[In House's eyes, Minerva hasn't exactly been handing out major prizes, either. He can make himself braver, which is personally useful, but does very little in the middle of a fight for anyone else. Hell if it's going to turn the tide of any battle.
Still, resentment at the gods for their crap gifts isn't really where his mind is dwelling right now.]
Just as a heads up, I'm not really into snuff. Thought I'd get that out there.
[He'll also just go ahead with sliding his fingers over her thighs, massaging in little circles and working his way inward toward her groin.]
And no one likes the chick who contaminates the pool with blood. They'll be calling you Carrie for years.
[Not that that reference will... translate to her. Or half the people in the Complex. Why can't everyone be from Earth, circa mid-2000s? They're absolutely ruining his comedy here. That's the only reason people don't think he's hilarious. Clearly.]
I am interested to see if you can actually keep quiet, though. Wanna make a bet on it?
[He teases along the crease between her thigh and her groin.]
[House is a betting man. The thrill of a wager is as good a balm for his ever present addiction as the Vicodin he's missing.]
You win? I'll play good boy for two days. You say jump? I say 'how high?' You tell me to come? I come running. Within the physical bounds of reality. Interested?
[The correction comes before she thinks about it. It doesn't matter here, but it's still a matter of pride. She earned that rank damn it.]
Two whole days. Are you sure you'll survive?
[Of course if he's going for something that she can't very well back down.]
Fine. You win, next time I'll do whatever you want, no questions, no comments, no arguments. Only limits are nothing permanent and no other body fluids.
[Not that she expects there to be an issue with the last, but it's better to make sure it in the details.]
[Afraid someone's going to steal his amazing technique and impress the other women in the complex?]
I was thinking of waiting until a proper crowd formed first... After that whole conversation in the clinic, what would make you think I'd be up for a performance in front of anyone? Yes, I will tell you if someone else comes along.
Any noises made in pain, as a warning, or while answering a question do not count. Neither does any form of breathing including heavy panting or gasps.
[She wouldn't put it past him to try and claim a win on any of those.
There's no noise from the squeeze but she does pull him closer. Game on.]
Oh, c'mon. Gasps that are loud enough to draw attention should count.
[He lets himself be pulled in, unresisting. No luck on that squeeze, so he'll be turning his attentions elsewhere. His first inclination is to go for the cheap shot that got her riled last time. House moves his hand to her stomach and slides it down to tease at her navel.]
[Bastard. Of course, he'd remember that, but he'd let her in on his intention with the hand on her stomach. By the time, he reaches her navel she's gone completely stiff and her eyes are promising that she will kill him the next time he tries that.
He may ignore the look, but her grip on his wrist will convey the message as well.]
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[He raises his hands out of the water and waggles his fingers at Oliver.]
They're nice and warm and slick. Cross my heart and hope to die.
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[Neptune hasn't been the most helpful with his gifts so far. Maybe one day in the not so distant future that will change, but not today. ]
Until then, I'll just have to be the judge of whether or not you have a heart, or should die.
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Still, resentment at the gods for their crap gifts isn't really where his mind is dwelling right now.]
Just as a heads up, I'm not really into snuff. Thought I'd get that out there.
[He'll also just go ahead with sliding his fingers over her thighs, massaging in little circles and working his way inward toward her groin.]
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[She might have one or two people she'd make an exception for, but only so she could kill them again.
The only movement she makes is to make sure she has a clear view of the room behind him.]
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And no one likes the chick who contaminates the pool with blood. They'll be calling you Carrie for years.
[Not that that reference will... translate to her. Or half the people in the Complex. Why can't everyone be from Earth, circa mid-2000s? They're absolutely ruining his comedy here. That's the only reason people don't think he's hilarious. Clearly.]
I am interested to see if you can actually keep quiet, though. Wanna make a bet on it?
[He teases along the crease between her thigh and her groin.]
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She was already up for whatever, but that one little phrase had her eyes lit in interest.]
And just what are the stakes?
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[House is a betting man. The thrill of a wager is as good a balm for his ever present addiction as the Vicodin he's missing.]
You win? I'll play good boy for two days. You say jump? I say 'how high?' You tell me to come? I come running. Within the physical bounds of reality. Interested?
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[The correction comes before she thinks about it. It doesn't matter here, but it's still a matter of pride. She earned that rank damn it.]
Two whole days. Are you sure you'll survive?
[Of course if he's going for something that she can't very well back down.]
Fine. You win, next time I'll do whatever you want, no questions, no comments, no arguments. Only limits are nothing permanent and no other body fluids.
[Not that she expects there to be an issue with the last, but it's better to make sure it in the details.]
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[His wandering hand moves up from her groin to caress the underside of her breast.]
Can I trust you to be honest if someone's looking over at us? You might, but I don't have eyes in the back of my head.
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I was thinking of waiting until a proper crowd formed first... After that whole conversation in the clinic, what would make you think I'd be up for a performance in front of anyone? Yes, I will tell you if someone else comes along.
[Before he even tries it or suggests otherwise.]
And that doesn't count. Also, no cheating.
[Biting her to get a reaction is off the table.]
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[Best to know what she will and won't count.]
There's all kindsa things a guy like me could do with a gal like you.
[His fingers slide to her back and then down to her ass to give it a hard squeeze.]
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[She wouldn't put it past him to try and claim a win on any of those.
There's no noise from the squeeze but she does pull him closer. Game on.]
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[He lets himself be pulled in, unresisting. No luck on that squeeze, so he'll be turning his attentions elsewhere. His first inclination is to go for the cheap shot that got her riled last time. House moves his hand to her stomach and slides it down to tease at her navel.]
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He may ignore the look, but her grip on his wrist will convey the message as well.]
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Touchy, touchy. What even happened? No scar, so nobody's stabbed you there.
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Are you sure about that? Alchemy can do quite a lot.
[Not that, or rather she wouldn't let an alchemist anywhere near her body to make an attempt at healing her as long as she was conscious. ]
Do I really need a reason beyond I don't like it?
[It feels fucking weird and kind of ticklish. Don't.]