Ok...you guys kept asking for me to update soon so here it is... :) it might be crap cause i haven't done a draft o anything so yer...anyways...i know tu guys no why House is being nice!!! XD well here tu go...read and review....
Five minutos later, like House had promised, the comida was out on the mesa, tabla and now he was outside on deck playing with the rubber ducky [small inflateable boat] making sure it would work for later.
Cuddy, on the other hand, had just got out of the ducha, ducha de and was getting dressed in the bedroom; completely forgetting about the sky light. So, House, who heard the ducha, ducha de shut off, leant over and peered through the skylight. He knocked on the plastic cover and waved. Immediately, the towel came up to cover herself, and she glared at him before pulling the finger.
House pretended to look shocked, shook his head and went back below to have his breakfast which was now going cold because Cuddy was taking so long!!!
After breakfast, House told Cuddy his plan for the day, "We're going to that little playa over there," he dicho pointing, "And I'm not taking no for an answer."
"Is this some sick plan to get me into bed?"
"Look, tu said-"
"I know what I said, House,"
"So, good idea?"
She looked at him with a small smile, "Yeah,"
"You're the best mummy ever!"
"Thanks for doing this, I really appreciate it,"
He looked at her, the sincerty in her eyes. Breaking their no contact rule, he lifted her chin to look at him in the eye.
She saw straight through him, vunerable, excited, loving.
"House-"
"Greg," he corrected her.
"Greg, we can't,"
"We're away for two weeks, just us, let your hair down for once," his hand moved from her chin to her cheek. She leant into his touch.
He came down to her level and pressed a small, but passion-filled kiss on her lips. "Go get ready,"
TBC
Read and Review...
xx
(see this one isn't as good...??)
Five minutos later, like House had promised, the comida was out on the mesa, tabla and now he was outside on deck playing with the rubber ducky [small inflateable boat] making sure it would work for later.
Cuddy, on the other hand, had just got out of the ducha, ducha de and was getting dressed in the bedroom; completely forgetting about the sky light. So, House, who heard the ducha, ducha de shut off, leant over and peered through the skylight. He knocked on the plastic cover and waved. Immediately, the towel came up to cover herself, and she glared at him before pulling the finger.
House pretended to look shocked, shook his head and went back below to have his breakfast which was now going cold because Cuddy was taking so long!!!
After breakfast, House told Cuddy his plan for the day, "We're going to that little playa over there," he dicho pointing, "And I'm not taking no for an answer."
"Is this some sick plan to get me into bed?"
"Look, tu said-"
"I know what I said, House,"
"So, good idea?"
She looked at him with a small smile, "Yeah,"
"You're the best mummy ever!"
"Thanks for doing this, I really appreciate it,"
He looked at her, the sincerty in her eyes. Breaking their no contact rule, he lifted her chin to look at him in the eye.
She saw straight through him, vunerable, excited, loving.
"House-"
"Greg," he corrected her.
"Greg, we can't,"
"We're away for two weeks, just us, let your hair down for once," his hand moved from her chin to her cheek. She leant into his touch.
He came down to her level and pressed a small, but passion-filled kiss on her lips. "Go get ready,"
TBC
Read and Review...
xx
(see this one isn't as good...??)
I was lectura up on opiate withdrawal and apparently tu can go through withdrawal not just to stop taking the drug, Vicodin in House’s case, but to reduce the amount you’re taking.
So in House’s case, like Wilson said; his Vicodin levels where way to high and so the only option was to let his body recover and reduce it’s need for that amount it got everyday.
Therefore, the siguiente morning when he was seemingly better; it was because of the extreme cold-turkeyness that House used to reduce his levels of Vicodin in order for his hallucination of Amber to go away. So I don’t think it was a hallucination, because he hasn’t quit Vicodin, he has only reduced the amount he takes within the el espacio of a horrible 24 hora detox. His body no longer craves the Vicodin every hora o so like before.
Short and simple :)
So in House’s case, like Wilson said; his Vicodin levels where way to high and so the only option was to let his body recover and reduce it’s need for that amount it got everyday.
Therefore, the siguiente morning when he was seemingly better; it was because of the extreme cold-turkeyness that House used to reduce his levels of Vicodin in order for his hallucination of Amber to go away. So I don’t think it was a hallucination, because he hasn’t quit Vicodin, he has only reduced the amount he takes within the el espacio of a horrible 24 hora detox. His body no longer craves the Vicodin every hora o so like before.
Short and simple :)
"Unless you love her"
Thats a good angle to make out *points out*
