Summary: There are many, many things he loves about Lisa Cuddy. But what he loves most of all are her eyes.

Rating: PG-13 (Is it possible to go any lower and still keep House in character? LOL)

Pairing: House/Cuddy

Notes: Just a quick little fic for lissiepissie, because she needed some cheering up, and I promised I would. :)

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There are many, many things he loves about Lisa Cuddy. Her attitude, her hair, her laugh, and more obvious things, such as her ass and breasts.

But what Gregory House loves most of all are her eyes.

It was her eyes that had attracted him to her in the first place, when they met for the very first time at that lame, cliched college party. She had been dragged there by a friend for "studying too much;" he had been there to see if there were any chicks tolerable enough for him to even consider.

Their eyes didn't meet across a crowded room. He didn't come across her just in time to rescue her from the clutches of some drunken jerk; even if he had, it wouldn't have mattered, as he was just as much of an ass as the next guy. The way they met was simple. She was making her way through the crowd and looking through her purse for something at the same time. Not the best combination, and she crashed into him

Crashed may be a bit of an overstatement, as it was really more of a bump. Though crash did sound more dramatic.

But the moment she glanced up at him -- smoky cerulean eyes clouded with anger instead of apologies -- he was hooked. Normal girls would have lavished him with rueful excuses, probably while simultaneously hitting on him, as he was a very attractive man -- a fact he was well aware of. But that's not what she did. She yelled at him. Him, when she was obviously the one at fault.

Now, as already mentioned, Gregory House was an ass. And what was an ass to do but give it right back even better than it was dished out? After all, he wasn't just going to stand there and let her wrongfully accuse him. And the fact that she was gorgeous, in addition to being intriguing, definitely added fuel to his fire, so to speak. He could have given her a comment that would have her storming off in a highly offended huff, walking off in an annoyed stride, or sauntering off in a flirtatious strut.

But he didn't. He gave a comment that he knew would make her even more angry than she already was.

And it did. Those already smoldering eyes burst into flames, burning the highest, brightest blue.

And he smiled.

Needless to say, their first meeting hadn't been exactly...romantic.

That aspect to their relationship didn't come around until far later.

But still, those eyes. To this day, he loves them, is totally and completely, irrevocably infatuated with them. The way they change colors when she's annoyed or angry or perfectly content. He doesn't do what he does just to see her eyes, but it is why he almost always hides in places he knows she'll find him. He loves the way those orbs flash at him as she berates him for skipping out on clinic duty...again.

He swears she gets off on it as much as he does, though.

When they argue, stepping closer and closer, he swears he can see a world of lust, passion, and a million other untouched emotions boiling just under the surface of all that rage.

He's way too good at reading people to convince himself that it's merely a figment of his brilliant imagination.

One day, he'll do something about it. One day, she'll be her normal, authorative, pain-in-the-ass self, yelling at him for something or another. And he'll kiss her. He'll grab her by those slim shoulders, jerk her toward him, lower his head, and kiss her until his head spins and he loses himself in the taste, the feel, the essence that is Lisa Cuddy. And she'll kiss him back; he knows she will.

But all things in good time.

For now, just for now, those eyes are enough.

la fin