House M.D. -- Greg House/Brittany House -- 3 Ficlets
Title: One Day It's Clear
Characters/Pairing: Greg House/Brittany House
Prompt: #4 -- Intimacy
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG
Summary: Brittany deals with a life in full public view.
Author's Notes: Title is from David Berkeley's "Fire Sign."
Brittany probably should have been listening when sports anchors told her hero, Duke shooting guard J.J. Redick, that rookie hazing begins in October.
They were talking about the NBA, but October also brought the NCAA season, and as the first female coach on a men's coaching staff, she knew she would be in for hot water and public attention, but she never expected this much. It's a lot. Sometimes too much.
The media wants interviews and pre- and post-game conferences. There are phone calls to deal with. Suddenly she's become a figure of some celebrity in Princeton. Everyone asks her how the team is doing and how she's doing, even if she's just at the grocery store. It's a lot to take for a twenty-two year old from a small town in California.
That's the nice part of it. There are epithets, death threats, comments about how a woman doesn't belong in a man's game. Every time she coaches, she and her family have to have bodyguards. That's hard to take. She's doubted herself more than once.
She's just a girl who wants to coach.
But at the end of the day, when she shuts that front door behind her, she leaves it all outside. Whether it's eight or nine or ten at night or two in the morning. When she comes home, there's always a safe place waiting for her. A husband and a son that love her. A place where she can just be a wife and a mother. She can be alone with her family, hold them close to her, catch her breath. Just the three of them and nothing else.
She needs those nights like she needs the air that she breathes. They make everything else worth it, just to get home, to love and solace.
Title: And Then You Burn
Characters/Pairing: Greg House/Brittany House
Prompt: #4 -- Intimacy
Word Count: 286
Rating: PG
Summary: It's a macabre show and tell between them, lives written on bodies.
Author's Notes: Title is from David Berkeley's "Fire Sign."
The first time they made love, House was afraid the woman who would become his wife would shun him for the scars. What he didn't know was that she was terrified of the exact same thing.
Both of them have scars that are grievous and hard to look at. His are on his right thing, hers are gouged into her back. Both of them remember the life-altering events that put them there. Events that still, years or decades later, can bring them both to silence or to tears.
Memories that won't fade.
Hers were earned out of love. His were put there because of it.
They share the same regrets. Neither of them expected to live after those moments, and didn't particularly want to, either. But they did, and now they lay in each other's arms, disfigured but the wiser for it. They won't make those same mistakes again. They won't have the chance, now that they're married to each other.
He knows just how to touch her. She could map out his thigh with her eyes closed. Sometimes she has.
They make love and sometimes he'll feel her fingers tracing lightly over each of the scars with the same tender care as the first time. He can feel her lips ghosting over them, telling him it's okay, that she doesn't care. Sometimes, he swears that when she touches them, it almost feels like the muscle is alive again.
They had nothing to fear from one another. The scars are just one more thing that brought them closer together. One more thing they have that no one else does, that ensures they will never be apart. Less injuries and more a sign that they belong together.
Title: Lay You Down
Characters/Pairing: Greg House/Brittany House, reference to James Wilson/Allison Cameron
Prompt: #4 -- Intimacy
Word Count: 357
Rating: PG
Spoilers/Warnings: "All In"
Summary: House notices his best friend looking at his wife.
Author's Notes: Title is from David Berkeley's "Fire Sign."
They're laying in bed together, discussing the previous night's charity benefit. House can't help but smirk when he recalls Wilson sneaking a look at his wife's chest. The man was surrounded by attractive women with breasts, and House knows telling Wilson not to look is like telling someone not to breathe.
Mine, he thinks, cracking up laughing when his wife says teasingly, "You think he wants a piece of this?"
"He's not getting one," House replies gruffly, growling under his breath. "You're mine. You've always been mine. And he has some."
"Some I heard you were staring at," she tells him, elbowing him lightly. He looks off, caught red-handed, and she grins. "Relax. Allison is a much more beautiful woman than I am."
He looks back to her and kisses her neck gently. "No one is more beautiful than you are."
"Greg, now you're just sucking up to me." Brittany settles a hand on her twenty-one-week-pregnant stomach and sighs. "Besides. James would be disappointed when he realizes this breast size is only due to pregnancy."
House snickers into her neck. "He's very much a bust type," he replies, fastening his lips to her neck and sucking to leave a mark that will last a few hours. "But you're mine. And you know what I like..." he adds, teasingly sliding a hand up the inside of her leg.
She shivers and nods. "Yes, dear, you're the only reason I ever wear a skirt."
There's a silence between them as he starts kissing at her neck, trailing his hand further up her leg. She knows what he wants. It's dark outside, and nobody bothered to turn a light on. They're just laying there in the darkness, pressed together, and all that she can see is the blue of his eyes, darkening with want and lust. A soft moan escapes her lips and she presses closer, giving in.
No matter how close they are, she always wants to be closer.
But right now it's just silence, darkness, her soft panting and his hand in dangerous places, and she loses herself in the intimacy of it all, surrendering to him again.
Characters/Pairing: Greg House/Brittany House
Prompt: #4 -- Intimacy
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG
Summary: Brittany deals with a life in full public view.
Author's Notes: Title is from David Berkeley's "Fire Sign."
Brittany probably should have been listening when sports anchors told her hero, Duke shooting guard J.J. Redick, that rookie hazing begins in October.
They were talking about the NBA, but October also brought the NCAA season, and as the first female coach on a men's coaching staff, she knew she would be in for hot water and public attention, but she never expected this much. It's a lot. Sometimes too much.
The media wants interviews and pre- and post-game conferences. There are phone calls to deal with. Suddenly she's become a figure of some celebrity in Princeton. Everyone asks her how the team is doing and how she's doing, even if she's just at the grocery store. It's a lot to take for a twenty-two year old from a small town in California.
That's the nice part of it. There are epithets, death threats, comments about how a woman doesn't belong in a man's game. Every time she coaches, she and her family have to have bodyguards. That's hard to take. She's doubted herself more than once.
She's just a girl who wants to coach.
But at the end of the day, when she shuts that front door behind her, she leaves it all outside. Whether it's eight or nine or ten at night or two in the morning. When she comes home, there's always a safe place waiting for her. A husband and a son that love her. A place where she can just be a wife and a mother. She can be alone with her family, hold them close to her, catch her breath. Just the three of them and nothing else.
She needs those nights like she needs the air that she breathes. They make everything else worth it, just to get home, to love and solace.
Title: And Then You Burn
Characters/Pairing: Greg House/Brittany House
Prompt: #4 -- Intimacy
Word Count: 286
Rating: PG
Summary: It's a macabre show and tell between them, lives written on bodies.
Author's Notes: Title is from David Berkeley's "Fire Sign."
The first time they made love, House was afraid the woman who would become his wife would shun him for the scars. What he didn't know was that she was terrified of the exact same thing.
Both of them have scars that are grievous and hard to look at. His are on his right thing, hers are gouged into her back. Both of them remember the life-altering events that put them there. Events that still, years or decades later, can bring them both to silence or to tears.
Memories that won't fade.
Hers were earned out of love. His were put there because of it.
They share the same regrets. Neither of them expected to live after those moments, and didn't particularly want to, either. But they did, and now they lay in each other's arms, disfigured but the wiser for it. They won't make those same mistakes again. They won't have the chance, now that they're married to each other.
He knows just how to touch her. She could map out his thigh with her eyes closed. Sometimes she has.
They make love and sometimes he'll feel her fingers tracing lightly over each of the scars with the same tender care as the first time. He can feel her lips ghosting over them, telling him it's okay, that she doesn't care. Sometimes, he swears that when she touches them, it almost feels like the muscle is alive again.
They had nothing to fear from one another. The scars are just one more thing that brought them closer together. One more thing they have that no one else does, that ensures they will never be apart. Less injuries and more a sign that they belong together.
Title: Lay You Down
Characters/Pairing: Greg House/Brittany House, reference to James Wilson/Allison Cameron
Prompt: #4 -- Intimacy
Word Count: 357
Rating: PG
Spoilers/Warnings: "All In"
Summary: House notices his best friend looking at his wife.
Author's Notes: Title is from David Berkeley's "Fire Sign."
They're laying in bed together, discussing the previous night's charity benefit. House can't help but smirk when he recalls Wilson sneaking a look at his wife's chest. The man was surrounded by attractive women with breasts, and House knows telling Wilson not to look is like telling someone not to breathe.
Mine, he thinks, cracking up laughing when his wife says teasingly, "You think he wants a piece of this?"
"He's not getting one," House replies gruffly, growling under his breath. "You're mine. You've always been mine. And he has some."
"Some I heard you were staring at," she tells him, elbowing him lightly. He looks off, caught red-handed, and she grins. "Relax. Allison is a much more beautiful woman than I am."
He looks back to her and kisses her neck gently. "No one is more beautiful than you are."
"Greg, now you're just sucking up to me." Brittany settles a hand on her twenty-one-week-pregnant stomach and sighs. "Besides. James would be disappointed when he realizes this breast size is only due to pregnancy."
House snickers into her neck. "He's very much a bust type," he replies, fastening his lips to her neck and sucking to leave a mark that will last a few hours. "But you're mine. And you know what I like..." he adds, teasingly sliding a hand up the inside of her leg.
She shivers and nods. "Yes, dear, you're the only reason I ever wear a skirt."
There's a silence between them as he starts kissing at her neck, trailing his hand further up her leg. She knows what he wants. It's dark outside, and nobody bothered to turn a light on. They're just laying there in the darkness, pressed together, and all that she can see is the blue of his eyes, darkening with want and lust. A soft moan escapes her lips and she presses closer, giving in.
No matter how close they are, she always wants to be closer.
But right now it's just silence, darkness, her soft panting and his hand in dangerous places, and she loses herself in the intimacy of it all, surrendering to him again.