I want this to work
I want this to work
These words still hung in the air as House and Robin looked at each other in silence. The reality of what had just taken place sank in as both parties came out of shock with a sigh from House.
"Well, there you go. We both want to be here."
"Now, that's a scary thought."
The levity in Robin's voice was short lived as she noticed the expression on her lover's face. House sat with his hands clasped firmly together while looking down at his knees.
"Are you alright?"
"Fine, it's great really but.."
"but?"
"What if this doesn't work?"
Nodding her head at this comment, Robin took one of House's hands in hers and sighed.
"What if it does? See, that's your problem. Every time something good comes along you question it. Take my advice…(pause) don't."
"If I wanted to be analyzed I'd be dating Wilson."
"And yet, your dating a nurse who can see through that gruff exterior to the man you really are."
"Don't push it Robin."
At this point in the conversation, Robin could tell she had hit a nerve so, she chose not to push it. House couldn't help but smirk to himself while arching an eye brow at this point….
"Interesting…"
"What?"
"You claim to know everything there is to know about me just from talking to a few of my followers so, what does that say about you? Why didn't you ask me yourself?"
"Because I knew you wouldn't tell me even if I begged."
"Well, I'd be willing to make an exception."
"Not going to happen."
House couldn't help but smirk at this comment. It seemed as though this blonde haired nurse had touched something in him that was definitely worth exploring.
"Alright, have it your way. What do you want to know?"
"Can you cook?"
This question surprised House because a part of him was expecting something a bit more personal then an inquiry about his culinary skills.
However, choosing to regain composure the diagnostician rolled his eyes in mock annoyance while looking up from his hands.
"Of course I can cook I've been doing it for years."
"Not according to Wilson."
"Believe me, if you tried Jimmy's macadamia nut pancakes you'd never want to cook for yourself again."
This being said the two got up from the couch and into the kitchen. Once there, Robin was surprised to see an assortment of cookbooks lining the shelves. However, before she could choose the best one House slapped her arm away.
"You won't find anything in there, I make everything from scratch. Now go sit down and watch the master work."
A short time later, House presented his guest with a delicious looking meal.
The diagnostician had made a Greek salad with frizzled leaks and spaghetti with mushroom sauce.
"Wow, this is fantastic."
"Thank you. There's nothing simpler then salad and the pasta's a breeze if you know what you're doing."
"There's something I don't understand. If the food you eat at home is this good why do you waste your money and hunger at the hospital on Rueben sandwiches and chips?"
At this question, House took a bite from his plate while contemplating to himself for a moment.
"I honestly have no idea."
This being said, the two continued to eat in peace while enjoying each other's company well into the night.
