He thinks Chase is coming back, but he can’t be quite sure if the reality of the porn store will jar him out of this. It’s not even ten minutes, and he’s back, and House watches as he walks around the front of the car and approaches the passenger door again. He’s fiddling with something, and House catches the fact that something was tucked into his jacket pocket. Interesting. He makes a mental note to look for that later.
Chase gets in and tells him he’s not changing his mind. He’s sure about this.
“Good to know,” House says, and without missing a beat, reaches over and snatches the bag from Chase and sets it in his lap and opens it, glancing at Chase before he dives in.
“Let’s see what you’re into,” he says, rifling around in the bag, pulling things out unceremoniously. He pulls out the riding crop first, making a face at the chains dangling from the end, and glances at Chase, an eyebrow raising in silent question and amusement. He sets it on Chase’s lap, using him like a shelf, and pulls out the paddle and the grin on his face then is like a goddamn Cheshire cat.
“Nice,” he says, dropping that on top of the crop and digs around more. Tosses the blindfold on top of the paddle with a nod, and then he pulls out the cuffs. The receipt catches under his thumb and briefly, in the dark car, he tries to figure out what the other item was, but it’s an old-school register that doesn’t list items, just prices. Whatever it was was probably $12.95. Not substantial enough to be the price for any of these, but not nothing either. He’s curious. And he’s not impressed with these cuffs. He drops them in the bag and tosses the whole thing back to Chase.
“Those are some shitty cuffs. I can do way better. Buckle up,” he says, and he’s already got the car in reverse.
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Chase gets in and tells him he’s not changing his mind. He’s sure about this.
“Good to know,” House says, and without missing a beat, reaches over and snatches the bag from Chase and sets it in his lap and opens it, glancing at Chase before he dives in.
“Let’s see what you’re into,” he says, rifling around in the bag, pulling things out unceremoniously. He pulls out the riding crop first, making a face at the chains dangling from the end, and glances at Chase, an eyebrow raising in silent question and amusement. He sets it on Chase’s lap, using him like a shelf, and pulls out the paddle and the grin on his face then is like a goddamn Cheshire cat.
“Nice,” he says, dropping that on top of the crop and digs around more. Tosses the blindfold on top of the paddle with a nod, and then he pulls out the cuffs. The receipt catches under his thumb and briefly, in the dark car, he tries to figure out what the other item was, but it’s an old-school register that doesn’t list items, just prices. Whatever it was was probably $12.95. Not substantial enough to be the price for any of these, but not nothing either. He’s curious. And he’s not impressed with these cuffs. He drops them in the bag and tosses the whole thing back to Chase.
“Those are some shitty cuffs. I can do way better. Buckle up,” he says, and he’s already got the car in reverse.