That was... more than House was expecting. He watched her. Objectifying, yes, and not feeling one bit guilty about it.
He limped over, slowly, his hand on his bad leg. Stopped so that he was standing in front of her, looking down at her. "Do you do this a lot?" he asked, his voice soft. "Touch yourself, here in this bed?"
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Date: 2018-08-23 10:16 pm (UTC)He limped over, slowly, his hand on his bad leg. Stopped so that he was standing in front of her, looking down at her. "Do you do this a lot?" he asked, his voice soft. "Touch yourself, here in this bed?"