As he studied Foreman, House got the feeling that he was making Foreman uncomfortable, which was interesting in and of itself. He tossed a pill into his mouth as Foreman laid down again, still watching him.
House felt his eyebrows dip with confusion, his brain interpreting Foreman's unfinished sentence as a casual suggestion that they shower together. The idea of it made House look away from Foreman, up at the ceiling, his mind already imaging just how that would go--not that far, since he couldn't manage a whole lot standing up in a slippery-wet shower for a long period of time, but groping and kissing could go a long way. House vaguely wondered what his chances were of getting laid twice in the same evening. Foreman's shoulder moved against his with the shrug, and House realized that there was no way that Foreman had been implying anything but the free use of his shower. That alone was surprising enough, though--practically an invitation to stay in Foreman's space. Stay naked in Foreman's space. And House felt simultaneously satisfied and nervously on-guard that Foreman wasn't kicking him out. On the one hand, he felt the need to establish some distance, but, on the other, he was curious as to how far he could invade Foreman's space before Foreman got fed up with him and kicked him out after all. He could always take up Foreman's offer of using his shower. The warm water would do his leg some good. It would give him some space, and he could use up all of Foreman's hot water before planting himself in Foreman's living room with the half the contents of his fridge spread out like a buffet.
Sounded like a plan. He looked back at Foreman, pushing himself to sit up, noticing that he wasn't the only one who'd been imagining things, from the looks of it. Foreman had a far-away expression on his face, and House couldn't resist interrupting his thoughts. He hadn't really rubbed Foreman's eagerness in his face yet, and figured now was a good opportunity. "I hope the rest of that sentence isn't something like 'then I'll meet you there in five minutes to enact my prison-rape fantasy'," he said as he swung his legs to the side of the bed. "'Cause I'm not really into that."
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Date: 2008-12-23 09:52 pm (UTC)House felt his eyebrows dip with confusion, his brain interpreting Foreman's unfinished sentence as a casual suggestion that they shower together. The idea of it made House look away from Foreman, up at the ceiling, his mind already imaging just how that would go--not that far, since he couldn't manage a whole lot standing up in a slippery-wet shower for a long period of time, but groping and kissing could go a long way. House vaguely wondered what his chances were of getting laid twice in the same evening. Foreman's shoulder moved against his with the shrug, and House realized that there was no way that Foreman had been implying anything but the free use of his shower. That alone was surprising enough, though--practically an invitation to stay in Foreman's space. Stay naked in Foreman's space. And House felt simultaneously satisfied and nervously on-guard that Foreman wasn't kicking him out. On the one hand, he felt the need to establish some distance, but, on the other, he was curious as to how far he could invade Foreman's space before Foreman got fed up with him and kicked him out after all. He could always take up Foreman's offer of using his shower. The warm water would do his leg some good. It would give him some space, and he could use up all of Foreman's hot water before planting himself in Foreman's living room with the half the contents of his fridge spread out like a buffet.
Sounded like a plan. He looked back at Foreman, pushing himself to sit up, noticing that he wasn't the only one who'd been imagining things, from the looks of it. Foreman had a far-away expression on his face, and House couldn't resist interrupting his thoughts. He hadn't really rubbed Foreman's eagerness in his face yet, and figured now was a good opportunity. "I hope the rest of that sentence isn't something like 'then I'll meet you there in five minutes to enact my prison-rape fantasy'," he said as he swung his legs to the side of the bed. "'Cause I'm not really into that."