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misanthrope_md) wrote2006-05-17 12:10 am
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House & Phedre. NWS. (Don't tell Jimmy!)
After House's leg started acting up while he was chatting with Phedre and she offered to him a massage, House limped into the clinic ahead of Phedre, and then closed the door behind her. If he was going to take off his pants, he wanted someone to at least knock before bursting in. And for some reason he didn't like the idea of lying in his and James' bed for this.
He stood by one of the clinic beds, and his hands went to his belt. Then he hesitated. "Phedre, I... look, the scarring on my leg is pretty bad. I know that with my clothes on I'm a hot piece of ass, but my sex appeal is probably about to plummet." It was easier to make jokes now, than to have to deal with the surprised disgust on her face, or the pity.
He stood by one of the clinic beds, and his hands went to his belt. Then he hesitated. "Phedre, I... look, the scarring on my leg is pretty bad. I know that with my clothes on I'm a hot piece of ass, but my sex appeal is probably about to plummet." It was easier to make jokes now, than to have to deal with the surprised disgust on her face, or the pity.
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He tightened his arms around Phedre and added, "Maybe just a few more moments, but then we should probably get dressed, yeah?"
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As he grabbed his clothes, the guilt rolled over him. What had he done?
Well, James didn't have to know, and that was all there was to it. He wouldn't confront James about kissing Alcuin, and wouldn't telling him about sleeping with Phedre.
And things would go on as normal.
... too bad he didn't really believe that.