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This drabble is based on two 'ways', as I was planning to use them for yet another college AU. I figured, why not use both?
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17. Can I have this dance? / I'll walk you home.
Most people thought Lisa Cuddy didn't party – unlike this guy at the bookstore with the insanely blue eyes – what with all the time she spent studying. It wasn't entirely untrue, come to think of it. When she heard there'd be a party on campus that night, she did take into account how much stuff she had yet to get done, and decided she could afford one night out.
She also had it on good intel that bookstore guy would be there.
Surely enough, she saw him standing alone at the bar. And he saw her right away, too. She wondered if he'd noticed that she'd been following him this past week. For the time being, she focused on dancing with her friends, and joined him at the bar when she needed a refreshment.
He looked at her with his arms crossed, leaning against the bar, while she picked up a drink.
"Hi. Lisa Cuddy," she said as she held out her hand.
Bookstore guy smirked and shook it. His hands felt firm and smooth at the same time. "I know. Greg House." She took a sip.
"By the way, I noticed you've cheated off me in endocrinology class today."
"And I noticed you've been following me. Looks like we're even."
She'd had time to observe him; he was sarcastic, when people bored him he looked away and moved on. But Greg House looked right into her eyes with an amused smirk.
"Can I have this dance?" he asked as he turned to the dancefloor, knowing she would say yes. And, well, she couldn't prove him wrong, could she?
Their chemistry was undeniable. It felt like a magnetic pull. Never had her body been so in-sync with anyone else's.
And when they slow-danced, well, the entire world ceased to exist.
"I should probably go," she eventually said as she checked her wristwatch.
"Why? Worried you'll turn into a pumpkin?"
She smiled. "Got a lot of studying to get done tomorrow."
He nodded, understanding. "I'll walk you home," he said as he grabbed the leather jacket he'd abandoned on the back of a stool.
They didn't talk much on the way back to her dorm room, but she enjoyed having him close to her. She felt safe – not that campus was a particularly dangerous place.
She opened her door wide, leaned against the door frame. "You wanna come in for a drink?"
That amused, interested smirk again.
Bookstore guy leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips. Sparks flied like it were the Fourth of July.
"Is this okay?" he whispered as he pulled away. She nodded.
"I actually don't have anything to drink."
The smirk widened as she took his hand and pulled him inside.