A/N This is just something that came to me on a sunny day.
-Addy
Sunlight wafted comfortably through the curtains of the open window, and a gentle breeze ambled into the room, sending a warm, luxurious shiver through Lisa Cuddy. With a flutter of eyelids, she wakes to the feeling of her lover clambering into bed beside her. She can tell from the shadow of the tree outside and the bright, blue sky outside her house that it is mid-afternoon, probably around 3:00 P.M. But she was warm and snuggled into a cocoon made by sheets and blankets, and she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Only one thing would get her eyes open in the slow heat of this day.
That one thing kissed her nose sweetly, filling her head with his scent.
She opened one eye, smiled, and opened them both fully, staring up at him with the look of a lazy, contented cat. "Hey," House whispered to his lover, stroking the soft skin of her cheek with the pad of his thumb.
"Mmm," she replied, letting her eyes adjust to the light slowly. When she opened her eyes again she was looking up into a face creased with worry.
"Are you okay, Lise?" he asked her softly, pushing a curl of brunette hair out of her face. He was being over-protective, he knew, but she was carrying his kids, after all.
"Just tired," she replied nonchalantly, trying to untangle herself from the blankets, but without much success. House smiled and pulled the blankets away from her petite frame, letting the humind air touch her warm flesh. She wore only a white tank-top and underwear, exposing much of her large, rounded abdomen to him. He rubbed the taut skin of her belly; it felt nice. She made a noise much akin to a purr and curled up beside him. He smiled, drawing her into his side with open arms.
"Have you burned down my hospital, yet?" she asked warily. He smirked.
"Not for lack of trying. Curse Wilson and his ability to show up just in time to save the day. Must be part of that 'white knight complex' of his."
Lisa smiled at this and cuddled closer into his side, reaching her lips up to caress his in a gentle, soft show of affection. "Don't worry, the only white knight I want is you," she murmured sleepily, and kind of ruined the affect with a cavernous yawn. She had never looked so adorable in her life, House decided.
She rolled over, then, directing herself to lay exactly on top of him. She had taken to sleeping there, laying her cheek over his heart and tangling her legs with his. He didn't mind, quite the opposite actually, and stroked the small of her back with gentle hands. He had never expected this would be the path his life took, but he definitely wasn't complaining. It was as if a series of little earthquakes had brought them together, and now not even the biggest jarring of their lives would bring them apart. His hand moved up to her belly, stroking it once more as he had so often done in the past five months. "Mine," he whispered to Lisa, not even sure if she was still awake.
But then he felt her small hand join his, and her gentle reply. "Ours," she corrected. House then rolled her onto her back, stabilizing himself over her, and kissed her deeply, softly, passionately. She issued a noncommittal noise from the back of her throat and they soon parted for oxygen. His hand gently caressed her face, then, and again he spoke.
"Mine," he murmured, but more firmly this time. Her hand rested atop his on her temple, and she replied just as gently as before.
"Yours."