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House heard the Doctor rasp, "Fucking god..." and he took that as an invitation to make him say more things like that, and began fumbling with the fastenings on his pants.

After leaving Chase in the rec room, House was quite serious about that cold shower. It wasn't that Chase was being a tease, but after over a week without sex - the last being, ironically, Jack in the shower - the kissing was enough to set House off.

No, he understood Chase's whole less-sex position (and trusted that that was what it was - he would be less understanding if there was sexing of the Doctor or Sirius or whatever going on). Which meant that he could be irritable without being irritated at Chase. After all, if he'd wanted to not have sex he'd have gotten married.

And plus, the chocolate! Come on, that was fucking romantic.

Grumbling a little, he peeled off his clothes and stepped into the shower stall, leaving his clothes in a neat pile and his cane propped up by the door of the bathroom. He turned the water on full blast cold and gasped. After a few minutes of this, he turned off the spray and stuck his hand out of the stall, groping for his towel while he tried to decide if he was just going to dry off or actually get some warm water going on in here and take matters into his own hands.