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[rubikscomplex]

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.]

[wallofbriggs]

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.]

[rubikscomplex]

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.]

[wallofbriggs]

[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.]

[rubikscomplex]

[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.

[wallofbriggs]

[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.]