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I'm back with another drabble! It is pretty short, but there may be a longer one coming up in a few days.

If you're looking for more House/Cuddy/Rainy weekend things, may I suggest Rain, Rain, Go Away by cryptictac, which is one of my favourites? fanfiction dot net /s/4967424/

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24. You're warm.

"'You getting up?"

House forced his eyes open, only to find that Cuddy had pulled the curtains open, revealing a devastatingly bright daylight. It could have been worse, he realised as he heard the rain pound heavily against the window. She could have woken him up with the glaring sun.

"It's 8 am on a Sunday morning," he replied drowsily. "And it's raining. It's not a day I want to spend out of bed."

He felt her kiss his forehead before she left the room, and he moved his head onto her pillow, barely aware of the blissful fact that he was going back to sleep, sprawled onto his stomach.

Cuddy, always the early riser, had been awake around seven. She'd completed her yoga routine, hoovered around the house – which her boyfriend had seemingly not heard, bless him – and was now making breakfast. She got a pot of coffee started, hoping the smell would entice House out of bed, but she knew full well that he wouldn't join her until at least noon.

She sat at the kitchen table however, ate her cereals and sipped her tea, enjoying the quietness. The rain hadn't let on, and she instinctively pulled her oversized cardigan tighter against her frame.

Maybe it was the weather, maybe it was the fact that her mind kept drifting to her lover's warm arms just a few feet away, but it felt impossible to stand up and catch up on work. It would be raining all day, she figured, and getting a laundry started would be a waste of time. Taking a walk or gardening was out of the question, too. A shower didn't appeal to her in the least. She was filled with something halfway between peace and weariness – maybe it was a mix of both – and all she wanted to do was to sit back and make the most of it.

House was briefly awoken by Cuddy crawling back into bed.

"You were right," she said as she settled on her flank, facing him, and pulled the covers above her shoulders. As they shared her pillow, he felt her warm breath sweep his cheek. "It's not a day that should be spent out of bed."

"'Told you." He wrapped his arm around her waist and brought her closer to his chest.

"Oh, you're warm," she sighed contentedly.

No, she wouldn't be getting out of bed that morning.