Hello everyone!
First off: I wish you all a very happy new year! Thank you for sticking with me all along 2015. (Hopefully 2016 is the year that will see the epilogue of From The Cradle To The Grave!) Thank you for your feedback, for adding my story/ies into your favourites and/or alerts, for just reading. It really means a lot to me, and I will never tire of saying it.
Now onto the drabble: it's set in season seven. And... I can't remember what inspired it. It just sort of happened.
Well, I hope you'll enjoy this one. See you guys later!
23. It's not heavy. I'm stronger than I look.
Cuddy sighed.
The guy rarely ever helped her with groceries, but when he did, there was always that one item that ended up on the top shelf – in this case, it was the flour.
She considered climbing on the kitchen counter, or maybe grab a chair and stand on top of it, when said guy limped in and opened the fridge, whistling distractedly.
"House," she called out. "will you get the flour for me?"
He leaned backwards, looked at the open cupboard. "Why d'you put it on the top shelf if you know you can't reach it?"
"You put it there," she replied, mildly irritated. "Remember? Last weekend? You helped me put the groceries away?"
"Oh." He thought about it for a second, closed the fridge door, and hooked his cane on a drawer handle. Just when she thought he'd lift his arm and grab the bag, he bent over, wrapped his arms around her knees, and lifted her instead.
She yelped and grabbed his shoulders. "Put me down!"
"Your ass may be enormous but," he said, his voice muffled by her stomach. "it's not heavy. I'm stronger than I look."
"We're going to fall!"
"Shut up and grab the flour." Cuddy turned towards the cupboard and did as she was told. "Got it?"
"Got it." He set her down on the counter, struggling to catch his breath. She chuckled and put two fingers on his carotid.
"Stronger than you look, huh? 'You okay?" He nodded. "Oh, House. Is there anything that you do like a normal person?"
"Well, certain things, yes," he said as he stepped between her legs and leaned towards her. He kissed her smile and she eagerly responded when he deepened the kiss, tangling his hands in her hair. He pulled her against him, his hands wandering across her back. He eventually pulled away, and touched the tip of her nose with his fingertip.
"What…" Out of the tail of her eye, she noticed the bag of flour sitting beside her, torn open. As she painfully understood what he'd just done, she craned her neck and caught a glimpse of the white streaks on her black sweater. "You little shit," she gasped. House raised his hands and limped away with a wink. "You can't outrun me!" she exclaimed as she dipped her hands in the bag of flour.
"Can't blame a cripple for trying!" Cuddy jumped after him and managed to wipe her hands on the back of his shirt just as he exited the kitchen – and swatted his backside for good measure.