House closed his eyes for a moment, relishing the afterglow, and reminding himself that this was not a dream. Then he grinned down at Phedre and said, "Good idea, listening to my heart. I'm not a young man, you know, that sort of thing could be the death of me."

No, he was not going to think of James. No, no, not when the disloyal jackass was probably fucking the pale kid this very moment.

Now it was House who had a beautiful young thing naked and draped across him, and he wasn't going to let anything ruin it.

Speaking of which... he groaned a little, just from looking at her. "You're just so fucking beautiful."