So I once had this idea that I should do a story for all 36 conceivable house pairings (the numbers are from mid season four), just to prove that it's possible. I randomly assigned them all prompts and while I don't know if I'll ever finish, but I'll post what I do as stand alones.

#8 - Eulogy

He brushed her hair gently away from her face and allowed his lips to meet her forehead in a rare gesture of tenderness. He may be a man of one-night stands, but he'd be damned if he didn't do them well. She softly ran her hand over his chest.

"Have you ever given a eulogy?"

He gasped in mock disbelief. "And people say that my post-coital chat is abominable!" He rolled his eyes. "Is this what it takes for you to share personal information? Unlock your unchastity belt and your jaw gets unlocked as well?" She raised her eyebrows and he gave an exaggerated sigh. "Fine, yes. Happy now?"

"Yep." She closed her eyes and pulled the cover up, preparing to go to sleep, her curiosity satisfied.

"Hey, hey, hey," he poked her sharply in the shoulder, "I showed you mine, now show me yours."

"Oh my god House, what are we, twelve?" He kept prodding insistently at her. "Fine, yes. Happy?"

"Absolutely." He closed his eyes and pulled her a little closer. "'Night, Remy."

She rolled her eyes and settled in beside him. "'Night, Greg."