Hello everyone!

Here is a new drabble for you. It's really silly and really short and there's not much of a plot... But I hope you'll like it anyway. It's set in season 7.

Also, quick warning: school is gonna be NUTS in November (and possibly all the way until early January?), I'm a few drabbles ahead but I don't know if I'm going to be able to publish consistently.

Thank you for the feedback you left last time. See you guys soon!

54. I don't mind.

She'd first started borrowing his things the night after Trenton.

Granted, confessing her love for him had been a bit of a spur-of-the-moment decision, and she hadn't brought a change of clothes. Borrowing his tee-shirt (and his robe, pyjamas, shirt, etc. etc.) had proven to be necessary.

House hadn't complained, of course. She looked damn cute in that blue shirt. And in those oversized pyjamas pants. And in his tee-shirt.

Time went on, summer began, and she started wearing only his tee-shirts around the apartment. Then it was September, and as it got cooler, she borrowed his shirts, sometimes his underwear, sometimes his pyjamas pants. She wore them after sex, when they would hang out together in the bedroom or the living-room, and he was free to admire the parts of her that his clothing gracefully bared: a shoulder here and there, the dip of her chest beneath her clavicle, a slim and elegant wrist, long, toned legs and agile feet.

Soon after, winter followed (and so did their six month anniversary, somehow they'd made it to that milestone). She borrowed sweaters he never wore, hoodies, even socks when tucking her feet between his calves wasn't enough to warm her up. When she wasn't around, he fished the clothing that she borrowed out of the laundry basket and filled his lungs with her smell and sometimes put them back on, well aware that she wore his clothes for the same reason.

One night, Cuddy was quietly going through one of his drawers as he lay dozing in bed. When she found what she was looking for, she turned around, aware of his eyes on her.

"Mind if I borrow this?" she whispered, holding up a piece of garment that he couldn't discern.

He smiled. "I don't mind."