Occam's Razor - House M.D.

Part 24- Take My Breath Away

**explicit/mature chapter** 

Pacing anxiously around her apartment, Madelyn had piles of clothes thrown around her bedroom. She was looking for the right outfit for her date with House later tonight, and nothing in her closet seemed cute anymore. 

"What the fuck do I wear?" She shouted to her phone that was a little ways across the room. 

"I think House would prefer you in no clothes." Thirteen laughed, her voice coming through the phone. 

"I think that's probably true because he's low key perverted," Madelyn joked back, "really though, what would you wear?" 

"You have dated before, ya know?" Thirteen reminded her friend. Madelyn scoffed,

"I know, I know." Madelyn agreed, trying to talk herself at ease. She had dated several times, but only two of those relationships she considered to be serious. And, secretly, she hoped House would be around for the long-run. 

"Dude, just FaceTime me so I can get the full picture!" Thirteen enthused, still in disbelief that Madelyn liked House. 

Once the FaceTime call started and Madelyn adjusted the camera, she began trying on a couple outfits. Thirteen had little to no reaction to the first three, but she seemed pretty passionate about the fourth one: 

A smooth, black leather jacket with a rich, deep purple lacy camisole underneath paired with some leggings and black, embellished booties. In a frenzy, Madelyn pulled half her hair back with a claw clip and the style perfectly framed her face. 

"I love that one!" Thirteen cheered.

"Seriously? It's not too casual?" 

"House is not a fancy guy, Madelyn. It's perfect, trust me." 

Madelyn looked at herself in the mirror, and slowly ran her hands across her chest, her stomach, and across her thighs, imagining how House's hands would feel on her body. 

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Later that day at around 7:30 pm, Madelyn arrived at House's apartment. Her knock muffled by her gloves, Madelyn waited for House to open the door to no avail. 

Realizing the door was already unlocked, she knocked once more before entering the apartment. The space was more furnished than she expected, which wasn't to say that Madelyn expected House to live like a vagrant, but that he seemed like a minimalist. 

Madelyn hung her coat on his clothing rack in the entryway, and immediately caught sight of the big, black grand piano in the corner. She'd never even considered whether or not House had played music, and from the look of the piano and the shelves of records, he seemed to be a little artist of his own. 

"House?" Madelyn's voice seemed to echo. There was no response, but she did smell something coming from down the hall. She sauntered across the living room and found House cooking. 

"That's Greg to you." He responded with that adorable smirk across his lips. 

Madelyn walked beside him blushing, "Well, Greg, you didn't have to cook for me."

"Oh, I didn't. I just thought plugging in one of those wall fragrances would give the illusion that I was cooking," House corrected, "Kitchen spice? I think it's called..." 

"Perfect." Madelyn told him, giggling. She truly thought it was too, because it's just like House to do something like that. She loved his backwards way of doing things. 

House leaned down toward Madelyn's lips hoping to kiss them, but she quickly pulled away, 

"Not until you tell me what the real food'll be.." She teased.