House M.D. -- Greg House/Brittany House -- "Close for Comfort"
Title: Close for Comfort
Characters/Pairing: Greg House/Brittany House
Prompt: #4 -- Intimacy
Word Count: 296
Rating: PG
Summary: A federal agent and her husband in a bar, up to no good.
Author's Notes: Written as a brief preview of the House/Rebus crossover that's percolating in my brain. Rebus is the property of the brilliant Ian Rankin, and the Oxford Bar is a real location in Scotland.
Greg House had been in his share of bars, but the Oxford Bar had to rank as one of the most intimate he'd ever been in. Or maybe it was just really small. He couldn't tell, because he and his wife were sitting in the corner, waiting for their new friend to come back with the beer.
"Exactly how many people do you know from this country?" he asked her, leaning in so close he could smell her shampoo and the sweat on her skin.
"Zero," she replied. "This is Scotland. Considering we've known DI Rebus for all of two hours...but I assume you, white boy, mean the United Kingdom in general."
"Yeah. How many British people do you know?" he retorted, resting his head on her shoulder and resisting the urge to dart his tongue out and lick at her neck. They were in public, even if they were well hidden and largely ignored.
Brittany tipped her head back, which only exposed the slope of her throat and tempted House further. "A lot. Lemme see. Michael. Tom Quinn. Stephen Bradley. Adam and Fiona Carter. Danny Hunter. Zoe Reynolds. Angie March...Greg, you gotta remember, most of those people are now in the States and the rest, are like friends of friends."
House snorted. "Still, you know way more British people than I do. And they all get you into trouble. We are never coming back to this country again."
"So we're not coming back to Scotland?" she teased.
"Shut up," he replied, and silenced her by flicking his tongue out over the pulsepoint on her neck. The gasp that got him made him thankful Rebus had suggested the Ox. Not only was it intimate, but it allowed for acts of intimacy he could get away with.
Characters/Pairing: Greg House/Brittany House
Prompt: #4 -- Intimacy
Word Count: 296
Rating: PG
Summary: A federal agent and her husband in a bar, up to no good.
Author's Notes: Written as a brief preview of the House/Rebus crossover that's percolating in my brain. Rebus is the property of the brilliant Ian Rankin, and the Oxford Bar is a real location in Scotland.
Greg House had been in his share of bars, but the Oxford Bar had to rank as one of the most intimate he'd ever been in. Or maybe it was just really small. He couldn't tell, because he and his wife were sitting in the corner, waiting for their new friend to come back with the beer.
"Exactly how many people do you know from this country?" he asked her, leaning in so close he could smell her shampoo and the sweat on her skin.
"Zero," she replied. "This is Scotland. Considering we've known DI Rebus for all of two hours...but I assume you, white boy, mean the United Kingdom in general."
"Yeah. How many British people do you know?" he retorted, resting his head on her shoulder and resisting the urge to dart his tongue out and lick at her neck. They were in public, even if they were well hidden and largely ignored.
Brittany tipped her head back, which only exposed the slope of her throat and tempted House further. "A lot. Lemme see. Michael. Tom Quinn. Stephen Bradley. Adam and Fiona Carter. Danny Hunter. Zoe Reynolds. Angie March...Greg, you gotta remember, most of those people are now in the States and the rest, are like friends of friends."
House snorted. "Still, you know way more British people than I do. And they all get you into trouble. We are never coming back to this country again."
"So we're not coming back to Scotland?" she teased.
"Shut up," he replied, and silenced her by flicking his tongue out over the pulsepoint on her neck. The gasp that got him made him thankful Rebus had suggested the Ox. Not only was it intimate, but it allowed for acts of intimacy he could get away with.