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[House] Under the Misteltoe (Wettbewerbsbeitrag)

Carrie

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hab gerade die FF-Chall-Zusammenfassung gemacht und gemerkt, dass ein paar meiner ersten Plätze noch nicht hier im Serien-FF-Forum gepostet sind, also hol ich das jetzt einfach mal nach ^^

Serie: House
Vorgabe: a kiss under the misteltoe
Disclaimer: mir gehört nix, this is just for fun!
Spoiler: bis 5x06 „Joy“
Wörter: 1.385

Author's Note: ich möchte nicht den ganzen credit auf mich nehmen. Ich muss ganz ehrlich sein und zugeben, dass ich vor ewigen Zeiten mal irgendwo so eine ähnliche Geschichte gelesen hab. Wenn ich noch wüsste wo das war, von wem oder wie die Geschichte geheißen hat, dann würd ichs hier angeben, aber ich weiß es nicht mehr. Ich hab die Idee genommen, ein wenig umgeformt und niedergeschrieben. Wer die Grundidee kennt und weiß von wem sie ist, soll bitte schreien und ich editier sofort credit dazu.


With a tired look on her face, Lisa Cuddy leaned against the rail of the second floor and watched the people downstairs. They chatted and laughed and drank the wine the hospital provided for this Christmas party like every year and like every year Cuddy asked herself why she came to these events in the first place.

Because I’m the dean of medicine... I have to come.

If it were up to her, she would be sitting at home with a glass of red wine and some ice cream watching some 50ies movie about love and fate, which would definitly be ending with an happy end. Then she would have a nice hot bath and go to bed, all the while wishing she would have someone to share her ice cream, bathtub and bed with.

With a deep sigh she decided that she couldn’t hide up here forever. Sooner or later someone would come looking for her and she wouldn’t want to have to explain why she had been hiding upstairs for the last hour. With a last glance at her colleagues downstairs, she straighten up and turned towards the empty hallway that would lead her to the staircase.

With slowly steps she appraoched the wodden door, behind which she would find the stairs and only a short while after she lay a tentative hand on the metal doorknob. She was about to open the door with a deep sigh, when the music downstairs silenced, presumeably because the DJ was about to announce a new song, and Cuddy could clearly hear a distant melody. Surprised she lifted her head and carefully listened where the sound came from. It was very quiet, so she assumed it came from an office on the same floor, but in another wing of the building.

A few seconds later the melody was gone, as the DJ played a new disc very loudly, which easily overtuned the distant music. For a few moments Cuddy pondered weither she should just ignore it and finally go back to the Christmas party, as she was suppost to, or if she should better check out what was going on in a part of her hospital, that should actually be deserted.

It only took her about a micro second, in which she thought about all the annoying possible funders, that were waiting for her downstairs, so that they could discuss the amount of money they’d maybe give the hospital. She let go of the doorknob and with a final look to the people downstairs, she turned towards the dark hallways that lay before her. It was way after hours and the hospital wing the party took place was one of the parts of the building, that only held offices, so everything in front of her lay in complete darkness. She felt a twinge of nervousness, mixed with excitement and curiosity, as every step took her further into the darkness.

After a few minutes she turned a corner and for a moment she was afraid to be embraced by pure darkness, because the light of the Christmas party couldn’t reach her, but instead of the light behind her, she was greeted by a lit office on the end of the hallway, that shined her the way. Now that she was away from the loud party music, she could again clearly hear the soft melody that came from the lit office. It was played on a piano and Cuddy was a little confused about which of her doctors had a piano in his office. She thought hard who’s office was situated on the end of this hallway, but she couldn’t remember. After all it was hadn’t been her idea to regroup all the offices only a few weeks ago, because the way they were situated before ‚didn’t quite fit with feng shui’... or at least it didn’t according to Dr. Meller, who had just returned from a two week chinese medicine seminar and who had insistend on resituating all the offices in the building.

With two last small steps Cuddy found herself in the doorway to Dr. Jackson’s office – as she could read on his door – and took a tentative look inside. There on a stool before a transportable piano with rolls sat House. His head hang low and from the way it was slightly turned towards the door, she could see that he had his eyes closed in concentration. His fingers flew over the black and white keys with such ease, never missing a single note. Cuddy took the chance to study him... after all, when would she ever get another chance to stare at him so freely? His forehead had deep frowns of concentration, but at the same time he seemed extremely at ease and content with the world around him. He was unshaved and Cuddy had to admit one again that the beard looked good on him. It somehow made him look younger and rebellious. House had taked off his jacket and because he only wore a plain black T-shirt underneath it, Cuddy could clearly make out his features. His armes looked strong and muscular.

With a deep breath, Cuddy had to swallow a lump in her throat, to not purr right here and there. She had always known that Gregory House was very good looking, but as she saw him there in the light of one single lamp, surrounded by darkness, she found him even sexier than usually.

„I call it ‚Symphony of the lonesome’“ His deep, gruff voice snatched Cuddy out of her reverie and back to the here and now. His fingers stilled and he straightened up a little bit, before the reached for his cain and stood up. Only then did he turned towards her and Cuddy silenty asked herself, how he could have know that she had been standing there.

„It’s beautiful!“ Her voice was a mere whisper as she somehow didn’t want to disturb the peaceful atmosphere that was filling the room. House eyed her carefully and intently before he started towards her with slow steps. His eyes never left hers and she returned his glance, somehow unable to break it. Soon he stood before her and Cuddy realized that only a few inches lay between their bodies. With House nearly a head taller than her, Cuddy had to look up to him, as he took another small step to her. He raised his arm and her breath hitched as he brought it to her head to tug a strand of dark hair behind her ear. For a moment he seemed unsure of what to do with his hand, then he lay it softly against Cuddy’s cheek. Her breathing was fast and Cuddy pondered, if she should take a step back or ask House what he thought he was doing, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She seemed like frozen, unable to move her body and if she was honest with herself, she didn’t want to either. Why would she? Even if House sometimes acted like a child, was stubborn and hardheaded, he was still the only person she could see herself with in the future.

She was still listing all the things she loved about him in her head, when her musings were cut short as his lips were suddenly over hers in a soft, slow kiss. It took her a moment to realize what was happening and when she was finally ready to return his kiss, he started to back away. Cuddy brought her hand quickly behind House’ neck and drew him back in for another, longer, deeper kiss, that seemed to go on forever.

When they broke apart for some much needed air a while later, she smiled up to him happily. With one look she asked him what made him take the first step – not that she’d complain! A genuin smile appeared on his lips before he looked up to the misteltoe that hung right above them.

„I was hoping that one of these would be useful one day.“ she whispered smiling before she stood up on her toes to steal another kiss from House.
 
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