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[loveisenough]

Nothing appeased Alice's guilt about the Wilson Situation. No amount of reading, or burrowing into John's chest, or sleeping, or swimming had assuaged the sick feeling in her gut. Meddling doesn't help. Should've just let the boys fight it out on their own. After another listless afternoon of folding and unfolding herself on her bed, she got up

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"Yeah?" he asked when she mentioned her good grip, his voice still low and nearing a whisper. Wilson was trying to sound unassuming. Just...polite and...agreeable...

His eyes opened when she said the word 'shirtless' and his head tipped foward to survey her hands unfastening his shirt. "I..." The warmth of her pressed up against him was intoxicating and Wilson took a deep breath as his eyes slipped closed again, trying to stay focused on something other than the comfortable weight of Alice against his back. She was right - she'd seen him in the pool. And, as a doctor, he knew that proper massages were done without shirts. It was just a massage.

Nothing to worry about. Even if it was, though, Wilson wasn't sure he'd be able to gather the will power to stop her. Because he...there was so much hurt and exhaustion. The sex with House had shattered something inside of him and he'd felt so alone for so long. In fact, if it wasn't for the Doctor.

"No harm," he echoed, relaxing again. His fingers raised up to where she was working her way down his shirt and brushed against hers before taking over and making quick work of the buttons. Wilson leaned foward and slipped it off his shoulders, pulling it off either arm and tossing it onto the chair he'd been sitting in a few moments ago. He let out a shaky breath and tried to swallow any apprehension down. It was just a damn massage, he repeated to himself. This wasn't sex. It wasn't what House had done with Alice. Or for those reasons.

He slowly leaned back until he felt her against him again, closing his eyes once more. "No harm at all," he added as an afterthought, his tone still low but light.

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"Nope." She looked around for some sort of massage oil, figuring if he conditioned maybe he moisturized. But it was hard to focus when his skin was hot against her fingertips and stomach. She went back to the knot she'd felt before, digging in harder like he'd requested. Doing so required her to lean forward a little, and she felt her lips closer to his ear and neck.

All of her inner bells and alarms were going off, but she told herself that they were just flirting at the worst. Hell, at best she was doing something theraputic - his shoulders really were knotted.

"Like this, James?" She felt her mouth brush over his ear and pulled back a little bit.

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Wilson's pulse was beginning to increase steadily and he could feel the reverberation of his heart thudding against his rib cage. He swallowed thickly, his hands gripping his knees and trying to wipe the sweat off his palms onto the denim of his jeans.

Her hands against his bare skin, warmth against warmth, the soothing burn that the pressure was causing to flood his neck and shoulders...Wilson rolled his arms back slightly as her hands coaxed the tension right out of him. And he could still feel her body against his back, more acutely now than before. Her stomach pressed flush against the small of his back and contrasting with the feeling of the cold air against his chest.

Wilson let out an audible exhale at her words and his head tipped back again, until he could feel his neck resting slightly against her shoulder. Her breath came in waves against his ear and he licked his lips - they remained parted and his chest rose and fell a bit more heavily. Her lips had brushed against the shell of his ear and his instinct was to turn around and feel more of her. Taste her.

But this was just bordering on something and it was still excusable. After everything...all the things he'd thrown at House about casual sex...everything, Wilson was still too aware to lose that kind of control. Didn't stop him from soaking in what was going on, though.

"Yeah," he exhaled, resting his head against her shoulder a bit more. "Yeah. You're...talented." Another quiet grunt escaped his throat and he started breathing through his mouth, the ebb and flow of oxygen loud enough for her to hear just what she was doing to him.

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She smiled a little. Wilson didn't know the half of her talents, not really. If her self-control held out, and it had to, he also never would.

But she watched him and let herself enjoy the moment. It was still mostly innocent, and she was still allowed to do what she was doing. He was relaxing, muscles unfolding like a flower, and she did want to give that to him out of friendship.

When hi head rest against her shoulder, she resisted the urge to lean her head forward and bite on the hollow below his Adam's apple. She felt herself moving forward, hips rocking from side to side ever so slightly, wishing for friction that wouldn't - couldn't - be there. She could tell he could feel it, but she bit down on her lower lip. Her hands remained on his neck.

"Thank you," she murmured. He'd complimented her, and it took a while to register.

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"Well-earned," he replied, his voice low again. Wilson could feel her hips moving slightly and gripped his knees a bit more, trying very hard not to reach behind him and put both his hands on her waist. Return the favor. It just felt so good to be touched by her. His head tilted to the side slightly, pushing his weight back against her a bit more, his face now a few inches from her neck.

They could write this off. It wasn't dangerous. Felt good. Wilson wanted to thank her, gritting his teeth as she tightened her grip on his shoulders a bit.

"God," he whispered, the warmth of his voice against her neck but his eyes remaining closed. "You're really...good at this, Alice." His eyes were screwed up in a mixture of pain and pleasure, his muscles stubbornly releasing bit by bit after all the damage he'd rendered, and he kept his head tilted toward her so she could see him.

He let out another shaky breath against her skin and hummed with satisfaction for a moment before opening his eyes and looking up at her. "Thank you," he said, his voice a bit deeper and somewhat scratchy. He flexed his shoulders underneath her touch and tilted his neck further, smoothing his hair against her skin as he leaned against her heavily.

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His breath was close to her neck, and she felt it when he breathed out. She tried not to reach down and run her fingernails over his stomach, or reach out and suck on an earlobe. She wondered if he'd taste sweet.

Her hips managed to find some sort of rhythm wherein the seam on her jeans was doing something terribly clever, and she tried not to moan in his ear. She was mostly successful, biting her lower lip to muffle herself. She hoped it just sounded like an expression of her wrists or arms growing tired.

"You're welcome, James. I - my wrists are getting a little sore." She squeezed his shoulders gently before dropping her hands to her sides, carefully tucking them underneath her. She didn't want things to progress more than they already had.

"Better?"

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Wilson inhaled through his nose and opened his eyes, straightening when her hands left his shoulders. He sat foward enough to put space between their bodies, but turned his face so he could see her.

He smiled and gave her a knowing look. "Much, much better," he returned, putting effort into making his tone something closer to normal. "They sure lost a good student when you left."

His smile widened and he blinked slowly, acknowledging his thanks, and then stood and reached for his shirt, taking it from the arm of the chair and slipping back into it again.

"I'm...glad you came by, Alice," he said quietly, turning to face her and sitting down once his shirt was buttoned again. "I was afraid I wouldn't be seeing you again."

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"I don't have many friends. And you're... " She tried to think of a word that summed up her initial attraction to him. "You're kind. You're one of those truly gentle people, and I could tell right away."

She stood up and went a few paces away from him to look at his television. Little details intrigued her; for some reason, though it was the same size, the television looked like it might be from a different manufacturer.

She wondered where she should mention John. She didn't want to just blurt it out. Then it seemed like the backrub had been something more than a friendly gesture. But if she didn't say it, she felt things could spiral out of control. She was still flushed, and he was terribly attractive when he was earnest.

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Wilson clicked his tongue at her next compliment, but tilted his head to the side and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Well, 'many friends' isn't necessarily something worth having," he assured her, his lips still curved into a small smile. "As for me...I'm glad you consider me one. Kind and gentle? You'll ruin my bad boy reputation." He grinned again and watched her study the TV.

He furrowed his brow. "Okay?" he asked quietly. God, he didn't want her to feel uncomfortable. He should've kept himself in check. Perhaps that had been stupid of him to allow. "Something wrong?"

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"Just think we might have different TVs." She smiled her best 'not a damn thing is wrong, I'm fine' smile and shrugged. "Why would the Hotel give us different TVs?"

She sat back down on his bed, but not as close to him. "And bad boy reputation? What did you do, steal some gum when you were five?" She couldn't help laughing a little. "You're a sweetheart, James. I think everyone can see that."

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Wilson's concern left his face in favor of curiousity and he stood, walking over toward her and the television. "Seriously?" he asked, sounding confused. "How very unhelpful and insanity-provoking of them. You think they make this stuff up as they go? Just to torture us?" He shook his head but his face remained bright.

He bit his lower lip and put his hands on his hips, pulling a dramatically offended face and scoffing loudly. "What? Oh, c'mon. I'm right up there with Dillinger." The act faded and he shrugged, chuckling. "And I'll have you know I stole an action figure at the age of four. By five I'd moved on to...registers." He coughed loudly and crossed his arms, trying to keep a straight face.

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"Action figure?" She laughed, one hand covering her mouth as to not offend. "Oh, James. Even when you were a kid, I bet you were adorable." She moved back closer to him to readjust his hair again. It had gotten mussed at some point while she'd rubbed his shoulders.

"Promise me you won't get that stressed again. I know a life on the lam can be tense, but do something to relax yourself next time." She winked and grinned at him, wondering what in the hell he'd ever seen in House.

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He wasn't offended by her amusement, partially offering himself up for that purpose at the moment. Plus, Wilson enjoyed hearing her laugh. Ooh. Careful, said the voice. He took another deep breath, smelling her as she ran a hand through his hair.

"Promise?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "I'll give it a shot, but I'm sure you're familiar with the fact that stress has a car. Follows you. Not the other way around." He winked back and resisted the urge to reach foward and pull her against him. Easy, Wilson.

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"If you start getting that stressed again, call someone to rub it out. Or me. I could, in a pinch."

She sighed hard, wishing she didn't believe in honesty as much as she did.

"You know," she swallowed, "if I weren't with someone, I'd let you fuck me into your mattress. There's... something here, and if I was single, I'd let you explore it. But I love him too much to, and I can't. I'm sorry." She tiptoed up to kiss him on the cheek, smiling. "But if we could stay friends, I'd like that very much. Wow. I'm a bitch and a cocktease."

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"Oh," he said flatly, blinking once or twice. It wasn't that he was crushed with dissapointment...it was just the bluntness and Alice coming right out and saying it. "No, that's fine. Right. Sure." He nodded and smiled at her sincerely.

"Don't call yourself those things, I'll have to defend your honor and kick your ass," he joked, resting a hand on her shoulder again like he had earlier. "And of course we're friends."

Wilson leaned foward and pressed his lips gently against her forehead.

"Anything you need," he said quietly, only drawing back from her enough to see her face. "You just say the word. Understand?"

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Alice let her hand rest over his, smiling a little at the kiss on her forehead. "I understand." She reached out to stroke his face, fingers playing over a tiny patch of skin. There would be stubble there the next day if he didn't shave, but she knew he would.

"I know that came out... strange, but I believe in honesty, and I didn't want... another situation I'd have to apologize for." She kissed him on the nose. "I'm many things, but I've never cheated. Not once."