"You smashed my new toilet with your cane!" Cuddy yelled as she neared House.
"Well, Ты decided to take over my office so I decided to take carte blanche over yours. Ты don't really need your own bathroom anyway," he сказал(-а) as he propped his feet on his desk.
"That's not for Ты to decide. Anyway, I haven't destroyed any of your property. You're completely out of control!"
"No, you're out of control and this is your way of getting your power back," he сказал(-а) as he finally stood up in front of her.
"You're wrong."
"Ever since that Kiss Ты have tried to assert your administrative hand. Ты don't want anyone to notice what's been going on between us..."
"Nothing is going on. Nothing at all," she сказал(-а) as she crossed her arms over her chest.
House looked toward the ceiling for a минута and then found her eyes once more.
"I don't do traditional Цветы and candy, Cuddy. I can't just get a boom box and blast some sappy Любовь song at your window in the dead of night. I do things differently. I..."
"Flip my dresser drawer over to piss me off."
"Now you've got it."
Cuddy rolled her eyes and took a сиденье, место, сиденья on his Eames chair. She looked down at her hands. He leaned against his стол письменный, стол watching her.
"The money for that toilet is coming out of your pay check."
"It was still totally worth seeing Ты turn several shades of red from fury."
Cuddy looked up at him.
"That gets Ты off doesn't it?"
House's eyes went wide at the statement.
"That's why Ты do these things to me. It's not just a prank to piss me off. Ты like the effect. Ты like being responsible for the redness in my cheeks and the pounding of my сердце when I scream at you. It's the safest way for Ты to be intimate with me without having to lose anything."
"Or, like I've сказал(-а) before, I'm just an evil bastard who likes to screw with others."
Cuddy stands up and walks toward the office door preparing to leave. House slowly limps toward her. She stops and turns to face him.
"You are an evil bastard. You're a jerk and a narcisistic ass...You're also one of my best friends. No matter what attraction exists between us we can't keep doing this to each other. Ты need your Космос and I need mine."
"Meaning?"
"I will share with Dr. Allen in Pathology for the rest of the week."
"No, Ты won't."
"House..."
"You wanted to Показать who's the boss but Ты also had another hidden agenda here."
"And what would that be?"
"To have an excuse to spend time with me."
"Yeah, right."
House walked closer to her. Their faces were very close.
"It's okay. We've been avoiding each other since that kiss. Ты missed me. Ты missed me driving Ты crazy."
"House..."
"And I missed driving Ты crazy ergo the drawer prank. My way of saying I still care."
Despite herself Cuddy couldn't help but grin at his weird logic. He grinned back.
"Finish the week out here."
"Maybe I can stand a few еще days. But can Ты stand a few еще days?" She сказал(-а) with a sinister smile before she walked out the door.
"Devil woman," House сказал(-а) to himself as he watched her walk away. A small smile formed on his face as he held his cane a little tighter.
"Well, Ты decided to take over my office so I decided to take carte blanche over yours. Ты don't really need your own bathroom anyway," he сказал(-а) as he propped his feet on his desk.
"That's not for Ты to decide. Anyway, I haven't destroyed any of your property. You're completely out of control!"
"No, you're out of control and this is your way of getting your power back," he сказал(-а) as he finally stood up in front of her.
"You're wrong."
"Ever since that Kiss Ты have tried to assert your administrative hand. Ты don't want anyone to notice what's been going on between us..."
"Nothing is going on. Nothing at all," she сказал(-а) as she crossed her arms over her chest.
House looked toward the ceiling for a минута and then found her eyes once more.
"I don't do traditional Цветы and candy, Cuddy. I can't just get a boom box and blast some sappy Любовь song at your window in the dead of night. I do things differently. I..."
"Flip my dresser drawer over to piss me off."
"Now you've got it."
Cuddy rolled her eyes and took a сиденье, место, сиденья on his Eames chair. She looked down at her hands. He leaned against his стол письменный, стол watching her.
"The money for that toilet is coming out of your pay check."
"It was still totally worth seeing Ты turn several shades of red from fury."
Cuddy looked up at him.
"That gets Ты off doesn't it?"
House's eyes went wide at the statement.
"That's why Ты do these things to me. It's not just a prank to piss me off. Ты like the effect. Ты like being responsible for the redness in my cheeks and the pounding of my сердце when I scream at you. It's the safest way for Ты to be intimate with me without having to lose anything."
"Or, like I've сказал(-а) before, I'm just an evil bastard who likes to screw with others."
Cuddy stands up and walks toward the office door preparing to leave. House slowly limps toward her. She stops and turns to face him.
"You are an evil bastard. You're a jerk and a narcisistic ass...You're also one of my best friends. No matter what attraction exists between us we can't keep doing this to each other. Ты need your Космос and I need mine."
"Meaning?"
"I will share with Dr. Allen in Pathology for the rest of the week."
"No, Ты won't."
"House..."
"You wanted to Показать who's the boss but Ты also had another hidden agenda here."
"And what would that be?"
"To have an excuse to spend time with me."
"Yeah, right."
House walked closer to her. Their faces were very close.
"It's okay. We've been avoiding each other since that kiss. Ты missed me. Ты missed me driving Ты crazy."
"House..."
"And I missed driving Ты crazy ergo the drawer prank. My way of saying I still care."
Despite herself Cuddy couldn't help but grin at his weird logic. He grinned back.
"Finish the week out here."
"Maybe I can stand a few еще days. But can Ты stand a few еще days?" She сказал(-а) with a sinister smile before she walked out the door.
"Devil woman," House сказал(-а) to himself as he watched her walk away. A small smile formed on his face as he held his cane a little tighter.