Oct. 30th, 2005 10:01 am
Title: New Beginnings
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lovely_ambitionTitle: New Beginnings
Fandom: House M.D.
Pairing: House/Chase
Prompt: New Year
Word Count: 529
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Ringing in the New Year is a reason for a kiss, sometimes.
“Jesus, this place is like…is like…”
Chase smirks at him and accepts the flute of champagne that House offers him. There’s streamers being thrown and there’s loud music in every direction and it’s the hospital’s idea of bringing in the New Year with a bang. Party at some house, apparently, some surgeon’s. “Like a party?” Chase suggests over the music. He sips at the flute and makes a face. “This is terrible.”
“Your taste is too rich!” House takes a deep breath and there’s acrid smoke in the air and somewhere, some drunk is shouting about, ‘oh my god, she’s stripping down! Dude!’ and House rolls his eyes. “Cuddy should keep it in her top,” he mutters with a smirk and Chase laughs warmly at that. They clink their glasses and sit back in a tiny corner, surrounded by streamers and confetti, beer bottles and balloons, people packed to the brim like sardines in a can, and this is a party all right, House just isn’t sure why he showed up.
Actually…
“Why are you here!” House shouts above the music. “Where’s your date?”
Chase gives him a surprised look. “What date?”
“I don’t know, isn’t there a dominatrix you hang around?”
Chase smirks and laughs, doesn’t really retort.
“One minute to the New Year!” someone shouts, sounds like Foreman, but utterly relaxed by the joy of alcohol. House wonders just how much it takes to get him to that point, wonders which pretty nurse is going to pout her full lips and lean up for a kiss when the sixty seconds are up and it’s the New Year.
Chase sips at his flute of champagne, lower lip pressed to the glass as he seemingly contemplates something. His tongue slowly licks the concave edge of the glass and he doesn’t take his eyes off of House.
House smirks, glancing at the clock. Thirty seconds until a new year of patients to avoid and responsibility to pawn off onto the shoulders of others.
“There’s no dominatrix,” Chase leans in, close enough so that House can hear him. Their knees press together and House keeps his gaze always on the clock, because this is the start of a New Year and he wants to start it right. “There never has been.”
Ten…nine…
“Do you believe in kisses to start the year?”
…six…five…
“No,” Chase replies evenly with the shake of his head.
Right. House should have known. No sexual harassment suit for Chase.
…two…one…
Chase leans in when the fireworks light up the sky and party favors light up the room to the sounds of people cheering. He cups House’s face and leans in for a kiss, the same New Year’s kiss House had just avoided giving. As he eases away, the kiss so innocent and yet, so not, House gives him a puzzled look.
“Chase?”
“I like kisses to end the year,” he says, punctuating his words with a wink. He stands when his flute of champagne is empty and brushes past House on his way for a refill. House doesn’t see Chase for the rest of the evening.
Though, that definitely was a pretty good start to the year.
End
Fandom: House M.D.
Pairing: House/Chase
Prompt: New Year
Word Count: 529
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Ringing in the New Year is a reason for a kiss, sometimes.
“Jesus, this place is like…is like…”
Chase smirks at him and accepts the flute of champagne that House offers him. There’s streamers being thrown and there’s loud music in every direction and it’s the hospital’s idea of bringing in the New Year with a bang. Party at some house, apparently, some surgeon’s. “Like a party?” Chase suggests over the music. He sips at the flute and makes a face. “This is terrible.”
“Your taste is too rich!” House takes a deep breath and there’s acrid smoke in the air and somewhere, some drunk is shouting about, ‘oh my god, she’s stripping down! Dude!’ and House rolls his eyes. “Cuddy should keep it in her top,” he mutters with a smirk and Chase laughs warmly at that. They clink their glasses and sit back in a tiny corner, surrounded by streamers and confetti, beer bottles and balloons, people packed to the brim like sardines in a can, and this is a party all right, House just isn’t sure why he showed up.
Actually…
“Why are you here!” House shouts above the music. “Where’s your date?”
Chase gives him a surprised look. “What date?”
“I don’t know, isn’t there a dominatrix you hang around?”
Chase smirks and laughs, doesn’t really retort.
“One minute to the New Year!” someone shouts, sounds like Foreman, but utterly relaxed by the joy of alcohol. House wonders just how much it takes to get him to that point, wonders which pretty nurse is going to pout her full lips and lean up for a kiss when the sixty seconds are up and it’s the New Year.
Chase sips at his flute of champagne, lower lip pressed to the glass as he seemingly contemplates something. His tongue slowly licks the concave edge of the glass and he doesn’t take his eyes off of House.
House smirks, glancing at the clock. Thirty seconds until a new year of patients to avoid and responsibility to pawn off onto the shoulders of others.
“There’s no dominatrix,” Chase leans in, close enough so that House can hear him. Their knees press together and House keeps his gaze always on the clock, because this is the start of a New Year and he wants to start it right. “There never has been.”
Ten…nine…
“Do you believe in kisses to start the year?”
…six…five…
“No,” Chase replies evenly with the shake of his head.
Right. House should have known. No sexual harassment suit for Chase.
…two…one…
Chase leans in when the fireworks light up the sky and party favors light up the room to the sounds of people cheering. He cups House’s face and leans in for a kiss, the same New Year’s kiss House had just avoided giving. As he eases away, the kiss so innocent and yet, so not, House gives him a puzzled look.
“Chase?”
“I like kisses to end the year,” he says, punctuating his words with a wink. He stands when his flute of champagne is empty and brushes past House on his way for a refill. House doesn’t see Chase for the rest of the evening.
Though, that definitely was a pretty good start to the year.
End
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