Red Mug of Coffee
House hobbled over to the coffee counter, his ducklings finally silencing their quacking and working. He frowned when finding the coffee pot with a rim of said beverage and the bag of coffee beans empty. He sighed and chucked it in the garbage before turning around.
His eyes narrowed on Chase, who was sitting at the table on paperwork duty. And sipping from a red mug. A red mug full of…House sniffed suspiciously. …coffee.
House cleared his throat and hobbled as quietly as he could over behind Chase's chair. He stood, leaning on his cane and staring down at the blonde and watching him. Chase stopped writing and leaned his head back, staring straight up at House staring at him.
Chase jumped. "OH…Jeez, House!" His pen dropped and he rubbed his forehead, flicking a few strands of hair out of his way. House hm-ed and hobbled over to the chair closest to Chase, and resumed staring at him as the Aussie took a sip of coffee.
Chase blinked, disturbed by House's silence and behavior. "Uh, House?"
House continued staring, barely blinking. "You know. When I was in kindergarten, when we ran out of tissues, everyone had to bring in a box. And from then on, I decided, when I was out of something, I should buy a lot of it." Chase raised an eyebrow, not really surprised at House's metaphor.
"And I sometimes put some faith in people when it comes to refilling things…" Chase blinked, and his eyes flickered to his mug before recognition flashed on his face. "House--"
"…such as, the coffee machine." House raised an eyebrow, finally blinking and leaning back in his chair.
"Look, House, I was going to refill it when--"
"Oh, I'm sure you were." His boss interrupted, turning his cane absently. "But, now, see, I'm out of coffee and well…"
"House--" House suddenly smirked at his duckling. "So I might have to borrow some of yours."
Before Chase could think, House was leaning forward, and their lips were locked. He blinked and opened his mouth to say something, but forgot opening your mouth when someone's lips were against yours was generally bad, so he found himself with a mouthful of House's tongue. The appendage flickered around the Aussie's mouth, savoring the taste.
Chase's eyes closed, and he added his tongue to the mix, his hand coming to rest against House's good leg as he stretched out of his chair. Heads tilted, and saliva mixed, messy and spontaneous. Perfection defined.
Finally, House pulled back and smirked at Chase, who was still caught up in their moment. His eyes fluttered open, blinking intelligently.
"Mm. French vanilla." House winked, carefully lifting himself out of his chair. "My favorite."
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A/N: Well, that was my first House fic posted. What'd you think? Sorry if anything was OOC, I tried my best. If this works out well, I might upload my House fics I have typed up. So...feedback appreciated and favourite if you hate reviewing, haha. I do not own anything in House except a red coffee mug. I hate putting disclaimers at the very top so it's the first thing you see. Makes the story look ugly.