me how much."
So he did.
He took a tentative step forward, for once at a loss of words. But then she smiled.
It was a little, encouring gesture. He understood. In an instance, he was in front of her, pushing her back inside, giving in. She asked... so he'd comply.
Without preamble, his lips were on hers, his tongue evading her mouth in an utterly possessive way, making her moan slightly with the sheer force of it. He took her hands, pinning them above her head, his body crushing into hers, his mouth hot on her skin.
Tugging, grasping. A forceful, painfully tight grip on her wrists, marring the tender skin, not leaving any room for arguments. Words lacking the meaning, gasping, confessions. Desire. Truth. Pain.
It was all they would ever be.
FIN
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