Cuddy and House lingered on each other’s lips, desperately wanting madami time, but the amount of times, in that twenty-minute make-out session, that House had ran his hands through her tousled curly hair; holding her closer to him, running his finger tips along the skin tight black dress that was hugging every curve of her body.

Pausing for a moment, Cuddy gasped for breath, their eyes opened and a sense of realisation of what they were doing, what they were involved in had only just crossed their minds.

“What the hell am I doing?” Cuddy stepped back and silently muttered words to herself.

House was left trying to decipher what was going through her mind; her hands were massaging her forehead, swaying back and forth, as if she had only just broken the spell that House had kept her under.

“I’m your boss! I’m pagganap so…so irresponsible, I’m out of my mind!” Cuddy was running off, even if she wasn’t expressing her feelings on the outside, House could tell she was shouting and cursing on the inside.

“Oh come on. You can’t play that card after you’ve gotten yours!” House’s raised voice seemed to have provoked the angry side of Cuddy as opposed to the ‘blame it on myself’ Cuddy; which probably seemed the right thing to do in the long run.

“I knew this was a mistake. I can’t believe I thought-” Cuddy feigned a laugh, trying to make the situation better.

House looked on. His mind was whirring at one hundred miles per hour, his mind wanted to shut her up with a kiss, but his puso wanted to hear more; whether it was a sadistic thing, hearing madami painful words, or it was the need for the truth.

“What?” House’s voice had reached a sense of calm, as if he had accepted that the worst possible news he could ever hear was unfolding before him, in the darkened office were not too long nakaraan they had first met up for after work sex, and here and there halik sessions. It was spell binding.

“I can’t believe I thought you were in pag-ibig with me.” Her words were dry, filled with the same emotion a chair feels when it’s sat on five hundred times a day; it was conceived through years of puso numbing experiences.
Shaking her head, telling herself on the inside how much of an idiot she had been for believing such a romantic idea. A grimace appeared on her face, the empty vacuum between them was getting wider.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I, led you on.” His sincerity was clear in his ice blue eyes, and Cuddy knew this.

“Don’t patronise me House. We’re going to have to forget this ever happened.”

“Two months?! All the kissing, the moaning and groaning, having sex in the hospital?”

Cuddy folded her arms, watching carefully if House tried to come over and get too close again.

“Either you forget, or you leave, and there’s only one thing you can do that will satisfy me.”

Her words were strongly put across, her lips were saying one thing when her eyes were saying something else; her eyes betrayed her, they were filled with regret the minuto she gave him the ultimatum.

Silence, silence and angst filled the air around them. The only sound was the cane hitting the carpet as House walked towards her. His face was relaxed, his breathing was steady, but Unbeknownst to Cuddy, his puso was racing.

“That’s where it’s all flawed. If I forget, we can never work together, ever again. If I leave, it’s the same as option A. So I guess it doesn’t really make a difference what I choose.”

Cuddy looked pensive, unsure as to what he would do, and what he would say.

“So?” Her green eyes were filled with woe, as if awaiting either a life time in jail, or a death sentence.

“So. I guess that means I’m leaving.” House kept his confident face throughout the last thirty segundos he looked at her, memorized her, and felt her.

Walking away, this time was the hardest thing he has ever had to do, but for Cuddy, getting an answer she didn’t want was equally difficult.

TBC