30 Days and Nights of House/Chase - Day 23
As House drove them back across town, he glanced over at Chase. “Would you like to come back to my place?”
“I think not, House. I have an early call tomorrow.”
“Alright, your place it is.”
They drove in silence for a few minutes, until Chase said, “You know I’m not going to invite you in, don’t you?”
“I know.” House smiled. “And you know I’m going to try to get in anyway, don’t you?”
Chase smiled back. “I never doubted you.”
After another companionable silence, they arrived at Chase’s building and miraculously found a place to park in front. After they stopped, Chase turned to House and said, “I had a really good time, House. Thank you.”
“At the risk of sounding like a soap opera, it doesn’t have to be over, you know.”
Chase smiled. “Yeah, it does, for now. I suppose…I wouldn’t mind doing this again, though.”
House swallowed his immediate comeback - Yeah, since I was paying - and came up with a less sarcastic line. “Can I walk you to your door, at least? Wilson said I should act like a gentleman.”
“I’ll have to thank him, then. You’ve done a rather good approximation so far. And no, I think I can find my way to the door without any help.”
“Sure you don’t want to invite me in?” House gave his best eyebrow waggle. “I can make it worth your while.”
“Maybe you could at that, but the answer is still no.”
“Can I at least kiss you goodnight?” When Chase didn’t make a frantic grab for the door handle, House took that for a ‘yes’ and leaned toward the passenger seat. Chase leaned too and their lips met.
Chase was expecting House’s tongue to make a spirited attempt to locate his esophagus, but instead, House’s lips just touched his and withdrew. It was gentle, respectful, almost… Well, it was nice. This wasn’t the House Chase thought he knew at all.
This House was kinda weird, actually.
He leaned back into his seat and gave House an appraising look. “Was that the best you could come up with for the occasion?”
House grinned without a trace of sarcasm, which was something else Chase wasn’t used to. “If I gave it my best shot, you’d never send me off alone into the night.”
Chase smiled back. “Then give me a medium shot.”
They both leaned in and this time their lips and tongues got more involved. To his surprise, Chase could definitely detect some heat to the proceedings. Thank God it wasn’t sloppy, though - he wasn’t ready for that. Yet.
House finally broke it off. “Better. You have potential.”
“Thanks. It didn’t suck for me, either.” Chase caught himself just in time and held up his hand to prevent House’s response. “I did it again. Don’t even bother to go there, House.”
“Well, not tonight, anyway.”
“Hold that thought.” With that, Chase got out of the car, leaving behind a startled and very pleased House.
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You'd hurt me if I stopped here, so I won’t.
Next chapter: soon.
“I think not, House. I have an early call tomorrow.”
“Alright, your place it is.”
They drove in silence for a few minutes, until Chase said, “You know I’m not going to invite you in, don’t you?”
“I know.” House smiled. “And you know I’m going to try to get in anyway, don’t you?”
Chase smiled back. “I never doubted you.”
After another companionable silence, they arrived at Chase’s building and miraculously found a place to park in front. After they stopped, Chase turned to House and said, “I had a really good time, House. Thank you.”
“At the risk of sounding like a soap opera, it doesn’t have to be over, you know.”
Chase smiled. “Yeah, it does, for now. I suppose…I wouldn’t mind doing this again, though.”
House swallowed his immediate comeback - Yeah, since I was paying - and came up with a less sarcastic line. “Can I walk you to your door, at least? Wilson said I should act like a gentleman.”
“I’ll have to thank him, then. You’ve done a rather good approximation so far. And no, I think I can find my way to the door without any help.”
“Sure you don’t want to invite me in?” House gave his best eyebrow waggle. “I can make it worth your while.”
“Maybe you could at that, but the answer is still no.”
“Can I at least kiss you goodnight?” When Chase didn’t make a frantic grab for the door handle, House took that for a ‘yes’ and leaned toward the passenger seat. Chase leaned too and their lips met.
Chase was expecting House’s tongue to make a spirited attempt to locate his esophagus, but instead, House’s lips just touched his and withdrew. It was gentle, respectful, almost… Well, it was nice. This wasn’t the House Chase thought he knew at all.
This House was kinda weird, actually.
He leaned back into his seat and gave House an appraising look. “Was that the best you could come up with for the occasion?”
House grinned without a trace of sarcasm, which was something else Chase wasn’t used to. “If I gave it my best shot, you’d never send me off alone into the night.”
Chase smiled back. “Then give me a medium shot.”
They both leaned in and this time their lips and tongues got more involved. To his surprise, Chase could definitely detect some heat to the proceedings. Thank God it wasn’t sloppy, though - he wasn’t ready for that. Yet.
House finally broke it off. “Better. You have potential.”
“Thanks. It didn’t suck for me, either.” Chase caught himself just in time and held up his hand to prevent House’s response. “I did it again. Don’t even bother to go there, House.”
“Well, not tonight, anyway.”
“Hold that thought.” With that, Chase got out of the car, leaving behind a startled and very pleased House.
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You'd hurt me if I stopped here, so I won’t.
Next chapter: soon.