Title: Marriage Bed
Author:
mrstaterPrompt: #21, wrong
Fandom: House
Character(s)/Pairing(s): House/Dominica, implied House/Cuddy
Genre: angst
Rating & Warnings: rated PG-13 for drugs and sexual innuendo
Word Count: 266
Summary: On his second night of marriage, House wonders if he should reconsider his beliefs about sleeping with married women. [follows episode 7x17, "Fall From Grace"]
The second night, Dominica doesn't say anything after House switches off the TV and hefts himself off the couch. She simply gets up, too, asks if he needs anything, and when he shakes his head wishes him a quiet good night without looking him in the eyes.
House pads from the living room but stops in the hallway to watch her as she sets to work making up a bed for herself on the couch out of a stack of neatly folded sheets and blankets stashed under the end table. He takes note of the sadness and loneliness that line the face that should belong to Russia's Next Top Model, but the Vicodin he's been popping all day numbs him to whatever the image might otherwise make him feel.
Sill, as he lies awake in his bed, painfully aware in spite of the drugs that Cuddy's not in it with him, he wonders whether it would really be so wrong to sleep with his wife.
Maybe tomorrow night, after she cooks him dinner and cleans up the kitchen and massages his feet, he'll ask her to perform her other wifely duty.
Because that wouldn't be a million kinds of wrong. Not even Taub would be that big of an asshole. Or maybe he would. Anyway it's irrelevant, because there's no way Dominica still likes House. He doesn't need his medical degree to see he'd hurt her last night.
He eyes the pills on the nightstand and spends the rest of the night wondering when he started caring about right and wrong and whether people like him.