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13. Chapter

The sun was making her way through the curtains and tickled Cuddy's nose. She yawned and opened up her eyes. It took a few seconds before her memories of last night came back. She sighed loudly.

"Having a sex dream about me?" House voice was still sleepy.

"I am sorry to disappoint you but no."

"Do you mean "no" no sex dream or "no" not about me?"

"Good question … but I'm not going to answer it." Cuddy had decided to pretend like nothing had happened. She was sure that this was best for everyone. Besides nothing actually had happened anyway.

"You are…" House wasn't able to finish the sentence because Cuddy did interrupt him before: "A party pooper, I know."

"Actually I wanted to say that you are a sexy, teasing witch."

"Thanks for this awesome compliment… I really don't know how any woman can resist you. You are so damn charming." Her voice was filled with sarcasm.

"I am. Aren't I?" House grinned.

"Totally." Cuddy got up from the couch. "And as a charming gentlemen you should get your ass out of bed now and help your mom to prepare breakfast while I take a shower." She said before she disappeared into the bathroom.

Even though she was already gone for a few seconds House was still grinning like an idiot. Wasn't this woman just perfect?

"Good morning, Greg." Blythe smiled when her son entered the kitchen.

"Hey." House said and immediately went to the fridge to get out milk for the coffee his mom was making at the moment.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Have you already forgotten that I hate small talk?"

"No… I haven't forgotten. But if you prefer talking about your father instead I would definitely not say no." She put three coffee cups on the table.

"Then I guess I prefer pointless small talk." House said and dropped down on the chair.

Blythe sat down next to him. "I know you hate serious talk as much as you hate small talk but we really need to talk, Greg."

"We don't. John as well as my biological father are dead. What happened, happened. Neither of us can change that now. You could have changed it back than… But you didn't."

It almost killed Blythe to hear that. There was so much pain in his voice that she practical could feel it herself. "Do you really think I haven't tried to change it? Do you think I was okay with that what John did to you? Do you really think that?"

"I don't know what to think, mom!" Was House's loud response.

Blythe looked at her son and took a deep breath. "John was in Europe for two months when I met Joseph. He was the complete opposite of John. He was caring and extremely funny. So it didn't take me long to fell in love with him." Blythe decided that it was best to tell her son the whole story from the start on. That was something she already should have done years ago.

She continued: "At that time I had no clue that he was a priest. When I got pregnant I was totally excited and couldn't wait to tell Joseph. I was ready to leave John and to start a new life with him and you. But when I told him about you and my plans of a new life he freaked out and left. Two weeks later John came home. We went to church together next day and that was when I found out that the father of my child was a priest… So I decided to tell John that you were his kid. When you were born and he continued to be so rude I told him that I'll leave him if he doesn't change his behavior. It was better for a few weeks but then it started all over again…"

Blythe swallowed. "When you were three he hit you for the first time… This night I packed our things, took you and went away. We were already at the train station when he was suddenly standing in front of us... … … He said that I am destroying your life if I leave now. We both knew that you were special, you already were able to count and you could even read. He told me that you deserve a good education and that I am not able to give it to you… And he was right with that. I didn't have any money, you never would have been a doctor right now if I went away with you, I never would have been able to afford you a good education." Tears were now streaming down from her cheeks.

"… Back then I thought it was the right choice to stay… But when I look at you now and see how damaged you are I just want to slap myself for what I did to you. You were such a sweet little boy, I should have done everything to protect you even though your education may have suffered because of that. I have been a bad mom… and I am so sorry for that. I love you so much I just wanted to do what's best for you."

House wanted to kick himself into his ass for being so mean to his mom. She hadn't have an easy life either. She probably had to suffer as much as he did.

House captured her hand in his. "I know, mom."

His action surprised Blythe. Usually her son was never the first one to make physical contact.

Her tears were finally drying again. With her free hand she started caressing his right cheek. "I have made so many mistakes. I've loved a man who never loved me back and just caused me pain. I spent my life with a violent man I never should have married in first place. I wasn't able to give you the careless childhood each kid deserves.

But you have the chance to do better, Greg. You can be together with the woman you truly love and who loves you back. You just have to suck it up and finally tell her how you feel. You don't have to miserable, Greg. You don't deserve to be. You can have a better life than I had and I want you to live this life. I want you to be happy."

"Mom…" House wanted to clarify that he was not in love with Cuddy but his mom didn't even give him the chance to let him talk.

"You can deny it all you want, Greg… I am your mother and I can see and feel certain things that other people don't feel as clearly as I do. Lisa and you have something special… You know it as well as she and I do. Don't spend your time denying it. Life is far too short for such useless games."

House let go of her hand and again wanted to say something but just when he was about to start talking Cuddy entered the room with a cheerful "Good Morning!"

"Good morning, Lisa.", Blythe said. "I hope you were able to fall asleep soon after you left the living room." She couldn't help herself. She just had to mention last night again.

"Yeah… I was." Cuddy lied and sat down next to House who seemed to be completely absent minded.

"Good… I guess you want to drink a coffee as well?", Blythe asked.

Cuddy nodded and took the cup Blythe was offering her.

In the meantime House was busy with processing what his mother just had told him. He wasn't that surprised about the fact that his mom knew what he was feeling for Cuddy but he was surprised that she talked to him about it and he was even more surprised that his mom talked about all those other things she had kept to herself for years.

She had opened up to him and told him the truth. She had asked him to live a happy life and his mom knew that in order to have a happy life he had to tell Cuddy that he loved her.

But this wasn't as easy as it sounds. Not at all. Telling someone that you love him/her for the first time is a very big step for everyone and especially for him.

He may seemed to be a tough man who can also be rude if he wants to but concerning heart issues he was as fragile as a rough egg.

"Did you finally talk to your mom?"

"Why?"

"Because you are acting weird." Cuddy opened up her suitcase to lay her pj's in it. "You haven't made a sexist comment in over one hour."

"Me acting weird is when I don't make comments about Patty and Selma?"

"Yeah."

"You are pretty weird as well, you know?"

"You wouldn't have a job if I wasn't." Was her immediate response.

"This point goes to you." House said and grinned.

Cuddy dropped down next to him on the bed. "Are your mom and you okay again?"

"Kind of."

"That's good." Cuddy smiled. "Do you have anything planned for today?"

"Nope. You?"

She shook her head no. "But I'd like to look around a bit and check out the city."

"There is not much to check out. This city is as small as Wilson's ability to object to sex with a needy woman."

Cuddy laughed. "You gonna accompany me or not?"

"Of course I am… Those people here aren't used to sexy women walking down the street. Someone has to be there to cast an eye on you. Don't want these people to check out Patty and Selma or Big Mamma."

"Please don't tell me you named my ass Big Mamma?"

"I sure did." He said and started grinning again.

They went to the city by car and were currently strolling through a side street that was – to Cuddy's pleasure – full of all kind of boutiques and of small comfortable cafés.

"Look over there!" House suddenly said. "Isn't this the perfect dress for you? It totally would set off your boobs."

"You mean this is the perfect dress for one of Wilson's needy women."

"You are right. Big Mamma wouldn't fit in that dress anyway." As soon as House was finished with his sentence Cuddy gave him a slap on his arm. "Big Mamma fits in every dress!"

"Then show me."

"You want me to try on the dress?" Cuddy looked up at him in order to see into his eyes.

"Yes!", he said, took her hand and dragged her into the boutique that had that sexy, red dress on display in their shop window.

"What is taking you so long?" House was sitting on a red couch in front of the changing room and was already waiting for Cuddy to finally come out and present him the dress.

"Not everything is as easy to put on as a pair of jeans."

"I could come in and help you."

"Thanks for your kind offer but I guess I'll be able to manage it on my own." Cuddy said while closing the zipper of the dress that luckily was on the right and not on the backside of the robe.

"You sure?"

"Totally… Besides I doubt that you are capable of getting a woman dressed. Usually you take their clothes off." Cuddy pulled the curtain to the side and stepped out of the small changing room.

As soon as House laid eyes on her his heart started to beat faster, his brain switched off and his blood seemed to rush into just one special organ. He wanted to make a sexual comment… But he couldn't. He was too busy staring at this beautiful woman in this sexy dress in front of him.

"Your facial expression tells me that you like it very much." Cuddy smiled at him teasingly.

"Like is not quite the right word. "Adore" would be a much better one." He let his eyes roam over her flawless body. The dress really did set off Patty and Selma perfectly.

"And unlike you said, Big Mamma is perfectly fitting into this dress." Cuddy said and turned around which seemed to make House even more crazy.

"You so need to take this dress."

"No way! I am not going to wear it!"

"But you look hot like hell in it. If you wear it on the next fundraiser you organize you will get snowed under with money… And you will probably also get a few marriage proposals."

"No way, House. Forget it." She said and went back into the changing room.

"Noo! Don't stop the fun just yet! I haven't even taken a pic of you with my phone yet."

"If you had you wouldn't have a phone anymore by now."

"I guess you already know that you are a party pooper?" House said.

"I do." Answered Cuddy while trying to open up the zipper. But this turned out to be more difficult than expected. The zipper somehow didn't want to move. Not even one inch.

She sighed in annoyance and tried once again to free her from the dress but the zipper still did not move.

Cuddy rolled with her eyes. She needed help and she just had one option: To ask House.

"House?" Her voice told him that she didn't seem to be very happy right now.

"Yepp?"

"The zipper won't let me open it up… Can you…" She closed her eyes for a second and exhaled loudly. "Can you please help me?"

A mischievous grin formed on his face. He opened up the curtain in order to slip into the changing room, his grin as still on his face.

"Just help me and then get out again." Cuddy said while she was trying once again to open up the zipper.

House was standing behind her. Through the mirror he could she her front and his opinion was still the same as a few moments ago: She looked absolutely gorgeous.

"Can you speed this up a bit?" asked Cuddy when she noticed that he wasn't doing anything apart from staring at her through the mirror.

He slowly lay his right arm on her hip and moved upwards until he reached the zipper.

A cold shudder went through Cuddy's spine as soon as his hand came in contact with her body. His touch seemed to have a magical impact on her. It made her feel alive, it calmed her down but at the same time it made her heart pound harder. It was a unique feeling.

He took the zipper in between his fingers and tried to pull it down but the success failed to appear.

"It is stuck." He stated.

"Thanks Mr. Obvious." Cuddy's voice was dripping with sarcasm.

House tried it again. This time the zipper moved but not more than one inch.

He wasn't even realizing it when he lay his hand on her other hip as well. Touching her just felt so right.

"I guess this is fate", House said. His breath was tickling Cuddy's neck. Something that didn't really help her to get her heart to calm down.

"You mean fate wants me to buy this dress?"

"Yes."

"We both don't believe in fate."

"I started to believe right now."

"But I don't… So please keep trying to open up this damn zipper."

House tried it once again. This time he was standing even nearer to Cuddy as the two times before.

His right hand was moving to the zipper again when suddenly their eyes met in the mirror. Blue met sandstone green. Fire met water. Sky met hell.

A warm, weird feeling was spreading out in her chest. She was feeling like a teenager all over again. She wanted to run away but she couldn't. Being so close to him was far better than running away.

He lowered his head down on her shoulder, took in her wonderful scent and closed his eyes for a short moment. "Have I already told you that your perfume is intoxicating?"

"I kinda read this from your actions." Cuddy's voice was low. She was still looking at him via the mirror.

Her body got covered with goose bumps when she suddenly felt House's warm mouth on her neck. He started to fondle her neck with soft kisses.

"I'm under the… impression that you are not trying to open up the zipper anymore." It was hard for her not to just close her eyes and enjoy what he was doing but she had to stay rational. She couldn't let this happen. Not again!

"What zipper?", House asked to indicate to her that the zipper was the last thing on his mind right now. He kept kissing her neck, her shoulder, her cheek and everything else that was on his way to each of them.

"We agreed to stop, House."

"I never agreed to that."

"But I asked you to."

"You don't really want me to stop." He whispered and continued to caress her with kisses. He softly lay his hand on her cheek and turned her head to the right side where his lips immediately captured hers.

She wanted to resist. She really did want to. But it wasn't possible. It was feeling far to good.

Cuddy finally turned around her whole body, twined her arms around his neck and started to kiss him back forcefully. God, she had missed that. She had missed him.

House hands moved from her shoulders to her ass. He captured each cheek with one hand and pressed her against him to show her how much he wanted her. He wanted her to feel what she did to him.

When Cuddy noticed his erection that was pressing against her abdomen she suddenly broke away from him.

He was giving her a confused look.

"We can't do that." Cuddy said.

"Of course we can."

"We are in a changing room. All that parts us from the public is a thin curtain. Apart from that I still believe that it's best if we don't sleep together anymore."

She wanted to sleep with him. Of course she did want to but that was just a small part of what she wanted. She wanted the whole thing. She wanted a relationship. But House hates commitments. He needed his freedom and his independence. And she needed someone that was on her side and not someone that was just here for sex.

She wanted more. Much more. And she highly doubted that House would want to give her that.

TBC…

Here you have your Huddy kiss… more Huddy love is going to follow. That is a promise!

I am not quite satisfied with the talk House and Blythe had. I wanted to write the dialog more original… more house-like… I changed it a few times and this was the best I was able to come up with. Please tell me what you think about it. And also tell me what you think about House' reaction. Was it in character or not? And what do you think about the Huddy kiss? Was it realistic how it happened? Just tell me what you think! I want to know! xD

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