Prizes
By Ellie
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue.
She first knew something was up when she walked into the cafeteria and House's Potentials – who had all been talking in hushed, if animated, tones – fell silent and stared at her with calculating looks. She shook her head and decided she didn't want to know.
She pondered rethinking that decision as she caught one of them trying to break into her office. He flushed and stammered and then ran away. She closed her eyes and popped her neck. She decided that with budget meetings and staff evaluations she didn't have time to know.
She re-pondered her rethinking when she found herself alone in the restroom with the blond one – Amber -- looking at her with a predatory glint in her eyes. She then decided that perhaps she did need to know House's latest insanity after all.
"What are your underlings up to, and how does it involve me?" she asked later that evening.
He chuckled in that knowing way that made her want to grab his cane and bash his head in. "I'd hoped they'd be a little more subtle. I'm kind of disappointed," he said.
"I thought the blond was going to assault me in the restroom today."
"Cutthroat Bitch? You can take her," he assured her.
"House," she growled.
"It's nothing," he said in a faux-innocent voice. "Just a little scavenger hunt."
"Scavenger hunt? For what?" she asked as dread overcame her. House didn't answer, but he let his eyes wander over her body until they stopped in her pelvic area.
"House!" she said as she took the foot he wasn't rubbing and kicked him in the arm before settling herself back down on his couch with her Chinese food. "You already own more of my underwear than I do. I don't know what the ladies at Victoria's Secret think when I have to buy ten new pairs a month."
"They probably think you have some studly boyfriend who rips them off during all the really hot sex that you have," he said as his talented fingers pushed against her arch making her fight a moan.
She kicked him again instead. "Your underlings are breaking into my house as we speak," she complained.
"Probably," he admitted. "That's why I insisted we stay over at my place tonight."
She sighed in frustration, and he took her other foot in his hands and began rubbing as he explained his logic. "Old Fraud was the only one who showed any aptitude for getting into people's houses. You and Wilson are the only two people who wouldn't call the police on them for breaking into your places, and you're the only one who has something that I want," he explained reasonably.
She fought to hold onto her anger, but it was difficult as his hands left her foot and slowly made their way up her leg. She finally gave up and pulled away from him. Before he could complain, she put down her food and straddled him as she leaned in and brushed her lips against his. "If I see them framed in your office, all the foot rubs in the world won't save you," she warned him.
"What's in it for me to keep your panties to myself?" he asked as his hands caressed her back
"I'm sure I'll think of something," she said with a smirk.
The End