This chapter… I'm pretty happy with it. I heard the song on the radio and just couldn't get it out of my head. It feels like such a good Huddy song, pre-bombshells of course (who's still bitter? Not me… nooo sir. Sigh) anyways hope you all enjoy!
Lisa Cuddy pulled into her driveway, exhausted from the day's activity. She could have sworn someone was intentionally sabotaging her, keeping her there late. She had wanted to get home hours ago, and had been surprised at Greg's easy acceptance of her late workday. She sent up a silent thanks that she hadn't had to deal with any lawsuits aimed at her Diagnostician. Now she thought about it, there hadn't really been any complaints about him in the last few months they had been together.
She smiled. He really seemed to have changed an awful lot since the successful Ketamine treatment. So guilt ridden she had been after the infarction, that to be able to help heal him, if it was only ridding him of his pain, was a great relief. Observing the house, she noticed that she didn't see any of the lights on. Strange, since he should have been home all day.
She felt a twinge of disappointment, usually on a late workday he would have a glass of wine and a plate of takeout waiting for her. She wondered briefly if he had gotten bored and headed to a bar. She sighed, knowing she would probably be woken up at some ungodly hour to go pick him up.
Unlocking the door and stepping in, the first thing she noticed were the candles, and with an even greater shock, rose petals were sprinkled over the floor, leading to the living room. She shook her head, must have fallen asleep at work and someone will wake me up shortly. Well, this dream looks promising. I'll just follow along.
Soft strains of acoustic guitar began to flow into the entryway from the living room, and her feet moved on autopilot toward the sound, stumbling lightly as she heard Greg's voice join in,
"Forever can never be long enough for me, to feel like I've had long enough with you."
His voice was delightfully rough and rich sounding, his low baritone carrying easily through the house.
"Forget the world now we won't let them see, but there's one thing left to do."
She rounded the corner to find more candles lit around the room, while House stood there in the center, holding a guitar. He wore that blue shirt she loved so much on him, the one that accentuated his beautiful blue eyes. This dream was really something so far…
"Now that the weight has lifted, Love has surely shifted my way. And marry me, today and every day, marry me. If I ever get the nerve to say hello in this café, say you will."
His lips quirked up slightly at the shocked look on her face, and she felt her jaw drop. Surely he wasn't… His head nodded, as if in confirmation of her thoughts, and then he jerked his chin at a chair in front of him that she hadn't noticed.
"Together can never be close enough for me, to feel like I am close enough to you."
She felt her eyes begin to water, and as she reached the chair, she fell more than sat on it, blaming the sudden weakness in her knees. His rich scent filled the air, blending with the roses and candles and she marveled at how good this dream was. She would really be sad to wake from it.
"You wear white and I'll wear out the words I love you, and you're beautiful."
Her happy tears welled up further at the expression on his face, threatening to spill over.
"Now that the wait is over, And love has surely showed her my way. Marry me. Today and every day, marry me. If I ever get the nerve to say hello in this café, say you will"
He winked, knowing she was thinking of the 20 years it had taken them to finally reach this point. She felt the urge to pinch herself, just to be sure, and just barely suppressed it. Just in case, she didn't wanna wake up yet.
"Promise me, you'll always be, happy by my side. I promise to, sing to you, when all the music dies. So marry me."
The last bit he spoke more than sang with his voice low and somber. The tears had spilled over and she didn't fight them. He laid the guitar gently beside him on the floor, and stepped directly in front of her, dropping to one knee as he did so. He reached into his shirt pocket, pulling out a bright circlet of silver. The ring was beautiful, small diamonds inlaid around a larger one in the center, directly next to it a small sapphire, startlingly blue, twinkled in the low candlelight.
"Lisa Cuddy, you are the most amazing, beautiful, intelligent, funny and downright sexy woman I have ever known. You pull off everything you do with style and grace, and I can't imagine spending a single day of the rest of my life without you in it. I want you all to myself, but more than that, I want to spend forever making you as happy as you'll make me if you say yes. So please, will you marry me?"
The love that filled his eyes was only tempered slightly by uncertainty and vulnerability. She said nothing at first, until finally she finally spoke, placing her palms to his cheeks. "Gregory House," She sighed, and the worry in his eyes increased, "What took you so long? Of course I'll marry you." A brilliant smile burst into shining life on his face, his eyes glowing bright cerulean. With a near shout of delight, he lifted her out of the chair and into his arms for a resounding kiss.
When they finally parted, his eyes grew nearly sad again, his face completely serious as he choked out, "Thank you." Her brows rose in surprise, "You're welcome. Now what are you thanking me for?" His voice was hoarse with emotion, "For staying with a miserable bastard like me." She let loose an exasperated sigh and stroked his face, her voice firm but soothing, "Greg, can you honestly tell me that you've been miserable these past few months? because to be honest, you seem to be the happiest I've ever seen you."
He glanced away briefly, his analytical mind scanning over his memories, and then he met her eyes again as he reached his conclusion, "No." She smiled reassuringly at him, "Then I think we're okay." His return grin made her heart skip a beat, "Yeah."
He grasped her left hand, sliding the ring onto her finger smoothly, admiring the way it caught the light. It fit perfectly. He then twined his fingers with hers, his other burying itself in her hair as he pressed a tender kiss to her lips. She responded quickly, and just as the need for air was making itself known, she pulled back suddenly. She used the fingers of her right hand to grab a bit of flesh on her hip and pinched hard. "OUCH!" Greg's eyebrows skyrocketed to his hairline, his expression expressing his incredulity at her behavior, "What did you do that for?" She just shook her head, releasing her million kilowatt smile, "just checking I guess." And before he could comment further, she stopped his lips with hers, there were no more words for a long while after that.
So what did you think? I think It might have been severely OOC on the sweetness bit, but I just had to do it. Leave a review if you like! Thanks for reading!