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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]

"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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