"As you can see, my decision making facilities haven't improved at all over the past three years."
"I dunno, seemed like a pretty great decision to me." The fold-out bed squeaks as he moves his arm to run his fingers through her hair.
"Doesn't it just seem weird to you, though?" she asks, tilting her face up. "That we just pick up right where we left off? Mmm." she pulls away from his attempt to stop her thinking. "I mean, I haven't had a relationship since, but you…"
"I dated a banker for a while before finding out she was into pain."
Laughter chokes up her throat. "You're joking."
"Hand to God. She made me go to a couple of those clubs with her and-"
"Oh you poor thing." Wally's really laughing now. She sits up, resting on her knees so to better look at him. "You must've been terrified."
He stares at her hair falling over her shoulders, almost covering her small breasts. Tan lines still criss-cross her skin: one from her swim suit, one from her rash guard.
"Did I ever tell you my BDSM story?"
"No!" Robert laughs. "Do I want to know? Wait, of course I want to know."
"I was sixteen and in this bar, right? And this girl is there, maybe three years older than me, with her boyfriend."
"Please tell me this turns into you making out with a girl."
"Shut up!" she whacks him. "It does, actually. But that's not the story. So all three of us are rotten, and she tells me…"
It's not the story Robert was expected; at one point he laughs so loudly Wally hits him again, casting a glance down the the hallway to assure Winnie is still in bed.
"…and that is why two straight girls should never make out."
"You watched their threesome. Why?" he laughs.
"Cause I was sixteen and curious." she shrugs. "It wasn't like…anything sexual. I just watched for a little while then left."
He raises his eyebrows. "Did you touch yourself?"
"No!"
He pulls her down. "Don't lie! Come 'ere!" he tickles her and she shrieks.
"I'm telling the truth! Get off!"
They're both breathing hard after a moment, staring at each other. She brushes her nose against his, making him bend his head for a long kiss. It's the kind of kiss where they end up squirming onto their sides, pressing the length of their bodies together. They're entangled by the time it's finished. He runs a hand down her back, making her shiver against him.
"Been a while, hm?" Robert murmurs into her skin. "I say once is not enough to make up for lost time. I'd be more than willing to go again. For you of course."
"Your sense of sacrifice astounds me."
"You're fucking."
Chase and Harding pause in the doorway at House's words.
"Is there an adjective coming?" she asks. "Or was that a verb?"
"You two weren't even talking yesterday," he says over the top of his cane. "Now you're walking in together."
"Wow. I had no clue sex was the only way for adults to get along. Did you know that Robert?"
"Not a clue. I'll file that one away for the next game of Trivial Pursuit."
"You're wearing a men's shirt."
"And you're grasping at straws," Harding laughs. "I've worn a men's shirt everyday this week. Also, don't forget-" she drops her bag and sits in a chair. "-I'm a social worker."
"What does that have to do with sex?" House asks.
"Not a lot. But it does have an awful lot to due with sexual harassment. Mainly, I'm very good at reporting it."
"Or she'll just punch you," Chase says, pouring a cup of coffee.
"Or I will just punch you."