Hello!
Long time no see...
November has been hectic as predicted. December should be a bit better and I'm hoping to be able to get back on the writing saddle.
In the meantime, here's a new drabble that I'm not particularly happy with, but I've spent enough time trying to fix it (and you can't always like what you write. C'est la vie. There'll be better drabbles ahead. :P) It's set during the famous ass scene in 3.15 'Half-Wit'.
Thank you for reading!
56. Good luck.
"I'm here if you need me."
"I need you."
Without a moment's hesitation, Cuddy raised herself on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around him. He diligently rested his chin on her shoulder, but let his arms go limp along his flanks.
She tried to hold on to this moment for as long as possible – she knew him, and he would be quick to pull away – cataloguing every sensory information. He smelled like, well, himself. The wool of his coat was coarse under her palms. His shoulders were so broad she felt tiny trying to contain all of him between her arms.
Involuntarily, she wondered if it were the last time he let her hug him. If the treatment in Boston didn't work…
Dread had been squeezing her heart for the past few days. House was dying. Maybe he didn't mean it when he said he needed her, but he owed her this.
"I've been wanting to do this for a long time," she whispered before she covered with her lips the scar in his neck from when he got shot. She could feel the thickness of it through her lips and it made her chest ache.
The past year had been difficult. Some lunatic shot him. The ketamine wore off. The whole Tritter thing happened. Now this. She couldn't think of a single day when she didn't worry about him.
"Don't die on me, House," she mouthed.
Maybe he was feeling a little bad that this was all a lie, House realised as she held him as though her life depended on it, even though she'd tried to be casual about it (and even though she thought he couldn't hear her).
He finally moved his hands. Before she could understand what he was doing, he gave her ass a firm squeeze and proclaimed that it was one small feel for man, but one giant ass for mankind.
She grinned and pulled away. "Thanks. Good luck in Boston."
He nodded. "It'll be fine."
"If you say so…" She gave him a small smile, and headed towards her bedroom.
If he didn't lose his humour, then she could believe him.
"Call the Make-A-Wish foundation," she quipped as she heard his footfalls behind her. House grinned and turned back towards the door.