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[prince_of_nymphs]

He wasn't terribly musical, if he was honest. He could sing, and he'd written lyrics for Will in the past, but when it came to instruments, he knew little. His piano was poor, his attempts at drumming when he was younger had been a failure, but he could play a bit on the guitar. It was a skill he was attempting to improve as he sat beneath a tree in the park, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he strummed to himself.

Dark sunglasses hid his eyes, and Keats lay nearby, keeping watch as much as he was keeping Fin company. A few stray chords settled into a familiar song, and Fin hummed a bit before removing the cigarette from his lips and starting to sing.

"The door slammed loud and rose up a cloud of dust on us. Footsteps follow, down through the hollow sound, torn up... And you will go to Mykonos, with a vision of a gentle coast, and a sun to maybe dissipate. Shadows of the mess you made..."

He fumbled a bit, swearing under his breath as he strummed a bit more, jumping ahead in the song.

"I remember how they took you down, as the winter turned the meadow brown. You go, wherever you go today..."

He made it through the rest of the verse before fumbling again and starting over, pausing to stub out his cigarette and give it a proper try this time.

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[drfeelbad]

House immediately sighed and sank back against the couch, closing his eyes. It was so much better than Vicodin.

"Thank you," he said softly, and still with his eyes closed, he slid a hand onto Fin's thigh.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin smiled at the touch, and though the world was dark right now, he felt lighter as he leaned against House. There was no harm in indulging in a moment of intimacy.

[drfeelbad]

House opened his eyes then, and then turned his head and leaned in to push aside Fin's hair and kiss his neck.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin purred at the kiss, a low rumble of pleasure that was definitely not human.

[drfeelbad]

House was almost surprised by that sound. But it encouraged him. "Do... you want me?" he whispered against his ear.

[prince_of_nymphs]

It occurred to Fin that perhaps House was worried about the magic wearing off, and he felt a pang of sadness, aware that he was right to spend his time wisely.

The world was dark now, no swirls of colour. His magic was still recovering and he could never guess how long it would take. Sometimes it was instant, other times it took nearly an hour. He didn't do big magic often enough to have a working time frame.

Rather than answer right away, he reached over, thin fingers exploring Greg's face with soft and tender touches. They brushed over rough stubble, then gingerly over the doctor's nose and cheeks, before traveling lower again as his thumb brushed over the man's bottom lip.

"Yes," he said finally. "But you're without pain, correct? Is there anything you don't often get to do that you'd like to indulge in? Something physical outside the bedroom? ...My door's wide open, but it's not going to shut any time soon."

If the pain came back before they could indulge, Fin was sure they could find a way around it.

[drfeelbad]

At first, House thought the answer was an excuse, but then could see from Fin's expression it was serious. He meant well.

He hesitated, then said, "Wish I could go running. But I went pain-free for a while because of a drug, and it took weeks to be able to again. Muscle atrophy."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin flinched at the word 'wish', drawing away slightly and looking uneasy.

"Don't- Don't make wishes around me," he warned. "Trust me, you don't want me to grant them."

[drfeelbad]

House blinked at him.

"Um," he said. "Obviously."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"You've made deals with fae before?" Fin asked, looking shocked.

[drfeelbad]

House snorted. "No. But of course I don't want you to grant wishes, especially when as you well know it's just a figure of speech. You don't have like a... compulsion, do you?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"It's more like a really uncomfortable itch that only granting it would scratch," Fin frowned, looking slightly agitated, though not cross.

[drfeelbad]

"Well now I know," House said. "And I have a good memory. No wishes."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Thank you," Fin smiled.

For whatever reason, those two little words didn't chafe him the way they seemed to bother Will.

[drfeelbad]

House kind of wanted to ask him about it. What would happen if he wished for his leg to be fixed?

... later, he decided.

"Well I guess we could... go for a walk," he said. He honestly wasn't sure what he wanted to do.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"You sound thrilled by the idea of it," Fin smiled, moving to straddle House's lap and letting his hands return to the other man's face.

"We don't have to do anything, I just thought the offer should be put out there. ...That you should know I don't expect intimacy as payment for a gift."

[drfeelbad]

"What?" House sounded genuinely surprised by that. "Hell, Fin, that wouldn't have even occurred to me - I'm amazed you want me at all."

He could see Fin's slightly milky eyes much better now. He almost made a joke about always trying to find blind guys to sleep with. But even he had some sensitivity.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin shrugged one shoulder, his hands moving lower until they were resting on Greg's shoulders.

"You're not an idiot, you know I crave intimacy, it's not so far fetched to assume I'd want it from you. That you could use it to bargain with me. I don't think you would, but- I don't know, it's not a completely irrational assumption."

[drfeelbad]

"Most people would find pretty much everything about me to scream how much I am not all about intimacy," House pointed out, but he was also sliding his hands down to Fin's hips and pushing them up under his shirt to his bare skin.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Well, before the papers latched onto it, most people wouldn't have assumed I was a chain smoking sexual deviant. People tend to be very wrong," Fin murmured, purring under the touch.

[drfeelbad]

House almost asked Fin why he wasn't afraid of the same thing - that House was using him. But then decided he didn't want to put the idea in his head.

"You didn't seem so deviant to me," he murmured, and kissed his neck again.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"You clearly haven't seen my sex tape then," Fin teased, tilting his head and smiling at the kiss. "But I don't think you'd very much like the things I dabble in, doctor."

[drfeelbad]

"Maybe later," House said, and slid one of his hands up into Fin's hair. "Will you tell me something you like, though?" He really did feel grateful to Fin. He wanted to show it.

[prince_of_nymphs]

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