A/N sorry i haven't updated as frequently as i have been doing...i have been studying for my up coming biology, algebra and PE theory tests...*sighs* so this fic (in my opinion) isn't very good...i have worked out i am like 20 hours sleep deprived... *yawns* so yeah...i ilitumwa some shabiki art to go with these chappies in the fanart part of this spot so look and review and same with this chap...read, review and rate!!! xxx
The remaining days passed as fast as they had come. The pack was slow and daunting because both knew that what had happened on that yacht would never be mentioned again.
Greg continued eyeing up Lisa, dressed in knee length jeans with layered singlets and a thick koti, jacket draped over her arm. Greg, however, wore his usual jeans, sneaker and a t-shirt.
Before they disembarked the yacht, Lisa pulled out a small digital camera.
"Kiss me, Greg," she ordered and as he pressed his lips to hers she caught the image.
Even after the picha was taken, a violent game slowly began to erupt-becoming zaidi of the WW III of the tounges. Greg finally broke the kiss, curious and oxygen deprived.
"Why didn't wewe tell me wewe had a camera?"
"Who knows what wewe would have done with it,"
He winked at her, a smirk spreading over both their faces.
"One more? Please?" she pleaded.
Greg wrapped his arms around her in a kubeba hug and planted a kiss to her cheek; she snapped another photo.
"Email them to me," he whispered into her ear.
"If I find them around the hospital..."she trailed off giving him his warning.
"...you'll give me zaidi clinic, I know,"
"No-I'll moto you,"
"Oh wouldn't wewe upendo to do that!" he smiled with glee, "Then our little midnight escapades can continue,"
Lisa glared at him but his eyes gave him away-he was only joking-she knew she could trust him with this; she'd trusted him with just about everything else.
Continuing to gaze into his eyes, she saw the sadness flood his eyes when they had finished packing and were about to disembark. Neither of them wanted this to end, they'd gotten in too deep. They didn't want to let go of their newly found happiness and Lisa certainly didn't want to say goodbye to Greg...
TBC...
read, review and rate...
xxx
The remaining days passed as fast as they had come. The pack was slow and daunting because both knew that what had happened on that yacht would never be mentioned again.
Greg continued eyeing up Lisa, dressed in knee length jeans with layered singlets and a thick koti, jacket draped over her arm. Greg, however, wore his usual jeans, sneaker and a t-shirt.
Before they disembarked the yacht, Lisa pulled out a small digital camera.
"Kiss me, Greg," she ordered and as he pressed his lips to hers she caught the image.
Even after the picha was taken, a violent game slowly began to erupt-becoming zaidi of the WW III of the tounges. Greg finally broke the kiss, curious and oxygen deprived.
"Why didn't wewe tell me wewe had a camera?"
"Who knows what wewe would have done with it,"
He winked at her, a smirk spreading over both their faces.
"One more? Please?" she pleaded.
Greg wrapped his arms around her in a kubeba hug and planted a kiss to her cheek; she snapped another photo.
"Email them to me," he whispered into her ear.
"If I find them around the hospital..."she trailed off giving him his warning.
"...you'll give me zaidi clinic, I know,"
"No-I'll moto you,"
"Oh wouldn't wewe upendo to do that!" he smiled with glee, "Then our little midnight escapades can continue,"
Lisa glared at him but his eyes gave him away-he was only joking-she knew she could trust him with this; she'd trusted him with just about everything else.
Continuing to gaze into his eyes, she saw the sadness flood his eyes when they had finished packing and were about to disembark. Neither of them wanted this to end, they'd gotten in too deep. They didn't want to let go of their newly found happiness and Lisa certainly didn't want to say goodbye to Greg...
TBC...
read, review and rate...
xxx
House and Cuddy love thier ship as well
Sorry guys. I can't contunue uandishi this as I have gotten bored uandishi this... :( Don't get pissed at me but I can tell wewe how it ends.
I was thinking of having a nice but simple wedding between the two, but just as they've alisema i do, i was thinking of cuddy going into labour right then and there.
House and cuddy would live with their baby boy (greg jr. much to house's dissapointment) for around 2 years before cuddy was in a fatal car crash.
Sorry guys but i just couldn't write anymore...i will be posting different makala in this spot tho, so don't worry I haven't abandoned you!!!
XXXX sorry
huddy_aimee
I was thinking of having a nice but simple wedding between the two, but just as they've alisema i do, i was thinking of cuddy going into labour right then and there.
House and cuddy would live with their baby boy (greg jr. much to house's dissapointment) for around 2 years before cuddy was in a fatal car crash.
Sorry guys but i just couldn't write anymore...i will be posting different makala in this spot tho, so don't worry I haven't abandoned you!!!
XXXX sorry
huddy_aimee
I hope wewe like it and I'd upendo some maoni and criticism.
Ruins
Once I was whole.
Then I bursted
painlessly
unconsciously
indifferently
but I did.
Now I stand in front
the ruins
of myself
and remain silent
in amazement.
A shadow on a wall
Without turning around
I know
it is you.
Why are wewe here?
Did wewe follow me?
Have wewe come here
to examine
the matunda of your labour?
And then I realize
wewe suffered
the same.
Both of us were not made
to win
in this game.
The shattered pieces
are not replaceable
not even
to be found.
So both of us
remain silent
and keep on
staring at the ground.
