A/N: sorry this has really no dialogue. its basically dealing with House and Danielle individually. So enjoy.
Danielle woke up the next morning, her head pounded something awful. She turned her head slightly and saw the handsome face of Dr. Gregory House. She smiled as the events from the night before flooded her mind. She snuggled into his strong, bare chest, his arm wrapped around her. She felt safe. The alcohol explained the pounding in her head. The sex explained the feeling of the sheets on her bare skin. She couldn't stop smiling. She had been so open, so honest with him. She had learned a lot about him too. She figured that his childhood was very personal and painful and would come out in time but until then, She was content with the snip-bits he gave her. She knew that the only person who knew him was Wilson. She also knew they had both had their hearts broken by people they were in love with. He stirred slightly in his sleep. Her heart got a fluttery feel. It took her by surprise.
shit, she thought. Fuck, I can't be falling. This was supposed to be only pretend not... But Danielle knew she was. She wanted to really be dating House. She was falling for him. She willed her self to calm down. She snuggled close to him and closed her eyes. She didn't even know if he felt the same. He probably didn't. She drifted of into a dreamless sleep.
House woke up at about a quarter after ten. He really had slept in. Normally hes up but just doesn't want to go to work, or has to work on his leg before work. He's never usually slept past 8. He sat up and started working his leg. I gets stiff in the morning from not being used. But as he moved though, he felt a shift on the bed. He looked over and noticed the naked body of Danielle. He chest moved up and down rhythmically to her breathing. she looked beautiful just like that. All of a sudden his memory of the night before, which was a little hazy before, cleared up. He and Danielle had been drinking and talking. He told her about his leg and about Stacy and Cuddy. She told him about her exes and they found they had both been hurt by people they were in love with. He told her a bit about his childhood. It seemed to satisfy her. The only person who knew fully about it was Wilson and it was hard to tell even him, and they were best friends. Like brothers. He gave a little smirk as he thought about last night with her. He had tried to pick her up to carry her into his room but she stopped him. She cared if he got hurt. He was sure he could have picked her up, but then he remember the incident with the hooker and the amps. He was glad she had said no. Come to think of it, last night, she had been completely understanding with accommodating his leg. She didn't have a problem with anything and seemed to genuinely enjoy it. Not like most of the hookers. It was like she wanted to please him and be with him. There was a calmness that came over him at the thought and sight of her. He leaned over and kissed her nose. She scrunched it up like a bunny. He thought she looked beautiful. House decided to let her sleep. He stood up, leaned over and pulled the blanket over her so she wouldn't get cold. He then grabbed his cane and headed off to the kitchen.
No my lovelys, a little authors Note. We see house and a gruff cold person, but we've also seen him care. So this, he's alone and we can see he cares. So just wanted to say that so none of you can say hes not like that. remember Danielle's asleep and can't see that he does.
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~Littlemiss-RozaAnn~