Disclaimer: I don't own House. It all belongs to DS and Fox & Co.
I'm sorry.
He mouthed against her throat.
Forgive me.
Against the indent between her breastbones.
Don't leave me.
Scored into her skin - red half moons where his short nails dug into her pale arms.
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Me too.
But she feared she would be able to taste that he was somehow different.
It hurts.
She feared that the skin cells, the very essence of that woman, were still on his body, changing the landscape that she had known, adding new geographies that she did not want to discover: places on his body that had been claimed by someone else.
I can't...