Hello! Long time no see... My finals are coming up in about a month, so I haven't had time to write anything new. But hopefully I'll be able to publish another until then. Thank you for your patience!

This drabble is set in early season 7. I think it's one of my favourites thus far, so I'll just let you read and hope that you enjoy it as well!

64. I think you're beautiful.

Over the years, Cuddy had had several occasions to see House's body.

There was, of course, their encounter in med school. The shortness of it hadn't given her time to look at his body in detail, but she definitely remembered the long fingers and the soft palms, the muscular arms and broad shoulders, the narrow waist and strong thighs, the thick cock and tight ass.

Around the time of his infarction she'd seen whatever wasn't covered by the hospital gown: his legs, his arms, his chest when she'd shocked his heart back into sinus rhythm. She'd lamented that the gowns nowadays closed on the front: how many times during her residency had patients mooned her, accidentally or not…

After she hired him there were the rare occasions when he only wore tee-shirts to work and she could enjoy the sight of his arms (and those veins, my God – every nurse's wet dream), or when he opened his shirt particularly low and she could get a teasing shot of his chest. More seldom, he fooled around and ended up in hospital, wearing the same gowns that still, sadly, closed on the front. As time passed and their bond grew tighter, she casually caught intimate glimpses of bits of skin – his calves, the small of his back. Then there was the one occasion when he'd dropped his pants to willingly show her his scar.

She could, without blushing, assert that she'd seen quite a lot of his body.

But ever since that fateful night in Trenton, he hadn't let her see his thigh.

When she'd washed him and undressed him, he'd let her, too emotionally vulnerable to be shy about it. During the day, he'd been in too good a mood to care.

But now, he hid his legs under sheets, quickly put his clothing on, slept on the right side of the bed, covered his scar with his hand in the bath until he was sure she wasn't looking at his legs

And it was absurd to her that he would be ashamed of such a gorgeous body. Granted, he didn't have the muscles of his youth, but where he'd lost defined, sharp lines, he'd gained a bit of noble softness that she liked just as much. And even with his bum leg, he took care of his body. He had nothing to be ashamed of.

Something had to be done.

That morning, she decided to join him in the shower.

Hearing her coming in, he subtly turned away.

"Hi," she whispered, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She kissed his shoulder blade. "'You washed up yet?"

He shook his head. "I was just thinking about you." Grinning, she grabbed the soap, and began to wash the back of his neck. She then moved on to his back, his ass, then knelt down to wash the back of his legs.

Standing back up, she tapped his shoulder, but he was reluctant to turn to her.

"If you turn around, I'll give you a handjob."

He smirked. "Make it a blowjob," he bargained, as he however turned around, covering his scar with his hand.

She didn't say a thing and began by washing his face, rubbing her thumbs across his cheeks like she'd dry his tears, returning the funny face that he pulled at her. She washed his shoulders, his torso, his sex, his left arm. He didn't move his right arm, so she worked around that. But then it was time to wash his legs, and he wouldn't move his hand.

"House," she said softly. He didn't look at her. "I don't care about the scar."

"It's ugly," he whispered eventually.

"And I don't like my knees, they're too bony."

"It's not the same thing."

"I know," she admitted. "But I know you love them anyway. That you love all of me."

"Well, it's not my favourite part of you, but sure," he deflected, unable to admit that he did worship all of her – even her knees. But the intensity of the moment got to him, and he looked at her.

"Your thigh isn't my favourite part of you, either," she said, then added, trying to defuse the tension, "I mean, I am obsessed with your hot, tight ass." He had a quick smirk. There was a pause. "I think you're beautiful. I love all of you, too," she whispered before kissing his lips.

When she pulled away, he'd removed his hand.