Foreman pulled his temper back and let himself wake up. He felt breathless, far less tired than four hours' sleep could account for, like an adrenaline high. Nerves tingled in his palms and anticipation prickled sweat in his armpits, the backs of his knees. "What do you want, House?"
"I haven't seen a menu yet." House leaned in his doorway as if it wasn't three in the morning, his eyes travelling over Foreman slowly. His lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to lick them, and his eyes were dark-sea blue, intent.
Foreman grabbed his arm and pulled him inside, closing the door behind him. The last thing he needed was for his neighbours to wake up and see this. "I'm not a hooker."
House let himself be pulled, and then kept coming, stalking forward. "Explains why you don't have a heart of gold."
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Date: 2008-04-23 11:44 pm (UTC)"I haven't seen a menu yet." House leaned in his doorway as if it wasn't three in the morning, his eyes travelling over Foreman slowly. His lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to lick them, and his eyes were dark-sea blue, intent.
Foreman grabbed his arm and pulled him inside, closing the door behind him. The last thing he needed was for his neighbours to wake up and see this. "I'm not a hooker."
House let himself be pulled, and then kept coming, stalking forward. "Explains why you don't have a heart of gold."
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