Ok… I felt this fic getting a little bit too OOC. So this is the last chapter. As always I hope you’ll enjoy :)
Love.
‘So?” Wilson began.
‘So? What?’ House sighed walking to the sofa.
‘You talked?’ He asked curiously ‘ because wandering around the city for 5 hours is quite of sacrifice, you know’
‘Yea… thanks for that, we… cleared a few things’
‘So are you together?’ Wilson shrieked like a fangirl.
‘Jeeez, Wilson, you’re worse than nurses in our hospital… wait.. you are still an oncologist, right?!’ he added trying to act serious.
‘So?’
‘To many so’s today Wilson. I’ll try to make it clear: we are not together, but we will be, eventually’ he added with a smile.
‘Good’
‘Great’
“Goodnight House’
‘Night Wilson’
And with that Wilson went to wash himself grinning like an idiot and thinking about the victims of House and Cuddy’s amor fights.
‘The hospital will be burnt alive’ he chuckled at the thought and stepped into the chuveiro and began to hum his favorito songs using showerhead as a microphone.
Meanwhile House went to his room, changed into pyjamas, wondering if he should por a dictaphone to be able to sabotage Wilson if needed. He was only in his pants when he heard his phone ringing.
‘Yeah?’ he answered putting on his t-shirt
‘Hey…I’m just, calling to ask…do you want to come over for breakfast tomorrow?’
He smiled hearing her
‘Now… that’s getting a little bit cheesy’ he smirked and heard her hold her breath ‘ but sure, yeah, why not’ she let out a breath and smiled. He put down his phone and walked to the living room when he met Wilson.
‘You know that water from the chuveiro isn’t loud enough to geléia, geleia you, right?
‘An you sing while you pee, so?’
‘ooooh you sneaky little..’ House laughed.
They both went to beds and lied for some time not being able to fall asleep. House thinking about the change in his life, while Wilson, well, he as well was thinking about House’s change, but although he was really happy for his friend he couldn’t believe Greg could change THAT much. There must be something mais to it, but he’ll try to figure it out the seguinte day. He shifted and slowly drifted off to sleep.
The morning welcomed Wilson to alarming silence. He dragged himself to House’s bedroom only to find it empty. He checked the bathroom as well as the cozinha – empty. He quickly reached for the phone and dialed Cuddy’s number.
‘Cuddy! House’s gone!‘He shouted to the phone. He heard a short silence on the other side, before he heard her cover the phone with her hand and screaming
‘HOUSE! ‘
‘Don’t worry Wilson, he’s fine, and before you ask he’s over for breakfast, if you want to come better hurry, he’s made delicious sandwiches.’
‘You’re using him’ Wilson joked
‘You bet’ Cuddy chuckled on the other side
‘Enjoy your morning’ Wilson ended his call.
Just as Cuddy finished talking House limped over to her
‘Why.didn’t.you.tell.Wilson?’ She mumbled between kisses that House’s be planting all over her lips and neck, not being able to be mad at him at that moment.
‘He’d be suspicious’ House smiled.
‘Riiight’ she laughed ‘Like he’s not now’
*Flashback*
Cuddy put on her robe, veste, roupão as she heard a doorbell.
‘Hi’ She said shyly
‘Hey’ he eyed her smirking when he noticed she had very little under the robe.
‘C’mon in’ she invited him and went to the cozinha ‘What do you want to eat?’ She asked
‘I’ll make it, unless you want to help’ he offered
‘sure’ she rolled up her sleeves.
After making the breakfast both of them sat por the table.
‘wait’ House said and quickly limped out of the room. When he got back, Cuddy couldn’t help but laugh. He changed into his pyjamas and he put on a robe.
‘What?’ he chuckled
‘This is just to cute. You’re really a different person’ she invited him to the table
‘Take it or leave it’
‘Definitively taking it’ she laughed and bit her sandwich. They ate slowly, chewing every bite, House talking about Mayfield, crazy situations, and how he ‘got broken’, their legs “accidentally” brushing each others making a wave of heat pass through both of their bodies. A pleasurable tension building between them.
When they finished Lisa put the dishes into the washer and joined Greg sitting on the sofá and insecurely snuggled into him, he encouraged her por putting a hand on her hips.
‘You know you have to go to work within 50 minutos and you’re not even dressed’
‘An surprisingly it’s you who’s saying that’ She looked him in the eye, her eyes slowly drifting to his lips and back to his blue, piercing eyes. He looked at her questioningly, hoping she’d make the seguinte move.
She placed her hand on his chest, and painfully slowly brought her lips to his, they touched gently and lingered without movement. He gently licked her bottom lip and parted them, starting to kiss her a little bit mais passionately, he brought his hand to her face as she lied on him. His other hand supporting them. The kiss was broken for a few segundos to regain the air, and soon their lips collided again.
Their makeout session continued as they heard the phone ringing
‘Wait..I’ll gwet it’ she mumbled into his mouth.
‘It’s Wilson’ she told him when she noticed the number.
House left the room and went to the bathroom. Soon he heard her shout his name.
*end flashback*
‘So, are we going?’ He nodded to the door.
‘Yeah, sure’ She put on her casaco and took the keys.
After closing the door, she felt his fingers interwine with hers. They walked hand in hand to their future. Together.
THE END
Love.
‘So?” Wilson began.
‘So? What?’ House sighed walking to the sofa.
‘You talked?’ He asked curiously ‘ because wandering around the city for 5 hours is quite of sacrifice, you know’
‘Yea… thanks for that, we… cleared a few things’
‘So are you together?’ Wilson shrieked like a fangirl.
‘Jeeez, Wilson, you’re worse than nurses in our hospital… wait.. you are still an oncologist, right?!’ he added trying to act serious.
‘So?’
‘To many so’s today Wilson. I’ll try to make it clear: we are not together, but we will be, eventually’ he added with a smile.
‘Good’
‘Great’
“Goodnight House’
‘Night Wilson’
And with that Wilson went to wash himself grinning like an idiot and thinking about the victims of House and Cuddy’s amor fights.
‘The hospital will be burnt alive’ he chuckled at the thought and stepped into the chuveiro and began to hum his favorito songs using showerhead as a microphone.
Meanwhile House went to his room, changed into pyjamas, wondering if he should por a dictaphone to be able to sabotage Wilson if needed. He was only in his pants when he heard his phone ringing.
‘Yeah?’ he answered putting on his t-shirt
‘Hey…I’m just, calling to ask…do you want to come over for breakfast tomorrow?’
He smiled hearing her
‘Now… that’s getting a little bit cheesy’ he smirked and heard her hold her breath ‘ but sure, yeah, why not’ she let out a breath and smiled. He put down his phone and walked to the living room when he met Wilson.
‘You know that water from the chuveiro isn’t loud enough to geléia, geleia you, right?
‘An you sing while you pee, so?’
‘ooooh you sneaky little..’ House laughed.
They both went to beds and lied for some time not being able to fall asleep. House thinking about the change in his life, while Wilson, well, he as well was thinking about House’s change, but although he was really happy for his friend he couldn’t believe Greg could change THAT much. There must be something mais to it, but he’ll try to figure it out the seguinte day. He shifted and slowly drifted off to sleep.
The morning welcomed Wilson to alarming silence. He dragged himself to House’s bedroom only to find it empty. He checked the bathroom as well as the cozinha – empty. He quickly reached for the phone and dialed Cuddy’s number.
‘Cuddy! House’s gone!‘He shouted to the phone. He heard a short silence on the other side, before he heard her cover the phone with her hand and screaming
‘HOUSE! ‘
‘Don’t worry Wilson, he’s fine, and before you ask he’s over for breakfast, if you want to come better hurry, he’s made delicious sandwiches.’
‘You’re using him’ Wilson joked
‘You bet’ Cuddy chuckled on the other side
‘Enjoy your morning’ Wilson ended his call.
Just as Cuddy finished talking House limped over to her
‘Why.didn’t.you.tell.Wilson?’ She mumbled between kisses that House’s be planting all over her lips and neck, not being able to be mad at him at that moment.
‘He’d be suspicious’ House smiled.
‘Riiight’ she laughed ‘Like he’s not now’
*Flashback*
Cuddy put on her robe, veste, roupão as she heard a doorbell.
‘Hi’ She said shyly
‘Hey’ he eyed her smirking when he noticed she had very little under the robe.
‘C’mon in’ she invited him and went to the cozinha ‘What do you want to eat?’ She asked
‘I’ll make it, unless you want to help’ he offered
‘sure’ she rolled up her sleeves.
After making the breakfast both of them sat por the table.
‘wait’ House said and quickly limped out of the room. When he got back, Cuddy couldn’t help but laugh. He changed into his pyjamas and he put on a robe.
‘What?’ he chuckled
‘This is just to cute. You’re really a different person’ she invited him to the table
‘Take it or leave it’
‘Definitively taking it’ she laughed and bit her sandwich. They ate slowly, chewing every bite, House talking about Mayfield, crazy situations, and how he ‘got broken’, their legs “accidentally” brushing each others making a wave of heat pass through both of their bodies. A pleasurable tension building between them.
When they finished Lisa put the dishes into the washer and joined Greg sitting on the sofá and insecurely snuggled into him, he encouraged her por putting a hand on her hips.
‘You know you have to go to work within 50 minutos and you’re not even dressed’
‘An surprisingly it’s you who’s saying that’ She looked him in the eye, her eyes slowly drifting to his lips and back to his blue, piercing eyes. He looked at her questioningly, hoping she’d make the seguinte move.
She placed her hand on his chest, and painfully slowly brought her lips to his, they touched gently and lingered without movement. He gently licked her bottom lip and parted them, starting to kiss her a little bit mais passionately, he brought his hand to her face as she lied on him. His other hand supporting them. The kiss was broken for a few segundos to regain the air, and soon their lips collided again.
Their makeout session continued as they heard the phone ringing
‘Wait..I’ll gwet it’ she mumbled into his mouth.
‘It’s Wilson’ she told him when she noticed the number.
House left the room and went to the bathroom. Soon he heard her shout his name.
*end flashback*
‘So, are we going?’ He nodded to the door.
‘Yeah, sure’ She put on her casaco and took the keys.
After closing the door, she felt his fingers interwine with hers. They walked hand in hand to their future. Together.
THE END
