as_damaged | ☤ twenty-two

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☤ twenty-two

A (Partial) List of Locations.

in no particular order

HOME;
-My apartment (once while high)
-Chase's apartment
-exam room
-patient's house (with cat watching)
-sleep lab
-House's bed
-janitor's closet
-backseat of my car, on the way to lunch
-park bench

CITY;
-exam room
-Chase's apartment
-My apartment
-carousel cart
-elevator of building 12
-stairwell of building 3

I'm forgetting some, I think.

[ooc; We Did That? sob. trying not to be obscene, but be warned she will likely reply in greater detail.

EDIT; LASER TAG, BBL GUYZ ♥]

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We thought he was sick, so we did what we always do. It wasn't my idea. All the others were my idea, but not House's bed. You couldn't actually have expected me to resist that.

[Sorry, it's hard to hear much at this pity party. This is huffed, half audible, begrudging.]

And he does 'like' you. As much as he's capable of liking anyone. You should know--

We did...

What... [You can almost hear him biting his lip and trying to untangle this.] What did we do?

I guess we shouldn't have done it twice, since we were in a hurry, but in the moment it's hard to be that rational. It was good. It was always good. Which is why we kept doing it.

So, you and I, we...

We had sex in House's bed. Both of us. Together?

No, I went first and then it was your turn.

Of course, both of us, together. And in the sleep lab. And a patient's house, with the cat watching. And the car, because you said not anymore at work so I asked if you wanted to go grab lunch are you starting to get the picture.

...The bench?

We were out for a walk. You didn't say no.

[This is slowly and quietly becoming kind of incredible, you understand.]

Then we're dating back at home. Why didn't you tell me?

We weren't dating. We were having sex. Since February. And it's over, or it was, when I got here. You wanted more than I wo-- [deep breath. okay, all she has to talk about is the sex, no reason to let anything worse slip.] Than I could give you, so I broke it off.

Monogamous, mutually exclusive sex? The kind you forgot to mention you wanted when you said no strings while we were here? Because I don't think that was only me wanting more.

[This is all ticking through slowly.]

You know, I thought you were mad at me when I got here. Why would you be mad at me if you're the one who broke it off?

Monogamous for me, at least. I don't think you were sleeping with anyone else, at home. Given your record here maybe I should question that.

We had something good, and you ended it. I asked you not to say it. I gave you a chance to take it back and go on, and you didn't. I don't see anything wrong with two healthy, grown, consensual adults having sex even if it's not some storybook eternal romance. I didn't mean to lead you on, but I wasn't happy that it had to end.

You didn't mean to lead me on? No, you just thought you'd try the same thing here and maybe I'd have different feelings about it. That makes perfect sense.

Interesting that you keep coming back to something you're afraid of.

It was a stupid idea. If you want to smugly tell me that I got what I deserved for it, go ahead. For the record I don't think it was fair of you, anyway. To either of us.

[NOTE THE CAREFUL OMISSIONS HERE. She does not want to talk about this. Nope nope. Because lies are self defeating, have some silence instead.]

Apparently I can have stupid ideas, too.

[Newsflash, obviously. And yes he didn't get an answer to his sort-of-question, he knows.]

It wasn't fair, and I ended it. But by your reasoning there shouldn't have been a problem. If you're not looking for any kind of emotional connection, for even the potential of that storybook ending, why the requirement for exclusivity? Etiquette?

Call it that if you like. I wasn't seeing anyone, as far as I knew you weren't seeing anyone. Sex is fun. I like having fun. It fulfilled a mutual need-- what I thought was a mutual need-- and I didn't expect anyone to get hurt.

Maybe you trust the other people you're seeing, that doesn't mean I do. If you're putting my health at risk I have a right to know.

[Sigh, she knows that's a lame excuse.]

Yeah, you're the poster girl for fun, Cameron. As long as you've planned it six weeks in advance and cleared all activities with health and safety. You're not seriously making this a contraception issue?

Person. Other person I was seeing.

[Sigh, with all the switching between defensive and guilty he's starting to feel bipolar.]

You should know the last thing I wanted to do was hurt you.

What do you want me to say.

[That is a loaded question, and he doesn't have any quick response to it except to sigh. There's some noise in the backround: he might be crossing the room and slumping onto a bed or couch.]

I want to know what you want. If there's anything.

[Sigh. As though that's a simple question. One has to know what one wants in order to tell someone else.]

I was satisfied with what we had, and you weren't. What does it matter?

It matters to me.

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