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"He's so hot like that, don't you think?"
Amber but her lip as she and House watched Wilson lick alcohol from some strippers belly.
"Oh stop lusting over him." House drawls out. "You're dead, he won't do you."
Amber shrugged one shoulder. "Even if I was alive, he wouldn't be able to fuck me with this much alcohol in his system."
They both snickered at that, neither looking away from Wilson.
"I mean, god, just look at him. Untied tie, messy hair, crumbled clothes and flushed cheeks. I wish I could suck him off when he's like that."
House was about to make another snarky comment about Wilson not being able to get it up when suddenly he looked forward at nothing in particular. He looked sideways to stare at Amber with wide eyes and a subtle frown. She, on the other hand, had a knowing look on her face.
"You shouldn't be saying that."
"You shouldn't be thinking that."
"I don't think about sucking Wilson off." House said, arguing with himself. He got a few weird glances from nameless people but was too stunned (and tipsy) go care.
"Not consciously." Amber shrugged, sounding sure of herself. She then looked forward. "Should I be offended that you think about my past boyfriend like that or jealous that you find him more attractive than me?"
"I preferred when you helped me solve puzzles, not talked about my subconscious, repressed desires for Wilson."
"So you admit it's true?" Amber's eyes sparkled.
"No." House said, grabbing a bottle of alcohol and heading to the bathroom.
"That's why they're called repressed desires." Amber voiced House's thoughts.
"Touche."