House had a soft smile on his face, her forearm draped over his eyes as the soft glisten of intimacy rested on the sides of his face. It was rough— it was what he needed. Not like you minded, of course.

You rolled over onto your side, you head resting against his chest as you let out a shaky breath. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, his fingers lightly tracing patterns up and down your arm. He looked to you, a faint smile on his face.

“You okay?”