House woke up late the volgende morning to find someones limbs curled around him. He turned his head slightly to get a look at the person. He knew it was Cuddy, but she looked peaceful and beautiful. House wanted to etch that image of her into his mind and keep it forever.
Cuddy twitched and moved. "Hey," she zei to House
"Goodmorning, my little theif," he replied
Cuddy couldn't believe that he was able to crack jokes after just waking up.
"Funny," she saidd, "I thought u were as guilty as I..."
"I am,"
Cuddy rolled on top, boven of House and lent her mouth to his ear, "How 'bout a nice breakfast for your little theif, then?"
House shoved her off playfully, "What u want?"
"Coffee and..." she had to think hard. She wanted to have a treat, "Pancakes."
"Sure,"
House climbed out of the bed, put his pants on and made his way to the kitchen. Cuddy followed his lead, but put on of his shirts on.
"You know what's funny?" she asked
"What?"
"That yesterday we were at each others throat,"
"No, u were at my throat yesterday and I was at your throat the dag before," he zei in a matter-of-factly tone
"Why do we do that?"
"Because we are both people who want something, but are jsut too stubborn to admit what they want"
"Well, I'll admit then," she replied in a smart voice "I love you, Greg"
Her arms wrapped around his waist as she kissed his neck.
"And, I'm going to be stubborn and not admit anything to you" he smiled
Cuddy was part way through kissing his shoulder and at these word she bit him.
"Fine!" he yelped "I love u too, Lisa" he zei spinning and nearly wiping Cuddy off her feet. He caught her in one arm, bent her back and kissed her, all the time his leg in pain which he fought down.
TBC
Cuddy twitched and moved. "Hey," she zei to House
"Goodmorning, my little theif," he replied
Cuddy couldn't believe that he was able to crack jokes after just waking up.
"Funny," she saidd, "I thought u were as guilty as I..."
"I am,"
Cuddy rolled on top, boven of House and lent her mouth to his ear, "How 'bout a nice breakfast for your little theif, then?"
House shoved her off playfully, "What u want?"
"Coffee and..." she had to think hard. She wanted to have a treat, "Pancakes."
"Sure,"
House climbed out of the bed, put his pants on and made his way to the kitchen. Cuddy followed his lead, but put on of his shirts on.
"You know what's funny?" she asked
"What?"
"That yesterday we were at each others throat,"
"No, u were at my throat yesterday and I was at your throat the dag before," he zei in a matter-of-factly tone
"Why do we do that?"
"Because we are both people who want something, but are jsut too stubborn to admit what they want"
"Well, I'll admit then," she replied in a smart voice "I love you, Greg"
Her arms wrapped around his waist as she kissed his neck.
"And, I'm going to be stubborn and not admit anything to you" he smiled
Cuddy was part way through kissing his shoulder and at these word she bit him.
"Fine!" he yelped "I love u too, Lisa" he zei spinning and nearly wiping Cuddy off her feet. He caught her in one arm, bent her back and kissed her, all the time his leg in pain which he fought down.
TBC
When does Love become something we need, rather than something we want? Love was seen as something special a long time ago. Now Love is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. Love is common currency when u are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older u get. Do we not care about the substance of what Love was and not what it has been made into today door commercialisation from American films and televisie commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience Love for real, can we commentaar and judge others who are in Love. Love means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of Love is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? Love is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.