Cuddy's eyes rolled heavenward briefly before taking a step back, putting personal space between them. "I hate turtlenecks," she retorted, "and if this is your idea of a joke, House, you don't want to know what I'll do to retaliate."
Her arms folded beneath the chest he loved to stare at, and a toss of her head left her eyes to meet his. It wasn't funny, it really wasn't.
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Date: 2007-04-17 05:01 am (UTC)Her arms folded beneath the chest he loved to stare at, and a toss of her head left her eyes to meet his. It wasn't funny, it really wasn't.