House: Why are you here?
(Cuddy hesitated for a moment, before turning back around to face him.)
Cuddy: I wasn’t going to leave you, passed out in your own vomit.
(Cuddy paused and smiled slightly.)
Cuddy: Your insomnia seems to have been cured.
House: You going to credit yourself for that?
(Cuddy walked over towards House.)
Cuddy: Well, if I hadn’t have been worried about you, and knocked on your door, you would probably still be drunk and still unable to sleep at night.
(Cuddy stood ever so close to House, that he began to tense up, whereas Cuddy was very relaxed and smiled sensually up at him.)
House: I am, sort of, still a little drunk.
(Cuddy smiled as House began to ease up.)
House: If that helps.
(Cuddy put her hands, underneath his jacket, and brought him in closer.)
House: Are you drunk too?
Cuddy: Just shut-up.
(They both leaned in to kiss when--)
(Knock-Knock)
--
Wilson: House? House-
(House answered the door, only opening the door slightly. So Wilson couldn’t see inside.)
Wilson: I wanted to just, apologize for yesterday. I shouldn’t have brought Amber up, or made you think it was your fault. We’re past that, and I just wanted you to know.
House: Okay.
(House was about to close the door, when Wilson stuck his foot in the door.)
Wilson: What’s going on?
House: I’m busy.
(Wilson peered in and noticed a black jacket.)
Wilson: Do you have someone in there with you?
(Cuddy froze, trying not to make a sound. She was stuck hiding por the door, House obviously enjoyed this but Cuddy looked anxious and annoyed.)
House: No-one. When did you get all jealous?
(Wilson gave House a look before taking his foot out of the way of the door and House closed it.)
Cuddy: That was, annoying.
(House and Cuddy looked at each other intently before they kissed passionately, Cuddy’s back hit the mirror behind her and broke it but they didn’t care.)
House: That’s seven years bad luck.
(Cuddy and House stood there, their eyes connected and their bodies melting into each other.)
Cuddy: We’ve had worse.
(Cuddy grabbed her coat; before she gave House one last smile before opening the door and leaving.)
--
To be continued.
(Cuddy hesitated for a moment, before turning back around to face him.)
Cuddy: I wasn’t going to leave you, passed out in your own vomit.
(Cuddy paused and smiled slightly.)
Cuddy: Your insomnia seems to have been cured.
House: You going to credit yourself for that?
(Cuddy walked over towards House.)
Cuddy: Well, if I hadn’t have been worried about you, and knocked on your door, you would probably still be drunk and still unable to sleep at night.
(Cuddy stood ever so close to House, that he began to tense up, whereas Cuddy was very relaxed and smiled sensually up at him.)
House: I am, sort of, still a little drunk.
(Cuddy smiled as House began to ease up.)
House: If that helps.
(Cuddy put her hands, underneath his jacket, and brought him in closer.)
House: Are you drunk too?
Cuddy: Just shut-up.
(They both leaned in to kiss when--)
(Knock-Knock)
--
Wilson: House? House-
(House answered the door, only opening the door slightly. So Wilson couldn’t see inside.)
Wilson: I wanted to just, apologize for yesterday. I shouldn’t have brought Amber up, or made you think it was your fault. We’re past that, and I just wanted you to know.
House: Okay.
(House was about to close the door, when Wilson stuck his foot in the door.)
Wilson: What’s going on?
House: I’m busy.
(Wilson peered in and noticed a black jacket.)
Wilson: Do you have someone in there with you?
(Cuddy froze, trying not to make a sound. She was stuck hiding por the door, House obviously enjoyed this but Cuddy looked anxious and annoyed.)
House: No-one. When did you get all jealous?
(Wilson gave House a look before taking his foot out of the way of the door and House closed it.)
Cuddy: That was, annoying.
(House and Cuddy looked at each other intently before they kissed passionately, Cuddy’s back hit the mirror behind her and broke it but they didn’t care.)
House: That’s seven years bad luck.
(Cuddy and House stood there, their eyes connected and their bodies melting into each other.)
Cuddy: We’ve had worse.
(Cuddy grabbed her coat; before she gave House one last smile before opening the door and leaving.)
--
To be continued.
