Celeste

Hello, it's me. I'm still alive and fine. I know I'm a terrible specimen of human being for not updating in almost a year but my last year of high school has just concluded and I'm left studying like a mofo for the exams. But I warn you, I have one last exam on the 5th, Hugh's concert on the 15 and then I'm all yours :)

You have to thank Sheis1963 for talking me (I say spanking me) into writing this update. It's rather short, I know, but I'll make it up to you. Thanks for sticking by :)

Previously on Celeste...

"Soooo... House, are you joining us for dinner?" the girl asked.

"I..."

"If you say no, I'm going to be very pissed." she continued. Cuddy smiled softly at him and placed her hand on his arm.

"I don't have much of a choice, now do I?" he said, plopping down on the couch and smiling at the girl.

To Cuddy it just felt right.

Chapter 11

Thirty minutes later, almost all the food ordered was already gone from the coffee table. Celeste was sitting on the ground, currently studying the texture of the carped underneath her. Cuddy was nibbling on her fortune biscuit, sitting a bit stiffly in one corner of the small couch. House was slumped on the other side of it, twirling his cane between his knees absent mindedly.

"I should probably head back upstairs." Celeste mumbled, stretching her arms over her head.

"I won't even try to talk you out of it... I already know that you're not going to listen to anyone but yourself." Cuddy said, eating the last bit of her cookie.

"Girl has got quite an attitude." House commented, smirking at the girl. Celeste shook her head in fake disbelief and put a hand on her heart.

"That's quite offensive, House, dear." she said, smirking, her posh English accent kicking back in for a second. House chuckled and stood up when Celeste did the same.

"I'm coming up with you." he stated. "Gotta check on my patient before heading out." he then turned to Cuddy. "You stopping by tonight?"

Cuddy smiled at him, before her eyes spotted the smirk on Celeste's lips.

"I don't know... I still have a couple things to take care of ." the doctor lied.

"Lisa... go home! I know you've been sleeping in your office for the last few nights because of me. Go home, shower, relax and enjoy your hot boyfriend." the girl said.

Cuddy chocked on her drink before staring at the girl now standing by the door, waving dramatically her good bye. House merely chuckled and followed the girl out of the office but not before sharing a meaningful look with Cuddy.

"Remind me how you got me to watch this thing..." Cuddy mumbled, her eyes heavy from sleep peeking out from under the covers.

"This is no thing Cuddy. This is he best show out there." House replied, eyes boring into the screen.

"Mmmm, if you say so." she mumbled, snuggling closer to the man.

"Shhh... here comes the best part."

"What's this?" the dinner guest asked.

"Rabbit." replied the host matter of factly.

"Should have run faster."

"Yes, it should have"

Flashback to a man being chased by someone then to Hannibal's kitchen where he's cooking some extremely sophisticated plate. Back to present to Hannibal smirking and drinking red wine.

"Why do you find cannibalism so attractive?" Cuddy asked, grimacing.

"I don't find it attractive. It's interesting how humans frown upon cannibalism when we're nothing more but animals ourselves." he replied, stuffing some more popcorns in his mouth.

"Do you think it tastes any different? Human flesh..." she asked, leaning on her elbows before sitting next to him, back against the headboard.

"Why, Cuddy? Wanna try it out?" House asked, bumping her shoulder with his.

"God, no." she immediately replied. "Do you?"

"No need to do that." he replied flatly.

"What?" she almost spat out. House stared at her for a while, his poker face on. When he saw her breathing becoming slightly irregular, he broke into a long loud laugh.

"Oh you jackass! For a moment I thought you actually ate someone's little finger or whatever..." Cuddy said, smacking his biceps, before laying back down and turning her back to him.

"Someone's little finger? Seriously Cuddy?" House sniggered. "Don't you think I have better taste?" he asked, turning the television off. He smiled against her shoulder as she leaned her back against his chest, feeling her muscles relax against his. When she didn't reply, he gently bit the skin of her neck before soothing the red mark with his tongue and a final lingering kiss.

"Stop nibbling on me. I'm not an appetizer" Cuddy said, turning her head slightly to catch a glimpse of him.

"Like you didn't like that" he mumbled against his pillow.

"I didn't say that." she replied, taking his hand in hers and guiding it around her stomach, snuggling into the embrace.

"And you taste better than the any human flesh I have ever tasted" House whispered against her neck.

"I'll take that as a compliment. Now, hush. I need my beauty sleep."

After a couple minutes House spoke again.

"Remind me to bring The Cook, The Thief, her wife and his lover next time I'm coming over..."

"House..." Cuddy whined.

"At the end Helen Mirren has her on-screen husband eat her lover's di... ouch!" House yelped in pain as a pissed off but slightly satisfied Cuddy pinched his nipple through his T-shirt, before laying back down, once again snaking his arm around her waist.

The next morning, Cuddy managed to arrive to work just in time for her first meeting with one of the board members. House had her pinned against the bathroom wall for greatest part of the hour long shower she didn't really intend to take and she managed to stop him from pinning her once again against the fridge when she reached for the soy milk at breakfast.

Thinking of it, they were doing great and even though, the sex was fantastic, their relationship didn't seem to revolve around it. Well, except maybe for that morning. Cuddy tried to hide the smirk from the sixty-something woman trying to convince the Dean of Medicine that having an Elvis inspired ball would be perfect for raising founds.

It was nearly eleven when Cuddy finally managed to stumble out of the woman's umpteenth embrace so that she could make her way upstairs to check on Celeste. She wanted to surprise her and take her out for lunch but when she arrived at Mr Thompson's room, no one was there. Not a single soul.

Cuddy reached for the glass door but stopped dead in her track when she didn't spot a single sign of the girl's presence.

"Sarah..." she called, walking to the nearest nurses' station. "Were there any tests scheduled for Mr. Thompson this morning?" she asked the nurse, who in return stared at her blankly.

"Dr. Cuddy, Mr. Thompson passed away during the night." Sarah informed the Doctor.

Cuddy turned around to look at the room, hand covering her mouth, a soft sob shaking her minute figure.
In that moment, the lift's door opened revealing House. As soon as his eyes spotted Cuddy, he limped towards her and let her fall against his chest.