095. Diagnosis

[vicodincrutch]

I wouldn't be who I am without looking a gift horse in the mouth. Either someone has paid all women some amount of money to appear attracted or mildly interested or there is a curse going on. Or an out break.

In the event of the first, C-cups and up only.

[ooc; you know you want to.]

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[as_damaged]

[The look in her eyes suggests exactly what it is she wants. Rather than pulling away she stays there, bracing herself with one arm on the desk. There's still an odd little grin quirking her lip, and her tone is low and intimate.]

Is there anything else I can do for you?

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[as_damaged]

[This is going to be another one of those days that Cameron doesn't ever, ever want to acknowledge, much less talk about, after it passes. Not that she objects now, or even (on a certain theoretical level) to kissing him; but the circumstances are not desirable and really she'd like it if the City didn't keep contradicting her assertion that she's over him.

Right now though? Happy birthday to you, House.]

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[as_damaged]

[Such a gentleman. It does rather help, given the awkwardness of their position; and fortunately (unfortunately?) they're a little too close for her to pick up and wriggle into his lap. Which she might, given the chance.

Of course, all this does put the coffee cup in a rather perilous position.]

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Tastes good.

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[as_damaged]

Glad you like it.

[She's equally pleased with either interpretation and so borrows the ambiguity, though the amused note to her voice suggest she isn't talking about the coffee. Honestly if he hadn't thought of it, it would probably have become a casualty already.]

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[as_damaged]

[Her mouth is still plenty kind and concerned, just not so verbally as usual. After a moment, though, she can't help herself; breaking off the kiss she leans in, putting most of her weight on his shoulder as she nuzzles into his neck taking a deep breath, a little moan dying muffled in his collar. God, what is that scent, even.]

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[as_damaged]

[Slick satin in back and lace up front, as evidenced by her dipping collar, and that's all the information he gets to glean at the moment because the hands on her back are a bit of a wake-up call. Not of the we shouldn't be doing this variety, but of the we shouldn't be doing this here and now sort. And so she pulls back, blinking-- not making the slightest effort to remove his wandering hands-- with a rather embarrassed grin.]

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Time and place.

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[as_damaged]

After work. Meet you out front?

[She won't be there, sadly; not from lack of intent, or because she forgot, but because unfortunately for House he isn't the only cursed man in the area, and her attention span has flown out the window along with her inhibitions. For the moment, she certainly does mean it, leaning in again almost in spite of herself.]