Dining In
Who: Wilson, House (closed)
Where: Wilson's apartment
What: Wilson cooks dinner and House comes over.
When: Monday 22nd May, 7pm
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Where: Wilson's apartment
What: Wilson cooks dinner and House comes over.
When: Monday 22nd May, 7pm
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He tilted his head back when House's fingers brushed through his hair, looking at House's perpetually smirking face. His smile relaxed into something less amused and closer to loving, even as House kept creating stupid phrases. He snorted finally in response to the last bit, but began sliding his hand up and down House's side in long, slow strokes.
"That would imply I've been left surprised and overly impressed by your sexual prowess," Wilson replied wryly, his expression shifting into a more relaxed state of appreciation and affection where his emotions toward House were concerned. "Wouldn't you prefer that I always suspected as much?" Wilson pushed up slightly using his elbow and leaned over House, dropping kisses along his jaw and then burying his nose in House's hair.
"I always suspected as much," he whispered lowly into House's ear, still stroking his hand over House's ribs. It was fine with him that House was equally as pleased with the sex they'd just had. Wilson was still buzzing from head to toe anyway. And the amount of love he felt for House branched off into a few different things, leaving him feeling both grateful and protective of House. Wilson lifted his face enough to look House in the eye and let himself smile again before dipping back down to kiss the side of House's face some more.
Wilson nuzzled against House's ear. "Love you," he murmured.
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His smirk softened to match the look Wilson was giving him, dropping his hand from Wilson's hair to his shoulder as Wilson leaned over him. He craned his neck to grant Wilson better access to his jaw, rubbing his shoulder tenderly. Then he raised his brows in interest when Wilson confirmed he had always suspected as much.
"Oh, really?" House inquired. "Always? Or are you talking the time frame of the last few months kind of 'always'? Because that's technically not 'always', unless you're trying to tell me you've pondered my sexual prowess for the last seventeen years."
He smirked at Wilson when Wilson pulled back to look at him, though then returned the tender smile he was given. He closed his eyes when Wilson leaned back down to kiss the side of his cheek, lifting his hand to cup the back of Wilson's head at Wilson's last two murmured words.
"That works, too," House replied in a murmur, nudging his face back against Wilson's in a silent communication of saying 'Love you, too'. "Probably more than 'stupendously incredible' does."
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He tucked his face in against House's neck and chest, letting his eyes close for a second. "I think your ego is sufficiently stroked without discussing my pondering your sexual prowess." Wilson slipped his arm further around House and tried to tug him closer. "Mm," he hummed, savoring House's warmth and feeling the rise and fall of his chest.
Cuddling wasn't a word Wilson was fond of. At all, really. He didn't like it anymore than 'stupendously'. House was an exception to every rule, these days, though. The desire to be pressed up against House was too strong to ignore, though, and Wilson didn't care about House teasing him right now. He didn't have much room to talk. They were sharing a lot of the same feelings and he knew it. "Seventeen years. Definitely made up for any and all missed opportunities tonight," Wilson muttered quietly, grinning now that his face was hidden. "There. Happy?"
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He stroked his hand from Wilson's neck down to his arm. He just grinned at Wilson's comment about his ego and let his eyes fall shut as he focused on the warmth of Wilson's body up against his. No, House wasn't fond of the term 'cuddling', either, and would surely protest against any claim that he did tend to cuddle or snuggle after sex.
That, however, didn't stop him from moving his arm underneath Wilson's neck to urge Wilson to shift nearer, and wrapping his arm around Wilson's shoulder to hold him close. He pulled a thoughtful if not speculative look at Wilson's next words.
"Hmm," he mused. "So, I just blew your mind with seventeen years' worth of sex, rolled into one single performance." He paused. "I suppose that's sufficient."
He grinned as he turned his head, pressing his smile into Wilson's hair. He closed his eyes and rubbed Wilson's arm idly, lying in silence for a short while. "It's still early, you know," he eventually said. "Not planning on calling it a night already, are you?"
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"Nuh uh," Wilson assured him distractedly before licking a short line along House's collar bone. "I'm very much here, actually."
He could taste House and feel him and breathe him in, and that sent another rush of protectiveness through Wilson for some reason. His fingers brushed back up House's chest, pausing to massage his nipple again.
"Not that tired," Wilson added quietly, lips moving against House's skin as he spoke. "Still in recovery. You?"
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"Mmm," he then murmured, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He lifted his hand and dropped it to the back of Wilson's head, his fingers lightly stroking Wilson's hair. "Still in recovery, I think."
He moved his hand down to the back of Wilson's neck and squeezed it to get him to shift up further, and lifted his chin to lightly kiss Wilson's lips. Being he was almost fully on his back and comfortable, he encouraged Wilson to move on top of him more by wrapping his arm around him and tugging on him. He then deepened the kiss once Wilson was draped over him, chest against chest.
Once the kiss naturally tapered off, House lifted his hand and pulled Wilson down so that his head was resting against the crook of House's neck. House stroked his fingers down the length of Wilson's back as he stared absently up at the ceiling.
"I wonder when Cuddy's trial is," he said after a long, comfortable stretch of silence.
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Lord, he was entirely too entertained by the sound of blood rushing through arteries. Funny thing about it was Wilson couldn't remember the last lapse of quiet the two of them had shared comfortably. He lifted his head enough to study House's face, remarkably aware of the way House kept touching him. Calm, idle fingers painting lines up and down his spine while Wilson memorized the look House was wearing. The way the lines on his brow held that thoughtful expression without seeming troubled. House always had a problem to chew on, sure, but every once in a while Wilson would catch him just thinking. Thinking without the frown or the strained glint in his eyes.
When House spoke it confirmed what Wilson had observed and he dropped his eyes, noticing that his own finger was drawing lazy circles in the curve of House's shoulder. "Shouldn't be much longer, should it?" he replied, looking back up at House's face. "I mean, the sooner the better. Although I doubt she's thinking that."
Wilson turned his head so that his face tucked in closer to House's jaw, letting his eyes drift to his dresser and the bedroom wall. "It'll be better for her, the quicker it's come and gone. There's no way that guy's gonna walk." His finger stopped tracing circles into House's skin for a moment and Wilson became aware of clenching his jaw and frowning slightly. This was becoming a rather frequent response to any thoughts of what happened to Cuddy. It angered him more than he realized, now. After the fact, the shock and initial fear for Cuddy's safety gone, Wilson couldn't dwell on anything but how furious the guy made him. It outraged him, went against everything he'd always known about treating women with respect and courtesy. Plus, it wasn't just anyone - this was Cuddy. He relaxed his expression and went back to his invisible doodling of House's shoulder. "I'll talk to her about it. Still need to give my birthday wishes, albeit after the fact."
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He fell silent for a few moments as he let his mind wander over what had happened in the office with Cuddy. Despite everything, how awkward the aftermath of their threesome had been, House's eventual realisation of how nasty he'd been to her - he was concerned about Cuddy. Seeing her get almost upset when he gave her that present--
He pressed his lips together when Wilson suddenly mentioned her birthday at that very point. He considered for about a tenth of a second to tell Wilson that he'd given Cuddy a present from Wilson and himself, and then dismissed it. He felt uncomfortable enough giving the thing to her, let alone discussing it with Wilson.
"Think birthdays are the last thing on her mind right now," he said. "Who wants to be congratulated for reaching one year closer to death while occupied with a trial like that?" He paused and started frowning when he recalled Cuddy reminding him of how he'd said the whole thing was her fault. Now that he had clear hindsight, he felt pretty guilty about that.
"I had a hunch something was going on. The flowers, the guy supposedly meeting her at work for lunch... Something just felt off. The guy was getting too interested and Cuddy..." He trailed off and paused again, and then said, "I really didn't want to be right."
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That was the way Wilson's mind worked. It scanned the horizon of a problem in its entirety and saught out the remaining threats. Maybe it had something to do with being an oncologist. Or maybe that was his nature and oncology was a result of that. Either way, it never resulted in anything but a tight bundle of nerves and too many thoughts. This wasn't a patient or a case, though. And no amount of agonizing would change the fact that there was nothing Wilson could do to better the situation.
It occured to him that he didn't want to be thinking about this right now. The stupid feelings of guilt he couldn't talk himself out of experiencing. Like there was anything he could've done. Paid closer attention. Or maybe something he could be doing better now. But he knew better than to think anything could fix this. Cuddy would have his support, he'd be there for her and Wilson knew House would be too. Regardless of everything that had happened, they'd be there, he told himself. That was something, wasn't it?
"Maybe next time you decide to visit the bar for some downtime, you could invite her for a beer," Wilson joked absently, snorting. He nuzzled against House's neck, pressing a soft kiss against his jaw. He closed his eyes again, rubbing the muscles in House's arm. "Hey, we'll all go. Get some bartender blues therapy. Celebrate the guy getting put away," he added before an amused smile crossed his face. "As if she'd ever set foot in a bar."
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God, looking back on it now: how had this whole thing turned into such a mess? It was all on the path of slowly working itself out now, very slowly, but that didn't stop House from feeling a whole mix of emotions about everything that had happened.
Just about to say something along the lines of where the damage did and didn't end, House suddenly tensed up when Wilson mentioned the next time he went to a bar. Just those words were enough to make all the guilt hiding in the back of his mind to come crashing over him like a big wave; the rest of Wilson's words went somewhat unheard as House's ears rushed with the sudden increase of his pulse, and his skin flushed and prickled heatedly with shame. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit...
He licked his lips as he frantically tried to come up with a response - and realised that he'd paused longer than he intended. He'd stopped caressing Wilson's back, too. He felt utterly frozen, like a deer caught in the headlights.
"Of course Cuddy would set foot in a bar," House finally said with an over-emphatic scoff, in attempt to sound completely unfazed by what Wilson said. "She's not exactly a prude."
He opened his mouth to say something to add to that and then licked his lips again. Oh god, oh shit.
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Not exactly a prude? What? Of course Cuddy wasn't a prude. Where had House even gotten that from?
He lifted his head to look House in the eye, noticing House's hand had stilled, and frowned when he saw the edgy look in House's gaze. "... Okay," Wilson replied, drawing out the 'kay' while raising his eyebrows and blanking his face to show his confusion. "That's not what I meant..."
House looked strange and his whole frame was tense. Wilson craned his neck to lean in closer, a momentary smile appearing again but instantly disappearing because as the seconds ticked by the air felt thicker. "I just meant she's not usually up for that sort of casual atmos-- House, what's the matter?" Wilson quickly propped himself up in an attempt to get House to look him in the eye, his frown deepening. After so many years, Wilson knew House's expressions. He could read House extremely well, but the shift in mood had been so abrupt and uncalled for he had a hard time feeling anything but baffled. The only thing Wilson could reach for was that talking about Cuddy might've caused something to shake loose, maybe from the talk she and House had shared that afternoon? But House had told him there was nothing to worry about. "Everything okay?"
It didn't occur to Wilson that he'd already asked House that once before earlier in the evening. He was too focused on House's face to think about anything but the present.
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Nothing happened, though, he reminded himself. Nothing happened between himself and Cade, so what was there to be so uptight about? The part where he'd lied to Wilson, that was what. The part where lying made it look like something had happened. The part where House had entertained something happening between Cade and himself, just out of curiosity. Oh god, oh shit.
He distractedly darted his eyes towards Wilson when Wilson shifted up onto his elbows to look down at him. He didn't want to meet Wilson's eyes: he looked at his chin, first, then his mouth, his left cheek. Finally he met Wilson's eyes and instantly almost looked away again out of sheer guilt.
"Of course," he said, resuming a little more composure now that the worst of his surprise at being caught off guard had passed. He flashed Wilson a smile that he hoped was convincingly reassuring as he ran his hand up Wilson's back. "Just... thinking, you know. About all the stuff that's happened recently. You know how it's been."
He lowered his eyes to Wilson's lips so he didn't have to maintain eye contact, and craned his neck up to kiss Wilson.
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He listened without saying anything but didn't return House's smile, although House saying he was just dwelling on everything took away the sharp anxiety Wilson felt. To some extent. As far as he was concerned, though, he hadn't said anything about the stuff that had happened lately. Nothing that would warrant House freezing up like that.
Wilson blinked and tried to think of what to say, but found himself being kissed. It took him a second to respond but he soon felt compelled to kiss back if for no other reason than how concerned he was. Maybe as an attempt to assure House that whatever he was troubled by concerning the rough times they'd experienced recently, Wilson was there and it would be okay.
Especially after what they'd just shared. Whatever stuff had happened, Wilson was sure it would be okay. So he deepened the kiss, his lips firm and his tongue insistently stroking against House's own. It caught him off guard and confused him, but whatever it was about Cuddy that caused House's tension didn't matter as much as making that tension go away.
Once the kiss slowed to a stop, Wilson hesitantly opened his eyes, pulling back just enough to look at House's face. With his weight on one arm, he brought his other hand up to the side of House's head, his thumb sweeping over House's cheek.
He tried a reassuring smile, forcing the confused expression away. "Yeah, I know. We'll get through it," he said quietly, but firmly. Wilson looked at House seriously then, as if trying to communicate that he loved him and not to doubt that they'd be okay. "Really we will. Don't worry."
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He felt sudden relief when Wilson began to return the kiss more passionately. House gladly deepened the kiss still, like he was trying to communicate how much Wilson really did mean to him. Or maybe because he was feeling guilty and wanting to crush the guilt again. He didn't want the kiss to end, or at least wanted Wilson's face to be completely wiped clear of that bemused expression - which it wasn't, House noticed, when the kiss finally did end.
He reached up with his hand much the same as the way Wilson had reached for his, and cupped Wilson's cheek with his palm. He mimicked the way Wilson ran his thumb over his cheek by doing the same to Wilson and then threaded his fingers through Wilson's hair. He felt caught between wanting to escape that questioning look Wilson was giving him, and wanting to completely snuff any guilt and all of Wilson's doubt with passion again.
Letting his hand slide free from Wilson's hair, he dropped his hand to Wilson's shoulder and watched his fingers run along the length of it. God, he'd lied to Wilson for the second time tonight, had Wilson thinking he was just concerned about everything that happened between them and Cuddy. He ran his fingers back up the length of Wilson's shoulder and then moved his hand down to touch and affectionately rub Wilson's upper arm.
"Of course we will," he replied, hoping he sounded as firm and convincing as Wilson's tone. "Come this far, right? Us."
He ran his hand back up Wilson's arm before reaching for the back of his head to pull him back down for another kiss. "Wouldn't want it any other way," he murmured just as he met Wilson's mouth.
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Everything was fine.
House's day had been difficult, that was all. Nothing wrong with that. And he was right, Wilson reminded himself. House was right. They'd come this far. In fact, tonight had been fantastic and comfortable and good. Really, really good. It had been very clear just how much they'd both missed each other and loved one another.
The entire night had been comfortable, too. Considering how terrified they both were after their holiday weekend came to an end, that had to count for something. Whatever House was going through wasn't so horrible that they couldn't work through it. They'd been great together this evening from start to finish. No one was without problems but tonight had proven to Wilson that they were okay - their problems weren't a death sentence.
Wilson refused to acknowledge the lingering curiousity (or maybe it was confusion, or further concern) rattling around his skull. Hearing House's soft words of confirmation encouraged Wilson against the odd instinctive feelings even more. He scooted up House's body a bit, resting his free hand in the crook of House's shoulder and focusing solely on the warm, welcoming mouth moving against his own. There was something about being definitively told those things that made Wilson feel passion toward House all over again. To be reassured and comforted by House's words and touch all at once filled him with affection for House. Wilson knew he worried too much by nature, so he could write it off as just that. Worrying too much.
So, in an attempt to shut that out, he brought his hand up to cup the side of House's neck and let his teeth graze over House's lips. The kiss was passionate and deliberate, as if Wilson was desperate to communicate just how much he believed what House had said. Both for the House's sake as well as his own.
It's fine, he kept telling himself. Wilson smoothed his hand back down the curve of House's neck and kept kissing him with growing intensity, gripping and squeezing his shoulder every few seconds. Yes. They were fine.
And if this wasn't an effective way of Wilson expressing he believed it, as well as telling House yet again that he loved him, then he didn't know what was.
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