Bottle
"Where is it?" The door swings shut behind him, enclosing his fury in the confines of her office. His face is contorted, frustrated and he's looking straight at her as if he can see into her soul. Lucky her.
"Where's what?" she replies breezily. She very pointedly quirks an eyebrow.
"My," he says firmly, "Vicodin! I need it. My leg-"
"Is in pain, I know." Without another word, she stands, leaving her paperwork on her desk, and one by one, closes the curtains and hides her office from anyone who may pass by and happen to glance in that direction.
He stares at her as if she has gone mad. "You swapped my Vicodin with tic tacs! Did it not occur to you that I would find out the second I took one out?"
"Actually I was counting on you finding out. You took longer than I expected to come and complain about it though. I'm shocked."
"Where is it?"
She smiles at him and shoves a hand into the pocket of her pants. "Relax. They're right here." She tosses him a bottle. It rattles as it flies through the air and he expertly catches it.
He fixes her with a confused stare and pops the lid, shaking two pills into his hand. He downs them and replaces the lid. He turns to leave.
"Wait."
He pauses but doesn't look at her.
"Don't you want to know why I closed the curtains?"
"No." Despite his answer he doesn't leave.
"Fine. I'll tell you anyway." She moves silently toward him and stands behind him. Her hands tentatively reach out; one goes to his waist, the other she runs down his back. He shivers slightly under her touch at first but warms to her and exhales loudly.
Slowly he shifts around to face her. He is stopped, speechless, by the look in her eyes.
"House, I..." she begins. She frowns.
What else is there to say? What can she say to him that she hasn't already?
She gives herself a moment and gazes into the soft and yet brilliant blue of his eyes. She can feel every fibre of her existence humming like an engine or a computer running quietly in the background.
His breath is warm on her face.
She takes a lungful of air and then dives in. She kisses him full on the mouth, her hands tangling in his soft but course hair. He responds only when the shock wears off - about three seconds later.
She smiles against his lips. "House," she says, pulling back. "I can't believe you fell for that." Triumphantly, she held up the bottle of pills she had given him, and taken back when they had been kissing, and pockets it.
He glares at her. "You did all this just to... Why did you give me them in the first place?"
She shrugged and walked over to her desk. Once she was sitting down, she smiled up at him. "You've had two Vicodin now. That should last you for at least til this evening. Talk to me after then."
fin.