SEXtet (Part two of six)
Title: Sextet: Ludus (2/6)
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: G still; it's a pity, I know.
Disclaimer: I've recently been informed that my bid on the show (a couple origami cranes and a container of ramen) was turned down, so it seems I don't own either of these characters.
Notes: There'll be six parts to this, all made to work with a certain 'love style'. (This chapter is also set a good deal farther along than the first chapter , and would have occurred during the course of the actual show.)
Ludus
Ludic lovers are players. They generally view marriage as a trap, and are the most likely of the love styles to commit infidelity. The advantage of ludic love is excellent sexual technique. The disadvantage is the likelihood of infidelity. In its extreme form, ludic love becomes promiscuity.
Wilson can’t believe how uncaring he is in his handling of the situation, of course.
In fact, ‘handling’ probably wouldn’t even be the word the oncologist would use - probably something more passive aggressive and chilishly placating, like ‘trying to help’.
It’s been a while since House had to watch that specific pair of brown eyes get that telling, warning shine to them, so who in their right mind would blame him for leaving with a few seemingly-careless parting words? After all, if Wilson had honestly expected something like sympathy over beginning to lose his third wife, well...he should have picked different friends. Surprisingly, Wilson seems incapable of keeping any relationship going, even friendly ones, without cheating on them with someone else.
Right now, House is standing in his office, re-filling his coffee mug for the second time that morning; sending off his team to perform ill thought-out tests means he doesn’t need to hide the fact that he’s leaning into the counter while he pours the steaming liquid. His eyes narrow over the bright red rim of the cup, catching the sight of Wilson striding along with a woman. If House paid more attention to the staff, he’d know if she was a nurse or a secretary - not that he needs to know either to know that Wilson’s hitting on her. Their steps aren’t timed together, but their hips might as well be connected for how close they’re walking alongside each other.
The chair creaks when House flops into it, still over-playing the gracelessness of the action even though he’s lacking in an audience. You’d think, for all the times Wilson’s been caught at cheating, that he’d learn. But then, Wilson had never really seemed to be all that affected by his wives’ reactions to his affairs. They couldn’t get past the man’s libido and fetish for neediness enough to stop the unstoppable force that was a Messiah Complex-driven Wilson.
Only House had ever been able to do that.
This time, it’s a chuckle that greets the empty room, and even the anaesthesiologist that happens to pass by the glass-walled office merely offers it a short glance, knowing enough to acknowledge that he doesn’t want to know what new realization has prompted the head diagnostician to grin quite like that.
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: G still; it's a pity, I know.
Disclaimer: I've recently been informed that my bid on the show (a couple origami cranes and a container of ramen) was turned down, so it seems I don't own either of these characters.
Notes: There'll be six parts to this, all made to work with a certain 'love style'. (This chapter is also set a good deal farther along than the first chapter , and would have occurred during the course of the actual show.)
Ludus
Ludic lovers are players. They generally view marriage as a trap, and are the most likely of the love styles to commit infidelity. The advantage of ludic love is excellent sexual technique. The disadvantage is the likelihood of infidelity. In its extreme form, ludic love becomes promiscuity.
Wilson can’t believe how uncaring he is in his handling of the situation, of course.
In fact, ‘handling’ probably wouldn’t even be the word the oncologist would use - probably something more passive aggressive and chilishly placating, like ‘trying to help’.
It’s been a while since House had to watch that specific pair of brown eyes get that telling, warning shine to them, so who in their right mind would blame him for leaving with a few seemingly-careless parting words? After all, if Wilson had honestly expected something like sympathy over beginning to lose his third wife, well...he should have picked different friends. Surprisingly, Wilson seems incapable of keeping any relationship going, even friendly ones, without cheating on them with someone else.
Right now, House is standing in his office, re-filling his coffee mug for the second time that morning; sending off his team to perform ill thought-out tests means he doesn’t need to hide the fact that he’s leaning into the counter while he pours the steaming liquid. His eyes narrow over the bright red rim of the cup, catching the sight of Wilson striding along with a woman. If House paid more attention to the staff, he’d know if she was a nurse or a secretary - not that he needs to know either to know that Wilson’s hitting on her. Their steps aren’t timed together, but their hips might as well be connected for how close they’re walking alongside each other.
The chair creaks when House flops into it, still over-playing the gracelessness of the action even though he’s lacking in an audience. You’d think, for all the times Wilson’s been caught at cheating, that he’d learn. But then, Wilson had never really seemed to be all that affected by his wives’ reactions to his affairs. They couldn’t get past the man’s libido and fetish for neediness enough to stop the unstoppable force that was a Messiah Complex-driven Wilson.
Only House had ever been able to do that.
This time, it’s a chuckle that greets the empty room, and even the anaesthesiologist that happens to pass by the glass-walled office merely offers it a short glance, knowing enough to acknowledge that he doesn’t want to know what new realization has prompted the head diagnostician to grin quite like that.