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Blood surrounded House as he slowly drifted into unconciensness. When he woke up he was in a bed…his letto at Mayfield. He looked around. He was in a room…his room and Mayfield. It had all been a dream. He was thankful that this time it had been a dream and not a hallucination. He wondered if he ever really kissed Cuddy.
“Hey. How’d te sleep?” Cuddy asked walking in and sitting on his letto with him. “…I had a night mare, did we baciare yesterday?” He asked. “…yes…twice. Why?” She asked confused. He let out a big sigh and leaned back into the pillows. “What’s the matter?” She asked. “I had a bad dream and I just wondered how much of it was really a dream. That’s all.” He said. “What was it about?” She asked curious. She smirked when he got up and all he had on was his boxers again. “Like what te see?” He wiggled his eyebrow. “Very much so Dr.” She detto laying on the letto rather seductivley.
Just before everything got hotter, they were interupted. “Houseeeeee. My main man. Wat up?” This crazy gangsta patient came in. “Hey, Wack.” House greeted as Cuddy looked at them. “Pound it.” Wack detto holding his hand up for House to pound it. “Wack this is Cuddy. Cuddy this is Wack. Wack here is being released in 3 days.” House announced. “Yep. I’m gonna leave this place and go directly to the strip joint down town.” He detto hopping around. “Sounds lovley.” Cuddy detto sarcastically as she stood successivo to House. “Smack!” Someone shouted from down the hall. “Oh shit!” schiaffo, smack detto and handed House a bottle of pills quickly and got the hell out of there. “He’s completley sane.” House turned to her and detto sarcastically.
Dr. Grey stopped out of breath and turned to House as he threw him the bottle. It was all routine. “And they are releasing him?!” She said. “Well…he is leaving, he’s just getting transferred to a different facility.” He detto nearly laughing. “That’s horrible!” She detto playfully hitting him on the shoulder. He grabbed her da the waist and they both fell back on the bed. She ontop of him.
“Where were we?” She asked leaning down to baciare him. He flipped them over so he was ontop and had her arms pinned above her. “I can’t have sex with you.” He said. “Not until I get out of here. I don’t think it’s healthy for my brain…yet.” He detto regretfully. She sighed and frowned slightly. “I understand.” She said. “I’m sorry. I know te wanted this so bad…and belive me I did too.” He detto making her laugh a little.
“Shit!” She detto looking at her watch and pressing her fingers to her temples. “What?” He asked. “I have a board meeting in 20.” She replied sighing and getting up. “You need a vacation. te work yourself too hard.” He detto as she put on her shoes. “What I need is a cloning machine so I can clone myself. And then all my clones can do my job so I can stay here with you.” She detto as he stood as well. “Would that mean I could screw te and your clones?” He asked. “No. You’re a perv.” She detto straightening her camicia out. “You gotta Amore me though.” He said. “No, I don’t…” She sighed before continuing. “…but I do.”
She gave him a lingering baciare on his lips. She pressed her forhead on his lips and he kissed it. “I Amore you.” She whispered. ‘Did she just say she loved me?’ House hadn’t detto he loved someone and meant it in over 10 years. “I Amore te too.” He whispered back. A smile crept on her face because saying ‘I Amore you’ to him was the truth and a little test in its self. She knew it would be hard for him to reply with an ‘I Amore you’ but she also knew that if he did he really meant it.
Blood surrounded House as he slowly drifted into unconciensness. When he woke up he was in a bed…his letto at Mayfield. He looked around. He was in a room…his room and Mayfield. It had all been a dream. He was thankful that this time it had been a dream and not a hallucination. He wondered if he ever really kissed Cuddy.
“Hey. How’d te sleep?” Cuddy asked walking in and sitting on his letto with him. “…I had a night mare, did we baciare yesterday?” He asked. “…yes…twice. Why?” She asked confused. He let out a big sigh and leaned back into the pillows. “What’s the matter?” She asked. “I had a bad dream and I just wondered how much of it was really a dream. That’s all.” He said. “What was it about?” She asked curious. She smirked when he got up and all he had on was his boxers again. “Like what te see?” He wiggled his eyebrow. “Very much so Dr.” She detto laying on the letto rather seductivley.
Just before everything got hotter, they were interupted. “Houseeeeee. My main man. Wat up?” This crazy gangsta patient came in. “Hey, Wack.” House greeted as Cuddy looked at them. “Pound it.” Wack detto holding his hand up for House to pound it. “Wack this is Cuddy. Cuddy this is Wack. Wack here is being released in 3 days.” House announced. “Yep. I’m gonna leave this place and go directly to the strip joint down town.” He detto hopping around. “Sounds lovley.” Cuddy detto sarcastically as she stood successivo to House. “Smack!” Someone shouted from down the hall. “Oh shit!” schiaffo, smack detto and handed House a bottle of pills quickly and got the hell out of there. “He’s completley sane.” House turned to her and detto sarcastically.
Dr. Grey stopped out of breath and turned to House as he threw him the bottle. It was all routine. “And they are releasing him?!” She said. “Well…he is leaving, he’s just getting transferred to a different facility.” He detto nearly laughing. “That’s horrible!” She detto playfully hitting him on the shoulder. He grabbed her da the waist and they both fell back on the bed. She ontop of him.
“Where were we?” She asked leaning down to baciare him. He flipped them over so he was ontop and had her arms pinned above her. “I can’t have sex with you.” He said. “Not until I get out of here. I don’t think it’s healthy for my brain…yet.” He detto regretfully. She sighed and frowned slightly. “I understand.” She said. “I’m sorry. I know te wanted this so bad…and belive me I did too.” He detto making her laugh a little.
“Shit!” She detto looking at her watch and pressing her fingers to her temples. “What?” He asked. “I have a board meeting in 20.” She replied sighing and getting up. “You need a vacation. te work yourself too hard.” He detto as she put on her shoes. “What I need is a cloning machine so I can clone myself. And then all my clones can do my job so I can stay here with you.” She detto as he stood as well. “Would that mean I could screw te and your clones?” He asked. “No. You’re a perv.” She detto straightening her camicia out. “You gotta Amore me though.” He said. “No, I don’t…” She sighed before continuing. “…but I do.”
She gave him a lingering baciare on his lips. She pressed her forhead on his lips and he kissed it. “I Amore you.” She whispered. ‘Did she just say she loved me?’ House hadn’t detto he loved someone and meant it in over 10 years. “I Amore te too.” He whispered back. A smile crept on her face because saying ‘I Amore you’ to him was the truth and a little test in its self. She knew it would be hard for him to reply with an ‘I Amore you’ but she also knew that if he did he really meant it.
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.
“WTF? Since when did she get here???”
