Living Proof
Hi.
Thank you so much for all the kind reviews you left for the first chapter ! They made my day..
Here is a second one. It's not related to the first, and still set in season 7.
Enjoy the reading !
Ju
2.
A furious thunder illuminated the bedroom and the wall facing the large window. The second after, silence and darkness were surrounding her and she could hear the pouring rain falling on the roof. Cuddy switched on the bedside lamp and looked at the man at her side, unable to suppress a smile at this vision. He was sleeping on his stomach, facing her and his lips were curved into a slight pout. Cuddy got out the bed when she heard Rachel calling her, putting on the shirt he had left there several hours ago.
House grumbled in his pillow when he heard the thunder and couldn't feel Cuddy's body against his. The sheets were already cold. He stayed there a moment before limping down the corridor. House could hear Cuddy's voice whispering and Rachel's tears. He stayed at the door. She was holding her daughter, caressing her back in a vain effort to reassure her. They looked at each other. She couldn't sleep she said, looking up as if the storm was right above their heads. You should go back to sleep, I'll stay with her. House nodded but didn't move, letting his head against the door frame, his arms crossed against his chest. With only her panties and his blue shirt, he found her stunningly beautiful. Come with me, he found himself whispering.
He patted the bench with his left hand, the other one on the piano. She smiled at him and hold Rachel tighter, sitting down near him. Without a word, House started playing. It took several minutes before Rachel looked up, her little hand still clutching the shirt. She seemed fascinating by the music and the movements of his hands, which were flying and dancing above the keys. The notes were escaping the piano in a sweet, slow and soft melody that was strangely covering the thunder's anger and the drizzling rain. She felt Rachel relaxing as he kept playing. Cuddy couldn't help looking at him. He was wearing a white t-shirt, a pair of black boxers; his short brown hair was flecked with grey. She followed his jaw and the curves of his lips, then the vein beating against his temple and his jugular vanishing under the t-shirt. She could see a part of his scar from where she was. It was a part of him she had become more familiar with and she was glad he didn't try to hide it any more.
She fell asleep, he said with a slight smile still playing. Cuddy lowered her head and watched her daughter unable to suppress a lovely smile. She tenderly kissed his hair and returned to Rachel's bedroom. Cuddy heard him playing a little longer, but when she came out, he was waiting for her. What was it called? she asked, one hand on his chest, the other searching his hips. House shrugged and looked at Rachel before returning his attention on Cuddy. I have no idea, he said in a whisper, we should find a title. Lips half-opened Cuddy stared at him, amazed by the softness of his voice and the light dancing in his blue eyes. That was beautiful. Thank you, she smiled. A smile that finally reached her pale blue eyes and it was the most beautiful reward he could ever get.
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