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Pairing: Lisa Cuddy/Greg House
Fic Title: Eight Simple Rules for Dating Greg House
Author: ijemanja
Link: http://ijemanja.livejournal.com/30801.html
Rating/Warning(s): Teen
Genre: General Romance, humor
WIP?: No.
Why This Must Be Read: Eight simple rules for dating Greg House, as compiled over the course of an evening. Funny, perfectly in character, and a nice look at Cuddy/House as Lisa learns navigating a date with House is as complicated as working with him. Very nice read. ;)
"Stop eyeing my rack!" He paused. "Why do I feel weird saying that?"
"Because it's usually my line?"
"Stop lusting over my lamb, then. It's indecent, and you're making the risotto jealous."
"I'm not lusting over anything. My risotto's really good, actually, want to try it?" she offered.
"Yeah, and then I've got to give you some of mine in return. Nice try."
She rolled her eyes. "Obligation free, I promise."
Reaching across the table with his fork, he scooped up a small mound of rice.
"Not bad," he said. "Mine's better."
Shaking her head she reached for her wine glass.
"It's your own fault," he went on. "You could have ordered something sensible, instead of subjecting yourself to mushrooms and spinach and peas."
"I like mushrooms and spinach and peas."
"Oh my," he quipped. "No good pretending you're not a carnivore, not when I've got bite marks that say otherwise."
"Too much meat isn't good for you."
"Neither is denying yourself something you want. In the end, it always catches up with you."
She smirked. "A regular Nancy Reagan, aren't you."
"Just say yes," he returned mockingly, as he cut another piece of lamb. This time, though, instead of bringing it to his mouth he reached back across the table, offering it to her.
She raised an eyebrow. "I have my own fork," she told him, giving it a little wave.
"It's sexier if I feed you."
"Really."
Propping an arm on the table she leaned forward, touching his wrist lightly as he guided the fork to her lips, which closed slowly and deliberately over the tender morsel on offer. Then she drew back slightly, allowing the tines to slide from her mouth.
She watched him with a satisfied smile as she chewed and swallowed.
"House?"
"Hm?" he answered distractedly.
"Stop looking at my rack."
Pairing: Lisa Cuddy/Greg House
Fic Title: Eight Simple Rules for Dating Greg House
Author: ijemanja
Link: http://ijemanja.livejournal.com/30801.html
Rating/Warning(s): Teen
Genre: General Romance, humor
WIP?: No.
Why This Must Be Read: Eight simple rules for dating Greg House, as compiled over the course of an evening. Funny, perfectly in character, and a nice look at Cuddy/House as Lisa learns navigating a date with House is as complicated as working with him. Very nice read. ;)
"Stop eyeing my rack!" He paused. "Why do I feel weird saying that?"
"Because it's usually my line?"
"Stop lusting over my lamb, then. It's indecent, and you're making the risotto jealous."
"I'm not lusting over anything. My risotto's really good, actually, want to try it?" she offered.
"Yeah, and then I've got to give you some of mine in return. Nice try."
She rolled her eyes. "Obligation free, I promise."
Reaching across the table with his fork, he scooped up a small mound of rice.
"Not bad," he said. "Mine's better."
Shaking her head she reached for her wine glass.
"It's your own fault," he went on. "You could have ordered something sensible, instead of subjecting yourself to mushrooms and spinach and peas."
"I like mushrooms and spinach and peas."
"Oh my," he quipped. "No good pretending you're not a carnivore, not when I've got bite marks that say otherwise."
"Too much meat isn't good for you."
"Neither is denying yourself something you want. In the end, it always catches up with you."
She smirked. "A regular Nancy Reagan, aren't you."
"Just say yes," he returned mockingly, as he cut another piece of lamb. This time, though, instead of bringing it to his mouth he reached back across the table, offering it to her.
She raised an eyebrow. "I have my own fork," she told him, giving it a little wave.
"It's sexier if I feed you."
"Really."
Propping an arm on the table she leaned forward, touching his wrist lightly as he guided the fork to her lips, which closed slowly and deliberately over the tender morsel on offer. Then she drew back slightly, allowing the tines to slide from her mouth.
She watched him with a satisfied smile as she chewed and swallowed.
"House?"
"Hm?" he answered distractedly.
"Stop looking at my rack."
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