A/N: Just a one-shot. Set in Let Them Eat Cake. anda will be able to tell when! It is sort of AU, but sort of Cuddy's thoughts in the detik before House acts all stupid. Thanks anda so much to my brand new beta iluvbones (on FF.net)!
“Why do anda dress like that?"
His words echoed in her head, reverberating and replaying that same pertanyaan again, and again, taunting her. She knew why she dressed like that - even if it was subconsciously. She did it to ensure he noticed her, and not just when he felt like it, in her current attire she knew that he was unable not to stare and she knew that her wardrobe choice for the hari had been spot on.
But the fact that he seemed to know that that was why she dressed like so was a little unnerving and yet completely expected at the same time. He knew pretty much every other menit detail of her life and her reasoning, so why not this too?
She felt secret pleasure at him noticing her body, because she loved the feel of his eyes on her, eyes so blue anda could drown in them and the secrets he let slip if anda were close enough to see them. She could feel the silent appreciation they held for her curves and she savoured it, keeping it locked in her head for when he was an ass, when she needed reassurance that she was a knock-out and not just a mouse, atau when she couldn't get a detik tanggal and she felt like she wasn't good enough some how.
He made her feel sexy and beautiful, like a woman, and she knew that he had absolutely no idea of what his juvenile gawking did to her confidence. His constant staring help to remind her that she was a woman - no matter how many people he told otherwise atau however many rumours of her being a transsexual he started.
Her clothes were her way of saying that she was female after all the ruthlessness and grab it oleh the balls attitude she had to use as Dean. It was her way of balance - she could be both smoking hot andbe a great businesswoman. It was compensation in a sense, and she knew when to use her womanly assets to get things to go the way she wanted. They had helped roll in some male donors, young and old, and occasionally they could help get House to give her a little bit of a break from his onslaught of sarcastic remarks oleh merely distracting him so that he lost his train of thought.
Right now she was dressed to kill, and a little over dressed for work in some people's opinion, but Lisa Cuddy could get away with it, she could get away with wearing almost anything and look effortlessly gorgeous while still looking classy and business-like. She was dressed this way today of all days for one purpose and one purpose only: to tampil House what he would be 'getting in tempat tidur with' if he chose to finally relent and admit that he had feelings for her.
But alas, that was not to be and he, once again took three billion steps backwards instead of taking that little baby step forwards, and she was left wondering why she even bothered. That was until she, once again, felt his eyes on her and she knew that for now that would do, at least until he got his pantat, keledai into gear and did something.
“Why do anda dress like that?"
His words echoed in her head, reverberating and replaying that same pertanyaan again, and again, taunting her. She knew why she dressed like that - even if it was subconsciously. She did it to ensure he noticed her, and not just when he felt like it, in her current attire she knew that he was unable not to stare and she knew that her wardrobe choice for the hari had been spot on.
But the fact that he seemed to know that that was why she dressed like so was a little unnerving and yet completely expected at the same time. He knew pretty much every other menit detail of her life and her reasoning, so why not this too?
She felt secret pleasure at him noticing her body, because she loved the feel of his eyes on her, eyes so blue anda could drown in them and the secrets he let slip if anda were close enough to see them. She could feel the silent appreciation they held for her curves and she savoured it, keeping it locked in her head for when he was an ass, when she needed reassurance that she was a knock-out and not just a mouse, atau when she couldn't get a detik tanggal and she felt like she wasn't good enough some how.
He made her feel sexy and beautiful, like a woman, and she knew that he had absolutely no idea of what his juvenile gawking did to her confidence. His constant staring help to remind her that she was a woman - no matter how many people he told otherwise atau however many rumours of her being a transsexual he started.
Her clothes were her way of saying that she was female after all the ruthlessness and grab it oleh the balls attitude she had to use as Dean. It was her way of balance - she could be both smoking hot andbe a great businesswoman. It was compensation in a sense, and she knew when to use her womanly assets to get things to go the way she wanted. They had helped roll in some male donors, young and old, and occasionally they could help get House to give her a little bit of a break from his onslaught of sarcastic remarks oleh merely distracting him so that he lost his train of thought.
Right now she was dressed to kill, and a little over dressed for work in some people's opinion, but Lisa Cuddy could get away with it, she could get away with wearing almost anything and look effortlessly gorgeous while still looking classy and business-like. She was dressed this way today of all days for one purpose and one purpose only: to tampil House what he would be 'getting in tempat tidur with' if he chose to finally relent and admit that he had feelings for her.
But alas, that was not to be and he, once again took three billion steps backwards instead of taking that little baby step forwards, and she was left wondering why she even bothered. That was until she, once again, felt his eyes on her and she knew that for now that would do, at least until he got his pantat, keledai into gear and did something.
When does cinta become something we need, rather than something we want? cinta was seen as something special a long time ago. Now cinta is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. cinta is common currency when anda are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older anda get. Do we not care about the substance of what cinta was and not what it has been made into today oleh commercialisation from American film and televisi commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience cinta for real, can we komentar and judge others who are in Love. cinta means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of cinta is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? cinta is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.