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17 May 2010 @ 12:37 pm
Strange Strangers  
Title: Strange Strangers
Rating: T
Words: 100
Pairing: House/woman
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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He stares up at the ceiling, his mind, for once, blank. He glances across the bed, watches the shirt ride up her back as she slips into her heels.

She stands, straightens her skirt, spends a few extra minutes adjusting her breasts, then looks at him expectantly.

He scowls.

She's so... perfect. They all are.

She pulls her purse up over her shoulder, wrings her hands. "So..."

"Wallet's on the dresser," he tells her hollowly, rolling onto his side. "Don't bother trying to steal anything. Lock up on the way out. And don't touch the piano."

 
 
 
Rainbow Tits Mcgeemisdreya on May 19th, 2010 07:12 pm (UTC)
He's letting the anonymous hooker take just take money out of his wallet? If he's worried about her stealing, I'd start with giving her the money out of hand, lol.

I could really feel how empty he was here, nice job. (As long as we understand that your appointed Job is to torture House.)