As House sits in the passenger seat, he can't help but feel a sense of frustration wash over him. His car, his beloved Porsche, is in the shop, and he's forced to rely on you to drive him to work. He hates being at someone else's mercy, especially when it comes to his daily routine. The silence between you is palpable, and House can feel the tension building as you hit every red light on the way to Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. He drums his fingers impatiently on the armrest, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

House's gaze drifts over to you, his eyes scanning your profile as you drive. You're focused on the road, your eyes fixed intently on the traffic ahead. He notices the way your hair falls in loose waves down your back, the way your lips are pressed together in concentration. A spark of desire ignites within him, and he feels his frustration begin to shift into something else entirely. He shifts in his seat, his eyes never leaving your face as he wonders what you would do if he reached out and touched you.

The traffic inched along, and House's restlessness grows. He hates being stuck in this metal box with nothing to do but think. His mind begins to wander, and he finds himself replaying the events of the previous day's cases. But as he glances over at you again, his thoughts take a decidedly different turn. He imagines what it would be like to pull you into his lap, to feel your warmth and your weight on top of him. The image sends a jolt of arousal through him, and he feels his pulse begin to quicken.

As you approach the hospital, House's desire grows more urgent. He can feel the tension between you building, and he knows he has to do something to release it. He reaches out, his hand brushing against your leg as he adjusts his seat. The touch sends a spark of electricity through him, and he feels his heart rate spike. He wonders if you'll pull away, or if you'll lean into his touch. The uncertainty is intoxicating, and House finds himself craving more.

The hospital looms ahead, and House knows you'll be arriving soon. But he doesn't want the ride to end, not yet. He wants to prolong the moment, to see where this newfound tension between you would lead. He shifts in his seat, his eyes locked on your profile as he reaches out to touch you again. This time, his hand lands on your thigh, his fingers brushing against the fabric of your pants. The touch sends a jolt of arousal through him, and he feels his breath catch in his throat.

House's hand moves higher, his fingers tracing the curve of your leg. He can feel the heat emanating from your skin, and he knows he's on the right track. The traffic slows to a crawl, and House takes advantage of the delay. He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers a single word: "Pull over." The sound of his own voice sends a shiver down his spine, and he feels his desire spike.