Hi. You've reached Stacy Warner. Apparently, I can't come to the phone right now, but if you leave me a message, I'll probably get back to you. And if you leave a message detailing how I can get out of here, I'll get back to you faster. Thank you.

Stacy sighed. It was eleven in the morning, and Greg still hadn't woken up.

She'd already made breakfast for herself, and she hadn't bothered making any for him because he'd gotten home late last night, because of work. It would have gotten cold. But it was their six month anniversary today, and she wanted to somehow mark it.

Stacy had never been the type to worry too much about anniversaries, but for some reason, this one was different. She and Greg had been through quite a bit in those first six months-- moving in, the first real date, the first fight, the second fight, and the third-- and that they'd still survived it all, and didn't want to kill each other, seemed like a momentous occasion. Or something like that.

But he wasn't awake yet. And she was getting impatient.

So she went to the bedroom, tugging at the covers and leaning over him.

"Greg. Come on."

Yeah, not dead. Was just dying of the schoolwork. But it's over now.

Those of those that have been reading the rp with dr_greghouse_md, don't worry-- that's not dead, either. The mun for House has just been moving, and therefore has had no internet. We will be continuing that in the next few days.

Thank you,
Stacy-mun.

Web love quest man loses £16,000.

I don't usually say this, but...people are idiots. Why would he do something like that? TWICE?

Damn it, Greg.

I want to be able to drop it. I really do. But...damn it.

Obviously, this whole prompt is written OOC.

Mun Prompt 6: Does your muse engage in and/or enjoy sex? Discuss your muse's sexual behavior and conduct.

This is such a great question. Ha.

My muse does engage in sex, and she enjoys it very, very much. She particularly enjoys it with dr_greghouse_md, though she really, really shouldn't. Stacy, I would assume, does have sex with her husband, Mark Warner. Nobody's RPing him, though (hey, it'd be fun if someone did), so I'm left to kind of make my own canon on that. I assume that their relationship would be a little strained after everything that happened in canon, so the sex is kind of sporadic.

But anyway.

Her sexual behavior and conduct depends a lot on who she's with. She was in a relationship with House for five years, and the two of them were probably very intense. Stacy's a very...hands-on person when it comes to sex, and she has no problem taking control of the situation. She's open to experimentation, though nothing too crazy. She's not much for talking during sex, either, but there might be minimal conversation-- again, depending on who she's with. She and House probably talked more during sex than she and Mark do now. She thinks that a big part of sex is trust, and once she trusts the person, she can be quite...uninhibited, if you will.

Bottom line: Yes, she enjoys sex very much. And right now, in the canon I've got in my mind, she wishes she was having more of it.

Well, that was fun.

Muse: Stacy Warner (OOC)
Fandom: House, MD
Words: 232

Apparently, this is how this works:

1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
2. I respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better. If I already know you well, the question will be more intimate.
3. You will update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

Interview meme from lovely_damage:

1. How are things with Mark?
They're all right; he's recovered, for the most part, from his surgery. And he's back to work, which he's missed. So he's spending a lot of time at school, but he and I, we're fine. Again, for the most part. We still fight, sometimes, but that's normal. And that's all I can really say-- it's our marriage, and I don't need to go spilling everything for everyone to hear.

2. What was House like?
He was...pretty much the same. He was still rude, didn't do anything around the house, was honest even when I didn't want him to be. I didn't expect to see him again, and I didn't expect to move in with him after a week. But he did have his moments. And that's all I'm going to say about that, too.

3. What made you decide to be a lawyer?
I was young, and I liked to argue with people, and I liked being right. That was what it originally started as, and then the reasons actually became real when I took some more law classes in high school, and decided I enjoyed learning it, and wanted to do more around it.

4. Are you ever coming back to Princeton?
I might, if work takes me there, or I go to see some friends. I come back sometimes to have dinner with Wilson, catch up on things. But if you mean permanently, probably not.

5. Do you feel guilty about anything?
A lot of things, as everyone does. Though I think you're probably after something specific. I regret leaving Greg. That's not to say that I regret marrying Mark-- not in the slightest. It's just the manner in which I left

Stacy arrived a little early at the restaurant, and sat on a bench near the entrance to wait for Wilson, crossing her legs and brushing her hands against the material of her skirt. It had been a while since the two of them had gone to dinner, or had any kind of interaction that didn't involve Greg being the focus of the conversation in some way or another. And she was looking forward to getting back to some kind of tentative normalcy.

She put her bag down beside her on the bench, looking out at the sidewalk. It was starting to get darker, and a little cooler, so she drew her jacket around herself and leaned back to wait.

Prompt: You just woke up and found yourself in bed with the very LAST person(s) you ever expected to. How did this happen, is this real, and now what will you do?

OOC: Excuse the crack-ness of this. =). I suppose that in canon, it would have happened around 2x08, "The Mistake."

( When you wake up, he's sitting on the edge of the bed, studying you, and your eyes widen )

Muse: Stacy Warner.
Fandom: House, MD.
Words: 650.

Hypothetically. When two people are kissing and the women starts to get... suffice it to say, very interested in continuing the proceedings elsewhere, the wrong thing to say for the man is: "I'm tired now."

Not fun.

This.

It's one of those things that's always in the back of your mind, even though you've moved on and accepted it. I've moved on. But it doesn't mean I can't regret how I dealt with it.

dr_greghouse_md , I know it'll be difficult, but try not to mock me. I'm not in the mood.

OOC: Yes, I know it's short. But she just wouldn't say anything else.

Muse: Stacy Warner.
Fandom: House, MD.
Words: 54.

They’re home on a Saturday morning.

When she pushes the door of their house open and Mark follows her inside, she thinks that it should feel different.

She should feel relieved, relieved to finally be coming home with her husband. And she does. But it’s not the same. Her husband is in a wheelchair and most of the time, he’s angry and irritable because of those damn meetings he goes to. And her therapy’s been doing nothing to help her deal with it.

( But they’re starting again. She and Mark. Her husband, Mark. )

Muse: Stacy Warner
Fandom: House, MD
Words: 345

OOC: This is pre-infarction House/Stacy. A project. So nobody gets confused and stuff.

Stacy loved Saturday mornings.

The work week was over and she'd moved in on Thursday, their day off, but she had been incredibly tired, what with work and unpacking everything, but it was all done. She had moved in, and this was their place now. Their home. And that should have felt strange to say, because she hadn't even known him for two weeks. But she'd tried to stop dwelling on that. Because it just felt right. Last night, they'd spent by themselves, ordering in and watching a hockey game, then a movie that she'd hated but couldn't remember the ending of. And they'd slept in again.

When she rolled over in bed, she smiled, feeling his hand resting on her hip. They'd fallen asleep late last night, and he wasn't up yet. So she rolled out of bed first, letting him stay there and sleep. She didn't think he'd take too kindly to being woken up, anyway. She brushed her lips against his jaw and then shifted out of bed, grabbing a sweatshirt of his and sliding into it.

She moved to the kitchen to start breakfast.

If there is at least one person on your friends list you would like to take, strip naked, tie them to a bed post, lick them until they scream, then fuck make love to them until both of you are senseless and unable to fuck make love anymore, then wait about five minutes and do it all over again, then post this exact sentence in YOUR journal.

...

Um. Because I'm allowed to be sexually frustrated?

I stole this from Greg. Because I can and I'm bored.

And it's quite right about most things, actually.

( I am an eight, apparently. )

In truth, you have absolutely no idea what you're waiting for. Or really, maybe that's a lie. You're waiting for someone to make a decision for you, because whenever you tried to make it, you've made the wrong one. You've made the wrong one and ended up in the hospital twice, with two different men, one of whom couldn't forgive you for it. You don't know what you want anymore; or maybe that's a lie, too. It depends on how much alcohol you've consumed or how tired and nostalgic you may be. Mark is what's safe. He loves you and worships you and doesn't really know any better because you saved him. And he could forgive you for it. But Greg, Greg drove you insane, in every way possible, and you fought on a regular basis. But you loved him. There's no rationale for it. You loved him; you still do. But you hate him, too. And he's made it clear that he couldn't forgive you for what you did. But you don't regret it, and you've never told him that, if you had the choice, you'd do the same thing, if it would save his life. You were selfish, because you wanted him to live.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

You're waiting for someone to make a decision for you. Or--

Or perhaps, that's already been done. Greg made that decision for you. He told you to go back to your husband, told you he didn't want you to stay with him, and you'd never felt so goddamn angry in your life. But you were relieved. Because that saved you from making the decision, and telling Mark that yes, everything he was worried about, it happened. So, really, the decision has already been made for you. You're waiting to see if it was the right one. To see if you can live with it.

Muse: Stacy Warner
Fandom: House, MD
Words: 312

OOC: This is set the night after this post.

Mark comes home at eleven in the evening, and it’s dark by the time you pick him up from the airport and take him home with you. Where you feel you have to be. Where you want home to be.

When you get home, the two of you talk about how it was—he went to visit his parents—and then go to bed, because you’re exhausted, and when you settle into bed together, he smiles at you and gestures for you to come closer.

“Come here,” he says, and then reaches for you.

When he touches you, you almost flinch. But he doesn’t notice it because he’s Mark and he accepts these things without condition. And it’s why you love him—he doesn’t let the details drive him crazy. But he’s not—



Muse: Stacy Warner
Fandom: House, MD
Words: 630