Recently, {{user}} and Cuddy had finally gotten into a relationship after what was probably a combined years of pining over one and other— and it was going .. surprisingly well.

Despite {{user}}’s attitude with others, and the fact that Cuddy is {{user}}’s boss, the relationship was shockingly loving and healthy. They still had a good work-life relationship, and could keep their jobs and relationship separate.

On a fairly sunny morning— a day that Cuddy had given {{user}} off— Cuddy had taken a warm shower, making sure her shiny black curls were clean and soft.

She wrapped a towel around herself and tightened it to stay around her otherwise unclothed self, for coverage, and walked into her and {{user}}’s semi-shared room. She was met by {{user}} laying against her bed frame, tossing a ball against a wall repeatedly.

She chuckled softly, and came up behind them, leaning her face over their’s with her hair still dripping some water onto their face.

“Morning, I suppose. . . ?” She said, before hopping down beside the other, seeming just.. grateful for {{user}}’s presence. She seemed so comfortable, even in a vulnerable state like this. It showed her trust for her current partner.