Chapter 6
The orchestra struck up a pleasant staccato, classical melody and as the music grew louder, Cuddy's tenseness melted away. To give her anxiety a final send-off, she leaned towards House and pointed at a cellist on the far right, asking, "Is that a man or a woman? Because I'm having the hardest time figuring it out."
Unconsciously, her knee touched House's knee gently. She could feel the smoothness of his slacks against her bare legs and felt an odd sensation about her. She was wondering why, and glanced down quickly. Cuddy realized why, and immediately felt embarrassed. But once again, she was rooted to the spot. She wasn't going to, nor did she want to, (though, her mind argued against her with this one) if House didn't notice. She quickly glanced over at her "date". If he had noticed, then he was doing a marvelous job masking it. If he hadn't noticed…well, all the better for her, correct? Cuddy mentally slapped herself.
What was she doing? House was a brilliant diagnostician and she was just having one night with him. Oh. That sounded wrong. Her mind started to wander again. It didn't matter that the diagnostician's hair was tousled, (though, she thought that he had tried to smooth it down. She wouldn't dare ask, though), gave her an intense feeling to see what would happen if she ran her hands through his hair. His intense blue eyes, even in the darkness of the concert hall, she could imagine his eyes piercing into the performers, his nose, his thin lips, which were pressed into a small grin, and there was barely a hint of a shadow among his strong, usually stubbled jaw. Although, Cuddy had to admit, that, House did look good with the stubble.
And the tux…Oh…She blinked. She smiled slightly.
Well, they certainly had the saying right. Men, do look good in uniform. And Greg House had certainly put a new twist onto that one. Not only did he look stunningly handsome, in his own way, he also looked rugged. But what a wonderful 'rugged' that was.
The grin was back, and Gregory House felt like he was floating. He just barely heard what Cuddy was saying; she was so close to him, it was so nice, so comforting. To close in the distance, House tilted his head towards Cuddy, his face facing the orchestra.
"That one? Man. Definitely male. Possibly confused about his sexuality though." He murmured, only loud enough so Cuddy could hear.
She looked absolutely beautiful. The woman Lisa Cuddy was absolutely intrigued House. The strong, righteous, businesswoman that she was, she looked absolutely sexy in all of it. In everything that she did. She was as close to perfect as anyone could get.
Maybe, except for the fact that she was desperate for a man.
Desperate for a family.
Desperate for a child.
He chose a different perspective. House breathed in her scent again. It wasn't strong, it merely gave the faintest trails, and it drew him in even closer. Her dark brown hair, flowing down to her shoulders, was gently caressing her back. House idly wondered what it would be like to caress Cuddy like that. Her dark blue eyes, so very big, so very bright, and so very full of life. But it also hinted loneliness, a bit of weariness, and a speck of neediness, and an understanding of life, very much like himself. Down to her lips, which were upturned into a magnificent smile, and gave House a feeling of joy. (Which was, of course, very odd for him). Her neck, her shoulders, and…Ah. The produce section. His grin stretched slightly, but he moved down soon after. Those were the end effects of many of his jokes. But, ah…her legs. Beautifully shaped, smooth, and best of all, their legs were touching.
That was the best part.
His blue eyes blinked multiple times. Oh. Right. Where was he? Right. He was at a concert.
He was so close to her. So close. He hadn't been this close to her in years. It was such an odd feeling. It was odd, and yet, it felt easy. It felt right.