26 things Wilson wants to do to the man he loves
Title: 26 things Wilson wants to do to the man he loves
Inspired by Alanis Morissette “Pollyanna Flower”
pre-slash, romance.
House\Wilson
POV Wilson
PG
Dis. I do not own House MD or Alanis Morissette
I'd like to hug you whenever you feel shattered but you're too proud to let me do this.
I'd like to replace your Vicodin with my unconditional love but you wouldn't trust my intentions so easily.
I'd like to kill you sometimes but your need in me wouldn't let me do this.
I'd like to shout “I love you, House!” on full lungs but my timidness and endless tactfulness wouldn't let me.
I'd like to give up on women for the sake of being the only one for you, but you would always prove me wrong.
I'd like sit close to you, listening to you playing the piano forever, but you let me do it so rarely.
I'd like to live with you all the time, never move in and out, never search for apartments, but your love for your own space wouldn't let me do this.
I'd like to stop forgiving you, stop befriending you and forget you, House, but you would constantly remind you how many good things you've done for our friendship and for me.
I'd like to kiss your tears away and make those blue eyes less sad, but you wouldn't let me, because you're “strong enough and don't need help”.
I'd like to care for you more than anything else in the world but you would accept my love and support so rarely.
I'd like to travel with you one on one more often, like we used to but you wouldn't let me because you don't want to give me a chance to show you how much I love you.
I would love to cook for you whatever you like and whenever you want me to (even at 2 a.m.) but you would call my cooked meal “a crap” and it upsets me, to be honest.
I'd like to be female and male at the same time, so that you wouldn't want anyone else except me but it is impossible.
I'd like to give you my healthy leg to take away your pain and misery, to heal your soul, because it is precious, but you wouldn't let me even think about such sacrifice.
I'd like to have sex with you in a bedroom, in a shower, in a car; coming to work both with wet hair making people think we sleep together but you wouldn't let me near yourself closer than half meter.
I'd like to make at least one of your flirty, “camp” hints in our daily conversations come true, but you would always balance on the very edge, playing with me, torturing me, but never actually cross the line.
I'd like to tie you up, drug you and get you to the rehab center but it would be “the violation of the human rights”.
I'd like to fall asleep in your arms, listening to your heartbeat, feeling you chest heave, but it wouldn't happen unless I drug you...
I'd like to lock you in my apartment, to hand cuff you to the bed and make love to you, driving you crazy with lust for hours, but you would never let me because you're “a straight man”, you see.
I'd like to turn back time and meet you in childhood, befriend you when you were a kid and change something there to make you happy, but it is impossible and I am not a wizard.
I'd like to marry you one day but my loyalty is shaky due to I have three divorces behind and it would scarcely be a proof of my ultimate love, if I can't keep my word and not cheat.
I'd like to taste you, smell you, touch you but that would be crossing the line and you wouldn't agree to take the risk.
I'd like to undergo myself a sex change operation so you will love me and my body, but it is pointless because you don't date transsexuals.
I'd like to sleep with you one day but you would never stop thinking of Cuddy.
I'd like to be “the love of your life” but you love female body too much.
...I'd like to figure you out but you wouldn't be House if you let me do this.
Inspired by Alanis Morissette “Pollyanna Flower”
pre-slash, romance.
House\Wilson
POV Wilson
PG
Dis. I do not own House MD or Alanis Morissette
I'd like to hug you whenever you feel shattered but you're too proud to let me do this.
I'd like to replace your Vicodin with my unconditional love but you wouldn't trust my intentions so easily.
I'd like to kill you sometimes but your need in me wouldn't let me do this.
I'd like to shout “I love you, House!” on full lungs but my timidness and endless tactfulness wouldn't let me.
I'd like to give up on women for the sake of being the only one for you, but you would always prove me wrong.
I'd like sit close to you, listening to you playing the piano forever, but you let me do it so rarely.
I'd like to live with you all the time, never move in and out, never search for apartments, but your love for your own space wouldn't let me do this.
I'd like to stop forgiving you, stop befriending you and forget you, House, but you would constantly remind you how many good things you've done for our friendship and for me.
I'd like to kiss your tears away and make those blue eyes less sad, but you wouldn't let me, because you're “strong enough and don't need help”.
I'd like to care for you more than anything else in the world but you would accept my love and support so rarely.
I'd like to travel with you one on one more often, like we used to but you wouldn't let me because you don't want to give me a chance to show you how much I love you.
I would love to cook for you whatever you like and whenever you want me to (even at 2 a.m.) but you would call my cooked meal “a crap” and it upsets me, to be honest.
I'd like to be female and male at the same time, so that you wouldn't want anyone else except me but it is impossible.
I'd like to give you my healthy leg to take away your pain and misery, to heal your soul, because it is precious, but you wouldn't let me even think about such sacrifice.
I'd like to have sex with you in a bedroom, in a shower, in a car; coming to work both with wet hair making people think we sleep together but you wouldn't let me near yourself closer than half meter.
I'd like to make at least one of your flirty, “camp” hints in our daily conversations come true, but you would always balance on the very edge, playing with me, torturing me, but never actually cross the line.
I'd like to tie you up, drug you and get you to the rehab center but it would be “the violation of the human rights”.
I'd like to fall asleep in your arms, listening to your heartbeat, feeling you chest heave, but it wouldn't happen unless I drug you...
I'd like to lock you in my apartment, to hand cuff you to the bed and make love to you, driving you crazy with lust for hours, but you would never let me because you're “a straight man”, you see.
I'd like to turn back time and meet you in childhood, befriend you when you were a kid and change something there to make you happy, but it is impossible and I am not a wizard.
I'd like to marry you one day but my loyalty is shaky due to I have three divorces behind and it would scarcely be a proof of my ultimate love, if I can't keep my word and not cheat.
I'd like to taste you, smell you, touch you but that would be crossing the line and you wouldn't agree to take the risk.
I'd like to undergo myself a sex change operation so you will love me and my body, but it is pointless because you don't date transsexuals.
I'd like to sleep with you one day but you would never stop thinking of Cuddy.
I'd like to be “the love of your life” but you love female body too much.
...I'd like to figure you out but you wouldn't be House if you let me do this.