Never Gonna Get Up
by Makai Goddess Ookami
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Humour
175 Words
August 12, 2006
Gregory House x Robert Chase
However deceiving it may be, I really don't own House, M.D. I don't know who owns it either, just know I'd love to beg at their feet for the rights. (No I wouldn't. I'm too lazy.)
Meh. Not much to say about this one. Just drabble-ish fun I had this one. It hit me while I was sleeping. (That, and I felt like there needed to be more Chase x House fluffiness.) So, please read and at least consider reviewing. Pretty please?
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Chase really didn't want to get up.
Not that he didn't want to wake up, he didn't want to get up.
Because, there really was a difference.
Sadly, the more he awakened, the more the hangover started to affect him.
He opened his eyes slightly, only to close them again quickly.
Damn sunlight through damn cracked curtains.
That was a bite in the ass, to say the least.
He made a sad attempt to roll over, but found he couldn't move.
He was confused at first, but as a little more reality set in, he realized he was pinned.
Someone heavier then him was nestled against him.
They were half lying on him with an arm draped across his chest.
A few more moments of placid silence.
He attempted to turn his head, but the other face was nuzzled deep into his neck.
He let out a sigh, and attempted to curl up under the blanket, but it didn't budge.
"Damn it, House," He muttered, "You can't cuddle and steal the blanket."
"Go to hell," was the tired muttered reply.