Fic: Wake Up
Title: Wake Up
Fandom: House MD
Pairing: Kutner/Amber, House/Wilson, Wilson/Amber (implied)
Word Count: 650
Rating: R
Note: Written for
oh_so_emily , who said Kutner has a naughty dream about Amber. Extra points if someone finds out.
Everything is dark, completely pitch black, and he begins to wonder what in the world is going on, and asks, out loud, where the hell he is, but then the darkness is filled with skin and sweat and heat, and he totally forgets any questions that may have been plaguing him.
Her soft lips wrap around him, causing him to mutter nothing but gibberish and cries and oh gods. He feels her grin around him, and that makes it even better, drives him further into that pleasure-induced haze he's currently letting his mind fall into.
She sits up, and all he can see is her. Her laughing blue eyes, her smirking pink lips, her pale skin, her tousled blonde hair.
'Mmm, Amber,' he mumbles as she kisses him, and everything fades to black once again.
'Oh, Amber, is it?' A familiar voice invades his thoughts, breaks through the haze, and Kutner wakes with a jolt. He casts a startled look over in the direction of the voice, and sees House grinning perversely at him. 'Normally,' House says. 'I would be all for falling asleep at work, but I will have to draw the line at anyone other than me getting off in the middle of the conference room.'
Kutner blushes slightly and glances around, making sure nobody else was there to witness his embarrassing lapse of judgement. Nobody is, and Kutner almost sighs with relief, but then Wilson enters the room and his world feels like collapsing in on itself.
'I have to go.' He all but squeaks the words out as he hastily gets up, and gets out, going anywhere, anywhere but where House and Wilson are, and oh god, Wilson is going to kill him if he finds out what Kutner had been dreaming about.
'What was that about?' Wilson asks House, clearly confused by Kutner's actions. House's only reply is that grin he gets when he knows something, usually a very juicy something, and Wilson grins a little. 'Tell me.'
House quickly rehashes the events from earlier, making a point of explaining every single odd noise Kutner made, and exaggerating everything down to the last minute detail. When he is done, Wilson can't help but laugh.
'He totally thinks you're going to murder him, from the way he ran out of here at the sight of you.' House's voice is filled with a sort of mirth Wilson loves hearing.
Wilson shakes his head. 'You always choose the most ridiculous people as fellows, I swear.'
An hour or so later, Kutner is dragged down the hallway in front of the conference room by Thirteen. 'What do you mean you can't go back in there?' she demands when he starts refusing to enter the room.
Kutner makes a nod toward Wilson, who is comfortably seated at the glass table, talking to House. 'He's going to kill me,' Kutner whispers. House notices Kutner and Thirteen outside the door, and he slowly draws a finger over his throat, pointing at Wilson after the dramatic gesture is finished. This clearly means death is imminent to Kutner, who is finally pulled through the door.
'Why would Wilson kill you?'
'He had a sex dream about Amber earlier,' House and Wilson say at the same time. They grin at each other for a moment before returning to their previous conversation.
'You had a sex dream at work?' Thirteen looks totally scandalised by the mere thought of that, and shakes her head at Kutner. 'You are unbelievable.'
Kutner, who seems to realise he is not at risk of dying a slow and painful death, nods happily. 'You're right, totally unbelievable.'
Thirteen rolls her eyes and sits down. Kutner knows he'll probably get more shit from her later, but for now, he wants nothing more than to revel in how very much not-dead he is right now.
Fandom: House MD
Pairing: Kutner/Amber, House/Wilson, Wilson/Amber (implied)
Word Count: 650
Rating: R
Note: Written for
oh_so_emily , who said Kutner has a naughty dream about Amber. Extra points if someone finds out.
Everything is dark, completely pitch black, and he begins to wonder what in the world is going on, and asks, out loud, where the hell he is, but then the darkness is filled with skin and sweat and heat, and he totally forgets any questions that may have been plaguing him.
Her soft lips wrap around him, causing him to mutter nothing but gibberish and cries and oh gods. He feels her grin around him, and that makes it even better, drives him further into that pleasure-induced haze he's currently letting his mind fall into.
She sits up, and all he can see is her. Her laughing blue eyes, her smirking pink lips, her pale skin, her tousled blonde hair.
'Mmm, Amber,' he mumbles as she kisses him, and everything fades to black once again.
'Oh, Amber, is it?' A familiar voice invades his thoughts, breaks through the haze, and Kutner wakes with a jolt. He casts a startled look over in the direction of the voice, and sees House grinning perversely at him. 'Normally,' House says. 'I would be all for falling asleep at work, but I will have to draw the line at anyone other than me getting off in the middle of the conference room.'
Kutner blushes slightly and glances around, making sure nobody else was there to witness his embarrassing lapse of judgement. Nobody is, and Kutner almost sighs with relief, but then Wilson enters the room and his world feels like collapsing in on itself.
'I have to go.' He all but squeaks the words out as he hastily gets up, and gets out, going anywhere, anywhere but where House and Wilson are, and oh god, Wilson is going to kill him if he finds out what Kutner had been dreaming about.
'What was that about?' Wilson asks House, clearly confused by Kutner's actions. House's only reply is that grin he gets when he knows something, usually a very juicy something, and Wilson grins a little. 'Tell me.'
House quickly rehashes the events from earlier, making a point of explaining every single odd noise Kutner made, and exaggerating everything down to the last minute detail. When he is done, Wilson can't help but laugh.
'He totally thinks you're going to murder him, from the way he ran out of here at the sight of you.' House's voice is filled with a sort of mirth Wilson loves hearing.
Wilson shakes his head. 'You always choose the most ridiculous people as fellows, I swear.'
An hour or so later, Kutner is dragged down the hallway in front of the conference room by Thirteen. 'What do you mean you can't go back in there?' she demands when he starts refusing to enter the room.
Kutner makes a nod toward Wilson, who is comfortably seated at the glass table, talking to House. 'He's going to kill me,' Kutner whispers. House notices Kutner and Thirteen outside the door, and he slowly draws a finger over his throat, pointing at Wilson after the dramatic gesture is finished. This clearly means death is imminent to Kutner, who is finally pulled through the door.
'Why would Wilson kill you?'
'He had a sex dream about Amber earlier,' House and Wilson say at the same time. They grin at each other for a moment before returning to their previous conversation.
'You had a sex dream at work?' Thirteen looks totally scandalised by the mere thought of that, and shakes her head at Kutner. 'You are unbelievable.'
Kutner, who seems to realise he is not at risk of dying a slow and painful death, nods happily. 'You're right, totally unbelievable.'
Thirteen rolls her eyes and sits down. Kutner knows he'll probably get more shit from her later, but for now, he wants nothing more than to revel in how very much not-dead he is right now.