A/N: Based off spoilers from 1x10 'Let Them Eat Cake'.
Incoherent Nothings
He is standing close in front of her. Too close. She can feel the warmth radiating from his body to hers and can feel the heat of his breath on her face, on her neck, down her blouse.
Though he isn't touching her, her skin is very aware of his presence. He might as well be running his hands over every inch of her body. Fine goose bumps dot her flesh.
His eyes are as intense as always – if not more so – as he stares at her and seems almost to challenge her. She is afraid that she will drown in their beautiful blue depths and she will be lost, never to be found again.
Her breath catches in her throat as he inches even closer and her skin prickles in anticipation. She is once more aware of the heat, dripping, melting like wax.
And then he smirks. One of his hands has somehow ended up on her left breast.
Her thoughts meld into incoherent nothings that are swept away in lieu of the feeling of his hand on her. She shivers – his touch is electricity with a dash of winter thrown in.
She opens her mouth to protest (they shouldn't be doing this, not here!) but all that escapes her lips is a wanton moan.
He removes his hand though it is clear that he is enjoying it as much as she.
Her mind begins to build itself back up to its normal standard and she manages barely to utter his name. "House."
He winks at her, glances toward the door to his, no their (at least for the day) office. He flicks his eyes back to her.
"A preview of things to come," he suggests wickedly.
She very nearly jumps him on the spot.
fin.