Greg House had quickly gotten bored of the fundraiser he had been forced to attend. In fact, he couldn't believe anyone was having fun at all. He had been at the bar, sipping on a scotch five minutes ago when he came to the stunning realization that Lisa Cuddy, the she-devil that had done the forcing was nowhere to be found.
"That bitch!" he said out loud, startling the bartender and the couple sitting next to him. He paid the man for his drinks and for an additional bottle of scotch, grabbed his cane, and stormed out of the party as quickly as his leg would let him. The vicodin and the perfect amount of alcohol he had consumed so far were actually making his leg feel better than usual, now that he mentioned it.
As he reached her office, he saw her profile through the window, clutching the rail. Her eyes were closed, the wind was gently blowing her hair behind her, and the small amount of loose fabric at the end of her dress was also being gently tossed by the wind.
House watched her for a moment. He was so fucking confused about her. Every part of him loved nothing more than pissing her off. For the longest time he really thought he hated her. But recently, he had been coming to the silent realization that he only loved to piss her off because she got worked up, which worked him up.
He thought about the game they played day in and day out. It was actually quite similar to sex, if you thought about it. Their encounters with one another started with an argument, which turned into taking jabs at one another repeatedly. Soon enough, they were yelling at one another full on, getting hot and sweaty, frustrated and excited at the same time, voices getting louder and breathier the whole time. Cuddy usually let out an amazing groan of frustration at some point, which always stirred up Little House. Then, as the argument wound down, they would smirk at one another, and calm down in hushed voices. True, he usually won, but he liked to think she felt just as satisfied as he did when it was over.
Now, she looked utterly adorable. He felt something in him stir, but he didn't think it was Little House. As he saw her taking in the night around her, he knew that he couldn't live without her. Yes, he loved fighting with her and pissing her off. But he would give almost anything to be able to wrap his arms around her and just spend time with her.
"Yuck," he muttered. He'd never felt this way before, and he was quite nervous about it. "I'm in love. Shit."
