Living Proof
Hi everyone,
Back with a new story for which I literally have a crush ... I write it quickly. It was so clear in my mind.
Three days ago, I couldn't find sleep. My brain was crazy. And I forced myself into thinking about something peaceful. God, it worked more than anything I know.
Those three are magical.
Enjoy.
Living Proof
12.
She gave him the last plate and leaned on the counter. "I'm so tired" she yawned and watched him doing the dishes then drying his hands. Long days of work seemed even longer now that she knew someone was waiting for her to come home. It was true both ways even if she was more eager to admit it than he was. It was good to have him, it felt right and natural. They still fought and drove themselves completely crazy, that'd never change. It was what they were, who they were. It was challenging and sometimes insufferable. But it brought life where there wasn't really any before. He kept her on her feet.
House eyed her tensed silhouette and wrapped his arms around her waist, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. She closed her eyes and indulged herself against his broad chest. "Those three days off weren't a good idea" she grumbled, feeling as if she might just fall asleep in his arms. House smiled, brushing her hairs with his mouth. "You had fun, forgot the hospital for a while and spent some time with Rachel, you needed it" he answered. A soft smiled curved her lips and she ran her hands on his back. House smirked. God, she hated it when he was so annoyingly right. Cuddy raised her head and slightly pecked his lips "Thank y-". A yawn muffled her voice. "Cute" he mumbled outrageously …
"Howse, can I have this one?"
A soft laugh escaped Cuddy's mouth as they both turned their head and watched Rachel. "Why are you both so obsessed with my t-shirt, seriously?" he wondered with an exasperated sigh. "It's yours" Cuddy answered quietly. Rachel nodded immediately and added: "It smells good". House trapped his tongue between his teeth and shook his head, refusing to smile. His cheeks hurt. He wasn't used to smile so often, to feel that thing every time he was both Cuddy and her miniature's attention. Rachel stretched out her arms and lowered her head, looking at herself literally draped into one of Howse's t-shirt she has put on over her pyjamas. It was far too big for her and almost covered her arms; nothing could be seen of her legs. She grinned and crossed her arms on her chest protectively.
"Mum's got one so I need one too! She wears the black one all the time when you're not here" Rachel defended herself with a pout he mimicked, glancing at Cuddy who raised an eyebrow. "What?" she asked both defiantly and arrogantly. "Can I keep it please?" she begged, pouting again. By the light dancing in her companion's blue eyes, Cuddy knew Rachel has already won. "Just tonight" House finally agreed, rolling his eyes "now, bed!" He leaned against the counter, shaking his head again. "Yeah! Thanks Howse!" Rachel laughed and cautiously rushed into her bedroom. One eyebrow arched Cuddy was looking at him, her eyes sparkling with sarcasm and love. "I'd never thought I'd live long enough to see another Cuddy leading you around the nose so easily" He devoured her broad smile with a hungry kiss. She grinned against his mouth, bit his lips and pushed him slightly away.
"She is a cunning manipulative Cuddy just like her mother" he told her, brushing her lips. His blue shiny eyes were locked into hers. "You succumbed to her smile, House" Cuddy replied indulgently and kissed back. "Guess, she learned that after me then". She smacked him on the chest and escaped from his embrace. He grinned. "And for the record, I let you manipulate me just for the mind-blowing sex we're having tonight".
Two weeks later
Cuddy entered the kitchen and kissed quickly House's cheek. He hadn't slept quite well the night before, pacing in the living room to ease the pain in his leg. Night like that, when he crawled back into bed and took her in his arms, he knew she couldn't find sleep either. As she finished her tea, Cuddy found the room strangely silent - a contented silence. When her eyes fell on Rachel hungrily eating her bowl of cereals, she frowned and half-sighed half-laughed. "Where did you get that t-shirt?" she asked innocently. House failed hiding his smile behind his cup and glanced at Rachel. "It's a gift from Howse. I can't have his so he bought me one!" she answered as if it was obvious. Cuddy bit her lips, finally realizing they were wearing the same Rolling-Stone t-shirt, though in different sizes.
"You're cute"
Rachel beamed.
House pulled a face because he was the one Cuddy was looking at.
Thanks ... x
Gosh, I feel better.