Hello everyone! This is the penultimate drabble of this series (so far!), the last one will be published this weekend. School starts on Monday, I probably won't have time to write anything more by then.
However!
I am going to be able to update From The Cradle To The Grave within two weeks, and since drabbles aren't as time consuming, I will try my best to write some more. Only downside is, I won't be able to update this series as frequently.
In the meantime, this one is set in season 7 episode 2. I hope you will enjoy it!
18. Can I hold your hand?
They were walking side by side across the parking lot, heading to their vehicles to get home, when Cuddy sensed that something was missing. They had been a couple for two days now, but it didn't feel like it. From an outsider's point of view, they were colleagues going home after a long day at work.
"Can I hold your hand?" she blurted.
"You're asking me?" She frowned, stopped walking. He did the same, a couple of steps ahead of her. "Last time I held your hand, you let go immediately."
Her mind went back to them walking to the elevators and her insisting they don't let their private lives interfere with work and him grabbing her ass. "Wait. You're mad about that?"
"I'm not," he said with a scowl.
"I was afraid someone would see us. Before we had time to get to HR."
"Well can I hold your hand now?"
"Well, yeah, since I'm asking."
"You don't have to ask, woman. Just take my hand."
She blushed. "Isn't it going to make walking trickier for you?"
House rolled his eyes, took her hand and pulled her with him. "I don't walk, I limp."
"Right."
"And no."
"Alright."
They kept walking. She held tighter on to his hand as he swung their conjoined arms backwards and forwards to ease his limping, and grinned.