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[wallofbriggs]

[Maybe he needs to expand his reference pool to other eras. Not that she'd get most of them either.

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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What are you willing to give up, Major?

[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?

[wallofbriggs]

Major General.

[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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I only have to survive if I lose. I'll take your terms, Major General.

[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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[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.

[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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Define cheating.

[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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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.]

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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.]

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[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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[Ow. That's not a sexy grinding of his bones together, and he makes a face at her, but tries to pull away to redirect his hand.]

Touchy, touchy. What even happened? No scar, so nobody's stabbed you there.

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[She lets go of his hand, but keeps a very close eye on just where he decides to move it.]

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.]