Celeste
I've taken some time off from Twitter because real life was being a bitch and twitter wasn't helping. I'm still checking my mentions and DMs on a daily basis, so don't worry. I'm still alive, not suicidal and feeling a lot better. I want to thank my lovely best friend, Sheis1963 and my trustworthy beta, partypantscuddy. This chapter is longer than usual: the first part focuses on the development of Celeste and Cuddy's relationship, while the second is hardcore huddy (part of it is M-Rated) with a twist in the end (I'm telling you Sheis1963 hates me for the way I ended the chapter. She thinks it's against the law lol).
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Chapter 7
Cuddy woke up that morning at the sound of her phone going off. She switched the alarm off and couldn't help but smile as she took sight of the room she was in. She let out a soft chuckle and a contented sigh. House though was nowhere to be seen. She stood up and groggily made her way to the bathroom to get ready for work. Minutes later she was in the kitchen, her hair up in a messy ponytail and a towel wrapped around her body. She walked into the kitchen and immediately spotted the empty cup on the table. The corner of a piece of paper peaked out from under it. She took the mug and looked at him. "I like them feisty" she read and let out a soft laugh. Leave it to House to choose this mug for her. Next thing she read was the note in his strangely neat calligraphy. "Got called in. Patient's gonna pay for it. H" she chuckled and placed the post it on his fridge, before looking around for the coffeepot. The coffee was still warm and made her finally snap out of her daze. As happy and comfortable as she was feeling in that moment she had to get ready for work.
She was supposed to have lunch with Celeste today, Cuddy mused as she applied her make-up. She was happy and relieved that the girl was comfortable with spending some time with her, but she was also scared. What if Celeste changed her mind? Cuddy shook her head and smiled at her reflection in the mirror, all the negative vibes settling down replaced by an extremely positive feeling of happiness.
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Celeste was scared. She glanced at her cell phone as 1 PM approached. Her father was sitting in the armchair next to the small sofa reading the paper and huffing at the umpteenth article about the economic crisis in Europe.
Their hotel room was huge; she should have expected it since her father had wanted the presidential suite at all costs. Celeste stood up and walked around the room. Andrew glanced at his daughter and chuckled.
"What is it now?" the girl snapped, looking at her father questioningly.
"You're nervous." he stated.
"No shit Sherlock!" she said looking outside the window towards the park.
"Calm down. There's nothing to worry about." he replied calmly.
"Don't tell me to chillax, dad." Celeste said sitting back down on the couch. Mr. Thompson laughed at her choice of words. Her phone went off, startling her.
"Dear god, why do you have a heavy metal song as a ring tone?" her father asked looking up from his newspaper.
"I like that song." she said, checking her texts. "Dr. Cuddy will be here in 5. She has just left the hospital."
"Do you have everything you need?" Andrew asked, earning a nod from her daughter. "Then have fun." he waved at her.
When the door closed behind her shoulders, he chuckled and shook his head. On the other side of the door, Celeste sighed before walking towards the elevator gathering her strength in the meantime.
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"Hi..." Celeste said as she sat in the car.
"Hi" Cuddy smiled at the girl and drove off. "How are you?" she asked.
"I'm fine." she paused. "And you?"
"I have felt better. A patient throw himself against the glass wall of his room and succeeded in knocking it down, fracturing his left arm in several places and he almost lost an eye." she said, huffing. Celeste stared at her wide-eyed.
"Seriously?" she asked, utterly terrified yet amused. Cuddy smiled.
"Unluckily it's not the first time." she informed the girl, taking a glimpse of her with the corner of his eye. "Especially if the patient is being treated by the Head of Diagnostic Medicine and his team."
"Oh, Remy told me about some of the crazy stuff that had happened in the past few years." Celeste said chuckling.
"Remy?" Cuddy asked.
"Uhm... They call her Thirteen."
"Dr. Hadley, yeah. She is part of the team. And Dr. Foreman too."
"She told me her boss is crazy but a real genius." the girl said, causing Cuddy to smirk. "Why are you smirking?"
"Nothing..." Cuddy replied trying to keep a straight face.
"They also told me he has killer blue eyes." she continued and Cuddy let out a throaty laugh.
"Smexy hair and ruggedly handsome look." Cuddy continued, knowing exactly who the source of such description was. "Did Nurse Jeffrey tell you that?" she asked, amused.
"Yeah... he seems to have quite the crush on him." Celeste sniggered.
"He's been drooling over him for some time, though he keeps acting like he hates the man's guts. House can't stand the man for real, though." Cuddy chuckled, while parking the car in the nearer free spot.
"House?" Celeste asked confused.
"Yeah, the Head of Diagnostics." Cuddy said stopping the car. The young woman didn't miss the sultry look that crossed Cuddy's face as she mentioned the man's name and gave her a knowing look. "Here we are." said stopping the car.
Celeste got out of the car and waited for the woman to do the same, before following her inside. They were lead to a small table in the small garden by a charming waiter.
"Here's your menu" the young man said, handing the copies to the ladies. "What would you like to drink?"
"Water, please." Cuddy said, looking at the menu.
"Do you have green tea?" Celeste asked. The waiter nodded before leaving, but not before taking one last glimpse at Cuddy.
"Uhm... he was checking you out." Celeste whispered.
"I know, that's why the menu is suddenly so interesting." Cuddy replied still 'reading' the menu, but smiling.
"I don't see a ring on your finger." The girl said after a while.
"You don't." Cuddy said, closing the menu. "I'm not married..." she trailed off, seeing the waiter making his way towards them with a smile.
"Are you ready to order?" he asked, looking directly at Cuddy still smiling.
"Yeah, a Caesar salad for me..." Cuddy said smiling politely but obviously uncomfortable.
"Mom, a salad? Dad is going to hate me if I let you only eat a salad." Celeste started with exaggerated enthusiasm. Cuddy stared at her confused before understanding her plan.
"He'll be okay as long as you don't tell him." she said. "But maybe we should bring him dessert when we're done, you know, to make it up to him." she said smiling at her daughter. The waiter's smile turned into a frown.
"Only if I can take a coconut milkshake home after we're done. And yes to the dessert thing." The girl said. "Oh and veggie lasagna for me." she concluded, closing the menu and handing it to the poor miserable waiter, who immediately left with their orders. When he disappeared, they both burst out laughing.
"That was fun. Thank you for saving me." Cuddy said sipping on her glass of water.
"Oh it's no big deal. Wouldn't want your boyfriend to get jealous." Celeste smiled.
"How do you know I have a boyfriend?" Cuddy asked, surprised.
"I guessed. You're beautiful, nice and successful... you must have a boyfriend." She said sipping her green tea. "That or you hate every male specimen on the face of earth." She said with a smirk. Cuddy looked at her for a couple seconds. She reminded her so much of House: the smirk, the sense of humor, the sarcasm and those deep blue eyes.
"Well, I do have a boyfriend... but it's something new... I'm not really the relationship material." She explained. "I haven't had a serious relationship in years..."
The waiter arrived at their table and placed their orders in front of them and they began to tuck in.
"So... I had this idea last night, something that will help us get to know each other better and easily..." She started, taking a forkful of her lasagna. Cuddy waved her hand and looked up at her, indicating that she wanted her to continue. "I ask you three questions, you answer then we switch. If you don't want to give an answer to a question, you can pass, but only once every three questions." She finished.
"That's okay with me." She said, straightening her shoulders and looking expectantly at her. "Who's going to start?"
"You start." Celeste said with a smile and pretended to get ready like those people on quiz shows on TV. Cuddy chuckled.
"Okay. I'm going to start with random questions. First question... what's your favorite color?" she blurted out. Celeste laughed and stared at her for a while.
"Okay," She paused. "I don't have a favorite color, though I have a soft spot for pink."
"Second question, what music do you listen to?"
"Ehm. Everything, I guess. If you scroll my iPod you can read Metallica, System of A Down, Madonna, Lady Gaga and even Bach, Schumann and Beethoven." she replied with a smile, her eyes alight.
"You seem to like music." Cuddy commented with a smile. Another common trait with her father, she mused. "Last question... do you have a boyfriend?"
"I don't... I'm a nerd. I'm weird and a loner. I have very few friends and no boyfriend." she said with a smirk.
"But you surely have someone that picks your interest..."
"Of course. His name is Peter Facinelli and is the most handsome vampire DILF on the face of the planet and of course a pure figment of an imaginary world created by a mediocre writer. But the actor's hot." she explained.
"Carlisle Cullen?" Cuddy asked amused.
"Tell me you're not one of those delusional adult women sexually frustrated over the Twilight saga!" Celeste muttered.
"God no. I like Harry Potter more." she stated, surprising the girl. "My sister has three kids and I'm the cool aunt who takes them to the cinema as soon as a new movie is out and corrupt them with popcorn." Celeste laughed.
"My turn! Okay... Have you always wanted to be a Doctor?"
"Since I was 12." she said with a proud smile.
"When I was that age I had been convinced by my cousin that I wanted to become a stripper. Then they explained to me what that meant and I decided upon changing my mind and following the path to become a mad scientist." she joked, causing Cuddy to laugh out loud. "Uhm..." She paused. "Favorite sex position?" Cuddy gaped at her while Celeste gave her a smug smirk.
"Ehm... I think I'll pass that one." the woman replied.
"Good! That was embarrassing and for a moment I feared you might actually answer that question. It was part of my plan to make sure you'd answer this one." she explained still looking smug. Cuddy was once again gaping at her. "So... Do you know who my father is?" She finally asked. Cuddy closed her mouth and finished off her glass of father in few gulps.
"I do know who your father is." she confirmed.
"Does he know about me?" Celeste continuing.
"That is a fourth question." Cuddy noted.
"You decided to pass the second." Celeste replied. "Either you answer to the second question or to this one."
"You're a sneaky little thing, you know that?" Cuddy said trying to take some time to think about her answer.
"I'm being mean..." Celeste said. "And I'm sorry but I really, really want to know about him."
"No, you're perfectly right in wanting to know about him." Cuddy sighed. "I do know who your father is and he knows about you. When I first found out I was pregnant I didn't tell anyone except my best friend. He had been expelled from University and moved elsewhere to continue his studies. After I gave birth to you, my friend called him and told him the whole story adding that if he was clever enough he would never show his face to me again." Cuddy concluded with a sad smile.
"So you haven't seen him since then?" The girl asked.
"Yeah..." She lied.
"Were you in love with him?" She asked, surprising Cuddy, who stiffened in her chair.
"I guess I did in a way..." The woman confessed with a small sad smile. If House were to hear her right now, he would completely freak out.
Suddenly Cuddy's pager went off. She fumbled with the waistband of her trousers and unhooked the pager.
"It's the hospital." she said, reaching for her phone which immediately started ringing.
"I like big butts and I cannot lie... You other brothers can't deny...that when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist and a round thing in your face... you get sprung..."
Celeste immediately burst out in a loud laugh at the obnoxious ring tone, tears welling up in her eyes.
"House..." Cuddy mumbled, knowing full when that this was one of his many pranks. She immediately silenced the phone and called for the waiter to get their check.
"House did that?" Celeste asked between tears and laughs. "God, that man is genius!"
Cuddy's heart flipped upon hearing the girl's comment.
"He's always pulling pranks on me and the rest of the stuff. One day he and Wilson decided the hospital main hall was a great place to play Dodge ball." She said with a soft laugh.
"He seems like a cool dude." Celeste said standing up and following Cuddy out.
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Few days later…
As House came around the corner, he caught her singing while she scrubbed the kitchen floor on her hands and knees. She was almost completely hidden by the table in the center of the room. From the door he could only see part of her backside and her flip-flop clad feet.
"Your ass looks even bigger from up here." He said, leaning against the door frame. Cuddy stilled and looked up at him.
"How the hell did you get in?" she asked, standing on her knees and rinsing the cloth she was using before standing up and removing the iPod from the station on the kitchen counter.
"Key under the flower pot." He explained taking a step towards her.
"Gregory House, you stop right there." She ordered, which instantly caused his feet to stay firmly in place. "I've been scrubbing this place clean since I came back home and I have no intention of letting you walk in with your dirty shoes."
"I was just admiring your rock star moment." He said with the hint of a smirk on his lips. Her head popped up and looked at him questioningly. "How long have you been standing there?" she asked, hoping for her sake that he didn't see her during Like a Virgin.
"Unluckily for me I arrived right after Madonna stopped being a virgin." Cuddy sighed in relief. "I had never expected you to be a fan of Lady Gaga." He continued, this time he didn't hide the smirk.
"I always put together a poppy, energetic playlist for me to listen to when I'm cleaning. It's got Madonna, Britney, Gaga, Katy Perry. Sometimes I throw in oldies like Carole King or…" She trailed off, scrubbing on a particularly nasty spot. "I wasn't expecting an audience." She said, hiding her smile.
"I can always come back later once you're done." House said.
"No!" Cuddy yelped. "No, stay…" She said in a sweeter tone. He nodded and shrugged off his blazer. "How's the case?" she asked going back to that awful spot of God knows what.
"Richardson is cutting his head open as we speak." He replied, causing Cuddy to stare at him wide-eyed. "Brain tumor." He explained. "The team will monitor him for the night, but I'm still on call if anything happens."
"Don't you have a lady coming here every day to clean the whole house?" he asked, already knowing the answer. "Then why are you scrubbing the kitchen floor like the ultimate slave?"
"I realized that my reaction to stress lately is either crying or stuffing myself with food. Crying isn't exactly the beauty treatment I want on a daily basis; and I don't really feel like gaining weight I'll have to lose in a future. This leaves me with finding new activities in my free time." She explained with a frown.
"You're serious?" He asked, looking confused and in a way also amused by her reasoning. "Why cleaning?"
"First thing that came up to mind." She mumbled. He attempted to take another step into the kitchen.
"Stop right there!" She said while glaring at him.
"Why do you want me to stop right here? I just want to check your playlist." He questioned both amused and annoyed.
"The floor isn't dry yet." She said in a "duh" tone.
"How were you going to get out of the kitchen if you were scrubbing yourself into the corner?" He asked with a slightly teasing tone.
"I would have crawled out." She replied while looking around. "It would have been mostly dry by the time I got around the table and back there."
"Are you almost through cleaning?"
"Almost." She said and disappeared behind the table. "Sit on the couch, watch some TV, do whatever you want to do…" He made a move to turn but in the end decided to stay there and watch her.
She started to back up while continuing to scrub away and humming to what he recognized as Bad Romance. As Cuddy continued patiently cleaning the floor, her flip-flops, followed by her skin-tight jean clad legs came into full view. Her butt swayed in time to the music in her head. As she kept crawling backwards, her shirt hung away from her waist, almost giving House a view of her flat stomach.
"Remember when you were in a similar position in that tight burgundy dress?" He questioned with a smirk on his lips.
"How could I forget?" she asked sarcastically. "You ripped that dress off of me in no time." She chuckled. "It was an original piece from the fifties and I had paid a lot for it." She glared at him, though her glare didn't last long as he winked at her. It had happened a couple days before. They had just gotten home from the theater and she was taking off her earrings when one fell under the bed. Needless to say, House walked into her bedroom in that very moment. The dress tight around her hips and backside. As she looked for the lost earring, he had slapped her ass playfully. What he didn't expect was the soft moan that escaped her lips. "You never saw perfect Donna Reed on her knees like this." She said teasingly as her entire body came into view.
Her hair was tossed up onto her head in a messy knot, curls escaping wildly from everywhere. The purple tank top she wore was tight around her breasts and stopped right above her belly button, while the shirt she wore above, was loose around her tummy.
"I can't imagine her down on her knees scrubbing the floor like a slave; I'm sure she had someone doing all the work. On the other hand, I could imagine her down on her hands and knees for other reasons." He said before letting out a laugh and a yelp as Cuddy threw one of her flip-flops, hitting him in the stomach. She looked at him and pushed a stray curl out her eyes with the back of her wet hand.
"I really don't want you imagining any other woman down on her knees. If not that actress who played the cop." She surprised him.
"The one we saw on TV the other night?" he asked, receiving a nod from Cuddy. "Lesbo!Cuddy, huh? Me likey." He exclaiming covering his crotch, scared that Cuddy might threw her other flip-flop at him. But all she did was chuckle.
"If I were interested in women I'd surely give her a go…" she continued.
"Wet floor be damned!" House muttered under his breath as he stepped into the kitchen and walked towards his girlfriend.
"House, what the hell!" She said looking up at him with a put out expression. He stared at her for a while before holding out his hand for her to take.
"What?" She spat out annoyed. House kept staring at her, waiting. In the end she threw the scrub brush in the bucket and wiped her hands on her shirt. She reached up and he effortlessly pulled her to her feet and against his chest.
He smirked at her and pecked her lips. She pulled back a little and stared at him dumbfounded, before letting go and nuzzling his neck with her nose.
"Hi." He said, his hands resting on the small of her back.
"Hi…" she replied looking up at him. "You're cleaning up, you know?"
"Oh, come on." He said, shaking his head in disbelief.
"You are." She snapped.
"Do I really have to clean what is already immaculate?" he questioned raising his eyebrows.
"You can always try to change my mind…" She teased, slapping his ass and smirking.
He leaned down and kissed her. She yelped in surprise as he reached down and grabbed the back of her thighs and lifted her on the kitchen top. She quickly relaxed as she felt the cold surface under her and lazily wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing a kiss on the corner of his lips.
Her hands pulled the back of his head toward hers as her tongue slid across his bottom lip, looking
for a way in. House scooted her further onto the counter and she pulled away to get as comfortable as she could on the granite. His lips moved to her cheek and followed the trail to her neck and collarbone. House slid his hands under the hem of her tank top, but her hand reached for his and stopped their trail up her sides.
"Not here" she whispered breathlessly.
"We are alone. You're not expecting any guest and the curtains are drawn. No one can see us from the outside" He reasoned with her while his lips lingered on the exposed skin of her shoulder.
"It's not that." She replied, almost embarrassed. "It's that I just scrubbed every inch of this kitchen."
House chuckled but she insisted, slapping his bicep and pouting.
"The kitchen really is immaculate. Looks like it's new… I think we should christen it." He suggested, his lips sucking at the base of her throat. Her hand moved to the nape of his neck and she let her fingers play with his short graying hair.
He lifted his left hand to her cheek and stroked it gently, drawing her into a passionate kiss. He broke the kiss.
"Then what's wrong with here?" She bit her lip.
"It's not exactly sanitary." She blurted out.
"Cuddy!" He sighed. "We did it on my bathroom's floor this morning and should I remind you that I used to live with a rat?"
Cuddy shuddered. "House, there's a thing called bed. Its main purpose it to sleep on it but it can be used to have sex on it." She explained as if she was talking to a kid (even though she could have passed for a creepy pervert if she had talked about beds and the activities linked to that piece of furniture to a kid.)
"Beds are for sissies." He replied, sticking his tongue out at her. She leaned back slightly, supporting her weight on her hands and cocked her head to the side with an adorable smirk on her lips. She let out a dramatic sigh and shook her head. "No, this kitchen is immaculate. It almost sparkles and I'm not letting you mess it up as much as I'd like the outcome of our future activities." She concluded and made to hop off the counter.
"But you're wrong, Cuddy" he stopped her, securing her legs at his sides. "You missed a spot." He pointed out.
"Where?" she asked and sat up straighter to look for the offending spot of dirt.
"Right here," he said, running his fingers along the line of dirt that marked her shirt from the top of her right breast down to her waist. She glanced down and snorted.
"That doesn't count." She said, trying to sound not as aroused as she was. Cuddy was about to speak again, but she stopped as he cupped her breast and massaged it softly. She involuntarily leaned into his touch and groaned in disappointment when he retrieved his hand. "You could always make claims about the dirty thought in your mind." she suggested, obviously giving up but trying to make it sound as if she was right after all.
"You would probably have to wash my brain with soap…" he said, placing wet kiss on her neck. "Then rinse my mouth with some mouthwash… and probably sweep me out of the kitchen."
"Or I could finish cleaning up right here?" she suggested, now playing along.
He lifted her shirt a few inches higher, her eyes alight with the prospect of his mouth and tongue on her stomach. She reached down and pulled her dirty shirt and sweaty tank top over her head and tossed them aside. House grinned at her choice of underwear.
"Dr. Cuddy, were you planning on seducing me?" he asked looking down at the black lace cupping her perfect chest.
"And if I were?" she teased, biting on her bottom lip. He cupped her breasts through the lace and gently kneaded her flesh through the thin material. She reached behind her and easily unclasped it; the bra fell from her shoulders and in a matter of seconds his lips attacked the newly discovered skin. She arched her back and pulled his head closer, one hand now gripping his hair while the other moved to the front of his jeans, stroking his arousal. Her body shivered beneath him as she rested her back against the wall.
One of his hands rested on her breast, stroking and kneading while the other moved down towards her hips and dipped a finger below the waistband of her skin-tight jeans and traveled slowly around to the button in the front. He swiftly unhooked it and moved his mouth from her breast downward, paying attention at the spot right above her bellybutton, knowing how sensitive it was for her. The hand on his neck rested there as he descended towards her core, while the other stopped and reached for his hand, that was still on her chest.
He let out a shaky breath against her navel, before darting his tongue over it once more. She squeezed his hand before releasing it. She shifted her hips forward as he pulled down the zipper. Her trousers were soon abandoned on the kitchen floor and she was leaning over him pulling unbuttoning his shirt. Her breasts hung in front of his eyes and he cupped them once again, leaving a kiss between them, before licking her chest. He shrugged off the shirt and she immediately unbuttoned his pants and smirked.
"You're wearing matching lingerie. You know me too well." He said in that deep voice of his. She chuckled and gasped when his fingers traced the outline of her panties.
"Take them off… now." She ordered, throwing her head back. He smirked and kissed her thighs, before lowering the remaining piece of lace that still covered her body. He then lowered his trousers to pool at his ankles. His tongue lapped up the dew on her thigh before pulling her closer to the edge of the counter, and pushing her legs further apart. She moaned his name as he dipped his tongue inside her. He applied more pressure, his fingers grazing the back of her thighs. He flicked her clit with his tongue and slid a finger inside her. Her hands had long abandoned him and were at her breast, squeezing, kneading, pulling. Her head was thrown back as she let go of everything. He could feel her tightening; getting so close and he added another digit.
"Oh dear god, screw the kitchen." She mumbled causing him to chuckle. He nipped her clit with his teeth before pressing his tongue flat against it hard while adding a third finger. Cuddy finally let herself go completely, trying to smother her yell of pure pleasure with her hand, which was now covering her mouth, a finger firm between her teeth as she bit onto it. She shook beneath his
mouth and fingers and was now played out before him, looking so satisfied and still longing for his touch. She opened her eyes and looked down at House with a lusty grin. She pushed herself up to a sitting position. Her small lean hand reached up and stroked down his cheek and jaw and he kissed the palm of her hand gently. Her hands continued to move downward till they rested on the hem of his boxers. He groaned what seemed to be a growl as her lips and tongue sucked on the base of his neck. He felt her lips turn up into a wicked smile as he thrust his arousal against the palm of her hand.
She started pulling the waistband of his boxer briefs down, her eyes admiring his erection as she
suddenly reached for his waist and wrapped her legs around him, feeling his shaft grazing her wet core. Her delicate hands stroked his thighs and then ran along his length.
Her hair was still pulled up on top of her head in that messy knot he secretly loved but yet his hand went for it and let her hair cascade down her shoulders and framing her delicate face.
The lust was still bright in her grey eyes. She leaned over him pressing her chest against his as she enveloped his lips with hers in a breathtaking kiss. Cuddy let out was could pass as a giggle as he nibbled at her earlobe. Her head lolled back, ready to take him in and he immediately complied. He slowly thrust into her and she moaned in pleasure. He grasped her hips and her hand ran
over his, her back arched, her head against the wall. His hands moved up and down her sides, teasing her breasts and caressed her smooth back.
When she felt his orgasm come closer, House reached down in between their intertwined bodies and stroked her slippery bud as she continued to wiggle, following the rhythm his hips were dictating. She hissed and gasped and drew him against her, sliding her tongue into his mouth and nibbling at his lip. She withdrew her mouth from his and let out a loud gasp as he hit the right spot with his fingers. She secured her arms behind his back, her nails gripping his shoulders and leaving marks. He pounded into her a couple more times, faster and faster as he felt her muscles clench around his cock. She came screaming incoherently, her sounds muffled by his shoulder. He came soon after, enjoying the way her inner wall clenched around him and the way her teeth nibbled on his skin.
"Screw the kitchen." She repeated earning a chuckle from him. They looked at each other and then down at the clothes scattered around them. After a couple seconds they burst out laughing.
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They had dinner together and enjoyed a nice movie while snuggling on the couch. Their relationship was developing quite well. They spent every night together, switching between his or her place. They went out in incognito, still wanting to keep everything under wraps and most of all hidden by the people at the hospital. She didn't fear for her job, for her position as Dean of Medicine, she had told him, but for the relationship itself. He had agreed that they should way a little bit longer and see what was going to happen, especially since Celeste came back into the picture. No one still knew about her being related to them.
Cuddy and the girl hadn't met since the day the two of them had lunch together. But as much as Cuddy would have loved to chat with her on a daily basis, she understood that Celeste needed some time to figure herself out in order to finally embrace her new life in a way or the other. Celeste knew about Cuddy dating someone. What she didn't know was that the man she had never seen was her biological father and both House and Cuddy decided to keep that secret from her and from anyone else until House and the girl were ready.
Later that night, he had received a call from Chase, assuring him that the patient was fine and Richardson would look after the patient till the end of his recovery. Cuddy had been applying lotion on her legs when he got back into the room already in his sleeping attire and sprawled himself on the king-sized bed.
"Patient's fine. Richardson hates my guts for ruining his dinner date with his bimbo." He said, trying to ease the tiredness from his face.
"Dr. Richardson is an old married man." Cuddy replied without looking up at him.
"So what? He has been having an affair with that ginger nurse since she started working here five years ago." He explained. This time Cuddy looked up at him in shock.
"Are you serious?" she asked, earning a nod from the man. "Wow… I had never expected him to be quite the latin lover." She chuckled, sitting the bottle of lotion back onto her bedside table. She crawled up towards him and rested her head on his chest. Her knee rested on his thigh as he held her close to him and kissed the top of her head.
"He ain't a latin lover. His wife has been having an affair with that tall man with the beard from the transplant committee." He continued.
"Mr. Hallward? I thought he was gay." she replied, truly amused by her partner being the king of gossip of Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital.
"Bisexual. He tried to grab my ass a while ago… almost punched him in the face." He explained and Cuddy chuckled.
She closed her eyes and relaxed, lulled by his chest rising and falling in time with his breathing.
"Uhm…" she snuggled a little more against his side.
"What am I? Your teddy bear?" he asked. She nodded against his chest and sighed contented.
Some time later a phone went off.
"I told you to put it on silent." Cuddy mumbled and pinched his arm. House yelped and poked at her side.
"It's yours." He told her and they both groaned in disapproval. She rolled on her back and reached for her smart phone on the bedside table. She opened her eyes and read the caller ID. She immediately sat up and looked down at House.
"It's Celeste." She spoke softly, trying not to panic.
"Well, answer the damn phone." He said, sitting up next to her and looking at his own phone.
"Dr. Cuddy." She answered locking her eyes with his. "What's wrong honey?" she asked, frowning. "Have you called 911? You did the right thing." She paused. "I'm coming there. There's no need to thank me, sweetie. I'll be there as soon as I can." She ended the call and abruptly stood up and opened her wardrobe, taking off the first clothes she could find.
"What's wrong?" House asked, changing out of his pajamas too.
"Her father had an unexpected reaction to the trial. She called 911 immediately and they'll be there soon. The hotel they're staying is 5 minutes from the hospital." She said whilst getting dressed. "I'm going to the hospital." She said, finally turning to face him.
"I'm coming too." He said looking straight into her eyes. Cuddy simply nodded and gently smiled at him, before zipping her sweater and leaving House alone in the bedroom.
He sighed rubbed his face, trying to erase the nervousness he was feeling.
"House?" Cuddy called for him from the doorway. He sighed one more time before following Cuddy to the car.