A/N: Thanks for reading...
House had just finished his clinic hours and it was now 5:30. He had realized while he was listening to the idiots that this was only their second real dinner date. So he decided to clean up nicely, showering in the locker room and putting on a new shirt and a pair of black slacks.
On his way out of the locker room he had another thought, but for that he needed to get into Wilson's locked office.
It didn't take long for him to break in, one of the last things Lucas had done for him, was to make a copy of Cuddy's central key for every door in the hospital. One more thing that showed how reliable and loyal Lucas really had been. Thank God Cuddy had finally dumped him.
After he had closed the door behind him, he limped to the desk opening all of the drawers, hoping that he could find the card of a florist. Yes, he was going to buy Annette some flowers. But he had no idea where the florist was, he knew though that Wilson had a card for all the flowers he had bought for his ex-wives throughout the years.
Ah, finally hidden in Wilson's calendar a card which said Andy's flowers. And just as House expected it was located very close to the hospital.
Now the next question was which flowers should he get? The tradition was of course roses, be he wasn't a traditional guy. It was something to think about on his way over to the florist.
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"Hello, I'm Andy. How can I help you?" Andy was a very tall, taller than House, with muscles bigger than bike wheels. Obviously he was full of steroids, House thought.
"I'm looking for some flowers for my date, but no roses." He could be very polite if he wanted to be and it did help when someone was as big as Andy.
"Ah, for that special someone in your life." Andy's smile and hand gestures confirmed his other suspicion though. He was as gay as they come.
They went along the shop with Andy explaining and showing the different kind of flowers, House did a pretty good job in ignoring the man taking a look around the shop for himself. And then he saw the perfect ones. They were daisies, but not the regular white and yellow ones, no these were pink and then turned white at the top. He didn't really know what made them so perfect for her, but he had made his decision, those were the flowers he was going to buy.
"I see you've made your choice, sir. The asteraceae, also known as the daisy. You've made a very wise choice as we all know aster means star in Greek…" as Andy babbled on House debated whether or not he should get a card.
"Would you like a card with the flowers, sir?"
"No thanks." House decided because he was giving Annette the flowers in person there was no need for a card.
After House had paid for the flowers it was time for him to drive to Annette's. He was getting nervous, which was silly, but it had been a while since he had bought flowers for a woman. He hoped she really liked it.
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Meanwhile Annette was putting the finishing touches of her make-up on, not that she was wearing much, just a touch of foundation and some red lipstick.
She had let her hair down and instead of straightening it left it curly, which she knew Greg liked very much. They had a very lively and funny discussion about why Annette should keep her hair curly instead of straight some weeks ago.
Annette had also chosen to wear a dark green dress running down just past her knees. Her whole outfit finished off with a pair of, as Greg would call them, do-me-pumps.
Just as she putting her cell in her purse there was a knock on the door. But not just any knock it was the sound of Greg's cane hitting her door. Weird, she thought he wouldn't have to knock he had a key.
When she opened the door, she was shocked to say the least. He was standing before her with a smug smile and wide eyes taking in what she was wearing.
He really cleaned up nicely. Greg was wearing a white pressed shirt, which was tucked into a well fitting pair of black slacks. But then she frowned, he was hiding something behind his back.
"We're not taking your bike, are we?"
She looked back up at him, his eyes were still trailing down her body finally stopping on her shoes. He seemed to like her outfit. "Greg?" She asked again.
His eyes trailed back up to her face again. She felt a little uncomfortable by the intensity of his eyes on her.
"Did you say something?" He smiled when he noticed her blush.
"Yes, are we taking the bike?" She pointed to the hand behind his back. House shook his head and showed her the flowers.
She gasped when she saw the daisies. "Wow" Was all she could say in a whisper. Annette took them slowly and smelled them while looking back up at him. And the look she gave him took his breath away. No one had ever looked at him with so much affection and love at the same time, not even Cameron.
It was a shame they had to be somewhere else, because right now he had something else in mind.
"These are beautiful." She said still in a whisper "Thank you."
He wanted to say something romantic, but was afraid to screw this perfect moment up by saying something stupid. So he just nodded.
She turned and he had to grab his cane very tightly to keep his balance. The dress exposed her back nicely. The length of her gorgeous curls, God he loved those curls, ending just at the middle of her shoulder blades. The rest of her back was for his viewing pleasure.
He saw her walking to the kitchen and he was finally ready to take a step into the apartment without tripping or falling over.
When she returned she had put the flowers in a vase. "Are you ready to go?"
"Yes" She sat the vase on the coffee table. When she wanted to get her coat from the closet he had already grabbed it for her.
"I'm going out with a gentleman tonight…" She said as he helped her into her coat.
"As soon as we get back here, there won't be much left of him." He said in a hoarse voice, which made her spine tingle. "You look stunning…" He whispered still standing behind her.
She turned and he looked surprised that he had let that last comment slip. "Thank you, you look quite dashing yourself." She gave him a kiss on the corner of his mouth.
He ignored her comment and instead said "We should get going." She knew that he doesn't deal well with compliments, but she could see something in his eyes.