Living Proof
Hi
Thank for the review, they made me blush ...
Let's go for one another ! House is ... who cares ? We're here to forget.
Enjoy !
Ju
3.
She opened her eyes, inhaling deeply a sweet taste of hot chocolate. Cuddy heard indistinct voices coming from the kitchen and Rachel bursting into laughter. It was eight-thirty on a Sunday morning and House has voluntarily turned down her alarm clock. Cuddy rolled on her back, smiling before grabbing her nightie resting on the floor. Memories of their night and how an attentive and giving lover he's been made her shyly blush. Cuddy shook her head and bit her lips before pulling out of their bed.
Barefoot, she silently stopped before either of them could see her. Rachel was sitting at the kitchen table, her hand covered with flour. With a serious face, she was slowly cutting shortbread cookies with a dozen of very different aluminium pans. From where she was, Cuddy recognized a star and a heart, but wasn't sure about the others. That was what House's tried to hide Thursday evening, but Rachel's heard him as soon as he'd passed the door. In a white t-shirt and a dark jean House was giving her his back, stirring the molten chocolate. Anyone at the hospital or among her friends wouldn't believe her if she talked about her unusual family. She was glad to see how comfortable he was at her house and with Rachel, not trying to impress anyone. Even if nothing has changed at the hospital, it seemed that he was slowly discovering the man he could have always been. Cuddy closed her eyes a second, feeling her heart quickly beating in her chest.
When he turned his head to look after Rachel, he noticed her as she opened her eyes. I think we have a visitor, Rach. You think her intentions are pacific? House asked in a suspicious tone. Good morning, she smiled shaking her head. Rachel looked up and with an enormous smile, jumped out of her chair. Happy birthday Mommy! she laughed, kissing her on the cheek. Cuddy hugged her and kissed the top of her head. Thank you honey.
House watched her as she put Rachel down, licking the chocolate on the spoon. Last week, he has promised her that they'd make a cake for her mum's birthday and she has remained him of his promise almost every day. But, you know, you can't stay here with us. And you can't have your gifs now, he heard Rachel saying very seriously. Cuddy stared at them letting out a small chuckle. Are you ... throwing me out of my own kitchen?
Yes, they both answered at the same time. Cuddy rolled her eyes and shook her head, unable not to smile. Shutting off the gas, House approached and kiss her slightly. They watched Rachel returning to her cookies. Howse, we need to do something about that! The kid said, looking down at the dough. Cuddy looked at him and the smile that reached his blue eyes sent a shiver down her spine. Two seconds, kiddo. I have to deal with our intruder first.
His hands on her shoulders, he limped behind Cuddy. Go, take a shower or a bath, he whispered in her ear, or both. Take all the time you want. She turned to look at him as he gently pushed her against the wall. It's a tiramisu? Cuddy asked. He shrugged and kissed her. I'd like to come with you... you know... birthday gift involving a very hot shower, he added with a mischievous smile. Lowering his head, he captured her lips once more and she kissed him back. His mouth tasted like chocolate. Happy birthday. House brushed her lips with his tongue as she let out a moan. I'll bring you a coffee, he whispered. Her fingers trapped into the short hair on his nape, Cuddy shook her head I want a vervain tea. House rolled his eyes as she escaped from his embrace, both knowing that he'd bring her exactly what she wanted.
Thanks