House was sitting in Wilson’s office, twirling his cane around in his fingers. Too lazy to go tahanan that night House had just gone into Wilson’s office had slept on his couch. Although not the most comfortable sleeping arrangement, it had ibingiay House time to think. About life. About his hallucinations, which had strangely vanished. About Cuddy. About how much he loved her.
The door opened and Cuddy poked her head through. “I thought I’d find you here,” she said, stepping into the room. House sinabi nothing and scooted over as Cuddy sat susunod to him. “Why did you sleep here last night?” she asked House.
“I needed to think.” He simply replied.
“So you slept in Wilson’s office?” Cuddy’s eyebrows rose.
“Yes,” House curtly said, lying back in the cushions. “I thought about important things,” He looked over at Cuddy with tired look in his eyes.
“What important things?” Cuddy asked, staring back into his icy blue eyes. At times he was thick as a rock, but times like now, he was opening up, and Cuddy did not want to miss this.
“Like how much-,” He paused. His puso beat faster, and House nervously swallowed. “How much I pag-ibig you,” He stared at Cuddy with a fiery passion. She stared back. Without another word, they were kissing. House took off Cuddy’s shirt.
“Wait,” Cuddy sighed, her hands still around House’s neck. “What about Wilson? What if he comes in?” The last thing Cuddy wanted to happen was Wilson come as her and House were making out. In response, House stood up and pushed the coffee mesa in front of the door and locked it. He closed the blinds and pushed the sopa in front of the glass door.
“There,” House proudly exclaimed. “Problem solved.” With that, House and Cuddy began to make out again. Cuddy took off House’s sando while House took off Cuddy’s pants. After taking off House’s shirt, Cuddy began to unzip his pants. She tried to pull them down but they wouldn’t budge. She felt around.
“Why did you decide to wear a sinturon today?” Cuddy whispered in House’s ear as he kissed her neck.
“Why did you decide to wear clothes today?” House retorted as he undid his belt. House pushed Cuddy onto the sopa and took off her bra. He kissed her bare chest and Cuddy moaned happily.
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A few sweaty minutos later. . .
House and Cuddy walked into House’s office from the outside entrance .Wilson was sitting at House’s desk, looking calm, the kind of calm a bulkan has before it’s about to explode.
“You finished?” Wilson irritably asked, standing up.
“Yep,” House happily grinned, fixing his belt. Wilson sighed and walked out of House’s office. “That was fun,” House said, wrapping his arms around Cuddy’s waist.
“It was,” Cuddy slowly replied, standing on her tiptoes to give him a kiss. She turned around and walked out of House’s office, House lovingly staring after her. House sat down in his mesa and looked through some paperwork.
“House!” Wilson shouted from the hallway, presumably from his office door. “Why can’t I open my door?” House smiled and went back to doing paperwork.
The door opened and Cuddy poked her head through. “I thought I’d find you here,” she said, stepping into the room. House sinabi nothing and scooted over as Cuddy sat susunod to him. “Why did you sleep here last night?” she asked House.
“I needed to think.” He simply replied.
“So you slept in Wilson’s office?” Cuddy’s eyebrows rose.
“Yes,” House curtly said, lying back in the cushions. “I thought about important things,” He looked over at Cuddy with tired look in his eyes.
“What important things?” Cuddy asked, staring back into his icy blue eyes. At times he was thick as a rock, but times like now, he was opening up, and Cuddy did not want to miss this.
“Like how much-,” He paused. His puso beat faster, and House nervously swallowed. “How much I pag-ibig you,” He stared at Cuddy with a fiery passion. She stared back. Without another word, they were kissing. House took off Cuddy’s shirt.
“Wait,” Cuddy sighed, her hands still around House’s neck. “What about Wilson? What if he comes in?” The last thing Cuddy wanted to happen was Wilson come as her and House were making out. In response, House stood up and pushed the coffee mesa in front of the door and locked it. He closed the blinds and pushed the sopa in front of the glass door.
“There,” House proudly exclaimed. “Problem solved.” With that, House and Cuddy began to make out again. Cuddy took off House’s sando while House took off Cuddy’s pants. After taking off House’s shirt, Cuddy began to unzip his pants. She tried to pull them down but they wouldn’t budge. She felt around.
“Why did you decide to wear a sinturon today?” Cuddy whispered in House’s ear as he kissed her neck.
“Why did you decide to wear clothes today?” House retorted as he undid his belt. House pushed Cuddy onto the sopa and took off her bra. He kissed her bare chest and Cuddy moaned happily.
****
A few sweaty minutos later. . .
House and Cuddy walked into House’s office from the outside entrance .Wilson was sitting at House’s desk, looking calm, the kind of calm a bulkan has before it’s about to explode.
“You finished?” Wilson irritably asked, standing up.
“Yep,” House happily grinned, fixing his belt. Wilson sighed and walked out of House’s office. “That was fun,” House said, wrapping his arms around Cuddy’s waist.
“It was,” Cuddy slowly replied, standing on her tiptoes to give him a kiss. She turned around and walked out of House’s office, House lovingly staring after her. House sat down in his mesa and looked through some paperwork.
“House!” Wilson shouted from the hallway, presumably from his office door. “Why can’t I open my door?” House smiled and went back to doing paperwork.