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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