Synopsis: The aftermath of 5.23, Huddy. What happens if Cuddy runs and House is still spiraling out of control?
A/N: Please read and respond. I'm totally anxious about the season finale, so this is my way of dealing. :) Enjoy!
Cuddy felt like she had a hangover.
But, it wasn't alcohol or drugs that coursed through her veins. It was him; it was sex; it was the knowledge that their relationship would never be the same again after this morning.
What the hell had she been thinking?
Not a coherent, logical thought had passed through her mind when he had looked at her that way. He had been standing before her, vulnerable, open, wanting her.
And God help her, she had wanted him too. Still wanted him, if she was being completely honest with herself.
She blushed, turning to look at him, completely passed out, sated. He was the only man she had ever been with who made her feel submissive and dominant at the same time. He was an equal lover, allowing everything in. She knew he was troubled, brilliant, egotistical, but his passion….His passion had surprised her.
She looked at the bedside clock. She was incredibly late for work. She hadn't seen Rachel in over twenty-four hours, and she had things to do. For him.
But, she couldn't move. Once she did, it would all be over.
She had no idea how she was going to look him in the eye again.
She hadn't lied to him in twenty years, but she hadn't told him the truth either. There was too much to lose, and she couldn't lose him, even if he hated her for the rest of their lives.
Slowly, she eased out of his bed, going backwards, remembering every touch and word whispered in her ear, retracing their footsteps until she was dressed again.
She didn't look back.
* * *
House groaned and smiled in his sleep. He could smell her all over him; her scent was addictive. This was something he had known in the back of his mind, but now that it had finally happened again, he wasn't about to give it up.
"Cuddy?" He moaned groggily, stretching his arm across the bed, only to find cold, rumpled sheets and an abandoned pillow.
"Aw, come on. You knew it was too good to be true." A voice whispered in his ear tauntingly.
House froze as Amber's laughter filled the room.
Panic seized him. He jumped out of the bed, grabbing his clothes recklessly. Her maniacal laughter followed him down the hall.
He grabbed his keys, forgetting his jacket. He had to find Cuddy.