Okay everyone, am I the only one who's worried as hell about the House episode coming up? Anyways… here's some more of that happy Huddy you guys crave. Enjoy!
Lisa Cuddy observed from the doorway as the infamous Gregory House breathed down the neck of the poor soul moving his beloved piano, a small smile playing at her lips. He was hovering, the worry lines prominent in his face, as harassed them for every misstep. They were the best movers in town, and though they were doing rather well given current conditions, they probably wouldn't hold under the assault much longer.
"Idiots! Look out! There is a WALL there, which happens to kinda put movement to a halt, especially when it meets a certain very expensive musical instrument." Greg momentarily wished he had his cane to whack said idiot on the head as soon as the piano was in place, then dismissed it quickly. He had been living with Lisa for nearly two months now, the moving company only just now being able to schedule him in. He didn't even know what had happened to his cane in the move, transferring the few things he actually wanted to keep from his apartment to Cuddy's home had taken only two trips.
Now the final piece was coming in, and this would above all make it THEIR home. The thought of sharing anything with her sent a wave of warmth from his heart to his toes, not that he would admit to it while not under duress. The hospital had of course found out about their relationship, but they hadn't exactly been hiding it, and while the board had kicked up a fuss about working conditions, the dynamic hadn't changed, if anything, it had gotten better.
A small grin escaped before he resumed his most ominous glower for the movers benefit. He supposed that all their sexual tension was so much easier to handle when it was relieved later. He heard a loud throat clearing from behind him, and it distracted him from his task. "How long have you been standing there?" She grinned, "Long enough to feel sorry for these poor guys. Greg come 'on, let's go get something to eat." He walked over willingly enough, stealing a kiss before moving on into the kitchen. She gave a conspiratorial wink to the workers, who sighed in relief, before going to join him.
Later that night they lay together, snuggled in her bed. Our bed, she thought to herself with a grin. His fingers brushed her arm lightly, tapping out music that only he could hear, using her as his instrument. Suddenly he sat up, "I'm going to go play. I had nearly forgotten the piano." She smiled in anticipation, remarking teasingly, "Well I did keep you rather distracted." He shook a finger at her, the playful light in his eyes ruining the reproachful gesture, "We'll punish you for that later, but now come' on. I've got something I want to show you."
He hopped up out of bed, throwing on a pair of sleep pants from the floor, and nearly jogged from the room. She watched him until he was gone, admiring first his bare chest, the well developed muscle there, and then observing happily the ease with which he moved. His gait wasn't perfect, never would be, but since he'd been exercising for months, you could only tell it was off if you watched closely.
She would always be thankful for that Ketamine treatment that had changed his life, and hers. Piano music filtered down the hall, and she hopped up, throwing on the closest clothes she found, which turned out to be a pair of underwear and one of his shirts. The shirt reached mid thigh, which she deemed decent enough for a trip to her living room.
She walked into the living room to find him situated at his baby grand, his back to her. She padded up softly, not speaking, just tracing the muscles in his back lightly with her finger tips.
"I… I wrote this a while back. Before…" She knew what he meant by before. Before the treatment. Before them. She gave his shoulders a light reassuring squeeze, letting him know she understood and wanted him to continue. He took a deep calming breath, and began to play.
The music flowed from his fingertips as they flew across the keys. It seemed effortless. The music was a gateway to his soul, pouring out waves of emotion. Sadness, grief, longing, remorse, everything told more clearly than if it had been spelled out in neon lights. She felt his tension slowly release as he settled into the music, and knew somehow that his eyes were closed.
Hers were filling with tears, the music so poignant, it pierced right through her. Suddenly she felt his shoulders shake, and heard laughter mingling with the melody, which suddenly changed. It wasn't sudden, but flowed smoothly, the mood changing. It seemed that hope weaved its way in, followed quickly by triumph, cheer, contentedness, and somehow, love. The music trailed to a stop, ending with a note of peace.
His hands left the keys almost reluctantly, reaching up to grasp her hands from his shoulders. He turned around to face her on the bench. She spoke in an awed whisper, "That was… I don't know a word strong enough. What is it called?" He looked away, unsure of himself, but her reaction spurred him on, "It's called Cuddy's Serenade." She was shocked, that had been about her? She had no words to express her happiness, not just about the song, but that he had played it for her, exposed himself like that, even knowing how it could hurt. She refused to hurt him, instead she slid onto his lap.
Her legs on either side of him on the piano bench, she kissed him hard. He pulled back after a moment, desire darkening his eyes, swirling with amusement, "I take it you like it then." She rolled her eyes at his arrogant smirk, "Shut up." He chuckled, "Is that all you've go-" His retort was cut off by her lips on his, and he brought his arms up, his hands moving to cup her breasts, tweaking the nipples between his thumb and forefinger. She growled playfully against his lips before biting down on the bottom and pulling lightly.
A giddy moan broke from his throat, and his hips jerked upwards involuntarily. A low chuckle escaped her throat. His hands squeezed her breasts lightly, before his thumbs flicked the nipples simultaneously. Now it was her turn, a loud sound bursting from her lips, to be caught in his throat. Standing, he waited for her legs to wrap around his hips before taking them to the bedroom, and the house soon became filled with the sound of their love making, a music no instrument could ever replicate.
Okay then everyone… hope you liked it! What did you all think of that house episode tonight? I've still got 2 hours before it comes on where I live. Hope you all enjoyed! Should have an update tomorrow or the day after. Please leave a review? Thanks for reading.