Foreman threw up his arms when House spun around him and started limping back to the hospital doors. "And you're so desperate to pretend you don't want me that you're just giving up!" he said. "Again! Do you always work this damn hard at being miserable?" Stupid question, when he already knew the answer was a resounding yes. Foreman was fed up, ready to give up, throw House's keys at him and let him risk himself driving and however else he wanted to drown out everything Foreman had said tonight. But just that thought--that he'd be doing exactly what House expected--made him tense with resentment. He'd said not ten minutes ago that he was more stubborn than House, that he wasn't about to give up. Big words, but not worth the breath he'd spoken them with if he let House get away with convincing him. And it wasn't just about the sex, either. That's what House thought of him. That he was a quitter, that he couldn't follow through no matter what Foreman did to prove himself. Foreman hated House for thinking it, and hated himself every time he gave even an inch of ground that would make it seem true. This fight--it wasn't about the damn keys, it was about giving House every fucking opportunity to actually assert himself. If he wouldn't, then Foreman would, if only to prove that his words, his threats, his promises weren't empty. Whatever he wanted from House, he hadn't expected it to turn into a fucking pissing contest, but now that it was, he didn't intend to back off. Leave that for House.
"The only person you're fighting is yourself!" Foreman yelled after House. He remembered their first kiss, in his car, the sudden sharp pain when House had bitten him. He'd felt it--had remembered it--for the rest of the day, couldn't wipe away the look on House's face or the shot of adrenaline through him that set his heart racing. Foreman wanted revenge, for that, for all the other slights House had heaped on him since then. At the same time, though, he wasn't interested in forcing a kiss on House, on using his strength to get what he wanted. Just because he was faster, just because he could, didn't make it right. Much as he wanted to kiss House again, his teeth scraping over House's lower lip, manhandling him into compliance... No. Foreman didn't want that, he didn't want this to be all about him. So maybe he could get his way tonight doing that, pushing House into his car and getting another night's fuck out of it. What then? Was that going to be enough for him, would fucking House get this aggressive, insane desire out of his system? It hadn't yet.
Foreman stuffed his hands back into his pockets and followed House, keeping to his left side and matching his pace. "You're not getting rid of me," he said. "I already told you that. Get your helmet and I'll give you your keys. Stay in your office and we can explain to the newbies tomorrow why you're on time for once. But I'm not disappearing, and it's just going to be one day after the next, so I don't get it, House, why you think walking away from me is going to make the fact that we had sex go away."
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Date: 2008-12-05 10:39 am (UTC)"The only person you're fighting is yourself!" Foreman yelled after House. He remembered their first kiss, in his car, the sudden sharp pain when House had bitten him. He'd felt it--had remembered it--for the rest of the day, couldn't wipe away the look on House's face or the shot of adrenaline through him that set his heart racing. Foreman wanted revenge, for that, for all the other slights House had heaped on him since then. At the same time, though, he wasn't interested in forcing a kiss on House, on using his strength to get what he wanted. Just because he was faster, just because he could, didn't make it right. Much as he wanted to kiss House again, his teeth scraping over House's lower lip, manhandling him into compliance... No. Foreman didn't want that, he didn't want this to be all about him. So maybe he could get his way tonight doing that, pushing House into his car and getting another night's fuck out of it. What then? Was that going to be enough for him, would fucking House get this aggressive, insane desire out of his system? It hadn't yet.
Foreman stuffed his hands back into his pockets and followed House, keeping to his left side and matching his pace. "You're not getting rid of me," he said. "I already told you that. Get your helmet and I'll give you your keys. Stay in your office and we can explain to the newbies tomorrow why you're on time for once. But I'm not disappearing, and it's just going to be one day after the next, so I don't get it, House, why you think walking away from me is going to make the fact that we had sex go away."