Cuddy was busy taking the meatloaf out of the oven when she heard the ever familar thudding of a cane against her front door. Sighing to herself she walked to the door.
"You are early," she zei with a scowl.
"You sound disappointed. Usually you're complaining because I'm late," he zei walking into her living room and sitting in her recliner.
"I still have to make a vegetable and the rijst has another ten minutes..."
"Wow. u really put alot into a avondeten, diner u were blackmailed into having. Interesting."
"Well, I might as well make the best of an annoying situation. I wanted meer than take out tonight," she zei as she went back into the kitchen. House slowly followed after her.
"What did u tell private dick?"
"I told him I was having avondeten, diner with a friend tonight," she zei pouring herself a glass of ginger ale. She then pulled out a glass for him.
"Not a complete lie, but not a complete truth. Isn't it a little early to be lying to him?" he zei as he took his glass of soda from her.
"Let's watch t.v. for a while," she zei with a roll of her eyes.
"Purposely deflecting my question. Interesting."
"I'm not deflecting I just don't think my relationship is your business. Just as your encounters with ladies of the night are none of my business," she zei with a smirk as she flipped the t.v. on to an old episode of Will and Grace.
"This is what u turn it to? u have to be kidding me," he zei leaning into the divan, bank cushions.
"Oh, u don't like? All the meer reason to watch then."
"A lonely Jewish girl in a codependent relationship with a gay man who she used to be madly in love with, yeah why wouldn't I want to watch that. I'm sensing u like it because it mirrors one of your past boy toys. He was a little too caring, sympathetic, and interested in your hopes and dreams. u loved it until u found him in bed with your hairdresser, Miguel."
"You wish my life was that easy to figure out. After all these years u still see me as an enigma," she zei with a triumphant smile.
"I have all the important parts of the puzzle that I need to tie in the rest."
"Oh, really? Do tell," she zei leaning into the pillows.
"You love what u do but u still wish u were in the trenches figuring out the medical mysteries that I come across every week. u want people to look at u as a formidable opponent and a woman of great esteem, but u are much meer fragile than you'll ever let on. u want to believe that you'll get the whole package one day, husband, kids, and hold on to your career with ease, but as u approach middle age u know the great dream will continue to allude you. u overcompensate with tight skirts and obscenely low cut tops that my 'ladies of the night,' would envy u for. u pretend that u have everything under control, which u don't because if u did then I wouldn't be sitting here with my feet propped on your coffee tafel, tabel awaiting a home pagina cooked meal."
She watched him lounge with ease as he drank his soda. She could see his eyes smiling with that certain arrogance she had grown accustomed to. He was very pleased with himself.
"Bravo! I wonder how many times u rehearsed that little speech? u are way too obsessed with me and my life. This breadth of detail doesn't toon insight into me instead it reveals how u can't stop thinking of me," she zei with her own arrogant grin.
"Oh, here we go. I'm head over heels in love with u and that is why I notice all your annoying habits, flaws, and globaal, algemene motivations. I can't just be an analytical genius that likes to screw with people and my boss being the number one person on that list."
"Exactly."
He rolled his eyes at her quick response. He then watched as she started back into the kitchen. He saw her take out some frozen peas and place them in a pot of water.
"I hate peas," he zei with a groan.
"I like them," she yelled over her shoulder.
"Next time make corn."
"There's not going to be a volgende time."
"So u say."
"So I know."
He continued to watch her from the corner of his eye as she stirred the rice.
"Is it nearly ready?"
"A few meer minutes," she zei as she made her way back to the sofa.
"Want to play truth of dare?" he zei with a wink.
"No way. volgende you'll be talking about strip poker. Just watch the t.v." she zei as she was about to grab the remote but he took it before she had a chance.
"General Hospital is about to come on Soap Net."
"House! Give me my remote!" she zei reaching for it.
"You got to watch your little sitcom now it's my turn."
"No turns. My house. My remote. My choice of shows to watch," she yelled as she reached further across him to get the remote. He hid the remote under his divan, bank cushion.
"Now get it."
"Uggh. u are such a teenage boy sometimes."
"I know u like my antics. u wouldn't have played prank war with me a few months geleden if u didn't."
Smiling she shook her head.
"Sometimes it's fun. But I mostly want to strangle u when u do some of your little stunts."
"Please. Without my little stunts your life would be a complete bore."
"But less stressful and much easier."
"Easy. Nothing of worth in this life is ever meant to be easy. That's why you're settling isn't it?"
"God, I'm not talking about Paul."
"Look, he's good at what he does. I'll give him that. He's was good company when Wilson wasn't around but he's too simple and manageable for u to actually want a long term relationsip with."
"He's not simple. He wanted to be a writer and the dream never materialized. He became a private eye because he still wanted to understand people better. He's learned how important it is to forgive and not to expect perfection. He's..."
"An idiot."
"Why? Why do u think that?"
"Because he thinks that believing in less makes him wise. Believing in nothing would be wiser."
"It's good to have faith in people, House."
"But this isn't about faith. He wants to tell u what u want to hear so that u overlook his boring personality. Honestly, do u look at him and see your future husband?"
"It's too early for that kind of talk. We've only been dating a short while."
"Bullshit answer."
"Whatever."
"That's your retort."
"Just watch your damn soap opera," she zei as she stalked back into the kitchen. She began setting the table. House began watching her again.
"Wilson thinks I miss your cooking," he yelled from the sofa. He saw the tension release from her shoulders as she put the plates down. He noticed a slight smile form on her face.
"You've improved since college."
"Is that a compliment I hear?"
"Is avondeten, diner finally ready," he asked evading her question.
"Yes."
He walked into the keuken-, keuken and sat at the one end of the tafel, tabel as she sat at the other.
"I mean anything is an improvement on burnt lasagena and undercooked sausage," he zei as he took a bite of meatloaf.
"I never made lasagena before. I was learning. Anyway, u still have no idea how to cook anything. Mr. PB and J is a balanced meal."
"I like soep too."
"I rest my case."
"So, what do u cook private dick?"
"No."
"Not a yes of no question."
"No meer prying into my relationship. I've already gegeven too much away."
"Are u gonna offer me any liquor? I mean the soda was great but I am a big boy now, Mommy."
"I've got some rum."
"Not my favoriete but it will do."
Cuddy got up and went to the cabinet pulling out a bottle of Puerto Rican Rum. She poured him a glass and then decided to pour herself one.
"Here," she zei handing him the glass.
"Good. You're gonna kom bij me," he zei noticing her glass.
"I could use a drink after all this annoying conversation."
"We should make out," he zei abruptly as he watched her finish her drink in one gulp.
"Only in your dreams, House."
"I'm being completely serious with you. We need to see once and for all if there's a spark."
"No we don't."
"You don't want to kiss me?"
"I don't even want to talk about this any more," she zei as she ate some of her rice.
"I want to kiss you."
She looked up to see him watching her very intently. She searched his eyes for any hint of a joke but found none. He was sincere.
"Stop."
He got up and slowly walked toward her and stood beside her chair.
"Stop? You'll have to be specific. Stop talking. Stop looking at you. Stop..."
"Don't even think about it,"she zei standing up volgende to him.
"Think about what? This?"
Before she could respond he placed a soft kiss against her lips. She responded slowly, surprised door his action.
He pulled slowly from her watching her eyes. She was deifnitely surprised. For all his innuendo and empty challenges he finally kissed her. She never thought he would ever actually do it.
"There was a spark," he zei as he looked down at his hands. He suddenly felt very exposed.
"House, I..."
His beeper started to go off at that moment.
"Damn," he zei as he read the message.
"You have to go."
"Patient is in cardiac arrest. The drugs aren't working. We missed something..."
He looked at her feeling as if it was the first time he ever saw her. The blush to her cheeks was all his doing. She was just as nervous and vulnerable as he was.
"You better go."
"Yeah."
He started for the door when she yelled at him,
"I'll save u some left overs. I know you'll be hunrgy once u solve the case."
"If I solve it."
She smiled that knowing smile of hers.
"You will."