[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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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.]