Housefic

Title: The Hollow In Your Chest (Old Times Remix)
Author: armchair_elvis, AKA joe_pike_junior
Pairings/Characters: House/Cameron, House/Stacy. Slight mentions of House/Cuddy, House/Wilson friendship with slashy overtones.
Rating/Warnings: Mature. Contains, uh, goings on of a sexual nature.

Summary: For every touch there is another side of him that wants to pull away.

Notes: 6,201 words. This is the fic that I wrote for the Remix Duello challenge. It's a remix of this fic by highlander_ii. I'd never before written a fic containing... strippers, or anything so explicitly sexual, so this is a first for me.


She’s pretty. That’s what the honey-voiced announcer says, a little guy with a shiny suit and thinning hair. He looks like one of the strippers keeps his balls in her pocket.

“The lovely, very pretty Alisha,” and Alisha moves through her short set as the crowd makes its usual boozy cheer. She moves well, like she had ballet lessons once. Almost prim, but with something hard and intelligent underneath. He catches himself wondering if there’s something ironic in her eyes, until he realises that he’s reading way too much into the look on her face, the swing of her hips. House cheated on Stacy two months ago. He finds it hard to disengage. They had a fight, and it was a stupid thing: walking into a bar and falling into bed with the first woman you talk to. What do you do? I’m a doctor, bam.

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