Author's Note: I have no excuse for what you're about to read. Further proof that I can ship Thirteen with almost anybody. A Thirteen/Nora-the-neighbour oneshot. Whatever.
"You owe me". Sitting down, I watch him stare at me. I can't read him. Shocked? Impressed? How's he feeling right now? I didn't think this bet was going to lead anywhere.
He limps over, hands me $100, smirks and informs that he's going to share our new information with Wilson. I need to be there for that, don't I? I need to make sure he believes this.
We walk there in an uncomfortable silence. Has this hallway always been this long? He smiles at me like he's proud of me. This was a bad idea, wasn't it?
See, when I told House there was probably a 'reason' neither he or Wilson got anywhere with their neighbour, I didn't take it all that seriously. When he bet me I was wrong, I knew it'd be easy to prove. Go to the apartment, do some light flirting, see if I get a response... simple. Should've been simple. I hadn't see her before that. He'd mentioned Nora. Said she was hot. I hadn't realised how hot.
So, I did it. I went to the apartment, tank top and the right jeans. I pretended not to know which apartment they lived in, knocked on the wrong door. BAM. Right away. Right away she hits on me. Easiest $100 I ever made. She said something about Wilson not being in, but I could wait with her? Made me coffee, asked me questions, seemed nice. Before I know it, I'm getting more proof than I ever intended.
How was I supposed to know that Nora was that beautiful? Who can tell with House? It's kind of blurry from there. I remember not being able to take my eyes off her. Her hair. I mean, the cliches are there but I won't use them. Just gorgeous. Her hair shines, her eyes glisten. What was that I said about the cliches? Not to mention her smile. Adorable. Endearing. Perfect. And, obviously... her body. A V-Neck shirt that showed her boobs off beyond perfectly. How was I supposed to leave it at "well, she hit on me, she's into girls" when she wanted more? No way.
The rest of the afternoon is all a blur. A blur of soft, tender kisses, roaming hands. The haze of screams, sweat and tangled sheets.
The whole night pretty much went the same way. Less clothes, more noise, more sweat, more... tangling. Leaving at 3am, because I had to be here four hours later.
I toyed with the idea of not telling him. That's just gross, right? To spend all day in bed with a girl, to kind of like her, to plan to see her again, and to use that for $100. I mean, I could use it for good. Buy her dinner. She doesn't have to know how I got it.
We're there. We're at Wilson's office. He smashes the door open and I follow him, sheepish, but smug. Can you even be sheepish and smug simultaneously? I guess you can... I stand in the doorway while House 'breaks the news' to his friend, who stares at me open mouthed.
Oh yeah, the smug is setting in.