A/N: I apologize if I'm on your author alerts and you came looking for House fic… I hope to have something for you soon.
This is my first attempt at Lie To Me, so input is particularly appreciated. Thanks for reading!
Sex, Lies and Video Feed
He feels like a thief, coveting things he'll never rightfully possess. Or worse, some kind of stalker.
That doesn't stop him.
Sometimes he thinks nothing could—not his marriage, back when he still had one, and certainly not hers.
So he waits.
Biding his time until long after the building has gone silent and she's smiled her last goodbye, he watches his partner in the pixelated flicker of the day's video feed.
Perfect, bow-shaped mouth.
Pert little breasts.
Hips to accommodate even the most ardent of lovers.
He isn't supposed to think of Foster that way.
But he does.
