[ house's eyes cut to veronica as she chimes in, pleased. he winks at her, then takes another drag of his cigarette. he breathes in the chemicals, letting the smooth stream of smoke exit the side of his mouth. he's a self-made man, a creation. he can see lust when it sparks, and the way it has been set off with veronica and cooper has come to a head. they either will or won't, but the house always wins.
cooper nods, leaning in, his own cigarette at his lips. he also chances a glance at veronica, hazels eating her alive as she opens her legs. her dress rides up, just to her knees, and cooper can practically taste her heartbeat between her thighs. house can, too, as his shark-like senses know. he always knows. he knows everything. cooper feels almost overwhelmed, dizzy with the prospect. he knows what house is going to propose before it leaves his lips, and cooper swallows thickly. ]
What is it, Mister House? I'd be happy to listen to whatever you say.
[ flirtatious, maybe, but house likes that. he merely smiles, slow, and he leans forward, taking veronica's hand in his free one. he thumbs her knuckles, deliberate, before he joins their fingers. he gazes at cooper and cooper freezes, taken by that gaze. both he and veronica have surprised him; part of him feels like an innocent deer, zeroed in by hunters. he likes the feeling, likes knowing that house gets what he wants. he's power in living form, and that's oddly attractive.
veronica, on the other hand, is sculpted beauty - a goddess, with her green eyes and black hair. she's gorgeous, the way she smiles so coyly, and it drives cooper insane. what he wouldn't give to have her on her back, house kissing up his shoulder, the three of them entwined. again, he swallows, and he can see house measuring him up. ]
How compliant, Cooper. That's a good man, isn't it?
[ cooper. the way house speaks, the fervor in his voice, the almost-command. cooper shifts in his seat, looking at their hands, and he knows. he wants them both, now. ]
I can be.
[ cooper licks his bottom lip, then gazes at veronica, cigarette at his mouth again. instead of hearing house's full offer, as he hasn't even uttered a word, cooper takes veronica's other hand and kisses the back of it. he nods, looking up at her, watching her eyes. ]
That's a good man again, yes. That's what I want. Are you willing to oblige my little fantasy by pleasing Veronica?
[ cooper nods again, and he's thirsty for it. a man at sea, having nothing but salt water in his lungs. he wants this so badly that it almost sobs off of his tongue, but house merely smiles, then stubs out his cigarette. ]
Then, let's not waste time. Veronica, darling, shall we all retire to the penthouse?
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cooper nods, leaning in, his own cigarette at his lips. he also chances a glance at veronica, hazels eating her alive as she opens her legs. her dress rides up, just to her knees, and cooper can practically taste her heartbeat between her thighs. house can, too, as his shark-like senses know. he always knows. he knows everything. cooper feels almost overwhelmed, dizzy with the prospect. he knows what house is going to propose before it leaves his lips, and cooper swallows thickly. ]
What is it, Mister House? I'd be happy to listen to whatever you say.
[ flirtatious, maybe, but house likes that. he merely smiles, slow, and he leans forward, taking veronica's hand in his free one. he thumbs her knuckles, deliberate, before he joins their fingers. he gazes at cooper and cooper freezes, taken by that gaze. both he and veronica have surprised him; part of him feels like an innocent deer, zeroed in by hunters. he likes the feeling, likes knowing that house gets what he wants. he's power in living form, and that's oddly attractive.
veronica, on the other hand, is sculpted beauty - a goddess, with her green eyes and black hair. she's gorgeous, the way she smiles so coyly, and it drives cooper insane. what he wouldn't give to have her on her back, house kissing up his shoulder, the three of them entwined. again, he swallows, and he can see house measuring him up. ]
How compliant, Cooper. That's a good man, isn't it?
[ cooper. the way house speaks, the fervor in his voice, the almost-command. cooper shifts in his seat, looking at their hands, and he knows. he wants them both, now. ]
I can be.
[ cooper licks his bottom lip, then gazes at veronica, cigarette at his mouth again. instead of hearing house's full offer, as he hasn't even uttered a word, cooper takes veronica's other hand and kisses the back of it. he nods, looking up at her, watching her eyes. ]
That's a good man again, yes. That's what I want. Are you willing to oblige my little fantasy by pleasing Veronica?
[ cooper nods again, and he's thirsty for it. a man at sea, having nothing but salt water in his lungs. he wants this so badly that it almost sobs off of his tongue, but house merely smiles, then stubs out his cigarette. ]
Then, let's not waste time. Veronica, darling, shall we all retire to the penthouse?