A/N: I thought of this as I discussed some House pairings with my roommate, and then I wrote it out on a bunch of sticky notes. Enjoy.
Whipped Cream
Remy Hadley, previously known as Thirteen, strode purposefully into the Diagnostics conference room. She found that she was not the first to arrive; Eric Foreman was already sitting at the table, a mug on the table before him.
"Eric," Remy said as she hung up her coat. He nodded to her and took a sip from his mug. Remy turned from the coat rack as he lowered the drinking vessel, and an amused smile grew on her face.
"What?" Eric queried, which caused Remy to begin laughing. She tried to regain her composure, but could only manage to point haphazardly at her nose.
Eric wiped at his own nose and pulled his fingers back, sticky with whipped cream.
He chuckled lightly as he wiped his fingers off, and Remy slowly calmed herself down.
"Thanks," he said. Remy nodded as she pulled out a chair and sat down across from Eric at the table.
Shortly thereafter, as they sat in a rather companionable silence, House arrived. He cast them each a glance, eyebrow raised slightly, as he hung up his coat. He walked stiffly over to the table and leaned against a chair, his fierce blue eyes bright with mischief.
"When did you two start sleeping together?" he queried. Remy shot him an angry glare, but Foreman merely took another sip of his beverage.
"Oh, so that's it?" House inquired as the mug returned to its resting place on the table, leaving the tip of Foreman's nose coated in whipped cream.