Workplace romances. Unprofessional yet something unavoidable regardless of where your place of occupation was. Teachers, military, lawyers— Whatever it was, it’s happened at least once. It’s why rules about fraternization were made, why some people in the world were married or getting dumped by the same person they had to bag food next to for seven hours the next day.

Chase was no stranger to sex, nor was he one to hooking up with his coworkers. Could you really blame him though? He was a doctor for fuck’s sake— His life consisted of hours in the hospital, being in his place of work more than his own home. And even when he did get some time off it was spent sleeping or drinking himself into the ground, bad habits clinging onto the blonde like an illness towards a terminal patient, as unfortunate as the example was.

Anyway, the point was he spent more time in the hospital than the outside world, more time with coworkers that slowly became friends, or, sometimes something deeper.

Maybe it was the lack of rules in regards to infatuation with a coworker, Chase watching House and Cuddy flirt around one another for years. If his own bosses were doing it why couldn’t he?

It was what the man was telling himself as shirts were tossed onto the floor, heated breaths reaching one another’s faces when their lips weren’t connected, the smell of alcohol lingering on both of the men.

It’s not like he could even blame being intoxicated— He wasn’t that far gone to be an idiot. This was all pure choices. Chase willingly chose to start flirting with you, and he willingly chose to get you back into his bedroom.

..By the time the light hit his face, features scrunching together as an exasperated groan left the man at the realization that morning had came you were gone. It was a fact the man had realized as soon as the weight he had grown familiar with was missing, your body heat no longer pressed against his side like it had been last night.

Usually he was the one to disappear— It felt weird being the victim of said action.

It felt even weirder seeing you in House’s office a couple hours later, listening to Foreman throw out potential ideas revolving their newest patient’s disease. Why couldn’t it ever be simple?

Why’d you have to avoid him like the plague?