26 Instances

By Ladyemera1d

Summary: 26 HouseCuddy mini-stories from A-Z. Cute, fluffy, lots of snarky banter.
Should we take a chance and dance the last dance?

Disclaimer: All HouseMD characters are properties of Fox even though in my mind, Gregory House will always belong to me. :)

Pairing: House/Cuddy- ( Wilson might join in the fun later )

NOTE: Even though the stories are based on the alphabet, they will not be added in alphabetical order but rather based on my fancies.

Spoilers: None.

04. Dance

Mood: Slightly Romantic

SHE wore a purple dress, rich in satin from neck to knee. Both the front and back followed a similar 'u' shape cut with the fabric clinging onto her curves for dear life. She was gorgeous. And apparently, he was not the only one who thought so as a cluster of alpha males enclosed her in a ring. They were all of the same breed: wealthy and haughty, shamelessly flirting with the Dean of medicine while sipping white merlot with their noses in the air. They were doctors- pediatricians, ophthalmologists, neurologists, cardiologists- some young, some old, but all the same.

HE wasn't jealous, slightly irked (maybe), but no, not jealous. In fact, he couldn't help but grin inside, knowing that none of them would ever acquire the secret ingredient that made her tick. He examined her once more, and noticed that her eyes glistened and her body language reciprocated eagerly to the enticements from the bachelors. Finally, he was satisfied.

"House! There you are!" She advanced towards him. "Don't even think about leaving."

He reluctantly turned around. "Oh darn, so close," House muttered.

Cuddy rolled her eyes. "I only ask you to attend one medical conference a year, and you can't even last more than five minutes?"

"Aha! That is where you're wrong. It is has been," he glanced at his watch, "six minutes and thirty-seven seconds. Gotta go, L Word Marathon calling my name."

Before he was able to take another step, she grabbed his beloved cane, and forcefully dragged him to face the circle of piranhas.

"Everyone, this is the Dr. Gregory House, Princeton's head of the diagnostic department. Sorry, he's a bit shy when it comes to social events (she almost whispered)."

The men snickered.

"So you're the infamous Dr. House," announced the robust one in an Armani tailored pinstripe suit, "Tell us, how many lawsuits have you gotten this month? Don't worry, we won't hold it against your genius reputation." A string of laughter trailed.

House glared at them, and didn't hesitate to defend his ego.

"I've gotten more lawsuits this month than you've ever gotten laid. Guess what? I win." They suddenly grew dead silent.

"Now excuse me, I've got real work to do." He limped away.

Cuddy closed her eyes, too embarrassed to even look at him.

"House! House! Wait...," she called out, chasing after him past the double screen doors. He simply stared at her without revealing any intimation of hurt.

She bit her lips. "I'm sorry those guys are such assholes. Just come back inside."

"Funny," he chuckled sinisterly, "you didn't think so when Mr. Armani had his hands all over you a minute ago."

She swallowed hard, lacking the courage to apologize again. "House, please.." Please stay with me.

Tension pervaded through the darkened sky with the light melody of Brian McKnight's "Last Dance" whisking out from the ballroom.

Do we know more than we knew then
Or do we know less and we just pretend
Should I ignore my heart and walk away
Your eyes tell me more than words will ever say
Should we take a chance and dance the last dance...

He dropped his wooden companion, and slowly placed one hand around her waist and the other groping for her fingers.

"What do you think you're doing?" She jumped back, startled at his touch.

"Geez, why do women want a formal declaration for everything? Fine." House pulled out a cherry lollipop from his blazer's inner pocket and held it out to her. "Dr. Lisa Cuddy, will you dance with me?
Pwetty Pleaseee?" ( House's irresistible puppy dog eyes )

Cuddy couldn't refrain from giggling out loud.

"What's so amusing?"

"The thought of you dancing," she admitted, guiding his awkward feet to the slow unchained rhythm.

El Fin.

( AN: Comments/Critiques are very much welcomed. This drabble doesn't really have as much Huddy snark as I had originally hoped, but I didn't want to ruin the romantic mood. Okay, need to go satisfy my House craving now. Stay tuned. More to come )