Meme while I melt to death

[whatstheddx]

Hi! It's late and I can't sleep because it's SO FREAKIN' HOT HERE. It's currently 2am and it's 31C (88F) in my house. IT'S NOT EVEN SUMMER YET, WTF WEATHER.

Pick a prompt from here and I will write a one-sentence story with my House and your muse. Doesn't matter if someone else has already chosen a prompt - doubling/tripling/quadrupling up is fine

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[whatstheddx]

Kutner - random:
One of the random things House discovered about Kutner one Thursday evening after work was that he was a pro at Guitar Hero - in fact, Kutner was the first person to ever beat House at it.

Foreman - smile: (oops, turned into a drabble!)
"So," Thirteen said as she lazily spread her naked self out on the bed with a luxurious stretch, "who wants to go first?"

House glanced at Foreman, who glanced right back at him and for the slightest moment they shared a smile that was almost friendly. Almost. Like always when House found himself tangled up in Foreman and Thirteen's business - sometimes literally - it was the only time he and Foreman almost liked each other. Almost. The moment it was all over, however, and there was nothing but sweat cooling on all three of their entwined bodies, the smell of sex strong in the air, it went straight back to vocally hating each other while silently respecting each other.

"Will you guys hurry up and make a decision?"

House looked back to her and sight of Thirteen caressing her breast with one hand while trailing her other hand up her inner thigh was enough to spur House into action. And Foreman. "Me," and "I'm first," they said over the top of each other, frantically trying to beat the other at undressing.

[prodefibrillist]

So not complaining at the sentence being a drabble. Cuz -- yeah. That's a really hot.

And I loved the Kutner sentence too -- he would totally pwn House at Guitar Hero. :D

[dial_a_psychic]

So. Hot. I think I ship House/13/Foreman now.