fancfic for the journal :D
::I haven’t posted this in any community. I’m sure this has been done before, but I just felt like getting something like this down ;) ::
Chicks dig the wood
And the addition of leather adds to the sex appeal
House limped with an tone of arrogance because of his brilliance
His abilities
The eyes were what really brought the women home
But he didn’t know this
Actually it was the eyes that drew in only one in particular
He really did think it was the bike, the smell of genuine leather, the flaming cane, and the stiff beam that coaxed multiple orgasms
‘Women are shallow creatures’ he thought
‘They want sex just as much’…
‘Size matters’
Stacy always pointed out that his talent in the bedroom or any room rather were the most memorable moments that she had with him
House thought it would be the surprises
The little things like setting up a picnic, or when they went on that vacation to the lake for a weekend, or those nights on the couch
Nope
It was the sex, and he should have known
That’s why sex was the only thing he offered Cameron
She was like the rest of them: too beautiful for her own good, intelligent (actually there were only a few of those), funny, sweet, and just as much a nymph as any girl to walk the earth
It was getting old and repetitive
Not the sex
Oh no the sex was great
But what about the rest
Did she want that
Or was it really just about getting him inside her pants every night
He wasn’t going to chance it
Chase did and look where that got him…in the shower, whacking off every morning to some distant memory of Cameron sucking his cock
Too bad
She’s really good at it
When lying in her bed while Cameron would get ready in the bathroom, he’d concentrate on the ceiling, hands clasped and tucked behind his head…
Debating
Is it time to ask her
How should it be done
Is it worth the risk
It was about weighing the options: either there will be a positive outcome, and he gets to have it all
Maybe stay in her bed for a whole night
Or
He’ll be a Chase impersonator in all aspects except for the lame accent and wispy blond hair
As she straddled him, he’d always make the same decision
‘Just stay close’
She didn’t need to know
He could handle this…Seriously, he could
If this was it, then it was enough
He’ll wait for her to come around
Except…
One night he finally did it
::Bite Your Bottom Lip And Take A Seat::
She said she can’t
And
This had to stop
His talent for quickness in the mind continued their activities
‘I just needed to make sure you really thought that’
And that was it
She was like the rest of them, and he should have known
Little did he know that she was re-evaluating her answer in her head…
If I tell him I want more, will he accept
Or will it be over
‘House’
‘hmm’
‘I love you’
No answer
Because…
A cliché(?)
Actions speak louder than words
He always knew she was better than the rest of them