the Mystery (Angel)

[Dr Angel Fraser]

"Oh yes, because I have such a severe crack addiction." She rolled her eyes at him, shaking her head. "That's how I became department head, I shared with Cuddy."

Vicodin huh? She thought to herself. Probably for the leg. "A betting pool? Hm, I may have to get in on that. I could see you and Wilson together, you'd make a cute couple." She laughed, not really caring that he told her to try again. If he spread a rumor about her being a ho, she didn't care. She'd keep everything professional.

"That would be assuming I'd ever accept drinks from you." She scoffed, smirking at him. "You truly are full of yourself aren't you?" She moved closer to him, crossing her arms again. "You're an interesting character Doctor House, I can see many interesting conversations between us."

[Dr. Gregory House]

"Well, I can just see it myself, you and Cuddy sharing crack. Cuddy would be wearing that hot little white bra and pantie number she has, and there would be pole dancing. Oh, wait, that was a hallucination I had a few months back. She never did take off her bra," House said wistfully into his coffee. So many regrets...

"If I convinced Wilson to shack up with me, do you think you could split the winnings? I think it's up to three thousand by now." House paused, wait, he had already had Wilson shack up with him when Julie divorced him. Poor Wilson, married three times, divorced three times; alimony must be a bitch. He shook his head, smirking that she thought that he was cute.

"I'm crushed," he said, dryly, "like a margarita. One minute you were practically throwing yourself at me, promising short skirts and drinks for all, and the next scorning my offer to buy you drinks. As full of myself as I am, now that you're playing the prophetess Cassandra seeing the future conversations between us, I wonder who really is the one fooling themselves..." he paused, then tilted his head, squinting, "will those conversations be as full of innuendo as was the past five minutes?"

[Dr Angel Fraser]

"I see Cuddy more as a black lace type woman." She said, imaging the image House had just painted. Curious hallucinations, she thought to herself.

"What would I get if I shared the winnings? I mean really, it'd be a win win situation. You get your lover boy, I get money, works for me." She laughed, shaking her head.

"What can I say, I'm a woman of many contradictions." She shrugged, giving him a saucy smile. "Besides I didn't think you were interested in what I could offer. A man like you, with your sarcasm, I'm sure you can charm all the women." She purred. "And yes, I'm sure those conversations will be full of innuendos as well."

[Dr. Gregory House]

House paused at that suggestion. Black lace. Cuddy. He imagined that image. Cuddy leaning back on her desk, making that come hither look. Suddenly Angel slung her arm over Cuddy's shoulder, her bountiful breasts barely held back by a red lace corset. Angel's dark hair brushing Cuddy's cheek as they writhed on the desk, making gestures for him to join in on the fun. He came back to himself when his mug tipped coffee on his shoes. "Damn!" he cursed, wondering what the heck hit him. He looked at Angel and mentally smacked himself, yeah, that's what hit him. Who did he save in a past life that he would be surrounded by smokin' hot woman who were doctors. Well, he was surely amassing a lot of karma in this one, saving all those patients who had no one else smart enough to be their doctor.

He set his coffee down, grabbing some paper towels and his cane. He hobble-walked around Angel and made his way to a chair at the conference table where he and his team did their D and D. He sat down and awkwardly started drying his shoes. He liked his Converse All-Stars, though it looked as though he'd have to replace them. Coffee stains rarely came out. Kind of like blood that way. Both were vital to the function of a human being, and both were highly staining liquids.

"Why yes," he finally snarked, "oh, woman of contradictions, I do have lots of ladies under my charm. It's my super power, along with drawing femme-fatales, and saving people with only the power of my brain."

[Dr Angel Fraser]

Angel watched him closely, figuring he was probably invisioning what Cuddy would look like wearing a lacy black bra. Well, that's what she had intended. Give him something to think about. She then watched him spill his coffee, and she bit back a laugh. Must have been a real good mental image.

"Ooo a man with super powers. Maybe I could be the Kryptonite to your Superman." She suggested. "Or maybe the Catwoman to your Batman." She smirked. "I do look good in skin tight vinyl." God she loved being a tease, and there was something about this man that made her want to tease and possibly seduce him.

[Dr. Gregory House]

I reiterate: Yowza! House narrated to himself in his mind. But damn, is this woman for real?

Now he had to imagine her in skin tight vinyl. What an image. What a world. What a woman. Within ten minutes, she had managed to get in under his skin. Not far enough in to reach the ranks of Stacy; he didn't think anyone could get to him like Stacy could, but maybe just about where Cuddy was. Which was impressive. Then he had a thought.

"Woman, are you trying to seduce me? 'Cause if you are, it's within the realm of possible. Then again, since you think I'm hot for Wilson, I suppose I'll just have to play hard to get."

[Dr Angel Fraser]

"Seduce? Who me?" She feigned innocence, settling herself on the table close to him. "I'm a good girl, who would never, ever seduce a sarcastic doctor." She purred, crossing her legs, her skirt sliding up her legs a bit more. "Tease maybe, gauge how well you can take the teasing, then maybe I'll try the seduction game."

She gave him another saucy smile, leaning back on the table. Sure people could see her, which was an added plus to all this. A little voyeurism never killed anyone.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House grunted, "yes, you. Who else is in the room?" He rolled his eyes, "that's what all the good catholic school girls gone bad all say. Oh wait, is that where I've seen you before? Did you pay your way into medical school by doing porno films? I think yes. Wait, you were in Sally Blows the Doctor!" Housed teased, "or is this type of teasing not what you have in mind? There are other... ways... I can tease you. Unless you want to tease me first?"

He appreciated her sexy pose as she leaned back on the table. He was facing the windows into the hallway, and he was sure she was getting off on the possibility that someone who actually cared might see. Truth be told, he had done the voyeurism bit in college, even liked it. Still did too. Given that she was in her twenties and hot stuff, who was he to turn her down. Still, it wouldn't do to capitulate too easily. He'd play hard to get.

...Later.

[Dr Angel Fraser]

Angel let out a laugh at his comment about pornos. She'd never been in one, although a few of her boyfriends had wanted to film them having sex. "I believe I'm already teasing you." She cooed, uncrossing her legs and crossed them again. She grinned, looking down at him.

This man would be an interesting subject to seduce, and she was going to enjoy the chase. She always enjoyed the chase though, and because they worked in the same building, well it made things even more interesting and fun. Unlike most men at the bars she'd frequent, he actually had intelligence and was able to match her sarcasm.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House could only agree with that point of view. She really was teasing him. It was almost like Basic Instinct the way she kept crossing her legs like that. Except that she was way hotter than Sharon Stone, and three times as sultry. He wasn't really sure what he could do to tease her back non-verbally. He pushed his chair back, spreading his legs. That was a start. He slouched a little in his seat, trying to look unaffected. He picked up his coffee and sipped it, looking disinterestedly away from Angel. Make her sweat a little.

She was really quite fun. Though, if she started smoking like Sharon Stone, he'd drop her like hot potatoes. Mostly, because one, they were in a hospital. Even he was serious about that rule. Two, cigarette breath tasted really bad. Like kissing an ash tray. Which he unfortunately had experience with when Stacy had smoked. He let his eyes drift back over to Angel and mentally undressed her with his eyes, making sure that she knew exactly what he was thinking.

[Dr Angel Fraser]

Angel watched as she slouched in his chair, playing it cool. As she watched him, she noticed the look in his eyes as he sipped his coffee. Smirking, she began to do the same thing to him, undressing him with her eyes. Her eyes hovered at his groin area, then worked their way back up.

Although the idea of being caught did turn her on, she was new here didn't want to lose her position within the hospital. The last thing she wanted was to go back to the hospital where her mother worked and work under her shadow again. "So," She finally spoke up again. "What do you think?" She inquired, letting him look her over.

[Dr. Gregory House]

"I think a lot of things. I think Wilson has been pouting long enough. I think Cuddy's been plotting my demise. I think that cream bra and underwear would be better if they were lace, but that's just me." He paused, "also, the bra and underwear would look better tossed on my bedside lampshade," he leered.

Setting the mug down on the table, he picked up his cane and used it to get up heavily. Watching her reactions. He picked up the mug and took it to the sink, not bothering to wash it. Someone else always did.

[Dr Angel Fraser]

"Who said I was wearing any?" Angel smirked, watching him get up and move to the sink with his mug. She enjoyed this banter, even if someone who walked in on them right now could probably report them for sexual harassment. "Lampshade huh? Who said it would come off there?" She chuckled, sliding off the table.

Stretching, she looked around and then at her watch. She didn't want to leave, but she did have things to do, and caffeine to get so she could do said things she needed to do.

[Dr. Gregory House]

"Well, I think I did," House took a moment to review the conversation, "after all, when you uncrossed your legs, I distinctly saw your underwear. And since you're wearing a white blouse, I figured you had a matching bra. Your breasts are far too large to not be contained within a bra to stay that well in place. Ergo, you are wearing underwear. It's just not sanitary otherwise, considering that you're working in a hospital.

"As for your underwear landing on the lampshade, I've had that happen before. Numerous times," House shot back, turning to watch her slide of the table and stretch. He appreciated her feminine form, the arch of her back and the pull of her leg muscles. She kept fit, running maybe. Well, she was a heart doctor. She knew physical activity was good for the heart.

"Leaving already? Let me guess, you're not a firm believer in avoiding work."

[Dr Angel Fraser]

"Smart and sarcastic... A man I could really get to like." Angel laughed softly, resting her hands on her hips. "Your power of deduction is amazing." She added, knowing that he was right. She'd never show up to work without under garments. "I'm more of a leather than lace person though." She smirked.

"I'm sure you have, I'm just merely stating that the bra may end up thrown somewhere in the living room before making it into the bedroom." She shrugged. "Avoiding work means eventually it finds you, usually with Cuddy on it's tail. I need to schedule a surgery, as well as a see a couple of other patients to check how they're doing. On top of that, I require caffeine. I don't see patients otherwise."