Just a wee bit of Huddy drabble based in and after "Let Them Eat Cake".
p.s. if Ты have been Чтение my Huddy Option series and wish to read the Далее bit then Ты can find it on fanfiction.net under the same username, but its Название is "From Bachelor to Taken in one Night", thought it was a bit explicit to post here!
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House would always be an ass. He always had been and always would be, but still she lov- liked him. Today she had pushed and he had pushed back with his childish boob-grab, when it would have been easier for them both if he had pulled. But that wasn’t House. House would always do something nice или let his walls down for a second, allowing her a brief but oh so telling glance into his brilliant mind, and then he would counter-act that with one of his sarcastic (and sometimes hurtful) Комментарии или a childish jibe. It was his way of restoring ‘order’ in his little world. He would do something to rock the лодка and then do something else to steady it.
After the juvenile boob-grab, came the thoughtful return of her med school стол письменный, стол for her office. A truly House gesture: grand and anonymous. When she saw realized where the стол письменный, стол had come from she couldn’t help but smile. It was his way of pulling, his version of having the conversation he couldn’t find the words for. And then… yet again … he threw a spanner into the works: the hooker/actress. Why did he continually have to do that, oh yeah, he was House. She had decided to pull him up for his thoughtfulness, but instead she turned around, walking away, yet again feeling that she had been stupid to think that it could have gone any other way.
After all of the spanners he threw into the works, she couldn’t help but hope that the conversation between him and the hooker (she refused to believe she was actually an actress) was yet another of those spanners. He was again restoring ‘order’ and although annoyed at his extremely ass-like behaviour, she began to wonder just what she could do that would rock the лодка enough to stop him from being able to steady it again.
p.s. if Ты have been Чтение my Huddy Option series and wish to read the Далее bit then Ты can find it on fanfiction.net under the same username, but its Название is "From Bachelor to Taken in one Night", thought it was a bit explicit to post here!
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House would always be an ass. He always had been and always would be, but still she lov- liked him. Today she had pushed and he had pushed back with his childish boob-grab, when it would have been easier for them both if he had pulled. But that wasn’t House. House would always do something nice или let his walls down for a second, allowing her a brief but oh so telling glance into his brilliant mind, and then he would counter-act that with one of his sarcastic (and sometimes hurtful) Комментарии или a childish jibe. It was his way of restoring ‘order’ in his little world. He would do something to rock the лодка and then do something else to steady it.
After the juvenile boob-grab, came the thoughtful return of her med school стол письменный, стол for her office. A truly House gesture: grand and anonymous. When she saw realized where the стол письменный, стол had come from she couldn’t help but smile. It was his way of pulling, his version of having the conversation he couldn’t find the words for. And then… yet again … he threw a spanner into the works: the hooker/actress. Why did he continually have to do that, oh yeah, he was House. She had decided to pull him up for his thoughtfulness, but instead she turned around, walking away, yet again feeling that she had been stupid to think that it could have gone any other way.
After all of the spanners he threw into the works, she couldn’t help but hope that the conversation between him and the hooker (she refused to believe she was actually an actress) was yet another of those spanners. He was again restoring ‘order’ and although annoyed at his extremely ass-like behaviour, she began to wonder just what she could do that would rock the лодка enough to stop him from being able to steady it again.