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Tweak says, "It's only time"

Dr. Greg House (snarkyhousecall) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-06-15 19:13:00

Entry tags:

greg house, thirteen

Who: Greg House and Remy Hadley
Where: House's bachelor pad of DOOM on the beach
When: Last night
Why: Remy is having marital problems and the love doctor is in.
Rating: R for language probably. No hanky panky.

There was nothing like a pitcher of blended daquiri mix and lot of vodka to make dealing with heat so much easier on the California coast. He'd always known buying beach front property for dirt cheap would pay off in the long run and here he was escaping the shitstorm of New York. Ghosts running around attacking and making more? Yeah, screw that. There wasn't anyone here he gave a crap about. Except Wilson. But that was enough story entirely.

House lounged on a beach chair on the deck of his house, a jumbo drink in hand and boardshorts and a t-shirt on, his cane propped against the side table. He'd already mixed up the promised Mojito for Thirteen for when she arrived, and he really wondered what was so screwed up that she was willing to hang out with him, drinking herself into oblivion on the beach. He couldn't wait to hear this.

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notunlucky
2008-06-16 04:37 am UTC (link)

She laughed lightly, "Okay, no more Santa jokes or I'm definitely not going to get turned on.." she made a face. Ew thinking about Santa. He was touching her and she was having a really hard time deciding whether or not to stop him. If she did this, that would probably be the end of her marriage. Because whether Tony found out or not, she couldn't live like that. "House.." she said lightly.

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snarkyhousecall
2008-06-16 04:42 am UTC (link)

His breath smelled strongly of fruit and alcohol as he sat up enough to pull her back against him fully, the very evident erection pressed into the small of her back. "Hmm?" he murmured as he ran one hand over a breast and squeezed it as his other continued to rub between her legs. "Are you turned on at all?" his voice husky by her ear as he pressed that much harder into her.

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notunlucky
2008-06-16 04:47 am UTC (link)

Whether it was him asking if she was turned on (and she was, she really really was) or anything else or whether it was him grabbing her breast or whatever it was, she kind of blinked and stood up. "I.. can't.. I can't. Just.. can't.." she wouldn't be that kind of woman. Even if now she was going to think of his hand down her pants, rubbing at her clit until she got off. She'd apologize but god knew he didn't want that. "Maybe when I'm divorced.." she muttered and put down her drink. She'd have to go call a cab or something, but she couldn't stay.

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	snarkyhousecall 2008-06-16 05:48 am UTC (link)
	Aw, damn, he'd been so close there, too. Well, he had to hand it to her. If her marriage was heading down the toilet, she was still going to be faithful down to the last bit. "You're pretty wasted," he said as he fell back against the chair. "There's...a spare room...upstairs. You can sleep in it, go back home in the morning or wherever once you've sobered up." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	notunlucky 2008-06-16 05:55 am UTC (link)
	Running a hand through her hair, she nodded her head. "Yeah.. thanks.." maybe that wasn't a good idea but at this point she just wanted to lie down. She headed upstairs, trying not to fall down them or anything. She found the room and shut herself up in it and laid down. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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