Own Nothing.
Chapter Ten.
They sat in silence as House drove towards he home, she stared out the window making a mental checklist of all the things she'll need for the baby, the crib, diapers, the list grew in her sighed, rubbing her forehead, glancing from the corner of her eye at House. "Okay, go ahead and ask." She wiggled in her seat, waiting for him to speak.
"Okay, two lies and a truth."
"Isn't it the other way around?" Hermione asked, looking at him.
"I decided to switch it up." He glanced at her, "Unless you actually want to just tell me everything."
"You couldn't handle it." Hermione sighed, playing with the ends of her hair. "Sometimes I can't myself, and I lived through it." She stretched, looking at him fully, as if sizing him up. "Okay. Two lies and a truth. I was married. I was in love with him and he left me."
"Which is the truth?" House asked.
"That I was married." Hermione stated, as they pulled onto their street. "It was an arranged marriage, a business deal, and I grew up hating him. The only good thing to come out of it all was the divorce, left his arse as soon as I could."
"How long were the two of you married?" He asked, pulling into his parking spot. They sat there in silence as he waited for an answer.
"Eleven years." Hermione sighed, "I waited eleven years to leave him, and I've never been so happy."
"Why take so long?" He asked, as they gout out of the car, it was closing on one A.M, and he had to stifle a yawn.
"I think, Dr. House, that you need to start working for your answers. I cant just keep giving them away." Hermione raised her eyebrow, smirking.
"Really?" He thought about it for a moment. "What kind of work are we talking about here, because its manuel labor then I need to call my union leader."
"You owe me a date."
"A date?" House tilted his head to the side. "What did you have in mind?"
"Breakfast, here, in the morning." Hermione walked towards her steps to her door, she turned back at him and winked. "Wear an apron?" She laughed as she opened the door.
"Does anything have to be under it?" He shouted loudly, almost enough to wake the neighbor hood.
"It's up to you!" Hermione shouted back, waving at him before closing the door.
He gave a small smile, limping up towards his door, as he got his keys out, his glanced at the door step next to his. "Looks like I got a date." He walked inside of his house, and went to bed.
It was the next morning and she woke up to the smell of cooking in her home, at first, she was alert, silently freaking out until she remembered that House was making her breakfast. She got up form bed, took a quick trip to the bathroom to brush her teeth and pee, then walked into the kitchen. "So you decided to wear clothes with your apron?" She smirked, sitting down at the bar.
He glanced up from the pan to see Hermione in the kitchen. "I didn't want the health inspector shutting us down."
"Damn that pesky health inspector." Hermione smirked as House handed her a cup of coffee. "Do you go into work today?"
"Nope, I called in. I told Cuddy that you were very upset and needed someone's shoulder to cry on." He stated as he fixed the eggs.
"You're lying." Hermione muttered into her coffee cup.
"I told her we got drunk and had hangovers. Which is not a lie on my part. She told me not to influence you with my wild ways more then I have to." He glanced over his shoulder. "Where's your plates?"
"You found the food and the pan, but not the plates?" Hermione laughed, moving around the bar into the main kitchen. She walked pass him and stood in front of the cabinet. "There right here." She stood on her tiptoes and opened the cabinet. She normally would just use magic for this, but she couldn't do it in front of him. She could barely reach it. "I'm a little short."
"You're not the only thing." House replied, and Hermione turned around to see him staring at her but. She only had on a over sized sweat shirt and when she wasn't reaching for things, it fit right, but now it showed her white, lacy panties. "Don't mind me, I'm enjoying your apartment with a great view." He smirked
Hermione rolled her eyes. "House, can you get the plates please? Or else we can't eat."
"We can eat out of the pan." He suggested.
Hermione raised an eyebrow at him. "You're such a man." She rolled her eyes at him, and walked over to the table and grabbed a chair.
"I can prove it to you to." He wiggled his eyebrows, watching as she set the chair on the floor and climbed on top of it, bracing herself on the counter as she reached the top shelf. "Why put the plates so high up, if you can't reach them?" He asked as she handed down plates for them to use.
"For your pleasure." She replied sarcastically. She jumped down from the chair, tripping on her own feet when she turned around, spinning into House's arms. She blushed, staring up into his eyes. "Like I said, pleasure."
He smirked, "I can find other ways of pleasure the a high shelf and you."
Hermione returned the smirk, before glancing over his shoulder. "You eggs are burning."
His eyes widen a little."Crap." He let go of her and turned to his eggs. "Well they're ruined, might as well start over."
"I got a better idea." Hermione stated, causing him to look at her. She raised an eyebrow in question, pulling on his apron. She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. "We can order out later." She pulled him to the bed room where they finished what they started the night before.