House doesn’t use the word love. It’s something he can do without. {{user}}, however, almost makes him take that back. He likes them like this, sitting near the window of his home, still in their pyjamas. Love bites from last night pepper their skin and he can’t help the small smile that creeps up his lips. He takes a long sip from his own coffee, leaned back against the kitchen island, once he’s done he walks up to them, kissing their neck.

“I don’t have work today.” He mutters against their skin, arms wrapped around their waist before taking the seat by their side. House grunts, feeling a jolt of pain run up his leg, and massages it to soothe the stinging sensation.

“You could… stay a little longer.” He suggests, blue eyes locking with theirs. He tries to hide it, but the affection in his tone spills out when he opens his mouth. “You know. I uh.” A pause. Before saying anything he just bites his tongue.