(Based on a true story... Yeah. I know it's really short but I have a headache. lol Warning for dirtiness.)
House was driving to the hospital one early morning after a long night with his girlfriend. After Cuddy had left the hospital, he needed someone he could talk to. Wilson was too pushy but one unlikely person seemed to be there for him. House figured she was just trying to pay him back for coming to get her out of prison, but soon he realized she wanted مزید than to repay him.
Thirteen stayed ہوم in بستر as House got ready for work. He managed to get out without waking her up. It was no wonder she didn't wake up after what they had done the night before. She probably still needed to catch her breath. House smirked at the thought. As he drove, the wind hit his face. He didn't bother wearing his ہیلمیٹ anymore. He covered his face with his left hand, but only for a moment before swerving off the road in pure disgust. What the fuck was on his fingers!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
House opened his eyes sleepily and glanced to his side. He pulled the IV out of his arm and sat up. “What the Hell were آپ thinking not wearing a helmet?” Wilson asked him from the نشست beside his bed. “I didn't have breakfast yet, nothing like a few good bugs in your teeth,” he replied sarcastically. “What happened?” House thought back to just before the crash and smiles. “I slept with Thirteen.” Wilson stared. “While driving your motorcycle?”
“No! I fingered her!” Wilson paused again. “On your motorcycle?” he repeated, making hand gestures. “No, I fingered her in the پچھواڑے, گدا before work and the wind was in my face... آپ figure it out.” House spoke as he got dressed. “Oh... OH!” House laughed and limped out of the room, leaving Wilson in the room making horrified scrunchy faces.
THE END.
House was driving to the hospital one early morning after a long night with his girlfriend. After Cuddy had left the hospital, he needed someone he could talk to. Wilson was too pushy but one unlikely person seemed to be there for him. House figured she was just trying to pay him back for coming to get her out of prison, but soon he realized she wanted مزید than to repay him.
Thirteen stayed ہوم in بستر as House got ready for work. He managed to get out without waking her up. It was no wonder she didn't wake up after what they had done the night before. She probably still needed to catch her breath. House smirked at the thought. As he drove, the wind hit his face. He didn't bother wearing his ہیلمیٹ anymore. He covered his face with his left hand, but only for a moment before swerving off the road in pure disgust. What the fuck was on his fingers!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
House opened his eyes sleepily and glanced to his side. He pulled the IV out of his arm and sat up. “What the Hell were آپ thinking not wearing a helmet?” Wilson asked him from the نشست beside his bed. “I didn't have breakfast yet, nothing like a few good bugs in your teeth,” he replied sarcastically. “What happened?” House thought back to just before the crash and smiles. “I slept with Thirteen.” Wilson stared. “While driving your motorcycle?”
“No! I fingered her!” Wilson paused again. “On your motorcycle?” he repeated, making hand gestures. “No, I fingered her in the پچھواڑے, گدا before work and the wind was in my face... آپ figure it out.” House spoke as he got dressed. “Oh... OH!” House laughed and limped out of the room, leaving Wilson in the room making horrified scrunchy faces.
THE END.
"If I hadn't been the heartless bastard آپ love to hate would آپ have been remotely attracted to me?" House asked as he propped his feet on سب, سب سے اوپر of his desk. Thirteen pulled on her کوٹ and picked up her purse.
"Why does it matter? Do all your female employees have to have a crush on you?"
"No. But I really don't want Taub undressing me with his eyes."
She smirked at the mental picture he conjured.
"Why are آپ suddenly bringing this up?"
House groaned in annoyance and rubbed his beard.
"Once again, آپ refuse to answer a question."
She put her پرس, تھیلی down and sat across from him.
"Fine. آپ are not an unattractive man considering آپ are older than my dad." She کہا with a cheeky grin.
"No wonder I gave آپ the name Thirteen, آپ really are evil." He replied.
She laughed and stood up.
"50 isn't the end of the world, House... And آپ are handsome." She کہا softly before turning to go and leaving House with a pleased smirk plastered on his face.
"Why does it matter? Do all your female employees have to have a crush on you?"
"No. But I really don't want Taub undressing me with his eyes."
She smirked at the mental picture he conjured.
"Why are آپ suddenly bringing this up?"
House groaned in annoyance and rubbed his beard.
"Once again, آپ refuse to answer a question."
She put her پرس, تھیلی down and sat across from him.
"Fine. آپ are not an unattractive man considering آپ are older than my dad." She کہا with a cheeky grin.
"No wonder I gave آپ the name Thirteen, آپ really are evil." He replied.
She laughed and stood up.
"50 isn't the end of the world, House... And آپ are handsome." She کہا softly before turning to go and leaving House with a pleased smirk plastered on his face.