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Chase/Foreman Recs
I have much more House/Wilson, but I found some awesome Chase/Foreman ficlets.
Inertia by AndreaLyn.
Quotation: Chase, learning, always learning from House, has been gravely curious, wondering what Foreman's lips tasted of, what it would be like to slowly touch his cheek, wondered if Foreman fell to vices like the rest of the human race.
A kiss like two lovers would dance; slow, sure.
Foreman doesn't protest, but it's not him agreeing. It's two shots of tequila and four beers and basic human nature - those carnal sins of pleasure, enjoyment - that kick in and finish the job. It lasts shorter than even the worst one-night stand; a paltry fifteen seconds and it's over.
The damage is already done.
The Best Cure for a Hangover by Megs.
Quotation: "It's my vacation time," Foreman says. "What am I supposed to do?"
"I don't know. I wasn't aware your idea of a vacation was getting pissed and showing up at my flat at two AM," Chase says cheekily, catching a piece of shredded lettuce falling from his mouth with his tongue.
"Shows how much you know," Foreman says. He helps himself to a napkin from a small holder that Chase had placed beside a state-of-the-art toaster and sits at the breakfast bar. "Better than drinking alone."
"You were drinking alone." Foreman ignores Chase and points at a futuristic blender. "You can afford that, but you have to buy me dinner at Carl's Junior?"
"I didn't have to. You got it good. Usually it's McDonald's for me."
Any Port by mercaque.
Quotation: Bile and old vodka, Chase thought. He could identify the smell as soon as the door slammed shut behind him, and before long he was soaking in it, swimming in it, drowning in it.
It was inevitable, he supposed, that one day they would get caught "investigating" a patient's home. Chase had always been the most eager of his colleagues to follow House's hunches, right into other people's living rooms if necessary. And he had blithely brushed off both Foreman's groaning reluctance and Cameron's skittishness as entirely unappreciative of House's genius.
But getting handcuffed, booked, and thrown into a general holding cell - complete with orange jumpsuit - had seriously shaken his opinion.
Our Father by Optimal Flow.
Quotation: Chase had a smudge on his forehead. Normally, Foreman wouldn't have noticed but today Chase was dressed impeccably: matching shoes, dark suit, blue shirt and a tasteful tie. He looked like he was going to a funeral, all except for that damn dark spot on his forehead.
Foreman resisted the urge to wipe it off, knowing Chase would get that pinched look on his face and be sulky for the rest of the day. Still, it bothered him. Why would Chase actually match and, if he took the time to care about his clothes, why would he miss a huge spot on his forehead like that? It didn't make sense.
Inertia by AndreaLyn.
Quotation: Chase, learning, always learning from House, has been gravely curious, wondering what Foreman's lips tasted of, what it would be like to slowly touch his cheek, wondered if Foreman fell to vices like the rest of the human race.
A kiss like two lovers would dance; slow, sure.
Foreman doesn't protest, but it's not him agreeing. It's two shots of tequila and four beers and basic human nature - those carnal sins of pleasure, enjoyment - that kick in and finish the job. It lasts shorter than even the worst one-night stand; a paltry fifteen seconds and it's over.
The damage is already done.
The Best Cure for a Hangover by Megs.
Quotation: "It's my vacation time," Foreman says. "What am I supposed to do?"
"I don't know. I wasn't aware your idea of a vacation was getting pissed and showing up at my flat at two AM," Chase says cheekily, catching a piece of shredded lettuce falling from his mouth with his tongue.
"Shows how much you know," Foreman says. He helps himself to a napkin from a small holder that Chase had placed beside a state-of-the-art toaster and sits at the breakfast bar. "Better than drinking alone."
"You were drinking alone." Foreman ignores Chase and points at a futuristic blender. "You can afford that, but you have to buy me dinner at Carl's Junior?"
"I didn't have to. You got it good. Usually it's McDonald's for me."
Any Port by mercaque.
Quotation: Bile and old vodka, Chase thought. He could identify the smell as soon as the door slammed shut behind him, and before long he was soaking in it, swimming in it, drowning in it.
It was inevitable, he supposed, that one day they would get caught "investigating" a patient's home. Chase had always been the most eager of his colleagues to follow House's hunches, right into other people's living rooms if necessary. And he had blithely brushed off both Foreman's groaning reluctance and Cameron's skittishness as entirely unappreciative of House's genius.
But getting handcuffed, booked, and thrown into a general holding cell - complete with orange jumpsuit - had seriously shaken his opinion.
Our Father by Optimal Flow.
Quotation: Chase had a smudge on his forehead. Normally, Foreman wouldn't have noticed but today Chase was dressed impeccably: matching shoes, dark suit, blue shirt and a tasteful tie. He looked like he was going to a funeral, all except for that damn dark spot on his forehead.
Foreman resisted the urge to wipe it off, knowing Chase would get that pinched look on his face and be sulky for the rest of the day. Still, it bothered him. Why would Chase actually match and, if he took the time to care about his clothes, why would he miss a huge spot on his forehead like that? It didn't make sense.