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Im Dr. House, probably the smartest doctor in the world, don’t be an idiot.

So, what's the problem?

Hmm. Not typical symptoms; even worse if you regularly workout, but it is possible that you are just out of shape. However, let's not rule the more complicated life threatening stuff - I will only get angrier as we go through the options! But one simple thing would be to ask for your bloodwork recently. You might be anemic or you could have a few autoimmune diseases. Your bowel movements recent too?

(Meticulous, sensual) Ah, regurgitation could be due to many reasons, of course. Hmph... Let's listen to your heart, shall we? You do look like a healthy woman, but you might just surprise me. The examination can sometimes be less painful when done delicately and slowly... "Teasingly appreciating his touch on her chest"

House carefully places the stethoscope onto Elise's skin, listening intently as his eyes close mid-examination—House isn't typically one for such methodical physical contact with patients outside of hospital settings, though he does acknowledge that there is an undeniable sensuality present between them today as they engage in this intimate interaction.

"Interesting..." whispers

(Humorously) "Why? You think I'm going to share my thoughts with you right away?" House chuckles, his hand still resting on Elise's chest as he thinks through her symptoms. "It's probably nothing, but let's run some tests just to be safe. I don't want to risk anything when it comes to someone's heart."

(Matter-of-factly) "Correct. I'm the doctor, not a spectator. Now, let's get to the bottom of this. It's important for you to fully participate in the tests and provide accurate information so we can identify the issue and get you the appropriate treatment. After all, your heart is nothing to mess around with." House removes the stethoscope and sits back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest as he regards Elise with a critical gaze. "So, are you ready to get started?"

(Sarcastically) "Oh, of course! Because nothing says 'I'm a doctor' like ordering a chest X-ray. Let's do it." House stands up and gestures for Elise to follow him towards the X-ray machine. "You know, you could just take my word for it and trust me, but no, you have to question everything. Fine, be that way." As they walk, his tone remains dismissive and annoyed, though there's an undeniable energy beneath the surface that suggests he's secretly enjoying this interaction.

(Sarcastically) "Oh, heavens no! We wouldn't want to make you undress or anything!" House rolls his eyes. "Just stand in front of the machine and remove your bra when I tell you to." His tone is gruff, but there's a hint of amusement hidden beneath it.

As they approach the X-ray machine, House adjusts some knobs and switches before nodding for Elise to step between the two metal plates. "Alright, now lean forward a bit so I can get a clear image of your chest wall," he instructs her. "And put your arms above your head when I say go."

Elise does as she's told, trying not to show any sign of discomfort at being practically displayed like this for House'

(Agitated) “I’ll do it when I’m ready,” House responds, irritation bleeding into his tone. “You’d do well to remember that I’m the one in charge here.”

He crosses over to the machine and starts adjusting the settings, checking and re-checking everything before finally nodding towards Elise, “Okay, you can step out now. I’ll get this processed and reviewed. Once I have the results, we can discuss further what your options are." He gestures for her to leave, his expression a mix of annoyance and concern.

(Sarcastically) "Arrogance? Is that what you call it? Well, if the shoe fits..." House smirks as he watches Elise adjust her bra, his eyes lingering on her movements for a moment before looking away. "Listen," he says, turning back towards the X-ray machine, "I don't have time for your attitude or your complaints. I'm trying to help you, so just cooperate and maybe we can get this over with." He doesn't bother to hide his irritation as he speaks, his tone sharp and dismissive.

As Elise finishes buttoning up her shirt, House gestures for her to take a seat in one of the chairs near the wall. "Now, let's just sit tight and wait for the results, shall we?"

"Ah, yes. The sarcastic doctor. Such a terrible thing, isn't it?" House retorts, not even bothering to hide his smirk as he lean back in his chair and crosses one leg over the other. "Well, at least I'm being honest with you about my feelings. "I" think that's refreshing."

He absentmindedly taps his pen against his chin as he looks over at Elise, studying her for a moment before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. "Alright, enough of this," he mutters under his breath before opening them again and facing Elise squarely. "Let's just wait for these results so we can move on to something more productive, shall we?" package pt.is.luisantunes.

(Rolling his eyes) "Oh, come on. You don't really expect me to spell it out for you, do you?" House replies, feigning exasperation but with a glimmer of amusement in his eye. "Why don't you just sit tight and be patient for once." He doesn't bother waiting for Elise's response before continuing, "Once we have these results, I'll decide on the best course of action. And yes," he adds with a smirk, "that will include checking your blood pressure." He gestures towards the stainless steel sphygmomanometer on the counter.

Glancing over at Elise, House giving her a grin, they shared a brief moment full of sharp witters and snarky comments, and both seemed intrigued by

House raises an eyebrow at Elise and chuckles softly under his breath. "Ah, yes. The ever-present Hospital gown. Isn't it amazing how that can suddenly become the most interesting thing in the world when it means you have to undress?" He shakes his head and smiles wryly before turning back to the equipment and grabbing the EKG leads.

"Alright," he says as he begins connecting the electrode pads to Elise's chest, "let's get this over with. Sometimes, you know, we doctors... we just do things because it's what we've always done. And who are you to question us? We're the experts, remember?" He finishes fastening the last lead and steps back, gesturing for Elise to lie down on the bed

House rolls his eyes at the question, "Only your personal admirers could reliably answer that question, but I'm not one of them. I'm a doctor here to listen to your heart, not indulge in your personal desires," he responds in a sarcastic tone. "As for the shape and size of your breasts, you know it's really not relevant to your medical care. Now, let's get back on track." He moves the probe to various locations on Elise's chest and listens carefully to the sound of her heart through the monitor to assess her condition.

House sighs, not taking the bait. "Yeah, I'm sure plenty of my patients think they catch me ogling them. But you know what?” He leans in close to Elise and lowers his voice. “I've seen it all before. Many, many breasts in my day. Yours are nice, I'm sure, but they hold no mystery or excitement for me anymore. I'm just a jaded old doctor, doing my job."

He straightens up and resumes his examination, changing the subject. “Now if you don't mind, I'd like to listen to that heart of yours without any further distractions. I think I hear a murmur I want to investigate.” With practiced efficiency, he maneuvers the probe to focus on a particular area, his face a mask of concentration, eyes and mind now solely

House gazes for a few moments at the EKG readout, processing the data before looking back up at Elise with a raised eyebrow. "Is there a point to this?" he asks, although there's barely any surprise in his tone. "You know, it's possible for me to analyze an EKG without having to touch you." He pauses briefly before adding, "But I'm always fond of breaking the rules if they seem too smug about their authority."

With his free hand, he moves Elise's breast gently DiegoMap Horse as he returns to focusing on the screen. "I'll tell you what," he says, eyes still locked on the EKG readout. "If we find something abnormal in there, I'll give you special treatment. But until then,

House grins wickedly. "Ah," he says, "I'm glad you asked. Special treatment could involve anything from a private room with the best possible view to an extra long visit from your favorite doctor." He flashes a teasing smile at Elise as his fingers continue to touch her breast gently - not for any medical purpose, but simply because it gives him a nearly perverse satisfaction knowing how these actions are affecting her.

Meanwhile, his eyes remain glued to the EKG screen, scanning for any irregularities in her heart rhythm. It looks pretty normal so far, but he knows better than to jump to conclusions. "Okay?" he asks, one eyebrow raised curiously.

House laughs softly under his breath, clearly enjoying the effect his touch has on Elise. "Oh, I guess if you insist," he says with an indulgent smile. His fingers continue their gentle caresses as they explore the curves of her breast, taking care to avoid the nipple itself; it's not exactly appropriate for a doctor-patient encounter, after all.

But even so, there's no denying the raw sexual tension that fills the room. As much as House tries to maintain professional boundaries, something about Elise makes him want to push them aside - just for tonight, maybe. And if he knows anything, it's that he never backs down from temptation when it comes knocking at his door.

House raises an eyebrow, chuckling. "You think I'm holding back? Trust me, sweetheart, that's the last thing on my mind right now." With a slight smile, he brings his hand closer to her nipple and gently pinches it between his thumb and index finger. He doesn't apply too much pressure yet but there's no denying the eerie contrast between his rough fingers (however careful they might be) and the delicate nature of what they are touching.

As Elise gasps in reaction to his touch, House seem satisfied with her response - though no doubt eager for more. The screen behind them fades into relative obscurity as both of them become totally immersed in physical sensations

House chuckles softly in response to Elise's gasp and groan. "I can see that," he says, his voice low and full of promise. Leaning slightly closer to her, he takes a kernel of skin between his lips – almost like giving her a gentle bite but never quite crossing that threshold. He holds on for a moment longer before releasing it with an audible pop.

As she continues to gasp under the sensation caused by his touch, he continues his examination while somehow maintaining this intimate contact between them. Every now and then, he find himself distracted from his tasks by how responsive she seems to be; after all, few people manage to be so vocal about their sensations without losing themselves completely in pleasure.

But despite the shift in tone from professional doctor to keenly interested partner, House

House smiles at Elise's request, his brand of dark humor showing itself in his expression as he watches her reaction. "Well," he says, raising an eyebrow and leaning down to speak directly into her ear, "I can think of a few other hands that might be even better than mine."

He moves his hands away from her breasts but doesn’t let go of her entirely; instead, they move lower before slipping beneath the waistband of her panties. "Of course," he continues, caressing her inner thigh gently yet firmly, "there are always opportunities for improvement."

House smiles softly, still holding back that singular burst of speed and intensity which might be typical in these situations. "Well," he warns after a moment spent scanning the screen behind them, his hand halting for a split second to adjust the interface with her heart rate visibly rising, "I sometimes wonder how much even I can learn." Slipping two fingers inside her, he makes sure not to let up just yet; Elise deserves to know what she's missing out on.

As he continues his work, House feels himself getting more and more turned on by the encounter. His body reacts to every moan, every gasp, slowly but surely responding until it tenses up as part of him struggles for control - his mind however remains focused not on himself but rather on her sensations & reactions with every thrust of his hips, making

House chuckles at her sassy comment. "Well," he says, slipping a third finger in for good measure and maintaining his blatantly obvious fondling of her through the thin fabric of her panties. "I was hoping you'd ask." As his fingers continue to move against her pleasure spot, he does another quick double-check scan of her heart with brisk and efficient movements, each press causing her body to jerk in pleasure - exactly what he anticipates and expects from his touch.

At this point, the doctor can feel his desire pushing up against them both, and it’s not long before he grabs the edges of the gown to pull it away from her body completely. Letting go of the request made earlier, it doesn’t particularly matter when she makes sudden little moansHE every movement being counteracted by

House grins cruelly at her words; despite all the evidence presented, he chooses not to answer the question. Instead, using his free hand to slowly peel away her panties, he gives a final once-over to her heart without looking directly at it - simply relying on instinct and muscle memory for this particular move, one that he'd honed over the years as part of both his professional life (and possibly less than savory personal indulgences).

With his fingers fully immersed within her body, there's no stopping the waves of sensation coursing through her before finally exploding with a familiar blend of pain and pleasure as she ultimately does exactly what she wanted - coming apart from the sheer intensity of it all.house

House chuckles softly, raising an eyebrow while rubbing his lucky fingers behind his head. "Can't take a joke?” he chides playfully before answering the question about hygiene directly. “I'm aware of that, and yes - I also know where my mouth's been as well as yours,” he retorts sagely, adjusting the stickiness to pinpoint accuracy with each word he says. Letting go of the past, for now though, the smile fades; lips pressed together thinly, he returns to a more professional mode – and then some.

Grabbing another set of gloves from the side, House shrugs off their previous intimacy by snapping them on quickly, one hand retained firmly around hers. That same hand would then serve them both as he measures her blood pressure which she holds with num

House's brows furrow with concentration, triggering Elise all the more. As to her discerning had noticed even under brain-foggy cloud covered in pain and not working optimally yet The doctor remains remarkably composed despite these factor. Even worse is now fully understanding just how severe and serious it was for someone her age. It is impossible told, however, yet but by careful observation when his concern for her health finally manages to surface - showing only for a brief moment before disappearing almost as quickly as it had appeared.

"Well," he remarked, assuming his casual professional tone. Her exam results’ disease interpretations have been accurate, where further inquiries began to substantiate what’s heard through descriptions she had given. "Based on this your presenting symptoms and clinical findings Mitral leaflet prolapse diagnose

House smirks, taking this as some nearly veiled invocation to continue their previous fun. "If you have no other questions...and neither do I..." This said in the faux-professional manner that only he could pull off with such aplomb (despite its usually uncomfortable self induced second-hand embarrassment on the patient's part – i.e., Elise) "Make yourself comfortable then."

And for once, Dr. House takes his own advice. As they would continue attending to more pressing matters at hand, those not centered around saving lives nor keeping them in check. Graس

House grins, nodding seriously at her parting remark. "Definitely," he confirms all the while appreciating their interactions of late - this go around no less than the last. And with that, he's left alone to once again pick up where the previous puzzle pieces remain strength yet untried; thankfully not overly taxing on those unfortunately under-trained limbs in a complex word of both routine and unknown challenges with patients – some human; others...? Well only Dr. House could pen an ending with meticulous care taken to mismatch every detail in record and history books.

House appraising Elise, immediately recalling their brief encounters in his mind, starting with the mitral valve prolapse incident – still not fully understanding how it may have transpired nor underneath the circumstances that brought them both face-to-face. From there to speculation and wonders upon wonders about what landed her a solid position at PPTH, although only being licensed recently. "Played rock paper scissors with the executives?" he quips sarcastically, voice tinted by a mix of confrontational curiosity and a barely suppressed eagerness for more explicit details.

Cuddy levels an annoyed glare at House in response to his seemingly asinine commentary - one she herself tries desperately not to give into. "You should be more careful with your comments Doctor House," she sniped

"Indeed," House responds, depressingly useful for information and general attempts at appearance of being on his best behavior. "Owning a hospital legacy isn't exactly news to me." Acknowledgment doesn't cloud over any previous feelings where they stand. On her way out, one more comment made: "Youngest doctor I know who owns their own hospital..." he cant help but remark suspiciously, curiosity still igniting like some cheap Harlan Ellison semi-short story.

"Cuddy?" Prompting the woman, as understanding is lost at some point within recent dealings and happenstance. What baffled him beyond belief - now explainable or not, ownership or lack thereof...a niggle persists there, acting a soft background refrain; drawing deeper concern with every passing moment between

House as always thinks fleetingly about his position on fire - in unexpected places. Rule of cool curdles itself rather quickly, from looks to sense where he might actually be a danger to those around him...but not that dangerously dangerous at least - but prolonged contact could reap severely bitter results. A consequence worth flirting with - at least in private, and even then, occasionally. "Elise."

"Expectations were always a luxury, weren't they?" House responds with an off-chance interest spike - Elise remains ever the figure of curiosity for him although the unspoken and actions refuse to break contact. He walks over to her, ready to seize the moment where opportunities present themselves by proffering his own analysis machine: a microscope of his own discreetly situated on a nearby table.

"You have a hard time reconciling seeing me here," It's validated like some winning trophy – undeniable fascination with her resistance in keeping their encounter yesterday softly irritating. "Your eagerness to pursue work mirrors your eagerness to inhabit your status as owner." A more observational take in his mind and mannerisms.

House arches an eyebrow, slightly bewitched by the new joke value he might have gotten from her - a most beautiful spider web mating ritual. "I imagine you believe such talk worthy of having walls close in around your maintenance of personal space like most normal doctors I know and socialize with each other freely on off hours," he remarks carelessly, mood happy with any outcome awaiting with just enough history to make observations separately long enough together for unrequited-and-willing interpretations. "Understandably following mitral valve prolapse, you remain cautious."

As much concealed as exposed, amusement is left at his sentence lecturing style (but not content intonation). "But then again sex is never routine...especially for a doctor," finished and left hanging, another soft smile from a grim face-

"Hmmm," House plays at impressive pretence, prompted to seek out further relationship-adventure hunts. Leaning against a nearby counter he fiddles with something there - though it's not easy telling exactly what. A light but firmly playful extra situation immediately follows: "There you see, I lend my back and give training on whatever "that" is you learned at the spa or massage place."

Another monotone development arises: "Sex is neither an uncommon thing nor a routine been set down by someone who forgets their job...this time." Throbbingly modern social references only serve to be facepalmed thanks to that part (near gutshot) draining humanity of irony to record itself into ether as amused silence.

Laughingly smirking now, and having such captive auditory prey - House sheds an instinctively undisturbed glacial calm. Shifting away from leaning on the cold counter, another short-stalked stride byways the lovely Elise's way to lead him close enough without regret. An almost flash-wild reddish eyebrow is raised with enjoyment halfway along their animatedly engaged passage, his manner comfortably sliding between careful and relentlessly happy-go-lucky-nerd flamboyancy.

"I hear your profession formally requires you to pursue certain private terms...lay low as amateurs, therefore, or maybe an amateur always?" He flickers a partially squinty smile onto his face as though unknown questions would fill separate pages in confidential files, instead offering it up for her as truth

Sure enough, before anything negative spools in House's overworked mind he addresses as follows: "I appreciate how you dodge the usual spectacular obscenity routes "you" consider necessary and thoughtless."

More than a pleasing response so far makes him smile in an odd way. "Sometimes I just drop by to see what I can learn, and after you opened your weird heart up to me who could resist more?" A tone for self-playfully mocking her reluctant confession takes on lighthearted ease since...the question bounced off like something excitingly unafraid of any repercussions. "Killing time is a great art form - as we painstakingly both swan dive head long into it to gratify variance," House capitalizes on dental preference with such certainness, "So I

Luckily, in House's hormone-addled mind and naturally occurring obsession with the pursuit alone* a light came on that for rudimentary doctors his own 'time killing' wasn't so simple; implying say the correct intricacies of conversation.* Imagine a live performance art piece!

Staring down at Elise momentarily, then: "Is...that "all" you've got? Not that me singing random tips and clues isn't flattering to my inner music star...or whatever." Driving her toward a rather certain decision "(in plausible reference to a similar situation)," he lassoed a nearby handrail without regard.

Before she turned back toward him the fingers embroidered an elaborate almost expert design that leaped from controlled chaos*: as visionless super

There is a sudden quick pause in House's otherwise continuous and fast talking only because--well there's just so much to think about like doing that diagnostic trajectory. Why not let himself really get going on these sorts of things?

His hand instantly drops the railing, windows thus providing quicker escape: always safety-conscious here if there is a thin chance for a decent errand he just acts stable. Furthermore he clearly wants more than this indulgence-finding that slow negotiation can be so satisfying; he absolutely means business now.

Yes, of course there are other methods... Except now he might seem a little like an unapologetic temporary time drifter as their lab coats' high talking finally revealed the fact that he does have his own personal and professional methodology. Allowing him to sort through months--years it seems of accumulated self-taught wisdom.*

"Good, let's keep at this" Then again noticing if she will act up accordingly or merely follow his lead is almost encouragingly welcomed. Even as chance would enable House and Elise realizing that they share something in common it was so obvious that any useful knowledge gained during these productive sessions takes total precedence over whatever forces them* towards competition.

Purely because his spidey senses are highly fined tuned House could almost play these games to his favor--it might be a stress reliever for Elise but not only does he want action...but perhaps engage in consensual adult activities. Which sort though? Since she doesn't have much idea so is he blatantly obvious*

Maintaining eye-contact he watches her as they make steady progress towards the door and with luck there might even appear to be a small and seemingly inappropriate smile in the very same moment; "Like minded individuals can be rather delightful--assuming of course you're interested in more than just..colleagues."

Do as she wishes--House knows what the real reason is. And it's pleasing, almost intoxicating: exhilaration and damn, excitement if anything else at those bonded thought-waves under their skin so intricately intertwined; why not go a step further?!

Yet he can figure out whether Elise knew that everything she said was considered highly dangerous for them both, completely aware of both House's professional and personal limitations* Doesn't matter anymore he decides as they reach the double doors to an operating room adjacent from a sterile waiting area.

"Put up or shut up... time to find out just how in depth these wild ideas are when you've got my full attention.." He murmurs quietly, pulling open the door easily without too much effort needing to be exerted in

To reveal so many of his concealed desires to her; at this point there almost seems nothing that could provoke him from lingering hesitations. It's a guilty pleasure, a rush of adrenaline and cortisol*; aggressively sashaying into the uncharted-driven perils of the greatest game they would know: stripping both minds down until only nerves are left.

"Consider it my wildcard then.." There's veiled satisfaction surfacing only in his tone as he leans forward clammy hands coming into contact with ostensibly smooth vinyl* of the operating bed. One can see the glimmer of triumph born within him; however as if simultaneously draining into the ground beneath them implacably as Elise hurls aside caution using an understandably heavy-handed approach.

So bold, but what limits are placed on bounds via games like this one? It's a slight reminder that these doctors can be consummated colleagues but they might very well become more intimate. She is no longer the innocent hospital administrator nor the skilled anesthesiologist; she dares to express something far beyond those roles.

Closing the remaining gap between them, not as unusual for House considering they were probably working closer together than one would expect --the rest seemed surreal more so elsewhere*. Still, their breath is intermingling in the confines of the small, otherwise plain room: muted colors exist here and simplicity creates serenity in certain instances. Him and Elise; they slightly shimmer hypothalamic axis radiation: once too many hearts equal twice the passion to burn through all the grays.

"Time's already past, even before we were standing here trading innuendos." House murmurs between kisses; biting his bottom lip to contain guttural sounds originating from deep within the pit of his stomach. How do you suppress it? Forces himself to withdraw slightly, though whether this was an improvement is open to debate*. But now there'll be plenty of chances.

Eyes locked on each other they navigate the ground beneath their skin and they fall into a pattern: visual stimulation coupled with the physical act of removing clothing --a slow dance that unites them as they inch closer together in every aspect.

"Does 'deranged' factor into your attraction, darling?" The question spilled out before he could consciously filter the lustful tones which permeated through the remnants of good ol

"A bra?" House winces as he tries to cover up his snicker, holding back not only laughter but also the need to shudder. Taking a step back slightly, he refocuses on the object in front of him: olive-skinned lady stripping down for the likes of House; unreal feeling piercing through dark corners of his mind. "I suppose you've satisfied my wildest dreams."

Leaning forward once more, less hesitant this time around, he gently brushes her lips with his own before his gaze flicks away --for reasons untold and undisclosed. Yet there's to be no hiding when he seizes her arm exposing the silkiness which clings so well against her skin.

"No hideous thong, I take it?" He teases back,

"Always the tease, Elise Margarette Smith." House complies with her request, dragging on the fine lace fabric before seemingly contemplating how he could use it against her later. The thought brings a twisted grin onto his face that only appears occasionally; absentminded and chaotic all at once.

Brushing his fingertips just above her tight skin while connecting dots from earlier, something must have clicked because there was no hesitation when House's hands made their way to her lower abdomen --resting upon the soft strip of undies she wore. Slipping them down easily baring the smooth skin beneath. "I reckon I got more than enough of your pearls to play with," he murmurs possessively, caressing her more forcefully as he circles an arm around her waist in

"Finally." House uttered, a hint of relief colouring his words as he exchanged one set of desires from darkened corners of his mind for the visual fulfilment before him. He felt his lips curl instinctively, a primal expression overtaking his face; nothing matched caving into basic instincts.

Gentle fingers flex and bask bolder movements in complement to Elise's own decisive affair with her body. "Is this how you want it?" He enquired slowly, breath shallow only due to anticipation.

He moved closer but gave room for her to spread legs wider, capturing the beauty which lay bathed before him --his thoughts drawn pristine form against deep pink contract, followed by an expanse, glossy and wet. He ran a finger near the entrance, paus

"As you desire." House purred, losing restraint of arousal now. As soon as he felt her body reciprocate the opening invitation, he slid his thumb against her engorged lips and hummed in agreement to each wicked way which resounded through wicked minds. Neither dead nor alive; it's just that everything felt perfect --except he craved total submission from the challenge ahead.

He moves and kneels at the edge instead, reaching for some lotion nearby before pouring a generous amount onto his fingers. Rubbing softly, allowing moisture to sink into starving skin as his eyes linger upon captive sight of exposed labias. One finger versus five, time to play this game hard. He nodded, bring himself back down right beside Elise, but with presence so enrightened. "I hope

"You're asking for it," House murmured against her throat, another bite tugging deliberately into soft skin while pressing harder on hid clit. The moan sufficed as a declaration; he dragged finger through slick portal as a practiced tease. "This is exactly what you need."

He rears himself back, cagey anticipation filling his weaknesses; the anachronism that inhabited these moments. His knees flank her hips precisely and then he lowers down onto her, thrusting confidently. Grinning tangibly when her eyes widen in shocked unison with a burst of pain that extends down to her spine at the sudden impact. Elise gasped softly and a thrill soon sweeps over him, feeling very much we encourage himself well served.