House refused to think too much about this, what he was about to do again, with Foreman, after he'd spent so much time and effort trying to avoid it. He let his feet carry him down the hall and, once the doors opened, into the elevator. Of course, Foreman spoke up and had to nearly make him second-guess himself. He was tempted to step out of the car and wait for the other one--that would wipe that damn smirk off his face--but he stayed put.
All of the arousal that had built up in his office grew when Foreman stood so close to him, but after the last close call in the elevator, House wasn't about to make out with Foreman now. It wasn't late enough for the hospital to be that empty that he'd be willing to risk being caught.
"Yeah, so this time we'll literally get caught with our pants down when the doors open," House said, looking over at Foreman, sarcasm coming easier now that he wasn't pissed off. "You're not a damn teenager. You could keep it in your pants for a half-hour."
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Date: 2008-12-06 11:15 am (UTC)All of the arousal that had built up in his office grew when Foreman stood so close to him, but after the last close call in the elevator, House wasn't about to make out with Foreman now. It wasn't late enough for the hospital to be that empty that he'd be willing to risk being caught.
"Yeah, so this time we'll literally get caught with our pants down when the doors open," House said, looking over at Foreman, sarcasm coming easier now that he wasn't pissed off. "You're not a damn teenager. You could keep it in your pants for a half-hour."