Just a short breather whilst I write Wilson and House's testimonies! X
House went home with Cuddy that evening. He knew Wilson wanted some time to practice his answers to the questions he knew about. He and Cuddy lay together on her single bed, him lying against the wall, his arm around her shoulders. They were both fully dressed, just enjoying being in each other's arms after so long apart.
"Whatever happens tomorrow, I love you" Cuddy stretched to whisper in his ear. He rolled over slightly so he was almost on top of her.
"I will never stop loving you, Lisa Cuddy" he whispered back. She reached up and unbuttoned his half undone shirt. He let her. Taking the hint, she pulled it up over his head, followed by his t-shirt, and he removed hers. He leant down and they kissed passionately. Both sets of breathing became laboured as they kissed harder and deeper, removing each other's clothes. House felt free, as though he'd been waiting to be back with her since he left.
Morning came too quickly for them. The sun rose weakly until it entered the room through the light blue curtains. Cuddy groaned and rolled in House's arms to face him.
"Morning sleepy head" she whispered
"Morning" he moaned, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. His thick hair stood up on one side, and Cuddy smiled. Ever since they were seventeen, she'd been amazed to be in a relationship with Greg House. Nothing had changed. She kissed him gently, inhaling his morning breath happily.
"You okay about today?" she whispered
"I... I'm worried, Lisa. I don't think I can..."
"Of course you can. You're Gregory House, leader of men"
"Leaders of men don't get stage fright"
"Oh, it's the speaking you're worried about?"
"Not principally, but it's there. I hate public speaking. I can feel everyone judging me. Throw in what I'm talking about, and it's making me... Nervous"
"You'll be okay, House. We're going to win this. He'll go to jail"
"I hope so. I really, really hope so" they got up, and Cuddy made breakfast for House and her father. Kent Cuddy was already downstairs, reading the paper. He smiled at his daughter and accepted her offer of toast. House sat down opposite him at the table. He knew Kent had never liked him, not since he'd caught them kissing when Lisa'd told him House was gay.
"I've been watching the trial on court TV. You have a good chance, I think"
"Thank you sir"
"You're up today, right?"
"Yup"
"Good luck"
"Thanks" they ate their toast in an awkward silence. House and Cuddy left quickly to walk to the Wilson's. The others were just getting into the car when they arrived, and thy hopped in. Cuddy sat beside House by the window, and watched the light cross his eyes and they changed colour from the intense deep blue to very bight to the colour you'd paint a baby's bedroom. He was very handsome, even as he frowned, doubtless running the trial through in his head. The car was mainly silent as everyone worried about it, and let the boys think about their own turns. It was more tense than it had been on any morning that week. When they finally arrived and tumbled out of the car, Rowan took House aside.
"Look Greg, I know you can do this"
"I dunno. I can't stand there and tell everyone! I can't face him. I'm a coward!" House clutched at his face, allowing himself to spill everything. "Picks is going to attack everything I say. What happens if they don't believe me? If everyone thinks I made it up?"
"No one who matters thinks that. Think about it, everyone you care about is in that car. We all believe you, we all believe in you"
"My mom doesn't"
"I'm not so sure anymore. She was very upset, Greg. I think she might have realised how much she missed"
"Let go inside, yeah?" House said, avoiding. They followed the others inside just as the doors to the courtroom opened. 9 o'clock was here. Out of time.
