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I'm loving the fact that you're enjoying this fiction! Nothing makes me prouder =)
Anyway, I sort of have bad news. This is chapter 13, but chapter 14 is the last one, so I thought I'd warn te beforehand that this fiction is close to its end ^^ Ok? Two più chappies to go =p
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Chapter 13 - "The Issues"
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“Well, if I remember correctly, we were about to go to your bedroom to do grown-up stuff.” – House said.
Then he remembered what the real domanda was. He didn’t really care about it, really, but since Cuddy avoided answering, his curiosity reached its limit.
“What did Wilson say?” – He asked right away.
“Aahum…” – Cuddy tried to speak, her voice fading slowly.
Wilson asked her to not say anything. What could she do, now? Lie? She didn’t feel comfortable with that.
She felt her hormones calming down da now – which was good, and bad at the same time. She didn’t want to lose all her rationality all of a sudden, but at the same time a flow of disappointment was sent through her body.
She wanted House. It was pretty evident for both of them now, and the fact that he put that aside and insisted on knowing what her exchange with Wilson was, showed her that he was afraid she’d find out he had some serious intentions towards her – Why?
“Why do te want to know?” – She asked, sitting down on her couch.
House remained standing up where he was, a few meters away. His body language was clearly altered now. He was trying to wash away his deepest feelings with his arrogant pose. He was back to his usual self.
“Just curious. Now humor me” – He insisted, clearly mostrare that he wasn’t going to give up that easily.
“He asked what was going on…asked how I was…” – She managed to say, slowly.
“Yeeesss?”
Cuddy didn’t like his tone, and suddenly this whole situation annoyed her.
Her temper was like that. It would snap from one instant to another. Suddenly she didn’t care about breaking her promise to Wilson, what mattered now was confronting House and getting the information she wanted.
“Actually, he told me te two spoke on the phone earlier, and that te were quite eager to be nice to me, just like that, out of the blue. Funny thing, don’t te think?” – She said, tilting her head slightly, affronting House in exactly the same way he did many times.
Damn it, Wilson. - He cursed mentally.
“Yes, I had this strike of good will and felt I should make up to te for having to sleep on the other side of the door; because I was drunk.” – He detto as it was the most obvious thing in the world. He was a gifted liar after all.
“Hum, maybe. But when I asked te before what brought te here, te detto te had no secondo intentions at all; why didn’t te say the truth back then? …You had plenty of time to find out a good excuse, that’s what I think.” – Cuddy snapped back.
This whole situation was ridiculous. Here they were, grown-up adults making up excuses instead of dealing it with maturity.
Since House took his time to open his mouth to snap back, Cuddy added:
“Back at the kitchen…” – She started, making a subtle pause – “You detto we had some issues to discuss. Well…?”
“I’m pretty sure we started discussing them already.” – He said, trying to gain some time again.
Back at the kitchen, he knew what he had to say: That he wanted her, and that he knew she wanted him too, and that they should pick it up from that point and see where it would lead. But now…now she was the one confronting him. She found a way of turning the tables. Typical.
This wasn’t the plan he had. It should be him confronting her. That way it’d be pretty easier, because it was his way. The way he wanted. And due to her expertise of dominance, she turned his plan upside down; he was lacking the courage he needed now.
Since Cuddy was still waiting for House to say something else, he decided to unisciti her at the divano – his leg was still aching più than ever because he ditched his cane on the kitchen.
He looked at her intently – there was no going back now.
“I think te know what’s this all about. You’re a smart woman, Cuddy.” – He detto in a low voice.
God he can’t just admit it, can he? He’s just waiting for me to do everything so he won’t be compromised da something he says o does. Like what happened in the kitchen. He knew all along I’d fall for it. I took the first step and if there were any consequences I’d be the one to blame o be judged. No, it won’t be like that. Not this time.
“I don’t know what te mean. o maybe I do, but I’m sick of being the one speaking o doing things that involves two to take.”
Cunning Cuddy. That should be her nickname.
“Fair enough. Then I’ll go straight to the point: it’s fairly obvious that we both want the same thing, so we should just let it go and see how it goes.” – House said, feeling weird, for exposing things like this all of a sudden.
“Huum…I’m not sure…” – Cuddy started, feeling that House didn’t say it all yet – “…that I know what te mean.” - Oh she knew. She just felt like teasing him.
“Damn it Cuddy, I want you.”
As he detto this, he surrounded her with his arms, making her only direction of moving down. She did sposta down gradually as his body covered hers and finally they were both lying on the couch. She forgot all about being the one in charge now.
“And te want me.” – House detto with a husky voice – “And if that isn’t enough for you, te live on an upside-down world.” – He said. And with no più words he kissed her hungrily like he should have for years.
Cuddy’s hand went automatically to his hair, grabbing it with such eagerness as if she was holding into her life, as the other one conducted his towards her right breast. Her dominance was slightly back although there was no need for it since his hand was already on the way up there.
Their tongues waltzed, their bodies begun losing their patience, Cuddy murmured his name maybe più than necessary, making House finally feeling complete.
She wrapped her legs around his waist again, only that this time they were on the horizontal.
House moaned, probably wanting her più than ever now, and she truly felt like a woman like she never did in her life.
They surfaced for air, staring at each other.
She recognized raw lust on his eyes. And something more. Something barely witnessed da her: need.
He needed her, and finally recognizing that made her cuore wanting to blow up from her chest, because she needed him as much, and after so many years of denial and snarky commenti and the Ice Queen role they were finally at the last, ultimate stage of finally belonging to each other.
And suddenly, his lack of fear made his mind clear. He didn’t just want her o need her. He loved her. He didn’t just want to take her to letto once o twice from time to time. He wanted her to be always there for him, something worth living for, besides his career. And there she was, waiting for him to open up.
She sort of knew now that he truly cared for her, maybe Amore her. She knew too that he wasn’t going to say that, even if it was true.
“Do I really need to say it?” – He asked, his thumb rubbing her cheek.
Cuddy read his eyes, and a couple secondi later, she answered, smiling broadly:
“No. No need.”
And so they closed the small gap again and Lost themselves on another earth-shattering kiss.
I'm loving the fact that you're enjoying this fiction! Nothing makes me prouder =)
Anyway, I sort of have bad news. This is chapter 13, but chapter 14 is the last one, so I thought I'd warn te beforehand that this fiction is close to its end ^^ Ok? Two più chappies to go =p
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Chapter 13 - "The Issues"
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“Well, if I remember correctly, we were about to go to your bedroom to do grown-up stuff.” – House said.
Then he remembered what the real domanda was. He didn’t really care about it, really, but since Cuddy avoided answering, his curiosity reached its limit.
“What did Wilson say?” – He asked right away.
“Aahum…” – Cuddy tried to speak, her voice fading slowly.
Wilson asked her to not say anything. What could she do, now? Lie? She didn’t feel comfortable with that.
She felt her hormones calming down da now – which was good, and bad at the same time. She didn’t want to lose all her rationality all of a sudden, but at the same time a flow of disappointment was sent through her body.
She wanted House. It was pretty evident for both of them now, and the fact that he put that aside and insisted on knowing what her exchange with Wilson was, showed her that he was afraid she’d find out he had some serious intentions towards her – Why?
“Why do te want to know?” – She asked, sitting down on her couch.
House remained standing up where he was, a few meters away. His body language was clearly altered now. He was trying to wash away his deepest feelings with his arrogant pose. He was back to his usual self.
“Just curious. Now humor me” – He insisted, clearly mostrare that he wasn’t going to give up that easily.
“He asked what was going on…asked how I was…” – She managed to say, slowly.
“Yeeesss?”
Cuddy didn’t like his tone, and suddenly this whole situation annoyed her.
Her temper was like that. It would snap from one instant to another. Suddenly she didn’t care about breaking her promise to Wilson, what mattered now was confronting House and getting the information she wanted.
“Actually, he told me te two spoke on the phone earlier, and that te were quite eager to be nice to me, just like that, out of the blue. Funny thing, don’t te think?” – She said, tilting her head slightly, affronting House in exactly the same way he did many times.
Damn it, Wilson. - He cursed mentally.
“Yes, I had this strike of good will and felt I should make up to te for having to sleep on the other side of the door; because I was drunk.” – He detto as it was the most obvious thing in the world. He was a gifted liar after all.
“Hum, maybe. But when I asked te before what brought te here, te detto te had no secondo intentions at all; why didn’t te say the truth back then? …You had plenty of time to find out a good excuse, that’s what I think.” – Cuddy snapped back.
This whole situation was ridiculous. Here they were, grown-up adults making up excuses instead of dealing it with maturity.
Since House took his time to open his mouth to snap back, Cuddy added:
“Back at the kitchen…” – She started, making a subtle pause – “You detto we had some issues to discuss. Well…?”
“I’m pretty sure we started discussing them already.” – He said, trying to gain some time again.
Back at the kitchen, he knew what he had to say: That he wanted her, and that he knew she wanted him too, and that they should pick it up from that point and see where it would lead. But now…now she was the one confronting him. She found a way of turning the tables. Typical.
This wasn’t the plan he had. It should be him confronting her. That way it’d be pretty easier, because it was his way. The way he wanted. And due to her expertise of dominance, she turned his plan upside down; he was lacking the courage he needed now.
Since Cuddy was still waiting for House to say something else, he decided to unisciti her at the divano – his leg was still aching più than ever because he ditched his cane on the kitchen.
He looked at her intently – there was no going back now.
“I think te know what’s this all about. You’re a smart woman, Cuddy.” – He detto in a low voice.
God he can’t just admit it, can he? He’s just waiting for me to do everything so he won’t be compromised da something he says o does. Like what happened in the kitchen. He knew all along I’d fall for it. I took the first step and if there were any consequences I’d be the one to blame o be judged. No, it won’t be like that. Not this time.
“I don’t know what te mean. o maybe I do, but I’m sick of being the one speaking o doing things that involves two to take.”
Cunning Cuddy. That should be her nickname.
“Fair enough. Then I’ll go straight to the point: it’s fairly obvious that we both want the same thing, so we should just let it go and see how it goes.” – House said, feeling weird, for exposing things like this all of a sudden.
“Huum…I’m not sure…” – Cuddy started, feeling that House didn’t say it all yet – “…that I know what te mean.” - Oh she knew. She just felt like teasing him.
“Damn it Cuddy, I want you.”
As he detto this, he surrounded her with his arms, making her only direction of moving down. She did sposta down gradually as his body covered hers and finally they were both lying on the couch. She forgot all about being the one in charge now.
“And te want me.” – House detto with a husky voice – “And if that isn’t enough for you, te live on an upside-down world.” – He said. And with no più words he kissed her hungrily like he should have for years.
Cuddy’s hand went automatically to his hair, grabbing it with such eagerness as if she was holding into her life, as the other one conducted his towards her right breast. Her dominance was slightly back although there was no need for it since his hand was already on the way up there.
Their tongues waltzed, their bodies begun losing their patience, Cuddy murmured his name maybe più than necessary, making House finally feeling complete.
She wrapped her legs around his waist again, only that this time they were on the horizontal.
House moaned, probably wanting her più than ever now, and she truly felt like a woman like she never did in her life.
They surfaced for air, staring at each other.
She recognized raw lust on his eyes. And something more. Something barely witnessed da her: need.
He needed her, and finally recognizing that made her cuore wanting to blow up from her chest, because she needed him as much, and after so many years of denial and snarky commenti and the Ice Queen role they were finally at the last, ultimate stage of finally belonging to each other.
And suddenly, his lack of fear made his mind clear. He didn’t just want her o need her. He loved her. He didn’t just want to take her to letto once o twice from time to time. He wanted her to be always there for him, something worth living for, besides his career. And there she was, waiting for him to open up.
She sort of knew now that he truly cared for her, maybe Amore her. She knew too that he wasn’t going to say that, even if it was true.
“Do I really need to say it?” – He asked, his thumb rubbing her cheek.
Cuddy read his eyes, and a couple secondi later, she answered, smiling broadly:
“No. No need.”
And so they closed the small gap again and Lost themselves on another earth-shattering kiss.
When does Amore become something we need, rather than something we want? Amore was seen as something special a long time ago. Now Amore is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. Amore is common currency when te are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older te get. Do we not care about the substance of what Amore was and not what it has been made into today da commercialisation from American Film and Televisione commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience Amore for real, can we commento and judge others who are in Love. Amore means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of Amore is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? Amore is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.
