"It's not a mistake." She said snuggling against him only his boxers between them now. He'd pulled them back on when he'd gotten his pills earlier.
"I'm not a cuddler." He said.
"Liar." She said kissing his neck. He rolled over so he was laying over her once again. He felt her hands go to the waist of his boxers pushing them down.
"Hey hey hey." He scolded as he lifted his hips to help her.
"I just want to stay here all day." She said.
"You are far too mushy to be sharing a bed with me." He said.
"To bad I don't want to share it with anyone else." She said nestling against him.
When he woke up he was alone and he wasn't sure how he felt about that. What the fuck was he going to do? She's too young for him and far too much for him to handle. Well hell that's probably not true and it would be fun. But she was too young he couldn't tie her down. But then she didn't seem to need strings to stick herself to him.
He went to work and the day went by fine he was successful at avoiding Wilson. He did however have to do so by seeing patients. He must be losing it. He hadn't laughed in Cameron's face when she volunteered to do the oncology consult that was requested after lunch. Especially after listening to Chase and Foreman's conversation that morning about how Cameron and Wilson had been heavy on the dance floor before Foreman made sure she got home.
House got home that evening earlier than usual and flopped on the couch to turn on the TV. He got bored fast wondering when they started to play the same Firefly episode two days in a row. He switched on a jazz music channel and grabbed his whiskey. He contemplated cooking up some dinner but in the end couldn't be bothered. Though he had spent a good five minutes contemplating how good some of his roasted teriaki stir fry would be but filled up his glass instead.
It was ten and he didn't know what he was waiting up for. Well maybe he did but he wouldn't admit it to himself. When a loud banging sounded on the door just moments after he'd given up on her for the night he was ready for a fight.
"Go away!" He yelled. But the banging continued. Eventually Sarah sat down against the door and a minute later she slipped a note under it.
House's curiosity got the better of him when he saw the paper and he went to check what it said.
You don't open this door in 1 minute I will go and take my yummy take out with me and make you sleep alone. -Your Bitch
He smiled at the 'Your Bitch' part and opened the door.
She was sitting against the wall eating some curry chicken out of the box.
"Gonna invite me in?" She asked.
"No I'm gonna steal your food and lock the door." He said. She just looked at him and didn't respond. "Oh get in here." He groaned and waited for her to finagle getting up and getting the bag and coming in. She went and sat on his couch and kept eating.
He sat next to her and grabbed her wrist guiding her cheap wooden chop sticks to his mouth instead. From then on they rotated bites when he didn't manage to steal extra ones.
When the food was finished he laid down resting his head in her lap and propped his legs up on the edge of the couch. Sarah played with his hair, "You smell like Whiskey." She said
"You smell like cinnamon spices." He said.
"The shampoo." She told him.
"The whiskey." He responded with a sigh.
"Got anymore?" She asked.
"Yeah you don't need it though." He said.
"Come on don't you remember how to take advantage of a girl?" She teased.
"I don't think it counts if you are already in her lap." He shot back.
"Touche." She smiled. "I'm tired anyway."
"Tease." He said.
"Too bad." She smiled
"You staying?" He asked.
"Yeah." She said as if it was the expected and required answer.
"Then get undressed I've made a new rule." He told her. "No clothes in my bed." He told her.
"Is that so?" She asked.
"Come on." He said getting up.