Hi guys!

Sorry for the delay. I have definitely neglected those short stories, since I've been working on my cross-over (which, as House-less pointed out to me the other day, you guys might not know about if you don't have an account on here or if you're not subscribed to me, since it doesn't show up on House page? So I'm going to shamelessly self-promote real quick: it's a cross-over with The Good Doctor, 100% Huddy, pretty damn sad at first, but it gets better, and I'm really really excited to show you the next chapters. Please check it out if you haven't? :D)

Now about this story: it's set in early season 7. And, uh, yeah, it's cute.

Thank you for the feedback you left last time. I'm hoping to see you guys soon. Enjoy :D

74. It looks good on you.

Cuddy had learned to do it over the years by obligation. She'd never had someone to do it for her, so… not much of a choice there.

Funnily enough she'd never managed to hook her bra from behind – she had to attach it below her breasts and move it across her chest until the cups were in the front, then slide her arms into the straps. Her sister had tried to show her, but she never managed more than one hook at the same time, and not even on the same row.

But zipping up her dress? Easy as pie. It was like scrubbing her own back. She'd reach up to her scapula with her right hand, down from the back of her neck with her left.

She always felt a pang of longing when she saw couples in films zip dresses up. It was terribly sappy and cliché, and in a way it went against her feminist principle that she should learn to do everything on her own and not depend on anyone, for anything, ever. Nevertheless she, too, wanted someone to do it for her.

Of course, she had wasted no time in asking House to zip her up once they started dating.

House was not an idiot. He'd seen Cuddy in skin-tight dresses enough times in the past to know she was perfectly capable of zipping herself up.

But they were still in their honeymoon phase. He was still scared of not being good enough. He loved touching her. So he acquiesced. It was a silvery grey dress that he had rarely seen before, with short sleeves and a draped neckline. The colour matched her eyes and the dress hugged her curves. She looked fucking fantastic.

As he pulled the zipper up and she held her hair out of the way, showing him her elegant neck, he realised that it was a routine he could definitely get used to. He liked doing things for her, he realised, even if it was as simple and selfless as zipping up her dress.

He also inexplicably felt like he was putting a wedding ring on her, or something of the sort. Something that made her his.

"It looks good on you," he said as he caressed her back.

"Thanks." She turned around and smoothed her hands over his old tee-shirt that smelled like warm, used sheets. "I'll see you at work," she whispered before she kissed him softly. "Go back to bed."

He happily did as he was told, watching her ass as she sashayed out of the bedroom.