Cuddy sat down at the cozinha table. House sat across from her.
"I have no right to be mad or disappointed. We're not together and if you want to be with another it's you're business. I know this rationally... but in my coração it doesn't make any sense...I was so happy when I saw my Med School desk. No one had ever done something so...thoughtful for me. I guess I thought it was your way of not only saying sorry, but that you wanted mais than just friendship. Anyway, thank you for Rachel's present and thank you for the desk. I'd rather have your friendship than nothing at all." Cuddy let out an exhausted breath and stood up. She smiled hoping he wouldn't notice the sadness in her eyes.
House started to stare down at his own feet.
"Well, now that we've cleared that up, let's open your present." Cuddy said as she began to walk toward the door.
House stopped her with his cane. She paused at the sudden obstacle. He stood up behind her.
"I'm an idiot sometimes." He said into her ear.
Cuddy turned to face him.
"House?"
He took a tentative step closer to her. He placed his cane on the mesa, tabela and took a deep breath. He felt nervous but he knew it was time to finally give her his present.
"House, you don't have to..."
"Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
amor can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of amor alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down...by pain and moaning for release,
Or nagged por want past resolution's power,
I might be driven to sell your amor for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It well may be...I do not think I would." He finished saying as his eyes remained focused on her face.
Cuddy began to open her mouth to say something but she was literally without words.
"You know the poem. It was your favorite." He said as he pulled out a worn copy of Edna Saint Vincent Millay's complete works with a red ribbon wrapped around it; from out of his casaco pocket.
"The one I loaned you in college." Cuddy said with surprise.
"Yeah, I always forgot to give it back to you. I decided one dia to give your Chick Lit a chance and I found that I really liked it...You underlined all your favorito passages and wrote notes."
Cuddy blushed.
"I always used to do that."
"This one poem was my favorito too."
Without thinking about it Cuddy grabbed House por his casaco colarinho, colar bringing him down into a kiss. It was different from the other kiss. This wasn't about drowing in comfort because the pain was too much. This was about connection. This was about giving amor and allowing it to be received.
Cuddy pulled back eventually feeling the need for oxygen. House too took a big breath of air as they broke from their lip lock. Cuddy noticed the redness to House's cheeks and he once again saw hers. As if they both knew what the other was thinking they started to laugh in unison.
"You look happy, House."
He pulled her closer to him with his hands firmly on her waist.
"So do you, Cuddy."
Suddenly Wilson came through the cozinha door holding the gift Cuddy got House.
"More people arrived so we need o espaço on the couch..."
Wilson suddenly realized that Cuddy and House were embracing.
"I'll make sure no one comes into the kitchen." He said with a smirk as he quickly left the room.
Cuddy picked up the gift bag and held it out for House. He took the bag from her and then placed it on the chair.
"I can open it later." He said as he once mais encircled her waist and pulled her into him.
"I have no right to be mad or disappointed. We're not together and if you want to be with another it's you're business. I know this rationally... but in my coração it doesn't make any sense...I was so happy when I saw my Med School desk. No one had ever done something so...thoughtful for me. I guess I thought it was your way of not only saying sorry, but that you wanted mais than just friendship. Anyway, thank you for Rachel's present and thank you for the desk. I'd rather have your friendship than nothing at all." Cuddy let out an exhausted breath and stood up. She smiled hoping he wouldn't notice the sadness in her eyes.
House started to stare down at his own feet.
"Well, now that we've cleared that up, let's open your present." Cuddy said as she began to walk toward the door.
House stopped her with his cane. She paused at the sudden obstacle. He stood up behind her.
"I'm an idiot sometimes." He said into her ear.
Cuddy turned to face him.
"House?"
He took a tentative step closer to her. He placed his cane on the mesa, tabela and took a deep breath. He felt nervous but he knew it was time to finally give her his present.
"House, you don't have to..."
"Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
amor can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of amor alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down...by pain and moaning for release,
Or nagged por want past resolution's power,
I might be driven to sell your amor for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It well may be...I do not think I would." He finished saying as his eyes remained focused on her face.
Cuddy began to open her mouth to say something but she was literally without words.
"You know the poem. It was your favorite." He said as he pulled out a worn copy of Edna Saint Vincent Millay's complete works with a red ribbon wrapped around it; from out of his casaco pocket.
"The one I loaned you in college." Cuddy said with surprise.
"Yeah, I always forgot to give it back to you. I decided one dia to give your Chick Lit a chance and I found that I really liked it...You underlined all your favorito passages and wrote notes."
Cuddy blushed.
"I always used to do that."
"This one poem was my favorito too."
Without thinking about it Cuddy grabbed House por his casaco colarinho, colar bringing him down into a kiss. It was different from the other kiss. This wasn't about drowing in comfort because the pain was too much. This was about connection. This was about giving amor and allowing it to be received.
Cuddy pulled back eventually feeling the need for oxygen. House too took a big breath of air as they broke from their lip lock. Cuddy noticed the redness to House's cheeks and he once again saw hers. As if they both knew what the other was thinking they started to laugh in unison.
"You look happy, House."
He pulled her closer to him with his hands firmly on her waist.
"So do you, Cuddy."
Suddenly Wilson came through the cozinha door holding the gift Cuddy got House.
"More people arrived so we need o espaço on the couch..."
Wilson suddenly realized that Cuddy and House were embracing.
"I'll make sure no one comes into the kitchen." He said with a smirk as he quickly left the room.
Cuddy picked up the gift bag and held it out for House. He took the bag from her and then placed it on the chair.
"I can open it later." He said as he once mais encircled her waist and pulled her into him.